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Warning and disclaimer: This story contains graphic homosexual activity between gay men, not all of which is consentual. If this is illegal where you live, or if this is offensive, DO NOT READ ANY FURTHER. Constructive criticism only please. This story is also based in a setting written by Leo Todrius's series Meta. Like the story? Read his as well here!

_ Psyon: A Meta Side Story _

Written by Alden Gilchist

Chapter Two: The Birth of the Blood Pack

SUBJECT: VINCENT VENTURI

RACE: WEREWOLF

HAIR_ FUR: RED_

EYES: YELLOW

SEX: MALE

AGE: 20 YEARS, 3 MONTHS

INCARERATION PERIOD: 4 MONTHS

PROJECT PARTICIPATION: OVERLORD

STATUS: STABLE

Dr. Nerfanti looked at the status monitor and sighed as he turned to his assistant, "Dr. Parker, why is that bug still present in the program?"

"I-I'm n-not sure, s-sir! I've had the techs in the lab look at it-"

"Then they're incompetent!" he yelled at his assistant. "This should be basic programming level to remove something simple as the word 'hair' with a line crossed through it!"

"Y-yes, sir... I'll have them look at-"

"Don't bother. We've got work to do."

"Which one, sir?" the assistant asked. When Dr. Nerfanti looked at him questioningly, he immediately responded to it, saying, "Project Overlord, or your side project to reverse engineer the genetic transformation to make him human again?"

Now Dr. Nerfanti hesitated. The side project was indeed important to both him and Genetech. It was presented as a backup plan for the main project in case the prospect to control the wolf packs and vampire gangs didn't work. The truth was he wanted to milk as much of the tainted seed from the subject to use in his own experiments. Giving himself and others the ability to shape change from a beast man to human and back again would be undoubtedly invaluable to anyone changed by the wolf packs or by Dr. Julian Genoa's experiments. However, he knew if he simply gave up the formula would give others the edge he wanted only for himself, thus he submitted false formulae to the company.

"We'll focus on the main project today," he finally replied.

"Dr. Nerfanti, if I may, the subject's condition is indeed stable, but that was after we stabilized him last time from the various drugs we've tried using on him. Do you really think that the subject may have some sort of psychic ability?"

"I do. His father, Alfred, demonstrated that PK abilities were indeed real through his son's ability to see the future, yet had been forced to downplay it to his family. What he didn't know was that Genetech used him in their own way to experiment with him if it was hereditary, or if it is some subconscious ability that is made active by some outside element."

"What were the results?"

"Mixed. We still don't know, but the chance his son Vincent may also have something if we push the envelope."

"Y-yes, sir. Just so long as the subject doesn't die. It's hard to capture betas like this one."

Dr. Nerfanti turned away to hide his grin as he looked towards the sedated subject displayed on a monitor within the holding tank bound to a table as he replied, "Oh yes... They are indeed hard to find, aren't they?"

* * * * * * * * * *

It was dark. Everything around him was black as night - no, darker than night time. Vincent started to wonder if he was dead. He felt cold, even with his body now completely covered in fur and nothing else. Looking around himself, he couldn't find any sign of where he came from, or where he was going.

"Brother~"

His ears perked up at the sound. It couldn't be... His brother Brant was in a coma. He quickly looked around as he heard the voice again, still unable to locate the source of the voice. Finally, getting frustrated, he called out to it.

"Brant!? Where are you?"

Turning around again, he was shocked to find his family's home right in front of himself, though darkness still permiated the entire area around him and the building. Wondering if he could even move, he tried to take a step forward, but his legs simply flailed under himself as he stayed in place.

"I... I can't move!"

"Everything around you is in your mind, brother. If you think it, and concentrate on it, it'll happen."

"Is this another of your stupid-"

Vincent cut himself off when he realized that he was about to chide the voice of his brother about whether or not it was another of his silly stories. Reality hit him immediately as he remembered that the stories about werewolves and vampires were true. If that was all true, then his brother was indeed psychic.

"I-I'm sorry, Brant... Please... h-help me."

"I already have. Everything around you is within your own mind. The only way I can put it just think, and it will happen." Before Vincent could object, the voice added, "Think of it like this: Being able to walk on the ground is giving up the freedom of your body being able to float. If you choose to limit yourself in such a way, think of how you could walk on solid ground."

That statement seemed to make sense to Vincent. If he had solid ground to walk on, he could move... right? He closed his eyes for a moment, holding the picture of his family's house there, especially the old style walkway that reminded him of his visits to the old family estate back in England before he was changed. Opening his eyes again, that same cobblestone walkway that lead guests from the street to the house was in front of him. Looking down, he was standing on the first step. Moving one foot in front of the other, as if teaching himself how to walk again, he finally was able to move himself forwards along the path.

Upon reaching the door, he hesitated. The fear of running into his mother again who disowned him when she saw he wasn't human anymore ran through his head. He lost everything from that one bite from Gnarl. He couldn't think about running into her again, but at the same time, he desperately wanted to see his brother again. He closed his eyes again, and pictured in his mind the exact same scenery that was around his house. When he opened his eyes and turned around, he was stunned by the sight of being back in the neighborhood the house was in. Kids riding bicycles rode by, laughing from a joke they told amongst each other before stopping to look at the house. Instant fear ran through him as he was discovered by humans, but that fear went away as he heard them speak.

"I wonder who lives there?" the girl asked the boy she was with.

"I dun know, sis, but da said we can't stop in the middle of the street. I dun wanna get punished."

"They can't see me...?" Vincent wondered as the two kids rode away.

Instantly remembering this scene, he ran out onto the lawn and looked up to the second story window. He saw himself looking out his bedroom window with a bored expression. He remembered... that this took place one week before the car accident. Tears welled up in his eyes as he fought to keep that thought from going through his head. He refused to see that scene twice. Instead, he darted towards the guest room where he knew his brother's unconscious body was kept as it was seen as extremely difficult to get him in and out of the house in the case of an emergency, and his mother didn't want to put her son in some hospital or home.

Going up to the window and looking in, he saw his brother unconscious right where he remembered he was at. Prying open the window, he leaped through the window quickly and got to his brother's side where he hesitated once again. Was this just a dream? Or was he really dead? Nothing made sense, but he had to touch him. Reaching for his hand, he was started by hearing his brother's voice again.

"Finally here, huh?"

He jumped back as Brant sat up in the bed and looked at him. More than that, he was smiling as if nothing was wrong. Vincent couldn't believe any of this was happening at all, and yet, it looked as if it really was real.

"B-b-brother..." he stammered with a whimper, his voice just as deep as it was after the change. He knew he was a monster now and nothing would change that as he stopped to look down at himself, ready to break down.

He saw his brother reach out and hold his clawed hands in his. Looking up at him again, he had removed the lines connecting him to the machines that were keeping him alive, yet he seemed fine. But that thought was not what crossed his mind as Brant had leaned in and kissed him on his muzzle. He couldn't help but return the kiss, totally turned on by his brother just as he was when he had sex with him before the accident.

Finally parting from the kiss, a wet sloppy trail of saliva connecting the wolf's muzzle to the human's mouth, Vincent panted as he managed to ask, "What's going on?"

"You're unconscious, brother. You've been captured by Genetech for their experiments."

"Wha... what? But... but how-"

"I reached out with my mind, even as I lay in a coma to see where you were. I never stopped thinking about you, and so I watched over you, even after Gnarl bit you. I'm not sure what chemicals they put in you, but thanks to that, it's made my connection to you stronger. I can speak directly to you in your mind, and even now, our minds are one. It's like I'm able to be me again inside your head."

Vincent stopped caring about the explanation as he suddenly hugged his brother, pressing his nude furry form against his brother who wore a medical gown. Brant was all he had left, and he swore to himself once again that he would keep his brother safe, no matter the cost. That was when everything around him went white as he felt himself go numb.

* * * * * * * * * *

"Doctor! The subject's brainwaves are deteriating!"

"Damn it! Give him that dose of prephiline noxium!"

"B-but-" the lab assistant tried to object.

"GIVE IT TO HIM, OR WE'LL LOSE HIM!"

Dr. Parker knew the dose would save the subject, but he was worried more about the side effects. It would counter most of the drugs in his system, but had the potential to cause brain damage. It meant possibly losing the subject for the project. At least his body would be intact for the side project, and that was the only thing that made him reach for the bottle with the syringe in hand. He quickly injected the red wolf's unconscious body with the contents, and within seconds, the readings on the subject's brainwave activity began to stabilize to a degree.

"We almost lost him," Dr. Nerfanti sighed.

"Yes, but..." the assistant replied as he checked some readings, "It seems like the parts of the subject's memories are gone."

"I was afraid of that. Damn it! I was hoping that a beta could take more than this. Now we can only use him for the side project."

"Yes, sir. What should we do now?"

"For now, I need to submit a report to Genetech. Check the subject's vitals to make sure that his body hasn't been compromised, then collect samples of his blood, fur, and semen to do an in-depth study. Take special note of the last part as the subject's virility is important to the formula creating process to reverse engineer his transformed body."

"Right away, Dr. Nerfanti," the lab assistant replied and then proceeded to collect the samples as his superior left the observation room where his boss watched the experiments take place under his supervision.

Charles cursed under his breath as he returned to his office, slamming the door behind himself and locking it shut. He couldn't understand what was going on. Everything was in the green zone before the readings suddenly shot up to critical. Regardless, he went to his computer to check on the samples of the vampires that were captured for testing. The fluid samples he had obtained were promising, especially with his actual formula with werewolf fluids.

This was merely an idea that he had, but if worked, having werewolf and vampire blood and cum along with the mixture of the drugs he had been testing with may allow him to create a subject that could control their species. At the same time, he saw that the two didn't work well together, causing rapid deteriation of the samples, breaking each other down. It was the perfect way to kill his subjects, claiming there was a mix up with the "contaminated fluids." He decided that his subject would "suddenly expire" in a week after he collected enough samples.

About this time, an e-mail came in on his computer. Checking it, Dr. Nerfanti found out that the samples of vampire bats had arrived. He groaned as he knew that the company was wrong that vampires and vampire bats are not related, and that the bats only drank blood from mammals, including humans, when fish weren't available. At least those found in the caves recently discovered near a port on the east end fell into this category. Still, he wondered how he could incorporate these samples with his current work. However, he knew that was a thought for another time as he closed the e-mail and began typing his report. He sighed as he knew he'd have to ask Gnarl for another subject, and knew this time he'd have to be more choosy about who he took in as a test subject.

* * * * * * * * * *

"Wake up..!"

It was that voice again. He remembered hearing it, but didn't remember where it came from, or who it was from. Instead, the red wolf was curled up in a fetal position within the darkness. Finally, four days after the dose that saved his life was injected into him, he felt someone touch him. Instinct took over as he let out a yelp and scrambled away in fear, not knowing who or what it was that touched him. Looking up, he saw a human with red hair in a medical gown.

"Brother, it's me."

"Who... or what... are you?"

"You... you don't remember? It's me, Brant."

"I... I don't..." The wolf shook it's head before he looked back and said, "Who... am I?"

Brant's eyes began to tear up as he realized that something was done to his brother that made him forget who he was. Still, he had to do something, anything, to help him. He slowly tried to approach, but the wolf scampered backwards and away from him in the middle of the darkness of his mind while his body was sedated.

"Your name is Vincent... Vincent Venturi, my brother. You were bitten by a werewolf a few months back. Right now, you're in danger. You need to escape the lab that your body is in."

"My... body?"

"I'm speaking to you telepathically. Whatever they did to you, you have gained psychic abilities like me. Right now, you need to wake up and find a way to escape. I've seen your future, and... they intend to kill you!"

"I... don't understand... why-!"

Vincent suddenly gasped as he felt something wrap around his sheath. Within moments, he was rock hard, his ebony shaft simply throbbing between his legs. His knot soon escaped from its hiding spot within his sheath, resting atop of it as whatever it was that was wrapped around his cock that was slid upwards from his sheath moved lower to accommodate it, in spite of the size of the knot as it swelled to its full size. Brant blushed at the sight, his own growing erection showing through the medical gown.

"It... uh... appears that they're... ah... 'milking' you again."

However, this was the first time that Brant was inside his brother's head while this was being done. Furthermore, because Vincent's mind was altered due to the loss of his memories, instinct took over as he slowly moved to stand on all fours, looking at his brother with a lustful growl, his ears folded back. Before Brant could move, the wolf pounced upon him, ripping his clothes to shreds and pinning him underneath himself, the human's ass raised in the air as his throbbing ebony cock leaked pre in anticipation of being buried inside him.

Brant let out a shout of mixed pain and pleasure as the thick wolf cock was thrust into him, quivering under the now feral minded wolf that was his brother. The red wolf leaned over the human, thrusting his cock in and out of him with wild abandon like a feral animal. His arms wrapped around Brant's chest to hold him still as he plowed into him over and over again, his knot pulsating as it tried to pass through the human's anal ring. Vincent reveled momentarily in how his much larger frame eclipsed the human under him as he dominated him.

However, the feral pleasure he was experiencing came to a grinding halt upon climaxing as his eyes fluttered open when his body woke up. Dr. Parker gasped when he realized that the subject was awake and hit the button on the side wall to connect the wall speaker to Dr. Nerfanti's office as the machine that was connected to the werewolf's pulsating cock collected the last of the tainted seed that it could draw from him at that time.

"Dr. Nerfanti! The subject is conscious!"

"What?!" came a surprised response, "Didn't you give the subject that extra dose to make sure he stayed unconscious?!"

"Y-yes, sir, but he's awake!"

"I'm on my way!" came the response as the lab assistant kept himself near the door in case the wolf tried to break free of his bindings. He knew if he got out of the room, he could initiate a lockdown to keep the beast trapped, but instead, the red wolf panted exhaustedly after having his cum drained out of him again.

Dr. Nerfanti entered the observation room and looked down at the subject, and was just as astonished as his assistant was in the room below. Objects inside the room were levitating, including his assistant! Checking some instruments, Charles was able to quickly confirm that PK readings were spiking within the room. He had done it! He had activated a subject's psychic abilities! However, he needed to assert control or the situation would get out of hand.

Pressing a button to activate the intercom inside the testing room, he said, "Put, the human down. Now."

Vincent looked around in shock as objects around him, including the assistant, suddenly dropped to the floor. After searching for the sound of the voice for a moment, he looked up to the observation window and saw Dr. Nerfanti looking down at him. He tried to speak, but his excited state made it impossible for him to form words. Charles sighed as he thought that the damage to the subject's brain was more than expected, but perhaps he could control the subject through the sound of his voice alone and try to salvage the situation.

"Do you understand me? If so, wag your tail."

After a momentary pause, the red wolf's tail slowly wagged as he looked up at him. Dr. Nerfanti grinned as he believed he may have control over the subject. Perhaps it was unnessicary to hastily prepare the cocktail of the experimental drugs as well as werewolf and vampire DNA. If he had to put down the subject, he would've done so without hesitation.

However, the moment of glory was short lived. A monitor blinked on, showing shadowy figured in the night moving quickly to the facility and through the front gate, the guards there laying on the ground with bullet holes in them. A nearby wall in full view of the camera had written blood, "We will get our brothers back, or we will have blood!" The figures outside the facility didn't even attempt to enter the building, the doors set into lockdown mode the moment the front gate was overrun and the alarm was pressed, instead moved towards the substations, then they quickly retreated.

Explosions suddenly rocked the facility, and suddenly, the entire lab's power had gone out. Emergency lighting came on sporadically, but some of those couldn't stay on for more than a few seconds as power was leached from them by some of the systems inside the labs.

Vincent was surprised by what happened and began to flail about in his restraints, eventually breaking his right arm loose. Dr. Parker, who was in the room, fell backwards against a wall before fleeing out of the room as the werewolf slowly broke out of his restraints, collapsing onto the floor. However, Dr. Parker didn't get far as an explosion from a nearby room where another test subject broke free caused part of the wall to collapse on top of him, trapping him on the floor as his legs were broken by the rubble. Dr. Nerfanti ran down into the room with his specialized injecting gun with the syringe loaded into the chamber, ready to fire it at the subject. He refused to let his work escape the lab, no matter the cost.

As Vincent got to his feet, he heard the sound of something nearby. Quickly turning to look, he saw a the syringe just in time to try and move, but he couldn't get out of the way as it hit him square in the chest. Rage took over him as he quickly pulled the syringe out and flung it back, the speed matching the speed it was shot from the gun as it hit Dr. Nerfanti in his shoulder. The force of the blow sent him off his feet and against the wall where he slumped over.

The red werewolf felt his body burning up from whatever it was that some of the contents of the syringe had injected him with. Struggling to maintain his balance, he stumbled towards another door going out of the experiment room. The door was closed, but he knew he had to get away from the human that attacked him. He hit the door with his fist weakly as his back throbbed in pain. He didn't even realize that his ears were slightly elongating further, sharpening his hearing even further than it already was. He just had only one thought: this door needed to open so he could get out.

Regardless of the fact that the door was heavily reinforced, Vincent shouted in anger, and a wave of invisible force expelled from his mouth, blasting a huge hole in the door. He was reprised by what just happened, but the werewolf leaped through the opening and into the hallway. He quickly began to run through the hallways on all fours, avoiding the guards that were fighting against other experiments that had broken out of the labs. Entering one of the rooms that looked like a break room, he saw a window that clearly showed the area outside the building. Without a second thought, he leaped through the window, but yelped in surprise as he began to fall down into the watery depths below as the building was built near the ocean.

* * * * * * * * * *

Soft footfalls sounded as someone approached the laboratory that Dr. Nerfanti was unconscious in. The soft sounds of sniffing the air was heard as well as a black figure entered the room. Gnarl saw the explosions from Genetech's labs, and though the situation was said to be under control, he got no response from his contact inside the lab. As much as he hated helping the half breed, he knew that this person was able to get him certain things that he normally couldn't get close to without drawing attention to himself.

He found Dr. Nerfanti slumped against a wall, a syringe near his body as it was clear that he was barely alive just by looking at him. He didn't even think about anything other than the singular thought that if he saved him, his obligation to helping this half breed would be fulfilled. He wouldn't have to give him any more favors. He reached down to lift him up off the ground, thinking he could just anonymously drop him near a hospital where he could get some sort of medical attention. However, nothing could have prepared him for what was about to happen to him right at that moment.

Dr. Nerfanti suddenly grabbed the black werewolf and threw him to the floor, gripping his fur tightly as he lunged at his throat, biting past the fur. Gnarl let out a surprised yelp that quickly turned into a whimper as he felt his strength fade quickly from his body as the half breed fed upon his blood. However, as he did so, Dr. Nerfanti's body quickly began to change. The size of his body began to grow, his clothing splitting apart and shredding as he became slightly larger in stature than the werewolf who tried to save him. Fur the color of midnight suddenly sprouted all over his body as his face pushed out, forming a muzzle as his teeth sharpened further, piercing the werewolf's neck deeper. Nubs formed upon the doctor's back that began to push free, leathery strands connecting new bones that formed, creating wings.

Another change taking place was Charles's shaft. It had pushed free of his sheath from the genetic alterations he made to himself, but the mushroom head was now completely gone, giving way to an anatomically correct ebony wolf cock. The knot that was at one time barely there was now fully formed, thicker than a softball as his balls hung lower from his body, becoming the size of melons. The act of changing into his new form was so sexually stimulating that as he drank Gnarl's blood, his cock exploded cum all over the werewolf under him.

Gnarl himself was also changing. His black fur was turning gray as his blood was sucked out of him, some of which when Dr. Nerfanti bit down further into his neck sprayed out onto both of them in a gory mess. Regardless of the fact that he was in the position he was in, his dick freed itself from his sheath, and within moments, he began to spray his spunk all over himself and the changing half breed on top of him. When Dr. Nerfanti was done feeding, he released his grip and flipped Gnarl over onto his chest, and witnessed wings forming on his back.

Seeing this didn't surprise Charles in the least. He knew what had happened. In his haste to prepare the dose to kill the test subject, he accidentally used vampire bat DNA instead of regular vampire DNA. The fact that he was already half vampire somehow allowed him to mix both vampire and werewolf DNA without him dying in the process. More ever, he knew he was neither a vampire or a werewolf. He was a werepyre, quite possibly the first ever to exist, and after draining nearly all of Gnarl's blood, he created another like himself. However, it was now clear that Gnarl was no longer an alpha as he looked up him submissively.

"What is wrong, Gnarl?" he asked with a bloody, sadistic grin, thinking to himself how much of a pet he looked like now.

"I... I'm... thirsty, m-master..."

When he heard the response, he chuckled a bit as he realized that his thoughts were controlling him just as he deisgned his formula to do before he said, "You need blood my pet, now that I've taken almost all that you had. You and I are now the first of our kind, and so we must make more."

"Master, are we to create a pack?" Gnarl asked, his tail wagging with a bit of excitement as he felt the attention given to him was as it should be.

"Yes... Yes, we shall form the first blood pack. Rise, my pet, and bring me someone from this place so that I may look at them before I order you to feed."

Gnarl quickly scampered to his feet and rushed out into the hallway. He knew he passed by someone that was barely alive in the hallway and leaped over to a pile of rubble, removing the pieces of the wall that covered Dr. Parker who was barely conscious. He picked him up by the back of his neck and carried him into the room where his master was. Dr. Nerfanti's bloody toothy grin grew wider when he saw his pet's first victim. He blew in his face a puff of air that also seemed to now carry a sonic frequency. Gnarl heard it immediately, but the sound that Dr. Parker heard almost sounded like a screech, snapping him to his senses. He looked up at the creature that he was held in front of and nearly screamed, though the smell clearly told them both of the human's fear as he pissed himself.

"What's wrong, my assistant? Don't you like how I look?"

"Wh-what?! D-d-d-dr. Nerfanti?!"

"That name no longer has any meaning. I am now Nostrium, the first werepyre, and leader of the now forming Blood Pack."

"What... What happened to you?!"

"I evolved... just as you're about to. Feast, my pet."

Gnarl quickly, and obediently clamped his jaws around the human's neck, biting deeply into him and drinking his blood. As Dr. Parker started to transform, Nostrium thought to himself about his previous project about making others change into human form, and wondered if the formula was actually viable as it was included in the mixture in that syringe. He closed his eyes and concentrated on what his normal human appearance once looked like. Within seconds, he felt his body shifting, the fur withdrawing into his body to appear as normal hair and his frame shrinking to close to what it once was.

When he opened his eyes, he looked at himself an saw his body still showed changes. His muscles were now well toned, his abs chiseled into a firm eight pack, and his previously small cock that used to be nearly 6 inches when hard was now an impressive 8 inches soft and uncut. His balls hung low and still looked full, despite having shot a huge load a moment ago in his altered shape. He looked over at his new pack mate's body as he was not completely changed. Nubs on his back showed where his wings tried to form, but failed to do so, brown fur in patches covered some of his body, and his cock, still showing signs of being close to human, still showed a knot formed somewhat at the base.

Deciding to make a bit of an experiment as his pet fed upon the changing human, he scooped up some of the mixed tainted seed from off the ground from both himself and from Gnarl, and force fed it into Dr. Parker's mouth. The changes to his body, after forcing him to swallow, began to become more evident. His wings fully grew in, fur swept across his entire body, and his cock transformed as well to match the rest of his body, the tip losing its mushroom top to become a tapered tip, growing longer to match his growing frame, and a tail that now pushed free from the base of his spine, wagging excitedly as the change took place. As the changes to his body finalized, his cock began to spray cum all over Nostrium's midsection and groin. When Gnarl released him, Dr. Parker fell to the ground panting hard from his climax as he looked up at his former superior now his master.

"Doctor... no, Nostrium, how can I serve you?"

"First of all, your new name is now Parkanis. Secondly, you shall address me as master or alpha. Do not forget it, or you won't survive long enough to be granted the chance to live longer to insult me further."

"Y-yes! F-forgive me, master!" he brown werepyre whimpered as he groveled before him.

"Good. See that you do. Now... As we can see, we can change our forms back and forth from human to werepyre, and that biting someone is not enough to make them change fully unless they're already a beta or alpha werewolf. For now, we don't know what will happen if we bite a vampire. Gnarl, from the videos I've seen, you're an expert at changing others. Any initiates we find that are to become betas like you two will be changed in front of me for my pleasure. Fail in this charge, and I will kill you myself. My will is absolute."

They both responded, "Yes, master. We will obey your command."

"Good... yes, very good..." He paused before saying, "We will move our operations down to the south end. We will secure for ourselves Trinity's Blood Banks. When we're ready to expand, we shall take over the wolf packs and vampire gangs so that they all obey me. We will then move on to take over the rest of Trinity. When you leave here, do not return. I will activate the facility's failsafe systems to destroy all evidence in this facility. I will find you near my home in the south end. Do you understand my instructions?"

"Yes, Master Nostrium," they both reply at once.

"Parkanis, go and do as your master commands of you. Gnarl, stay here for now."

Parkanis changed his form back to being human, then left to go find some clothes he could wear to walk away from the facility as if he were just a regular human being. Nostrium approached Gnarl and gripped his still hard cock, eliciting a moan of pleasure from him as he lead him over to his office, locking the door behind him after they were in there. Throwing the items off the desk, he ordered the werepyre pet to wait on his knees while he got something he needed to use.

As Dr. Nerfanti, he had been preparing for a day like this. His work coming to fruition, he was not about to let Prince take his work and use it for whatever means he wanted to use them for. He pulled a large metal magnet and placed it on top of the computer. As he turned it on, he ordered Gnarl to start sucking him off. As the grey werepyre did as he was ordered to do, Nostrium turned on the computer as the computers ran on a backup power supply so work was never lost in case of a power outage and inspected it with a satisfied bloodstained grin that every file was wiped out, making it impossible to recover anything.

Satisfied that the computer was unsalvageable, he turned his attention to his pet, whose muzzle nursed his cock to a full 11 inches and rock hard. Grabbing the fuzzy werepyre's head, the new alpha in human form grabbed his head and pumped his thick shaft in and out of his maw until he shot his load into Gnarl's throat, forcing him to swallow every drop. When he was done, he gave him the spare key to his estate and told him to go and wait for him to return.

After Gnarl had left, Nostrium sat back in his chair, thinking about everything that he and his new pack were about to do, especially since those that were still in the lab that he already secretly experimented on were all most likely dead, leaving his original plans ruined. Still, he couldn't help but caress his spent member as he allowed himself to change into his altered form. The change was so erotic that the moment he stood up to allow his wings to grow out from his back, his knees buckled under himself, causing him to hold himself up on his desk. His body grew as his midnight fur sprouted across his body. His shaft, while it had suddenly become hard due to the shape shifting, lost its human shape as it became a tapered tip and turning black to match his fur, the knot swelling at the base. His fingernails turned into sharp points as they became claws, scratching into the desk's metallic surface. His tail began to form at the base of his spine, pushing free and thick fur covering it. It wagged between his legs which shifted, making loud popping noises as they changed form to allow him to run on all fours.

As every change to his body finished, he found himself humping the air, his clawed hands gripping the desk so firmly that his claws actually dug through the metal in a couple places. His cock throbbed and ached as he held the desk next to his body, his heavy, full sack sitting firmly atop of it now that his body was much bigger than it normally was as he imagined himself thrusting into Gnarl's tight, warm ass. He threw his head back in a high pitched howl as his shaft erupted copious amounts of tainted cum all over the office and the window. As a second wave of pleasure started to wash over his body, he quickly reached down, gripping his shaft and pulling it upwards as he bent down, taking the head into his muzzle as he blew another load. So much came flooding into his muzzle that he couldn't swallow it all as some spilled free and down his shaft and sack, pooling out onto the desk and onto the floor.

Once he had finished climaxing, he left his office and proceeded towards the central computer chamber where the master controls for the lab were kept. Entering into the system the credentials to another doctor that was laying down on the ground near his office from his ID badge, he instructed the computer to self destruct, destroying the lab in the process due to a massive power failure that released several test subjects from the lab and stating he thought he was the lone survivor. He dragged a corpse into the room before the final entries were made and left the place, flying away high into the air as the facility exploded.

He returned to his estate in the south end of town and found Gnarl waiting inside, the staff inside the estate all bitten and partially transformed. Smiling at his new initiates, he took Gnarl upstairs to his bedroom, and after locking the door, he turned and kissed Gnarl deeply.

"Since I first saw you and decided to release you, I wanted you so badly. Now, you are mine, and as long as you do as I say, you shall be more than a pet to me. You shall be my lover."

Gnarl blushed under his gray fur as he said, "I... I don't know what to say."

"Say nothing. Just lift that pretty tail of yours so I can fuck you."

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Vincent awoke upon the beach as streaming sunlight from the morning sun pierced a cloud. He sat up and looked around, finding himself alone amongst wreckage. Where it came from, he wasn't sure, nor did he know how he got there. What he did know was he wasn't a beast man anymore. He was human once again! The excitement quickly faded when he realized he was naked. Searching around the beach, he found some torn clothing that he managed to wrap himself up in as he made his way towards a home on the beach. Looking inside, he saw it was vacant as it wasn't the time of year that people went down to the beach front properties of the south end of Trinity.

Finding a spare key outside the house, he made his way inside and found a closet with some spare clothes in it. Putting them on, he quickly left the area as the house's alarm went off. Walking around the neighborhood as people left for work and kids were shuttled off to school, he stopped in front of a building that looked oddly familiar. His head started to hurt as flashbacks flooded his mind and he collapsed to his knees before looking back up with a pained expression. He regained some of his memories, but not all of them. But it was enough to help him remember who he was, and where he was at.

"I'm... home...? I... How... What is...?"

He suddenly realized that he heard a voice calling his name. It was his brother Brant! Scrambling to his feet, he hopped the fence and ran around to the back of the house to the guest room... where his brother was still in a coma. Still, he couldn't be bothered that it was day time. He had to see his brother one more time. He pried the window open using a gardening tool that was absent mindedly left behind by a gardener and got inside. He touched his brother's hand, pulling it into his and started to weep.

_ "Welcome home, brother."_

Vincent's head shot upright as he looked up, and saw his brother was still unconscious as he whispered, "This... this can't be happening... How...?"

_ "You're psychic now, just like me," his brother's voice said to him within his mind. "I'm speaking to you with telepathy, remember? You'll learn how to as well eventually."_

"But... how am I human again?"

"You're still not human, brother. You were injected with something that made you... different."

Brant then sent into his mind a mental image of what he was now: a werepyre with bright red fur, midnight wings, and golden yellow eyes. Looking into a mirror, Vincent saw his reflection, but not as a human, but as a red werepyre, just like in the image put into his head. He saw his eyes barely were the same yellow color, and it seemed as if he was almost mesmerized. Closing his eyes and shook his head, wondering how it was that he could move about during the day unharmed by sunlight, and how it was he could see his reflection. He looked, and saw his actual human appearance. Red hair, just as his brothers, though messy and unkept, a red beard on his face, and the clothes he "borrowed" from that house. Naturally, he knew he had to get rid of them before anyone questioned him about it.

"Brant... I don't think I can come by here for a while."

"No, you can't, brother. But I'll be with you in your mind and in your dreams."

"I think I should also change my name too. You know... in case I have to give it to people."

_ "You mean as your alter ego like some super hero?"_

Vincent chuckled and replied, "Yeah... I guess so. As it is, I'm disowned, so it wouldn't matter if I told people my real name, but... Considering how I've gained Psychic powers... how does Psyon sound to you?"

Before he could wait for his brother to reply, his enhanced hearing caught the sound of movement upstairs as someone was coming down to the first floor, though a phone call stalled the footsteps from going towards the direction of the kitchen. He kissed his unconscious brother passionately yet carefully goodbye before swiping some of expensive things from the room. He was a person who needed to clean up his appearance after all, and stay off Genetech's radar after all, and money would be needed for that. However, the golden locket with a picture inside of it of his family before his father died was something he couldn't part with as he put it around his neck before going to the window. He stopped again and looked back at Brant where he laid in his bed comatose.

"I'll see you in my dreams soon, brother."

To be continued in part 3