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"Oh great Ken.... You've really done it this time!!!" the green haired mage panicked as he stuffed wad after wad of tissue up his nose and looked to himself in the mirror

Disheveled locks of hair framed his redden face as the young human checked himself over. There were claw marks on his back and chest, his ass throbbed like a beacon and turning around Kendric could see a small steady stream of clear fluid trailing down his legs. Eyes popping out of his head the mage grabbed a handful of toilet tissue and dried the leaking mess from his body in vain hopes that he wouldn't have to suffer the consequences of his actions.

Though somewhere in the back of the young man's mind he knew that it was too late and that the inevitable would befall him. It was that same quiet voice that was changing tone from the usual human murmurs to the low throated growls of a canine.

A little known fact about weres of any breed or nature was that they could for one; infect humans or human based creatures, i.e. elves, dwarves, furs, and so on with lycanthropy. It didn't take a vicious bite like in the movies to turn someone but the ingestion of lycanthrope genetic material such as saliva, blood, sweat, tears, mucus, or in Kendric's case seminal fluid. That was a main reason why lycanthropes were considered, at least in the text, accursed creatures needing to be avoided.

Number two was that lycanthropes, if choosing to abided by laws, had to be registered and tagged so that no 'accidents' could occur where someone unwilling would be afflicted with the virus. A controversial argument was that by labeling lycnthropes it made it harder for those who didn't wish the curse to lead normal lives because of the scorn and contempt by others. As to date many thought that by creating such labels would lead lycanthropes to seek solace outside of jurisdiction of those in the supernatural government and become rouge. This in turn could put many in danger because of carelessness actions taken by an unsuspecting populace.

A very good example was that children had the tendency to be overly affectionate with large canines out of naivety. Imagine what would happen if per say a child would let a weredog slurp them on the face in playful banter and then infect said child, as dogs, weres or not, had the tendency to do. This could then lead to an epidemic where said child would then, in ignorance spread the virus from child to child without knowing being that lycanthropy didn't appear until teenage years.

It was a problem that officials found would make a vicious blow to the regular person who was unsuspecting. One child sneezing on another, then that child coughing on another and so on and so on until it finally gripped a school or playground where hundreds of children would be infected. There was such a case reported many years ago of an entire town turning into weres from one child when the situation was left unchecked.

But fearful parents, unwilling to understand, would cast their children out leading them to turn rouge and making such rouges turn to whatever means necessary to survive. Were reported deaths could be incited for small events such as a were looking for food on a cold day and stumbling on a human.

A large number of weres had gone unchecked for so long that there was no way to identify them all in ever corner of the world and so the controversy of labeling was under heavy fire. Though in Kendric's case he already knew that having studied long and hard on lycanthropic issues in magick school. He knew every detail dealing with lycanthropes that he could recite what he knew by heart.

That was currently why he had a flow of tears running down his face as he felt the weredog take over his human spirit with every beat of his heart. The seminal fluid had dried long ago but the virus of lycanthropy was spreading rapidly through his system. It didn't help that his magick was helping the virus run into ever corner of his body until he would soon no longer be human. As the green haired human tried to think of a way to save his humanity from escaping his grasps his body racked itself with shivers and shakes.

Currently there was no way to remove lycanthropy from someone and the only now techniques were to try and bottle his human self inside of a prism and store it.

'Like that's gonna do any good other than be a wall fixture!' Ken grounded his teeth in aggravation and slammed his fist onto the rim of his sink. The edge broke apart and splintered onto the ground like fine china and Ken stared aghast as he looked at his hand in confusion.

The flesh was an angry red color but that son faded back into a pale pigment as a surge of energy ran through Ken's body. The mage sighed as he looked down at the broken mess on his floor but soon joined the part of his sink as his heart beat with a heavy pulse and then gave out. The human clutched himself before falling over and squirming on the cold tile floor.

It was nothing more than torture as Ken could map the trail of the lycanthrope virus spreading into himself on the back of every blood vessel in his body. Having complete awareness of his form was a curse now that Ken clenched his eyes shut and followed the course of the affliction inside of himself.

Jumping from red cell to white, from nerve to artery the lycanthrope strain of genetic code swam through Ken. In seconds it had traveled into almost every portion of his system; heart, lungs, brain, stomach, and groin. There was no place that the virus couldn't go as it merged with his bloodstream to become his blood. Worse was when five minutes had passed of traveling through Ken that the virus had tapped into the green haired mage's soul.

Imagine if you could tiny little dogs running back and forth through your body searching for something that was unexplainable. Then think what would happen if that dog sniffed out a juice bone that was irresistible. Now replace that bone with a small orb that housed a blinding light that could be called one's soul. Sitting idly, minding its own business, with out a care and concern. Then take a guess at what would happen when the dog got a hold of it.

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Ken screamed when he felt his soul being bitten into by the lycanthrope virus and rolled to the side as he coughed the breakfast he had barely had time to digest. The sickly yellow and red bits of partially digested food ran from his mouth to his floor by the mage's face in heavy fits of slime as Ken's body began to fight the invasion to the most sacred of places within himself.

Part of the movies had it right that when one becomes cursed without growing with the curse it was painstaking and maddening. Your entire body was under attack at its core by something foreign that didn't belong and battled in vain to get rid of the intruder. It wasn't the body of the person that was under attack but the soul of said person with the instincts, thoughts, desires, needs, wants, and ancestry of the lycanthrope that made humans writhe in pain.

For Ken it was ten times worse because his magick was tied into his soul and would forever be even after death. Now that meant that the lycanthrope virus was integrating itself into Ken trying to merge the two into one. If the process finished effectively then Ken would not only be a weredog but would forever be a were in his next life and then the next and so on. The young mage was learning why first hand it was impossible to cure lycanthropy since how could one cure his soul of part of itself? A part that would be linked with itself so finely that not even death would cure it.

Ken grabbed the tissue from his nose and gave a vicious yank tear the cotton from himself before wiping his face of the bile from his stomach and blood from his nose. Raising up to stare at himself in the mirror the young man gave a wail as he noted his eyes shimmer from his natural born pigment to a light blue and then back again. Moaning and rubbing his face over Ken felt his soul pulse and then a string of shivers ran through his body as he started to take on his 'true' form now.

It started from his head and moved down Ken's spine to the nerves that controlled his upper body, through his nerves to his heart and then to the other organs and finally Ken's bones. The process was somewhat less painful than what Hollywood would have people believe as his body accepted his new genes since the hardest part had been to infect his soul first and foremost.

The light coat of fine hairs on Kendric's body grew and lengthened until the gained form as heavy fur. Already naked Ken was saved from having to tear out of his clothes when his body heaved and expanded before contracting. Muscles in his arms, legs and chest pulsed as Ken concentrated on catching his breath and not chocking when his lungs pressed against his ribs and then shrink down causing his throat to close up suddenly.

As the fur rippled on his body his internal organs shrank down and loss much of the definition they had once had. Ken felt his face and noted that his skull had begun to jut forward pressing his skin outward almost grotesquely. Closing his eyes to top from watching his once handsome face twist in horridness Ken licked over his gums and cringed when he tasted blood. Once by one his soft human teeth pop free and plop onto his tongue. As all thirty-two began to wiggle free the mage opened his mouth and spit them out into the sink.

Looking down Ken was soon privy to his once flat human dentures floating sickly in a pool of blood. Then opening his mouth the toothless mage stared horridly as tiny tips of white poked from the roof of his mouth. In another minute those tips formed sharp incisors that sparkled in the light of the bathroom. It was then that Kendric noted that his face had fully pushed out into a furless canine muzzle.

Tears welled in the mage's eyes as he bemoaned his fate and the rapid loss of his humanity.

"Alpha!!!" turning to the bathroom door Ken looked up as Isaiah and Ezekiel walked inside and stared down at the changing human

The two weredogs paused as they noted the form of their new alpha morphing before their eyes. Isaiah tried to reach out a hand but Ken snapped at the delicate appendage as he felt his new senses over turn rational human behavior. Ezekiel pulled his smaller mate back and then shook his head negatively before glaring at the human.

Ken clenched his eyes again as he fell onto the floor and curled into a ball when his inside felt like it was on fire. The fur exploded further and further until it had covered the hairless muzzle. Ken'd green hair fell out in clumps as the change got rid of the useless locks in favor of dense fur.

Ken felt his human ears sink into his head and then slowly the left over lumps traveled up his skull to push out against the top of his body. Long floppy ears peeled from the canine-esque body to lay motionlessly atop of Ken's cranium. While the top part of himself had finished changing with the widening and darkening of his flat nose the lower regions of his person shifted.

His chest and abs gained definition where there had been only slight muscle until a heavy six pack could be seen along with two hard squares along his middle. The new mass was soon covered in fur and the downwards to the mage's groin the change continued. Kendric's cock had shrunk down as the base plumped and the skin swallowed the pinkish organ into itself. The twin balls throbbed as they grew by two inches and tugged the skin down to hang farther than before.

Ken turned onto his side when he heard the faint whimpers of another canine and opened his blue eyes to see a large collie and wolfhound outside of the bathroom. The two came over to the transforming weredog and nuzzled him as they conveyed the warmth they could to Ken that everything would end well. The mage-were whined as he opened his tongue and used his now larger muscle to lick at his packmates before shuddering and curling deeper into himself.

The transformation began to finish as Ken's larger muscled legs loss definition and shrank down to form thinner canine legs. The toenails on Ken's feet darkened and lengthened the same as his fingernails to dark black claws that scarped along the tile under his feet. The fur ran down over the last of the pale flesh and over the broader back of the mage until at last Ken had finished transforming.

Ezekiel and Isaiah backed away from the newly changed weredog and then braked at him. Snapping open his eyes Ken looked up at his packmates and then down to himself before stretching his body and shakily getting up. Testing the weight of his new paws the former human was able to take single steps forward over to the former alpha and beta and then once he was finally by their side he stared at them and gave a tentive bark.

The sound was weak at best but the others didn't care and licked over the newest of their breed as if he was a long lost friend. Both former beta and alpha nuzzled Ken for minutes until the newly changed weredog reciprocated the gesture. Isaiah gave a bark and bumped his head into Kendric's and ran off. Ezekiel and Ken were left to stand alone until the larger were nodded his head after his elusive mate and padded off.

Ken decided to play follow-the-leader and then he backtracked when a large collective of figures bounded towards him. Far too late though as the rest of the pack barked and wagged their tails at seeing their new alpha in a more suitable form. Noses pressed into every corner of Ken's new body as the pack sought to take in the new scent of the alpha, his true scent. Sniffs ran down his back, over his sides, under his neck, and even the back of his ass and top of his groin. Ken yipped when one more experimental pack member licked his sheath and sent a wave of pleasure up his spine.

A hard bark from Ezekiel scattered the rest of the pack away from Kendric and to the sides of the living room. Once the newly changed alpha was able to breath he looked to Ezekiel and Isaiah and walked carefully over to them and sat on his haunches.

*Alpha? Are you alright?* though it wasn't spoken in a normal human language Ken's mind translated the message being sent to him by Isaiah in the form of braks, whines, and body gestures

*I'm alive but alright will be something left for conjecture later. This is all my fault.* Ken replied with his own gestures before laying his paws on top of his head and whimpering

*What do you mean?* Isaiah asked in confusion

*When Ezekiel began to go batty I did something before remember?* Ezekiel sniffed indulgently as he kept his muzzle silent in indignation

*Yes. What did you do?* Isaiah remembered what had taken pace less than three hours ago and if he were in his human form he would have blushed but in his canine form his ears laid down flat over his head and his tail circled his paws

*I did something totally stupid. I thought that I could pull Ezekeil's anger into myself and then swallow it within myself. It would have stopped him from doing something stupid but I forgot that ALL strong emotions get pulled inside of myself.* Ken thought back to when he had finished casting his spell and the larger werewolf-hound had turned to his mate ignoring Ken.

The mage thought back to the emotions that he had stolen from Ezekiel while holding on for dear life as the weredog sought to toss him off of his back. The anger, hate, confusion, and the love Kendric had taken into himself and once he had bled the former alpha dry of his negative emotions he had gathered them into himself. Sadly, the sheer fury of those intense feelings was far too much for Ken to handle and had instead swallowed him up in a tidal wave. Having experienced such raw passion had taken its toll on Ken and the mage had collapsed beside the other male.

*So that was why, but what about after? Why did you...?* Isaiah bowed his head and tried to make himself seem smaller as he recalled everything that had happened when his mate and new alpha awoke

*That was the truly stupid part. I had taken Ezekiel's hatred but also his love for you... and for the pack!* Ken felt his own ears lower onto his head and tail circle his waist as he let those fleeting memories come back to the front of his mind

The rest of the pack murmured to each other as they began to understand what had gone on. Although they didn't have quite the understanding of magick as their alphas and beta they got the general concept... almost.

*But why did Ezekiel let you mate his mate?* one daring male asked from the small crowd around the living room

All eyes turned to Ezekiel who growled low in his throat and raised his hackles in... in... well he really didn't know. Anger of course but there laid something else entirely as the former alpha rose to his legs and snarled at Ken who glared at him. The new alpha growled in return and felt his hackles rise on their own accord. Raising from the floor the mage-were opened his muzzle to show his impressive fangs in challenge.

A sleek form stood between them before the two males could engage each other in needless combat.

*Now...now... The truth is that you did let the new alpha mate me Ezekiel as should naturally be his right.* the words made the former alpha stop short of moving forward as he realized the truth of his mate's words and a lance of cold dread seeped in his heart

*Don't worry Ezekiel. I do not want your mate so don't lose and fur.* Ken fought to keep from making his words anymore than they were... blatant truth; more for Isaiah's pride than Ezekiel's comfort.

*The why did you?* Isaiah had been wondering that ever since he woken up to the faint tingling pleasure of his mate loving him so thoroughly

*It was because I absorbed his love and need to reassure you when he lost it back then.* the memories of the need to comfort and hold Isaiah as well as be held by him ran through Kendric's mind. Looking at the larger male still on his feet but without the raised hackles Ken knew that the former alpha would kill for his pack and especially for his mate

A quizzical glance from Isaiah had Ken sighing and waving his paw around as he would his hand.

*The spell I cast allowed me to take all of Ezekiel's negative emotions but also his positive ones as well. The need to love and be loved came through the darkness inside of him and into me. Think of it this way; a part of Ezekiel's soul came into me. So when we both woke up his soul had shut out mine for a while and acted on his baser instincts; the need to love you and assure himself in a physical intimacy in other words.* Ken cringed as he remembered being locked within his own body not able to control its actions while he became pupated by this larger male's needs

*Will it happen again?* Ken looked to see Ezekiel glaring at him with raging blue orbs and the mage-were for a moment, felt like being cruel before he noted the concern on Isaiah's muzzle

*Thankfully...no. That was a one time thing and it will NEVER happen again so please Ezekiel calm down. I don't want to have to clean up your shed fur from my carpet.* Ken just couldn't resist the slight jab at the former alpha's pride so he fought to keep the small smirk from his face as the larger male growled at him

*I see...* everyone looked to the former beta as he bent his head and had that far away look one does when their coming to a conclusion about something

*I'm sorry Isaiah. It wasn't your fault so you can blame the whole thing on me if you want.* Ken bent his head as he wondered if the other male could forgive him

A wet lick caressed his face and Ken opened his eyes to see the collie looking at him with a smile on his muzzle. The mage-were returned the gesture and nuzzled the beta before looking over at Ezekiel who had a displeased look on his face.

Backing up from the collie, the new alpha gently head butted the former beta over to his mate. The sleek weredog seemed confused until he turned to stare at his mate and then grunt in understanding. Walking to Ezekiel Isaiah dropped to his back and wiggled his body with his belly turned upwards. The show of submission was taken by the former alpha who bent down and clamped his fangs on his mate's neck while looking at the packs new alpha.

*Mine* the entire pack smiled when they heard the statement from the possessive male and all knew that Isaiah would be under his mate tonight

*Yours. Besides, those once in a life-time moments are always a treasure on a cold night.* Ezekiel roared and lunged for Ken who neatly dodged out of the way

The two alphas chased each other, well Ken ran for his life while Ezekiel chased, as the rest of the pack watched morbidly.

'Things have just gotten more interesting... I hope the pack can handle it.' was the last thing on Isaiah's mind as he watched his mate tackle the new alpha