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Convergence Written by Leo_Todrius Commissioned by Werewolfjedi5

The atmosphere of the night club was thick, hot and steamy. Pillars of light swayed through the haze, splashing against the blood red walls. Drinks sparkled in the low light as waiters wearing nothing but short shorts and glow stick necklaces maneuvered around to those gathered for the nightly festivities. Money traded hands, not just for drinks and food but for everything that went un under the sun and the moon. Despite having so many bodies in close proximity, people didn't peer into each other's business, focused on their own pursuit of pleasure... and that was the exact reason Damien had come to the club.

Damien was tall and fit, looking as if he could have been a model if not for all his piercings. His black hair was red at the tips, worked up into sharp curved spikes. His ears glittered with gold and silver rings all the way up the back of the lobe, leaving thicker rings to hang from the base. Three pyramid shaped beads slid around the lower rings, clattering together as he looked around the room with hazel eyes.

The young man moved forward, his red and black sneakers looking as if they were brand new. His black jeans, however, were well worn and form fitting, showing off every contour like a glove. Topping off his outfit was a simple red vest, the shoulders of which had three spikes rising up from the edges. His bare, muscled arms were emblazoned with deep black swirling tribal tattoos, though a number of symbols were embedded in the pattern.

Damien held up a finger to the waiter, signaling for his usual, a silver painted nail glinting in the light. The waiter nearly shuddered as Damien gave him attention, nodding dutifully before he moved off. Damien grinned a bit at that, betraying that his canine teeth were just a bit too long. As much as he was focusing on hiding it, there was still a very real secret beneath the surface.

Before long Damien had been served a mixed drink that was bright red and cinnamon hot. He brought it to his pierced lip and took a long sip, peering around the room curiously. One pierced eyebrow was quirked with intrigue, a typical look when he was hunting. He passed over the pretty boys, the hipsters, the flirty types... and settled on a twenty four year old at the far end of the bar.

The man had a tall glass of dark brown beer he brought to his lips, taking it in and getting a bit of foam in his short brown mustache before he licked at it. The mustache connected to a thick stubble beard and disappeared up beneath a wild, untamed mane of brown hair that went down to his shoulders. He had a simple forest green t-shirt on and torn blue jeans, looking nothing like the club's typical patrons. Damien was smitten at once. Another signal to the waiters sent another drink over to the man. He looked up as another beer arrived in confusion.

"I didn't order this." he said, his voice deep.

"I did, thought you might want a free one." Damien said, sidling down onto a bar stool next to the man. The bearded man chuckled a bit.

"Oh, I see. Usually I'm the one going on the hunt." he commented, sizing Damien up. Damien grinned back, looking at the man. He was strong and built well, he had strength and vigor. He was a perfect candidate. Added to that, he was also bold.

"Well, maybe that's what we both need... A little challenge, someone that isn't going to bore us, waiting for us to do everything." Damien offered.

"Do you always come on this strong?" The man asked, taking a long draw of his beer. Damien smirked.

"Not usually, but I know what I want." Damien said. The other man nodded before he finished off his beer and stood up.

"Then I'll give you this warning right now. I bite... and you'll never be the same." he replied. Damien grinned wider.

"So do I." he replied. The bearded man reached over and ran a hand over Damien's groin, giving him a reassuring grope before he navigated around the dance floor, moving for one of the back rooms. He eased the door open and moved his way in, glancing over at the blond boys comparing make up tips in the corner.

"Out." he growled. The boys looked stunned but sprung to their feet and scurried out just as Damien entered. Damien chuckled at that before he edged the door shut behind him with his foot. Damien moved over and approached the man, reaching up into his shirt. He trembled in delight, feeling such a hairy chest... and stomach.

"My, are you just hair from your lips to your balls?" Damien asked.

"Runs in the family. You better like hairy guys though..." The man replied back, leaning in to start nuzzling, sniffing and licking at Damien's neck. Damien murmured at that, reaching up, tangling his fingers in the man's hair... but his fingers weren't normal anymore. His silver nails were now claws, thickening and curling. The light in the room was fading, the heat climbing and Damien's hazel eyes were turning orange. He leaned in to nuzzle and lick the stranger's neck in turn, preparing to unleash his powers, unaware the man was unleashing his own.

The long haired man sniffed and licked, his ears growing to points, the stubble getting thicker on his cheeks. His mouth opened as his teeth grew into fangs, his brown eyes turning amber and then bright yellow. It was a full moon. He knew changing the punk would be easy and pleasurable with only a little blood to clean up after. He bore his fangs and moved, sinking them into Damien's neck.

Damien shuddered in shock, his eyes going wide. His spell collapsed, the pale peach color disappearing from his skin as it turned bright red. His spiked hair rippled, remaining largely unchanged though two thick horns erupted from his head. A long leathery, spade tipped tail wriggled behind him and his shoes warped as talons pushed through the tips. The demon's guise had been shattered, but so had his expectations.

His clawed, demonic hands dug into the mop of brown hair on his neck and drug him back from the neck, looking at the werewolf that had bit him. The wolf was panting in shock, black blood dripping into his thickening beard, his black nose wet and wide. Damien looked at him for a long moment before he simply started to laugh, tilting his head back. Despite his rage, shock and lust, the werewolf started to laugh too.

"I came here to turn someone..." Damien said.

"So did I." the wolf said, licking the blood from his lips.

"Well... Not sure if this is going to work exactly. There's never been a lycanthropic demon." Damien said. The wolf leaned back a little.

"Well... why not?" The wolf asked.

"That's a good point my friend, I..." Damien paused, "We don't even know each other's names. I'm Damien." he said.

"Kyle." The wolf said simply, offering his paw. The demon shook it.

"Well, Kyle, I think the reason there hasn't been any hybrids before is that one side is always introduced first and makes the person immune." Damien said.

"So... if we try to combine them at the same time?" Kyle asked.

"We'll try this again, we'll bring some potentials together... and turn them at the same time. You'll become the most powerful alpha there's ever been, and I'll get some rewards down in hell. It'll be win-win." Damien beamed.

"It's a date." Kyle said with a fang filled grin.

****

A month had passed since Damien and Kyle's meeting. The two had swapped cell phone numbers, kept in touch and planned for the next full moon. At long last it arrived, though it arrived on a Thursday. The club was quiet as far as patrons went, although the music was as loud as ever. The lack of other customers made it easier for Damien's two dates to pass the time. A blue mohawked eighteen year old was busy pouring shots into a dozen shot glasses while a nervous runner sat at the end of the bar watching.

Honestly, Damien knew the punk was more his usual fare but the college athlete had been easy to sway. He subconsciously wanted to be a bad boy and that was all it took to plant the subliminal suggestion. If anything, it made the demon glad that he'd run into Kyle... he was getting bored with normal people and even the punk was predictable after twenty years of seeing how they behaved. Damien's heart fluttered as he heard the door open and turned.

A thin, almost scrawny teen with black dyed hair stumbled in, the hair shaved short around his ears but long on top and pulled back into a short ponytail. He was pale skinned and had a long black trench coat that flared open in the front to reveal his jeans. He seemed like a fairly typical goth kid, though instead of any pentagram or pendant of the like... he had a silver wolf head dangling from a necklace. It was no wonder that Kyle had chosen him. Behind the goth kid came a deep, rumbling laughter as a massive man moved in, a strip of glinting white teeth grinning out from behind an unruly beard and messy mane of hair. The denim jacket, the heavy combat boots. It was clear he was a metal head. The laughter seemed to come from whatever Joke Kyle had mentioned as they entered.

"So, this is the rinky dink place you reserved for some partying?" The metal head asked.

"Oh yeah, just us and the boys tonight." Kyle replied, bowing his head, "Damien, how's it going?"

"It's going fine." Damien smirked. The punk at the bar took a shot and turned, looking at the other guys before an almost carnal grin crossed his lips, looking at the punk.

"Hey there small fry, ready to get impaled?" he asked. The goth shrugged.

"I bet it won't feel half as bad coming from a guy like you." he replied. The runner laughed at that.

"Pipsqueak's got some bite in him." the runner grinned, amused by the small dick joke.

"Well boys, it seems we're all playful. The true question is if you're ready to begin." Damien said. The metal head rolled his eyes.

"We ain't chicks over here, we don't gotta be wined and dined. We're animals and we're here to fuck." he said.

"How right you are." Kyle murmured, gesturing to the back room, "Everything's been prepared." he said. The metal head led the way, though the punk wasn't to be outdone. He bolted forward, the two entering. The athlete and the Goth kid were more reserved, but they moved over with Damien and Kyle behind them. One by one they entered the back room. Kyle inhaled the scent and Damien looked at their auras. It was all so perfect.

The metal door eased shut behind them, clicking into place. It was a recent modification at Damien's request. The demon reached out, tracing a finger down the metal. The metal sizzled and sealed shut, trapping the others inside. The only way in or out now was a tiny skylight at the very top of the room, a skylight showing the full moon. Kyle stepped into the pillar of light and stopped, his chest rising and falling. He inhaled and exhaled, his lips curling back into a sneer. The other men wee mystified at first at the face, wondering if he was going to puke... but that's when Kyle's first bone popped.

His jaw clicked and cracked as it expanded forward, his nose elongating into a short snout. His ears came to points and his hair started growing out more. His stubble softened into fur and that fur began to encroach across the rest of his face, covering his nose and cheeks and forehead.

"What the fuck?!" the metal head asked, his bravado shattering.

"Fuckin sick man..." The punk murmured, not sure if he was more afraid or more curious. The athlete, however, let out a blood curdling scream. Despite his fear of the werewolf, he bolted around the two and moved for the door. He rammed into it, slammed his body and began hitting at it. When it didn't budge, his eyes scanned the seams and found what appeared to be recently welded metal. His heart sank.

Of all the reactions, the Goth kid had the most mild one. His eyes had widened more and more, but rather than backing up... he'd moved forward. His heart fluttered and a smile crossed his usually frowning lips. He'd been entranced with werewolf stories for so long, but he'd never expected to meet one in the flesh and fur. Kyle continued to change, his shirt growing tight as he grew taller. Vertebrae parted and swelled, ribs parted and his neck elongated. He rose to six and a half feet at all, then seven and even eight. Kyle's head had shifted into an almost completely canine muzzle with black ears sticking out from the top of his head. The hair that covered his throat and chest had become fur and that fur was coating his body. His shirt began splitting out, his pants began to tear. Damien felt the rush, the rush of their plan coming together... It was time to make their hybrids.

Damien swept up behind Kyle, bringing his clawed hands up, resting them on the werewolf's shoulders. He dug in and began to share his dark powered. Kyle let out a growling roar of pleasure at that as his jean button popped and the zipper sagged down. Furry b alls and a canine sheath emerged, but the sheath was huge. It was as big around as the Goth boy's wrist and as long as his forearm... and at the very tip a reddened tip began to push out slowly.

"You like werewolves, don't you kid?" Damien asked. The Goth boy nodded softly, entranced by the change. Damien could drink it all up, focusing his powers on Kyle's massive werewolf cock. Kyle began to drool and growl, flexing his clawed paws as he felt th e energy.

"Want to become one?" Kyle asked, his voice so deep. The Goth boy didn't need asking twice. He fell to his knees and crawled to Kyle, his lips parting as an eager and willing tongue emerged.

"Dude, no!" The runner screamed, but it was already too late. The Goth was licking and lapping at the cum, slurping the juices up. He cleaned the cock head and began teasing the slit in the tip even as the cock emerged more, inch by inch. Damien watched the boy worshipping the wolf's cock and moved around Kyle slowly, lifting one leg over the boy, standing just above him. He leaned into Kyle's bearded, muzzled face and began to kiss him, their tongues tangling as the demonic energy poured down deeper into Kyle.

The werewolf growled in awe, feeling the dark power fill him, focusing on his cock. More blood rushed to his groin, the red shaft turning purple, then blue and finally black. It started as splotches but soon engulfed the whole thing. The wolf cock emerged the rest of the way, pulsing and resonating as veins puffed up, the length elongated and the head grew fatter... and fatter... and fatter.

Kyle's body was swimming in testosterone and adrenaline, but before it had all been regulated with his werewolf metabolism. Damien was pushing him past that point, breaking the laws of anatomical reason. Kyle's canine shaft was already ten inches long, but that was just the start. As the wolf cock grew, the goth boy got more eager, slurping and licking, rubbing his face all over it. It was what he'd been fantasizing about for so long. The metal head was trying to plot an escape, the runner had been reduced to crying and the punk charged at Damien.

A swipe of his muscled, clawed hand knocked the punk back and Damien dropped his human guise. His skin turned red, his muscles grew and huge horns pushed from his head. Even his spaded tail seemed to swing, warning the others to abandon their hopes and fears, for their fate was out of their hands. Damien went back to kissing Kyle, embracing the werewolf, feeling his body and feeding him power... and that power was just enough.

The goth boy had brought his tongue and lips back to the head of Kyle's cock, licking at the slit. The urethra had grown so large that Kyle could actually get his tongue into the very end, spreading the flesh wide. It felt like French kissing in a way as he tongued that cock, but soon the cock started to suck back. His tongue was caught and drawn in, the goth boy moaning as his face was brought to the shaft. The urethra began to spread, making out with his lips before spreading across his face.

The flesh crept out over his nose and chin, spreading down his cheeks, expanding like latex. The goth boy made no noise as his face was engulfed, feeling the cock lips spread over his eyelids and forehead, his entire face being sucked. The cock had grown enormous, twenty inches long and over twelve wide... and it was still growing. The goth boy's unusual hairstyle disappeared into the quivering black flesh before there was a soft pop... and his head was completely inside. Kyle tipped his head back and let out a resounding howl of pleasure.

Damien was overwhelmed with the pleasure, feeling the process as he poured his energies into Kyle so fully. The demon had animated objects before, but never a living thing. He could start to understand why possession was such a popular underworld past time. Kyle's clawed fingers tensed and relaxed over and over again, his mind not finding it possible to believe he the skull of another person inside his now black cock. It felt exhilarating, amazing... and Damien began to push it even further.

Almost as if it was becoming an organism of its own, the cock began to quiver... and then to draw the goth boy in. It contracted and shifted like it was trying to swallow the human, to consume him, and it was working. The cock flesh stretched over his neck and widened along his shoulders, sucking and tugging. It contorted sharply and widened to two feet, then three... but as it widened, it stretched longer as well.

Kyle felt like a tripod as his cock elongated, but the muscles in his legs were swelling to compensate. His foot paws grew longer and wider to balance him and his waist was growing as well. His furry muscled ass cheeks parted and his tail thickened, becoming luxuriously large, but all in the name of making room... room for a captive human boy. The remaining men felt helpless, trapped and isolated, unable to get out. They were trying to strategize, but there was something mesmerizing about watching someone get sucked into a massive wolf cock that drew their focus in.

The wolf cock expanded inch by inch until it reached the edge of his shoulders, and with that done... the rest was easy. There was a wet slurping sound as his body was drawn in to his elbows, then his waist, then his knees. His body was taken in, clothes and all, like a spaghetti noodle. It wriggled and shifted until only the wiggling feet were left... and then he was gone. The massive black cock seemed far more stiff with the captured youth, but it wasn't done yet.

Damien held Kyle and the two felt the goth boy slip in deeper and deeper. Kyle's internal anatomy was changing as his cock's first meal slipped deeper. The pathways became simpler and far more stretchy, but most of all, his testicles were changing. The flesh expanded from a knot into a true sack, enlarging at an exponential rate. The furry wolf pouch grew quickly as the goth boy's head slipped into the sack, then his torso and then his legs. He curled up into a ball inside and the sack descended to the floor like a massive, furry black bean bag couch.

Nestled safe in the embrace of a demonic werewolf ball, the goth boy went still in the fetal position almost as if he was in a womb... but the true fun had just started. He was being marinated in demonic werewolf seed, the energies flowing around him and the werewolf juices flowing through him. Damien licked his lips and Kyle shivered in delight, but Damien's red lips turned into a massive grin.

"I bet you're hungry for more, right my love?" Damien asked. Kyle had been quite content, but as the demon uttered the words, he shivered. It was true, he wanted more... he wanted to take more men into his cock.

"Oh yes... I need more." he growled. The demon grinned wide, turning his attention back to the runner.

"So, Luke... What do you think about all this?" Damien asked. The metal head and the punk looked at the athlete, wondering themselves.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" The runner asked, his eyes wide. The demon chuckled deeply.

"Oh be serious now... I can read you like an open book... I don't even need your computer to know your web history is full of searches for glory holes, discreet hook up personals and enough porn to land you on my door step when you die... So why not just take a short cut, try it out and enjoy it while you can? Doesn't this look inviting?" Damien asked, reaching down to caress Kyle's immense, black person sized cock. Kyle's urethra shivered, slurping and gushing with juices.

The athlete gazed at the cock almost as if he was hypnotized... He stood there for several moments before the urge to touch it became too much. He took a step forward, then another, but the other men grabbed him by the shoulders.

"Dude, are you crazy?!" The metal head asked.

"I just... gotta... touch it..." he whispered. The men tried to pull him back, but Damien held out his hand. The carpet that had been soft and simple beneath them grew far less tangible and the punk and metal head sunk down into it like quick sand, wriggling and grunting before it hardened, trapping them at neck level in the floor. They had just enough room to breathe, but the runner was no longer restrained.

He moved forward toward Kyle in his trance, reaching out slowly. He traced a hand across the hot, quivering shaft before it moved down to the slit. Hot juices leaked over his hand... but it wasn't enough. The runner played with the entrance, prying it open slowly with one hand... and the slit began to suck on that hand playfully. The runner had a lop sided, drunken grin and he brought his other hand up, sliding it in with the first.

Kyle's cock needed nothing more. With both hands right there, it began sucking them in. It took a hearty slurp and the runner came to his senses, his eyes clearing. He tried to pull back but he couldn't. He yanked and tugged, but the cock tugged harder. He was pulled in to his forearms, then his elbows. After spending his life as a runner, he was in the pose of a diver as he faced the end of existence as he knew it.

The slurping grew louder as he disappeared up to his head, his arms prying the cock wide like a wedge. It made his shoulders less of an obstacle and soon the runner was slurped up in one easy movement. Shoulders, ribs, waist, knees, legs and feet. It was eerie how easily he disappeared into the cock, arching around, curving and being dumped into one of Kyle's massive new demon balls. Kyle let out another howl, feeling so full and content. He knew he couldn't move from his spot, his balls now full of hundreds of pounds of captive humans.... but his lust was still growing, his need.

Kyle gritted his fangs, bore every ounce of strength he had into his muscle and managed to move, dragging his huge sack with him. He took one step, then another. Damien moved to try and make it easier, giving Kyle more strength. The two men trapped in the floor were confused at first what was going on, but then it became clear. He was coming for them...

The werewolf moved for the bearded metal head, drooling and shifting, the demonic energies suffusing him so fully. The two men trapped in the floor struggled to get free, but it was too late. The black cock came down as if it had a mind of its own, plunging down over the metal head's head. His long hair was soaked, his beard drowned in juices and the cock latched on around his ears and jaw.

In a strange way, the punk thought it almost looked like an ant eater finding his prey. It slurped and sucked and drew the metal head out of the floor. His muscled arms went wide, trying to stop his consumption, but they weren't enough. The limbs were pushed to his sides and he was drawn up. Soon the black cock bloated with muscled music lover and his body arched toward the furry sack... though there was a problem. Both of Kyle's balls were filled.

Damien had to work quickly, the nexus of channels inside Kyle growing. His furry sack grew larger as a new ball formed, and the metal head was sent right into it, letting it grow like a meat filled water balloon. That left only the punk, trapped up to his neck, his mohawk tall and his piercings glittering... but there was an odd look on his face, almost one of elation.

"Dude, you... you gotta tell me before you eat me, does..." he paused, licking his lips, "Does it feel good? Is there any way I can be like you?" The punk whispered. The werewolf growled in glee, looking at the demon. Damien licked his lips and moved his hand. The punk lifted out of the floor almost as if on an elevator before he was standing again before them.

"It feels... amazing." Kyle growled, nearly feeling high from the experience. Damien smiled gently.

"You'd be surprised what being a willing convert can do for you... Why don't you submit yourself to this pleasure, and see what happens?" Damien asked.

"Alright, but I'm going feet first. I want to see this happen." the punk replied, moving over. He sat down on the floor and lifted his sneakers into the air, his eyes filled with glee. Damien loved that the punk had been so corrupt that he fell in love with it in the first place.

Kyle's black wolf cock rooted around, slithering over before it found the punk's feet. The cock spread out over the shoes, sucking them in slowly. The juices coated the sneakers, etching away all the dirt and grime. The punk could feel the rubber softening and the leather stripping out, no doubt dissolving, but the juices just felt warm and silky to his skin. His sock s didn't last much longer and his bare feet were wiggling inside.

The cock slurped him up more, taking him to his knees and then thighs. His jeans were burning away but it felt amazing, like a massage around his entire lower body. The punk quickly unzipped his pants and ripped open his boxers, wrapping his fingers around his hardening cock.

The demon watched the punk masturbate to being sucked into a cock and groaned sharply, feeling the energies flow through him and back out into Kyle. The punk kept jacking off even as his cock and hands were taken into the wolf shaft. He felt it pressed down tight, but he did what he could to stimulate himself. His elbows disappeared, his stomach, his chest. The punk looked elated even as his jaw and eats went in. Soon there was nothing but a mohawk sticking out, but the hair was cum soaked and disappeared.

It felt almost like chugging down a drink, a rapid series of cock swallows to get the punk into a fourth demonic ball... but there he rested, marinating in seed. Kyle shivered in absolute bliss before he howled once more. Damien groaned, his demonic shaft quivering before thick ropes of black semen sprayed out onto the carpet. The two basked in their after glow for some time before Kyle finally spoke.

"Now.... what?" Kyle asked.

"Once their souls are stripped away, its time for you to unleash the hybrids onto this world." Damien grinned.

****

The night had passed, the moon sinking toward the horizon and the earliest light of day was creeping across the lands. Kyle and Damien had retreated to the forest on the edge of town witht he aid of magic, Kyle's balls still too stuffed to flee on foot... but to Kyle's surprise, he hadn't reverted. He'd never stayed as a werewolf this long before, but it was almost as if his demonic shaft was anchoring him in his lycanthropic form. No doubt it would be catastrophic to turn back into a human with four men in your balls, but Kyle wasn't even sure they were men any more. There was a strange inky hotness in his balls, a feeling that the squirming things in his sack weren't quite human any more.

Damien had said that their souls were being stripped from them, their core innocence and goodness pulled away to leave only the carnal, the physical, the absolute basest of human desires in empty husks... and that thought made Kyle feel so good. He rubbed claws across his nipples and he groaned, his muscles flexing. Damien massaged him and kissed him, staying close to his lover, suffusing him with the energies. The two had been locked in a sort of ritual for almost an hour, but without warning the ritual started to reach its climax.

After eating four men, Kyle's cock meat started to change direction, pushing back out rather than in. There was a thick yellow gush of pre, then silkier yellow cum beginning to leak out. There was movement and the cock bulged again. Kyle lifted his muzzle skyward and let out the loudest howl of his life as his body worked to orgasm out a person... and that was what it did. A cum soaked, naked, gangly pale form dumped out onto the ground unceremoniously, baptized with gallons of gushing cum over him.

The way the goth kid had landed on all fours was unnatural, even inhuman. Solid black eyes opened and a fanged mouth parted, but his changes were only beginning. No longer confined by a wolf ball or even a soul, his body began to ripple and twitch. His pale skin took on a tan, but the tan kept going. He turned from peach to brown and then black, the inky black sweeping across his entire body. His head inclined and his skin broke across his temples, two sharp horns curving out. Cum began shooting from the goth boy's hard, cum soaked cock as he felt like his horns were a new form of erection, the horns curving up and out from his head. His ears stretched into points and his body began to shift even faster.

His gangly, thin torso bulked out. His chest expanded, his ribs parted, his pectorals filled in and an eight pack of abs covered his stomach. His arms rounded, his legs thickened and his ass cheek parted. He was gaining more muscle in seconds than he had in a lifetime... and it was far from the last change. His parted ass cheeks made room for his tailbone to spill outward, taking on a spaded shape tip. The former goth boy cralwed out aon all fours before rising to his feet, standing tall and proud and naked, as dark as night... but in that darkness there was a glint of night. It started from his ears as thick silver metal dripped out of his flesh, looping around into rings. A similar ring gushed out from his cock before it turned into a prince Albert ring and more metal dew drops dotted his long, now pierced tail. The tail whipped around, almost whistling. The goth demon reached up and massaged the rings forming in his nipples, a forked tongue darting out as he soon started to masturbate.

"Well, I guess... my... powers were pretty strong at the start." Damien said, wondering if their plans for hybrids had failed... though it certainly had been fun to try. Kyle was unable to respond with anything other than a howl as he came again, his cock dumping out the athlete next... but it was a more difficult delivery. His body had swollen inside the wolf, getting puffy. A fat head emerged, followed by an even fatter torso. What had been fit and toned was now flabby and thick. Man boobs, a belly, puffy arms and legs. Luke was dropped into a cum soaked pile of flesh.

Luke lifted his head slowly, revealing quite a distinct demonic appearance. Everything about him was soft... and it was clear what his purpose was. Every hole, every orifice on his body looked willing to take cock. His mouth, his ass, even his ears and nostrils... He shifted and moved, though as the cum dried across his body a layer of brown fur began growing out, covering his flesh bit by bit. His puffy fingers got fuzzy as well until a fur coat covered him. In a strange way Luke seemed like some sort of fuzzy teddy fuck bear. Clearly the wolf and the demon had brought some of their qualities together.

"That's... wow." Kyle muttered before he groaned and shivered happily, grunting hard. His huge black cock began working again and his massive ball sack shrunk yet again. The metal head was passed from his balls to his cock and then dumped out onto the ground next to the former athlete. At first glance it seemed that he had changed the least out of them all. He still had his long hair and long beard, his tattoos still covered his arms... but the first change Damien noticed was that his piercings were thicker and heavier, and there were more of them. A septum ring completely closed off his nostrils, his ears were weighed down by the rings... but something else wasn't right.

The metal head's groin shifted before a long, gray cock lifted up. It was over two feet long but only five inches thick... Gushes of yellowed cum leaked from the tip, but the spray turned from one stream to two. The urethra split down the middle, more flesh formed and the cock split. Two cock heads sprayed, but then they too split. The squirming mass had become a multi-tipped cock monstrosity, ready to plug countless holes.

The metal head tipped his head back, hissing out in pleasure as two small black horns pushed through his temples. His lips parted and an oozing, red, squirming tongue cock slid out, pumping back and forth as if it was already trying to thrust into something. The metal head groaned, continuing to change as his beard grew longer and fur covered his tattooed arms, the fur taking on the color of the patterns so the emblems were maintained.

The werewolf and the demon watched their newest creation continue to change as he gained a tail just like the Goth demon had, at least at first. The squirming flesh whipped around as it spilled out from the base of his spine, but everywhere it flipped, it flung cum. The tip had rounded, taking on the head of a cock. It seemed he was ready to fuck anything - the perfect counter balance to the former athlete.

As sexy as their first three creations were to see, Damien and Kyle were both excited for their last 'son' to be born... The willing, the punk. Kyle began to pant and groan, feeling the punk moving... but he'd bulked up. The wolf panted harder and harder, groaning as something began to emerge, but the punk had gone in feet first. Two fully formed wolf paws began pushing out, covered in cum and brown fur, claws flexing above paw pads... but then the urethra spread and two more paws emerged.

Damien's yellow eyes widened, watching four legs push out, the wolf cock spreading to gigantic proportions. Hind and fore legs, well muscled... a thick torso, a neck and then a head. The punk was dropped onto the ground, covered in cum, in the middle of his transformation. He was resting on all fours, though that was different for him. His knees and elbows were changing, as were his hips and shoulders. He was meant to be on all fours. Patches of fur covered his back and chest, but without the confines of his father's body, he was growing much faster.

The punk's ass swelled sharply, pushing out in every direction, rounding and becoming fat and jiggly. The cheeks parted, revealing his tail hole. The pucker was extremely puffy, almost inflated invitingly, quivering with anticipation as a thick wolf tail began growing in over it, the brownish black fur pushing out in every direction. The punk panted and groaned, his chest changing, his shoulders shifting.

Drool leaked from his lips down into the fuzz on his chin, his tongue hanging from his lips... but something different was happening, something neither the demon nor the wolf expected. For the moment it seemed as if the human punk had a wolf body, but his head was changing in ways neither could predict. His nose crinkled down the middle, taking on a seam. His mouth closed and when it opened, it was sealed down the center, having openings on either side. A sickening, gushy noise came as the skin began to split, the seam working back into his skull. The two sides of his face began pushing apart from one another, but the gap between was filling in with more details.

The cum was drying out from his mohawk and the spines lifted up on their own as if by magic, now a deep bloody red... but even they were split in two. A new eye opened up, then another. The split noses filled out and the mouths rounded off properly. One punk head had become two, splitting all the way down to the shoulders with two distinct necks. New ears filled in and the heads rounded until they were perfectly matched.

The punk panted on both sides, two pierced tongues dangling out. The hair on their chins grew longer into tufts of goatees, their ears stretched into points, their mohawks grew taller, longer and thicker and grew down the back of their spines and necks before merging into their fur... fur that was taking on a similar reddish hue. The twin punk heads looked around before spotting each other and it wasn't long before their lips met and they were making out. Their pierced eyebrows clinked, their nose rings bumped and their earrings clattered as they swung around.

Damien wondered if it was because of the punk that their other sons had gained piercings, but he certainly didn't mind. He was too transfixed by watching the two headed punk to care about anything else. As the punk dog kissed himself, he got quite turned on. His furry black sheath parted and a wide, pointed canine phallus began to push out... further and further, wider and wider. It expanded to eight inches wide, then ten, then twelve. The urethra quivered with a youthful hunger and the cock slid along his belly, extending all the way from his hind legs to push out before his front legs.

The tender embrace of the heads continued as they each gained sharp demonic horns, their pierced ears growing pointed and then furry, turning into those of a wolf but their faces remained more or less human. The hell hound grunted sharply, the cannon like cock between his legs gushing out cum all over the ground. It seemed he had taken on the most features of his father, able to consume and convert others. They had made a true hybrid... they had done it. Damien turned and grabbed Kyle's head, kissing him deeply before letting out a whoop of glee.

"Can you believe it? We did it! We're going to be so amazing You'll be the best alpha ever, and once I turn in those souls I'll-" Damien stopped mid sentence. He paused, looking down at Kyle slowly. The souls were still in the werewolf's balls, being consumed slowly, turning the wolf into more of a demon by the day. Damien shifted a bit, "How... do I get them out?"

"Well, how would you have gotten mine out?" Kyle asked. Another wave of shock hit the demon. He'd broken the cardinal rule of soul hunting... He'd thought of Kyle as a buddy, an equal, a friend. He'd never tricked him into a deal, the werewolf still had his soul and now four more... and there was no way to get them out. The demon lowered his head, letting out a slow, weary chuckle.

"Geeze... I can't believe I messed up like that." Damien smirked sadly before sighing, "With that kind of mistake I'm not sure I'm going to be getting any rewards after all." he said, looking back up at Kyle, "Maybe it'd just be easier to submit myself to you as a servant, hope you'll be my new demon lord." Damien said.

"You could do that... but I really think I'd rather have a partner and a mate." Kyle grinned, though his smile seemed a fair bit more romantic as Kyle began to revert back to human in the dawn light. His muzzle contracted, his muscles shrank and his cock began to contract. Over the next few minutes Kyle's bearded, long haired human form returned, though not quite as it had been before. His ears were pointed, his teeth were still sharp, there were soft bumps on his forehead and his cock still hung down past his knees even when limp.

Damien looked at the handsome man, wondering if that generosity had been the last light in his otherwise darkened soul, but he wasn't going to pass it up. He moved over and kissed Kyle deeply, running his fingers through his lover's thick, soft beard, grinding their wet, messy cocks together. The four demonic wolf hybrids watched their fathers go at it with glee, still exploring the capabilities of their own, wicked bodies. It seemed that fate had converged to bring many a soul together, but it had brought the souless together as well. It was a family that would change the face of the world.