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*Mister Morgan half-assedly pounce-tackles Torrey from behind, wrapping him up with his forepaws and groaning as he snugs the wolf tightly. "Ugh...I...am not feeling at all well. I really think I may have eaten something I shouldn't have." If Torrey had managed to glance at the tiger before being tackled, he may have noticed a few unusual 'growths' hanging out of Morgan's mouth, brown, fungi-like tendrils seeming to sprout from his shoulders and hang off his sides. As he holds Torrey, Morgan gives intermittent, but powerful, spasms, grunting and clutching at Torrey hard each time. In a matter of moments, his fur disolves, bones crackle and crunch, muscles snap as his body is reformed, shrinking noticeably in size to provide energy for the change, yet somehow becoming stronger. His limbs, gripping the wolf still, feel bony and hard instead of the soft, furry and well-padded feline legs they were before. He pants hard, then lets out a low, menacing growl, pushing away from the wolf and standing up again - a zergling, somewhat larger than the largest of dogs. His eyes latch onto Torrey, and he screeches, one shoulder-limb snapping down and pinning the wolf with the smaller claw, pressing roughly against his shoulder though not punching through, while the larger punches into the ground, anchoring the limb firmly in place.

*Torrey Arfs in surprise as he gets pounced from behind, forcing him down onto the ground with an oomph. But he starts to murr slightly at the tight snug until he hears the comment, not quite looking behind him yet as he droops his ears worriedly "Daw are you alright?" he asks before mmphing at the tight squeezing from the spasms. Turning his head to protest just in time to see the fur start to dissolve and he hears the bones start to crackle and crunch. The sight making him say "What the..." but trails off as the soft pads holding him down turn into bony hard skin and pushes off of him. The sight making him gulp and start to squirm forward, away from the zergling until seeing the eyes stare him down and as the shoulder limb snaps down and slams into his back he lets out a surprised yelp as he is forced onto ground once more. Making him squirm hard to get away from it while he tries to look behind to see what the zergling is doing.

*Mister Morgan 's other shoulder limb lances down, meaning to impale the wolf's lower body to keep the prey from escaping, but Torrey's scrambling makes the massive claw miss; instead, it jams into the wolf's scrotum, the comparatively dull point pushing the individual nuts aside before actually penetrating flesh. It jams a hole straight through the scrotum and into the floor below a couple inches, the hard material brutally mashing Torrey's balls to either side of it as it presses down. He stares at the wolf, feeling some flicker of recognition in the back of his mind, zerg instincts warring with dreamlike, faded memories of putting the wolf to uses other than food or simply destruction. The creature pulls that second claw away, leaving the wolf's sack badly ruptured but the nuts essentially intact, then jabs down again, larger and smaller horns splitting over Torrey's left thigh, the longer sinking into the ground and pinning him just as the zergling's right limb has him by the right shoulder, and, slowly, with an uncertain curiosity born of Morgan's memories, the creature edges forward, reaching out one foreleg and using one of the massive claws to brush the wolf's tail aside, staring at the damaged ballsack and, slowly, its eyes drift up to the hole under Torrey's tail, and the zergling feels an unusual tingle far at the back of its underbelly.

*Torrey continues to squirm hard beneath the limb until he feels the second limb slam down at his sack. Feeling his orbs deform under it before he slip free and bounce to their respective sides as the limb pierces through his sack and roughly scrapes pasts his nuts. The sudden spike of agony coming from it making him freeze initially as his mind tries to wrap its mind around what happened, thinking that he just lost his balls from how easily the limb went through and the level of pain while he suddently starts to shudder and let out a high pitch howl, renewing his attempts to escape before his left leg gets pinned down from the spike. Completely pinning him down despite his attempts, as his mind is still overwhelmed from the pain in his balls. The pain making him realize that he is still in fact a male as he feels the throb of each ball, but the pain also keeping his mind directed at his sack that he doesn't even notice the claw move his limp tail to the side while he continues to follow his fight or flight responses and free himself.

*Mister Morgan answers Torrey's agonized howl with another, louder screech of his own, though despite the unusual sound, it is undeniably a threat if not a promise of the wolf's doom. He rocks forward, the limb pinning Torrey's shoulder pressing down on him brutally, the dull spike not really capable of penetration except from one of the zergling's lightning-fast stabbing motions. He moves his body over Torrey, mouth pressing in close behind the wolf's head; Torrey would be able to see each of the horn's protruding off the creature's jaw on either side of his head without needing to turn and look, then Morgan ((for lack of a better name :P )) lets out another ear-piercing shriek. He holds his head there, drool dripping slowly on the back of Torrey's neck, then slides his tongue out, dragging it over the wolf as if testing his flavor. His tongue pulls back roughly, and his head follows as he rocks himself back behind the wolf, dipping his head between Torrey's legs and giving him another taste-test, this time letting out a pleased, crooning sort of sound at the taste of Torrey's ruined sack. His tongue slips and slithers over the wolf's semi-exposed nuts, grinding them against Torrey's body, but the zergling finds its eyes repeatedly being drawn back to that puckered flesh under Torrey's tail, the tingling growing stronger at the base of it's torso, and a scaly, strangely-ridged cock begins slowly slipping out from Morgan's hard carapace, coated with clinging, stringy, almost mucous-like natural lubricant.

*Torrey Flattens his ears at the loud threatening screech emphasized by the limb painfully bearing down on his shoulder. Cutting off his howl with a painful grunt and a spasm going through his body. But after the warning he takes the hint and tries to stay still for 'morgan' while he bites his lips, feeling the zergling shift forward and seeing the large claws on both side of his head until he hears the sudden shriek. Making him cry out in surprise and whimper as his ears ring from the shriek, feeling the drool drip down onto his neck as he starts to tremble slightly while the tongue tastes his neck. But as Morgan rocks back off of him he can't help but relax a bit until feeling the tongue lick at the still aching orbs. Making yelp and start to squirm bit at the fresh wave of pain going through his gut as his puppy-makers get ground into his body. Unable to see the cock between the zergling's legs as he continues to just jerk from the pain against the limbs holding him down.

*Mister Morgan roughly jabs at Torrey's legs with a foreleg claw, not really correlating his tongue's activities with the wolf's struggles, only wanting to keep Torrey still while he curiously slides his tongue up under the wolf's tail, grinding and massaging it there, drooling copious quantities of saliva onto the pucker, his mandible-horns occasionally teasing at one side or another of the wolf's hips. He pulls his tongue back, finding the flavor...acceptable, but not as good as the wolf's balls had been. A flicker of understanding passes through Morgan's mind, glancing between pucker and balls, and making a connection for a surefire way to improve flavor, it rocks back a bit, then roughly jams the claw of one foreleg into Torrey's hole, the saliva perhaps the only thing that saves the wolf's hole as the claw sinks in deeply, stretching Torrey wide as it goes. The zergling grinds the claw a bit, working it against Torrey's hole, then pulls it out and leans down, taking another taste. It lifts its head back, then gives another loud shriek, as if it were Torrey's fault that it still did not taste as good as he would like. It jabs roughly at Torrey's nuts with the claw, giving a somewhat frustrated shriek when, with each impact, they distend somewhat, then pop aside, but after a bit of tenderizing, it leans down and licks again, rumbling with satisfaction at the taste. Glancing back at Torrey's hole, it brutally jams the claw in again, sinking it right up to the base, nearly two inches wide, inside the wolf, then roughly yanks it back out and jams it in again, harder, almost immediately pressing it to full depth. When it pulls the claw out again, it curls it down, the blunt tip dragging along Torrey's inner walls and roughly pressing down on his prostate as it slides out. He leans down again, rolling his tongue over the hole, and lets out another pleased crooning sound when a faint trickle of blood from the rough penetration hits his tongue. The tingling at the bottom of Morgan's torso becomes stronger still, and he feels a twitch of something like a short, stocky new limb flexing beneath himself. Slowly but surely, new instincts creep into his mind, and the zergling knows just what to do with it.

*Torrey can only mmph and whimper at the jab onto his legs, forcing him try give another attempt at trying to stay still for the dangerous zerg even as the tongue slides up and starts to work at his pucker, giving him a highly grateful flow of pleasure while the horns lightly graze his hips. He quickly tenses up a bit though as he feels Morgan pull back once more, gulping as he wonders what is about to happen before feeling his hole and insides suddenly get spread around the intruding claw. The feeling making him shudder and try to arch his back against the limb holding him down while his sheath starts to firm up at this wave of pleasure despite his still torn sack while the claw grinds his hole firmly. Making him squirm and groan loudly until he slumps as the claw finally extends and is replaced with the lick. But as he hears the shriek he tenses up and starts to whimper loudly before his thoughts are confirmed and a fresh round of agony starts spiking through his body his balls start getting pounded on by the claw. Feeling them as they bulge out greatly before finally slipping free after each blow. The pain making his eyes water greatly as his nuts start to bruise and swell from the abuse as the zergling gives them a lick. His body shaking visibly before the claw slams hard into him once more, reaching his inner ring by the time it stops as he lets out a painful howl and can't help but start squirming once more as it gets yanked out and jammed back in. The roughness tearing his hole a bit as it gets stretched so quickly, leaving him twitching as the claws curls down and starts to drag across his insides. Sending a shudder through him as it passes over his sensitive prostate and urges out a bit of his cock out of his sheath, hidden from Morgan's sight while he pants heavily between whimpers, his entire pelvis a fire with a mix of pain and pleasure as his paws claw at the ground.

*Mister Morgan rocks back forward over the wolf, levering his bodyweight mainly on the claws still dug into Torrey's shoulder and leg until he can press his forelegs down on the wolf's shoulders, pinning him even more firmly. The zergling curls its long, spiked tail beneath itself, then roughly jams it forward, forcing the narrow tip right between Torrey's legs and pressing it onward, removing the pressure on the shoulder-limb holding Torrey's leg to the floor. The randomly placed, somewhat sharper spikes dragging catching at Torrey's sack, dragging it along and tearing it open further, fully exposing the wolf's nuts as more, larger spikes come behind, more pressing against the exposed puppy-makers, pressing them against the wolf's body, while the leading spikes poke and jab at Torrey's sheath and the wolf's exposed cock tip in passing. One spike tangles in the cord of Torrey's right nut, but the zergling just jams its tail harder under the wolf, snapping the nut off before the swollen egg can slip around the spike. It isn't long before the zergling's thick tail has forced the wolf's rump high to Morgan's satisfaction, and he drops his hindquarters, pressing forward, the cock twitching and wavering as it seeks its target, and soon the blunt, barely-rounded tip of the brutal member is pressed against Torrey's hole. The zergling jams the cock forward, quickly passing the tip, as wide as the base of the claw it had used before, and sinking half a foot of zerg cock into Torrey before the wolf's tightness stops it up. It dips its nose behind the wolf's ears and lets out another screech, furious at having been halted in its penetration, but the screech trails off midway to a softer, pleased sort of sound as the creature becomes aware of just how good that hole feels, lightly rocking it's half-buried cock in and out of the wolf's hole a couple times, curious and quite pleased with the sensation.

*Torrey nnghs and grunts as he feels the zergling reposition over him. but as he feels the slam underneath him and nearly instantly slicing his sack more he lets out a painful yelp and squirms in an attempt to lift his waist up away from the tail as the spikes scrape over his sheath and still growing member. But as his right nut wraps around a spike and quickly gets ripped off like it was nothing he jerks hard with a painful yelp until his waist is forced to simply sit on the tail with his rump almost completely pressed up against the zerglings body. Leaving him twitching painfully while the member tries to find it hole and as it suddenly presses into him and tears his hole a bit more he lets out a howl of pain and pleasure. His body starting to writhe as the cock pushes deeper, but as he hears the screech he lets out a startled cry of his own until the zergling's screech calms down and he feels the fresh humps. Making him gulp and start to grunt in between pants, his body shaking hard from his short time with the new morgan.

*Mister Morgan , eager for more of that wonderful sensation, rocks almost completely out of Torrey, the motion dragging it's tail back a few inches as well, the spikes digging and jabbing at Torrey's tender-bits as it passes, then gives another heavy slam against the wolf's hole, forcing it's cock in deeper, though still stopping well short of fully inside. It gives another frustrated shriek, dripping it's head and biting the back of Torrey's neck, it's teeth sinking into the flesh a bit and roughly shaking the wolf to show its anger at Torrey for stopping it short once again, then rocks its weight heavily onto the wolf, barely coming to a stop before jerking out and slamming into him again and again, not stopping until the wolf's rump is firmly wedged between the zerglings spiky tail and the hard carapace of its underbelly, the pressure forcing a couple smaller spikes to dig brutally at the wolf's sheath and shaft, too blunt to penetrate but deforming it noticeably at the points of contact. Morgan barely pauses there for a moment, though, not sentient enough to appreciate the moment and only wanting for more as the tingling inside his carapace, just behind where his cock emerged, becomes a roaring inferno of need, and a wash of made-for-combat chemicals dump into his bloodstream. He begins slamming his cock in and out of the wolf with seemingly impossible speed, powerful limbs jackhammering against the wolf's ass, each thrust jamming Torrey's underbelly and malehood brutally against that spiked tail, pulverizing the flesh, until finally, with a deafening screech, the zergling's climax arrives, its muscles tensing, tail brutally raking out from beneath the wolf, stretching Torrey's remaining nut tight on its cord but barely leaving it attached. Morgan's alien body unleashes jets of stringy cum into the wolf, so hot it nearly burns as it coats his insides, sticking where it lands and only slowly oozing down. The zergling pants, grunting when it finally jerks its cock free of the wolf, backing up and immediately inspecting the brutalized hole it just used and giving it another taste, crooning in satisfaction before its eyes latch onto the nut still attached to Torrey, and it leans down, giving it one experimental lick, then lunges down and bites it off, barely chewing before gulping it down. The zergling briefly considers eating the rest of the wolf as well, but the metabolic boost left it exhausted, and so it simply wandered off, looking for a good spot to burrow and rest, deciding perhaps the wolf would still be around and edible when it woke.

*Torrey clenches his jaw and bares his teeth in a high pitch yelp as he feels the Zergling yank back and the tail scrape against his malehood painfully. Sending a shudder through him until he feels the fresh slam pounding into him. His hole being spread wide once more as he lets out an agonized howl until it gets cut off in a squeak at the deafening shriek and the sharp bite piercing into his neck. His instincts forcing him to submit as Morgan shakes him around while he starts to whimper loudly until the zerg once again yanks out its member and slams it back in hard over and over. Eliciting a series of painful yelps out of the wolf as he starts to jerk hard while the spikes on the tail dig painfully into his groin. However, as the zergling starts speeding up and pounding his pelvis at the impossible speeds he opens his eyes wide in surprise and screams as his rear and sheath get torn apart where the spikes on the tail were, not quite made to resist such a harsh pounding while the rest gets horribly bruised. But as the zergling finally climaxes the wolf gasps and lets out a silent scream as the tail gets yanked out from beneath him, feeling his cord nearly rip off as the yank seems to go deep into his groin while his insides get filled with the extremely hot seed. Making him instinctively clench up and push it out while he gets dropped painfully onto the ground, his arms and legs idly squirming from the agony coming from his pelvis. But as he feels the lick on his nut he closes his eyes tightly and as he feels the bite slice through his cord he lets out a yelp. The last bit of pain overwhelming his brain and he slumps, passing out where he is at with the zergling's cum oozing out of his hole while Morgan walks off.