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Chapter X: He who gets the Last Laugh

Eric Mancini slammed the locker door shut. He growled loudly in frustration, turning angrily towards the empty locker room in what was now commonly regarded as the 'Hyena Hole'. The other 'Originals' had left the base to the hyenas. Personally, he was glad to be rid of that creepy Spider Queen and freaky Wendigo. Shark Tamer was always examining them and taking samples which scared him. Dragon Knight was nice though.

The enormous underground cave system was built into the very foundation of the Newport attachment of West California Island. Right above them would have been the Newport baseball field where Gnoll made his first attack using Eric's father. It was convenient because from what he heard, it was now being converted into a memorial for all that had happened instead of an actual baseball field. Now there would never be a risk of their discovery.

Was it all part of a plan? Did Gnoll really just want the place to himself?

Eric really didn't care.

What he did care about was the news blaring across the television screen hanging from the corner in the locker room.

"The culprit, known only as Gnoll, committed suicide in front of several witnesses. One of which is the esteemed leader of the Elemental Alliance Feral Steel and the brave and powerful Outsider, Weapons Master."

The newswoman turned to the two men she was interviewing. It was easy to recognise Feral Steel. The big wolf's frown was his trademark. Beside him was the hooded Weapons Master. It was hard to tell what species he was. He was big and from the tail, probably a canine but it was hard to tell if he was a Malamute, wolf or some crossbreed. Somehow, his hood kept his features hidden. Optic jamming if Eric knew his technology.

"Any statements, sirs?" asked the newswoman.

Feral Steel nodded and took the microphone form the woman in a big paw. "Yes. The menace is far from over. Over fifty hyenas attacked and left Bal-Mordain. There were just twenty here. Rest assured, the Elemental Alliance will not rest until the last of these perverted monsters are captured, cured and returned to normalcy."

The newswoman turned to Weapons Master. "And you, sir?"

Feral Steel seemed hesitant to hand the microphone to the young Outsider but begrudgingly angled it towards him.

"Well... Um..." the Outsider began. "I guess I can't say anything more than what Feral Steel has already stated."

"How did this cure come about?"

"Ah... well..."

"It was thanks to the combined effort of both the Elemental Alliance scientists and government funded researchers," cut in Feral. "A testament to our brilliant school system. On that note, I wish the football players from the West California High School a swift and safe recovery so that they may continue to make us proud."

Eric grunted and swiped the remote from where it rested on a bench. He pressed the 'off' button but the television continued to blare out Feral Steel's propaganda. Even Weapons Master seemed to have had enough of his speed and wandered away. On the third try, the television continued to bark at him.

"Fuck off!" he roared and threw the remote straight through the machine.

It spat sparks at him angrily before dying in a despicable splutter. Eric growled at the television one more time before storming out of the locker room. The adjacent gymnasium was empty save for one other person. It smelled of sweat, hyena and sex. The most high end training equipment was provided for them including a virtual simulator for various scenarios including robbing banks, defending against supers and whatever else they could think up. Because that was what they were now - villains.

Not that Eric minded. He loved his fifteen foot, muscle mountain of a body. And he loved his father's too.

Hoisting an impressive tonne of weights on the bench press, Brodie Mancini counted up from fifty-four before setting the bar back with a loud grunt. The bench press wasn't the only bar he was hefting. A huge, black, sixteen inch cock bounced up against the elder hyena's perfectly sculpted abs, drooling thick ropes of precum. From the slick, matted fur on his father's chest and face, Eric guessed Brodie had already cum during the last set.

It wasn't out of the ordinary for a guy or two to pop a boner and to cum during a workout.. Someone just had to clean it up afterwards. These days, no one really cared on minded if some random hyena tore through their pants and came for no apparent reason. It just meant that they needed to cum or that you were hot. Eric was known to smirk at any guy and instantly cause them to cream themselves. He would then take them there and then. It didn't matter who was watching. Anyone was welcome to join.

Such was the little society they had built.

Eric wandered over to his father, leaning absently against the weights as his father wiped away the sweat and cum off his face.

"Need a spotter?" he asked.

"You know I don't," grunted Brodie. "This is just a tonne. Two then I'd need one."

That was true. Only three of the hyenas had developed baseline superpowers to their full extent; The Mancinis and Madman. Four if you counted Gnoll but he was already on par with supers as he had his own superpowers and could switch back and form from human to his 'Gnoll' form. Ultimately, that was what the hyenas were going for.

An army of Gnolls.

The others were on their way too. Eric had noted that if they could stop the random boners, they were on their way. The moment he and his father had stopped just wildly jacking off was the moment they really grew into their powers. They tried teaching this to the other hyenas but they didn't have that much motivation. All of them loved to fuck. Eric and Brodie did too but they wanted to fuck each other more than anyone else. The only thing was, the taboo of an incestuous relationship held them back.

Ironically, it was that same restraint that seemed to develop their powers.

Now, Eric considered it a bad day if he couldn't lift one and a half tonnes. His father, at his best, could lift two and a half. They were sure Madman could've developed more if he had been able to show some restraint. As it stood, it had been Madman's lack of restraint that had sent him on the doomed mission to throw the scent off the true Gnoll.

Eric leaned against the equipment lightly as his father began putting on the weight. "Do you think they succeeded?"

"You mean did they succeed in getting killed or worse, transformed back?" Brodie grunted. He lifted the bar, grunting loudly at the one and a half tonne weight he hefted. Eric grinned at his father's immense show of strength. The muscles brimming all over the hyena's form would make the gods envious. Brodie did one rep before replying. "The news doesn't seem to think so."

Enhanced hearing was something they all had to get used to. He had read about supers complaining that they had trouble in loud places because of their baseline powers but they worked with Dragon Knight and Spider Queen to switch these baseline powers on and off.

"Supers purposefully hold themselves back," Spider Queen taught them during one of their classes. "When they grip a pencil, they do so as if a normal was gripping a feather. Lightly, delicately. What you need to learn is not to hold yourselves back but to switch these powers off. That is what will differentiate you from supers."

In truth, it amazed him how most of the Originals were actually more like _teachers_than villains. He expected to be constantly put to manual labour and tortured for incompetence. But it was to the contrary. Dragon Knight taught them on the proper care and handling of weapons, teaching them military doctrine and tactics. Spider Queen was - surprisingly - their fitness coach and spent time with each of them to perfect their individual strengths and weaknesses. Shark Tamer taught them sciences and strangely, Wendigo took them through meditation though he threatened to eat anyone who fell asleep.

Gnoll taught them how to embrace their hyena selves and as time passed that was exactly what they did. They were hyenas now and they accepted that. Gnoll was their leader and unlike the stories of working conditions under supervillains, he spent time with them. Just a few hours ago, while they all watched Gnoll's Generation Zero clone kill himself, he comforted them.

"I know it seems cruel. But this had to be done. We need them off our back. And those guys... they didn't want to do anything but fuck. We're not like them, men. We're not beasts. We're hyenas."

Eric disagreed. Given more time, he was sure those guys would've seen things their way. Especially for the payoff. But he didn't want to argue with Gnoll. The guy had given them a great opportunity, more than any of them would have ever had if they stuck to their old lives.

"Do you miss, Mom?" Eric asked softly.

Brodie finished his twelfth rep and rested the bar back down. He looked up at his son with those soft, golden eyes. "Everyday." He sat up and wiped his brow with the back of his thick forearm. "But we can't go back. Not after this. Not after what we're planning to do."

The Grand Plan.

Chimera's goal.

It was the one reason why despite the door being wide open for them to leave, they chose to stay. None of them were held against their will. Perhaps they were taken against their will but they were not forced to stay. But Madman's constant need to fuck anything that moved was just proof that they couldn't go public with what they knew. The world would just fall to anarchy.

"It's going to be a long road, isn't it?" Eric asked softly.

"It is," Brodie replied softly, reaching up to grip his son's muzzle lightly. "But you know what? I'm with you, son. I'm not scared."

A small smile touched Eric's lips and he leaned towards his father. Brodie Mancini did not move away not even when their noses touched. "I'm not scared either, dad. This world is ours for the taking. People will see things our way. One way or another."

Brodie smiled and flicked one ear to the side. "You know... If we're going to follow the plan, then technically, if we were to do it, it wouldn't be against any laws."

Eric returned the coy smile. "No one is watching..."

Their lips met. Just a tender kiss but one that sparked the pent up desires that they had both felt the moment they were reunited at Bal-Mordain. Eric wrapped his arms around his father just as Brodie seized his son's waist and hoisted him over the bench press and onto his enormous, muscled chest. Their muzzles interlocked with unbridled passion, their hearts pumping rapidly as they both let their instincts take over.

The touch of his father's hot, supernaturally hard, chiselled body dripping with sweat and with cum seeping into the chasms across his sculpted abs pulled at Eric with an undeniable force. He tore his muzzle from Brodie's and dove straight for those hard, cut cubes protecting his father's abdomen. The scent of cum, sweat and his father's musk trigged the instinctual reaction to press his muzzle into the short fur across his father's belly. He took a long whiff but when just smelling the cum was not enough, he lapped at it. It was warm and held an intense salty flavour. But he needed it fresh from the tap.

With his father's thick, black cock just sitting right there, the temptation was just too much. He wrapped his muzzle around the pulsating member, taken by a sense of disbelief that he actually - finally - had it in his muzzle. He took as much of it down his throat without causing injury. He wasn't even really able to pull back and forth. It was practically lodged in his muzzle. All he could do was draw as much of the delicious, salty liquid down his throat and tantalise the length with his tongue. The moan from his father was just so sexy that it caused his own shorts to tent. Hot squirts of precum poured down his throat like a flood. He was forced to push a few back as he knew the flood of his father's seed would be more than enough to fill him. He wanted to save room.

He pawed at his father's massive, legs, enjoying the contours the thick veins made across the hard, hilly surface barely covered by the short, tan fur. Brodie's big feet curled gently around his back, pulling his closer. The bigger hyena gently began to rise, shuffling backwards as he leaned against the bench press bar. Eric looked up at his father with a grin. Brodie let out his own hyena laugh. The sound of that deep but infectious laughter caused Eric's cock to burst out of his shorts, standing at its full length and resting against his father's balls.

"Come up here, son," rumbled Brodie, beckoning him with a finger. "Give your old man some love."

Eric gently prised himself from his father's cock. A long squirt of precum splashed across his muzzle, one he eagerly lapped up with his flexible tongue. He shuffled up towards his father's, his cock's tip gently sliding up to the base of his father's member. His tongue rolled up Brodie's chiselled abs, tracing the lines the made across his fur. Inch by inch, he worshiped and licked those rock-hard muscles. His Everest came when he reached the peak of his father's enormous pecs. They were monstrous and so hard not only from his immense muscles from the recent workout that he found it difficult to focus on anything else.

He squeezed the plates of iron wrapped in the soft, thin fur. His tongue lanced out and gently teased Brodie's jet-black nipples. The 'man breaker' beneath him bucked his hips, cock pressing Eric's tight ass. Eric had never let anyone else mount him apart from Gnoll. Not even the gargantuan Madman could get anywhere near his ass. But now, he felt those barriers breaking and the key was pressing right up against the base of his tail, leaking pre into his hole.

Boy Breaker reached around behind him, taking hold of his father's cock in a tight grip. Gently, he guided that throbbing meat into his hole. The warm touch made him shiver and the shot of pre that squirted right into his ass sent waves of anticipating rippling up his spine. He pulled himself up, uncurling his strong, muscular body so that he came level with his father's handsome, square muzzle.

Their lips interlocked, their passion coming to a crescendo. What little restraint the two hyenas had left were thrown out the window as the gentle foreplay was over and done with. Eric gripped the sizes of his father's head, ravishing that muzzle and trying to taste every part of that masculine face. At the same time, Man Breaker pushed his cock up his son's ass in powerful, merciless thrusts, grunting only when Boy Breaker would let him make a sound beyond their impassioned kissing.

The bench press squeaked beneath their grinding bodies, hard abdominals rubbing roughly like chiselled marble and hard steel dashing against each other. Boy Breaker threw his head back and let out a loud cry. The cock that had always been destined to be inside him, that his body had been built for, was halfway up into his ass. Long, loving thrusts pushed it deeper and deeper and he could feel himself growing more and more... complete.

Barriers between instinct and conscious mind shattered and both entities became driven to a single goal: the painful ecstasy that was orgasm derived from forbidden love making with his father.

He pushed himself back into that waiting cock, feeling every twitch, every throb and every squirt of thickening precum that poured into him. The taste of his father's muscles flesh began to fade from his tongue so he dove for Man Breaker's lips but missed as the bigger hyena threw his head back, letting out a rising moan. His tongue instead brushed against the hyena's corded neck, tracing the veins that rolled and throbbed there like a roadmap that took him from his father's neck, across those mountainous traps and then across the bulky, cleanly cut shoulders.

Boy Breaker dove for his father's armpits, taking in that musky scent of sweat, hyena and man. The arousing concoction surged into his nostrils, triggering feral responses of need and submission deep in him. Here was a man, his man, the man he wanted to spend the rest of his life with. A man who would take care of him, hold him tight and protect him to no end. He lapped at the strong scented pits, rubbing his cheeks all over the thick fuzz there and trying to get his father's scent all over him. He wanted everyone to know whose son he was and who had exclusive fucking rights.

Man Breaker flexed his arms, distracting Boy Breaker from his desire with even thicker meat than the one that was almost completely inside him. He winced as he was forced to pull slightly away from his father's cock just for his tongue to lightly brush the bigger hyena's bulging biceps. The twin wishes to lick that massive, vascular limb and to be filled by his father's cock conflicted deep inside of him. He pulled himself towards Man Breaker's arm and was deprived the warming comfort of being filled.

He needed them both but couldn't reach them both!

He let out a pained, frustrated cry.

His father thrust one more time into him and his entire body bucked in response. A rush of strength burst through his body like his that massive member just injected him with pure adrenaline. This strength rolled up his spine and bled into his legs simultaneously, making him shake and quiver. His cock spewed a shot of cum all over his father's chest just as he felt the warm rush of Man Breaker's own orgasm fill him.

But it was far from over.

The pleasure of orgasm did not end after a few pathetic squirts. No, it grew only stronger and stronger. The sensation of release that exploded from the tip of his cock just seeped back down his member, leaving intensify quakes in its wake. It bled down into his balls, urging them to produce more and more cum, more than they had even before. They were all too happy to comply and pushed the next wave even further and stronger out of his shaft.

The euphoric agony shot down his legs, making them twitch and shake. He became aware that Man Breaker's own limbs were convulsing wildly beneath him. He tried to settle his paws on the huge pecs beneath him but found them quaking and jittering. Thick veins pressed up against his palms and he could barely watched through glazed eyes as his father's entire body seemed to grow and grow.

At the same time, the powerful sensations that rippled down his legs great stronger and stronger. His feet slammed against the ground, causing a massive indentation. The muscles all across his legs lengthened, widened and thickened, new veins having to grow just to pump more and more blood into them. Boy Breaker barely managed a stuttering, "What's happening?" before the intense sensations rolled up his back and chest, making him straighten.

The younger hyena's entire body was thrown into the convulsions. His arms were thrown back, twisting and jerking wildly as thick, plump veins bulged beneath his skin. His biceps surged outwards followed shortly by the thickening forearms and triceps. The bones had to stretch and grow to suit his building height. His rising rumble, filled with the throes of orgasms became deeper and deeper, his neck thickening and almost disappearing into his monstrous shoulders. The hunch on his back grew more prominent and he found himself unable to keep an upright position. Boy Breaker fell forward, his enormous chest coming to level with his father's but his much longer arms resting beyond bench press table.

Beneath him, Man Breaker's own body took on more unusual transformations. The formerly bigger hyena roared as shocks of pain and pleasure exploded from his back. Large, bony spikes pushed out from his back just next to his shoulder blades. The spikes instantly began crackling. Bolts of electricity danced between them. Similar spikes shot out of his elbows, pressing up against his clenched triceps. He snapped his jaw in the midst of feral growling. His upper canines extended well beyond his lips, curling downwards to just go past his lower jaw. He gripped his son's enormous arms. Bolts of electricity rolled between them both, crackling through the air and sending them both into such intense throes of pleasure that their eyes rolled into the backs of their head and their bodies were set on a permanent jackhammer mode.

Man Breaker pounded his enormous son's ass as the four spikes jutting from his spine generated more electricity. Boy Breaker grunted madly, his tail thwacking against the bench press as his body rapidly grew used to the shocks that rolled across his body. It was like his body knew it would have to get used to these shocks and just absorbed the bolts, accepting them willingly and using the energy to fuel his growth. The younger hyena's feet twisted and transformed, pushing his big toe to become a permanent dew toe and forcing him to have a permanent digitigrade stance ending any hope he may have had of standing upright for long periods of time.

WHAM!

The bench press table collapsed beneath them and he found himself speared completely on his father's cock. His cry of pleasure was echoed by his father. The finality of the moment sent shockwaves through both hyenas. Their cocks exploded in joy at their new forms. That surge of cum shot their cocks another extra six inches each, making Boy Breaker cut his cry into a pleasurable hum as Man Breaker's cock pushed against his limits and filled him with the warm seed that had originally birthed him... to an extent.

The toll of the transformation mixed with their passionate lovemaking sent both hyenas collapsing onto the ground. With no barriers between instinct and conscious thought, the father and son were completely aware of their transformations and though they were weak from it, they still curled around one another, holding each other lovingly with their cum binding them. The bolts of electricity generated from Man Breaker died and Boy Breaker's morphed body formed the perfect casing for them both.

They drifted to sleep... unaware of the two figures watching them from a distant location.

"This was unexpected," Shark Tamer noted.

"Gnoll truly fulfilled did he not?" came the deep, laugh. "The power of emotion. Superheroes have used it time and time again. In moments of great stress or they have to be overly melodramatic, supers always develop new powers. It's clichéd but it it's true. Use that to our advantage and... well... The results speak for themselves."

The Gene Stealer scientist's beady black eyes glimmered in glee as he replayed the scene over and over again from different angles. "Yes... Yes...! I see! It correlates with the data we have already gathered! It makes so much sense! Gnoll's powers took an enormous jump the moment he and his mate professed their feelings for one another and that explains why an animal like Madman hit his limit just as a basic super!" He held a finned hand at the screens. "And these two! Ha!"

Then, the scientist frowned and turned in his seat, regarding the figure hidden in the shadows. He could see the sharp, cold blue eye in the darkness with the other hidden beneath an eye patch. "You knew this would happen, didn't you?"

Chimera folded his arms smugly. In the darkness, the leader of the Gene Stealers grinned, showing sharp fangs. "There is still much work to be done."

"Correct. We isolate that phenomenon," Shark Tamer said, grinning broadly. "We find out how to trigger that response. We have broken the barriers between the subconscious and the conscious but now we have to break the barriers between the two and the heart!" He laughed loudly, slapping his forehead. "I would never have guessed! We will have to redefine the generations! They are only the _second_generation in number but they have already exceeded my expectations and gone to Generation Three! This pushes our plans forward exponentially and gives us more room to improve!"

"I trust the next strain is ready for deployment?"

"Sir, with this contribution and the progress we've made, I have enough time to start on the next three strains!" Shark Tamer reached towards a glass and a bottle of wine which he poured for himself. "Would you like a glass to celebrate this momentous occasion, sir?"

Chimera turned, vanishing into the shadows themselves. Shark Tamer heard the loud noise of wings unfurling. "No thank you. I could never stand wine. Far too fruity. If you require anything, ask it. Otherwise, I am not to be disturbed."

"Yes, Sir."

Those wings flapped and Chimera was gone, leaving a single black feather drifting across Shark Tamer's terminal. The scientist smiled and turned back towards the monitors. He lifted the glass in a toast.

"Thank you, Gnoll! You have been a true asset!"

Shark Tamer eyes widened just as he was about to take a drink. "Ah!" He threw his hands into the air joyfully. "They are reverting!"

As the two hyenas slumbered, their bodies began to morph and shift. Their fur sank back into pink flesh and their strong, muscular shapes compressed into two, fit, human shapes. Brodie was still bigger than his son - ironic as in their bestial states, Eric was bigger. Eric lost his more feral appearance and became human once again. Athletic and strong but nowhere near the bodybuilder that Brodie had become.

His two lieutenants would be strong indeed. Bordie's electrical powers and Eric's raw strength balanced with the speed of a quadruped would make them both nigh-on-unstoppable. Then, there was Psycho...

"Generation Two is complete!" Shark Tamer exclaimed loudly.

*****

Gregory's twisted, grinning features haunted Caleb.

He sat quietly in the waiting room of the Elemental Tower Hospital where he was apparently 'interred' when he transformed. The official records showed that he had been isolated with Alex who had also been transformed, apparently. It provided the perfect cover for him and Alex not attending school since the football game. People were bribed, memories wiped and rewritten and records modified.

As far as anyone else was concerned, they were just two kids who had fallen victim to a supervillain attack. A strange one but it being mutated by a supervillain was surprisingly common especially in the eastern states and Australia for some reason. So it was about time the west coast got some of the action.

Lars entered the waiting room and beamed at him.

Caleb offered a faint smile back as the Doberman sat down beside him, sighing heavily with his arms crossed behind his back. "How'd the press conference go?"

"Still a circus out there," Lars replied, hiking a thumb over his shoulder. "Since I was the superhero that called in the others, they all want a piece of this." Lars was only wearing his letterman jacket and a pair of shorts. It showed off the soft, light brown patch of fur that highlighted the cleft of his pecs and his abs perfectly. "They're clamouring over all the other football players to get their statement but, as they've been advised by the Elemental Alliance General Agent, they don't remember a thing."

"You mean they don't remember being huge, rutting hyenas with monster cocks and loving it?"

Lars lost his grin. "Caleb..."

"Before you ask," he said, lifting a paw. "Yeah... It was like that for me. Still is. "

Gnoll's last words had been 'But tell me, 'Weapons Master'. How did it feel? How did it feel to have what you were lacking? The strength? The power? The sheer masculinity of it all? Did it feel good? Was it intoxicating. Actually, don't answer that. Tell me next time we meet.'

Was that just to get in Caleb's head?

Was it a reference to the fact that now, Caleb could just not get the hyena out of his head?

Or was he pointing out that, on some level, Caleb Hyena Hale was now part of him...? And that he sort of missed having all that power?

"Cale..."

"Don't worry, Lars," he said. "I'm not going to join the Gene Stealers looking for power. I've seen too many movies, read too many comic books and read too many novels to fall into that cliché. Besides, when you can turn anything or anyone you touch into a weapon, who needs superpowers." He sighed softly and wiggled his fingers a little. "Just would be nice not to be so... squishy."

The Doberman was silent for a while. Then he gripped the armrest of the chain. Without warning, he yanked it right off its hinges, making Caleb flinch. Lars held the bar out to Caleb. "Hold this as tight as you can."

Eyeing his friend warily, Caleb took hold the bar and held onto it as if he were trying to crush it. It didn't even make a slight indentation. Some part of him wished that the heat from his paws would soften the metal somewhat.

"Now watch me," Lars said. He squeezed and without the slightest effort, twisted the metal easily. "You see that? I didn't even try."

"Is that mean to make me feel better?" Caleb retorted.

"Supers can't switch off their baseline powers, Cale," Lars replied. "We can't just tell ourselves when to stop regenerating, when to take a hit or when to stop a punch that should knockout a guy turn into a killing blow. I have to constantly hold myself back. Do you know how many weeks it took me to learn just how to hold my tablet and stylus properly?"

Caleb inclined his head to the side curiously. "Really?"

"Yeah!" the Doberman pressed a paw to his chest. "We can hide who were are and how we're built but it's hard. Really hard. You, you're lucky. You may not be able to heal any would, leap across great distances or take an eighteen wheeler to the face and just shrug but at least you can decide when to turn on your powers. You can fit in far more easily than anyone else, man, and when it comes down to it, I'd rather have friends than superpowers." He shrugged and gave Caleb a sly smirk. "It's why supers tend to have sidekicks."

"I am not going to be your sidekick."

"Aww, come on. I bet you'd look hot in spandex."

"You know I would. You popping a boner every time I walk out will be the problem."

"Dude! You're gay too!"

"No so gay that I was eyeing every guy in school! Besides..." Caleb grinned and puffed out his chest, flexing an arm. "I know you've always had the hots for me! You want this piece of wolf."

Lars took one second too long to reply. "Oh yeah, Feral Steel will have my hide. 'New boy Firebrand dates Outsider Weapons Master. Feral Steel popping a vein.'" Lars laughed softly and gave him a light punch. "Glad to have you back, man."

"Thanks for having my back."

They both paused as Alex emerged from the wards, carrying some papers which no doubt contained his official alibi. After what he had gone through, Bren had made the executive call for him to retain his memories. There were still hyenas out there and Gregory clearly had plans for Alex more than just using him to stay Mary and Ben's hands. He needed to be aware of his situation to avoid it.

The young gymnast moved towards them and sat on Lars' other side.

"So..." he began softly. His eyes turned to Lars. "You're Firebrand." Then he turned to Caleb. "And you're the Outsider, Weapons Master."

"And the two of us were transformed into massive, muscular hyenas with uncontrollable libidos," Caleb finished.

"That's easy for you to say," Alex said. "You were turned into one. I can't just fake that."

"Trust me, it's easier than it looks. Just look scared, unable to laugh ever again and look like someone has sexually violated you."

Both Lars and Alex gave him a worried look.

"That's... Kind of how I feel," Caleb admitted softly. "He took who I was, you know. Made it into something twisted... I fought back as much as I could and in the end, I won but still... That doesn't mean it didn't happen... or that I didn't want it at some point." He shook his head and gave loud grunt, ruffling his hair angrily. "Okay! That's enough emo time for me!"

He grinned at them both. "We stopped him! He's gone. Yeah, there are more hyenas out there but the cure will be distributed soon enough."

"How long will that take?" Alex asked.

Lars shrugged and leaned back in his seat again. "Bren says it'll take a week at least. They synthesised a cure using Caleb's DNA and they have a template but we can't just have Caleb constantly donating blood to make more. We've got enough to go on and from what I hear, it's almost ready. Today or tomorrow, it'll be done and then we start global distribution. Free inoculations and that stuff."

Alex inclined his head curiously. "Don't we just throw it in the drinking water and, you know, vaccinate everyone?"

"What explain why after drinking something, they start glowing and sprouting white feathers?" Lars countered. "Nah, man. It's just best to do this private and confidential."

"What if the hyenas prey on those that haven't been inoculated?"

"That's better than everyone being a risk. People have the choice to be safe. If they don't want that... well, that's a risk they'll have to bear. Superheroes can't protect everyone especially if they don't want to be saved."

Caleb glanced at his paws and clenched them tightly. Madman was definitely one of those people who did not want to be saved. He had no idea where that nutjob and the other hyenas were being taken but they were too dangerous to be let free and clearly Bal-Mordain wasn't secure enough. He only hoped that they were locked up for good.

The doors to the waiting door suddenly sprang open.

David Hale entered. His eyes roved the plain, white room for a few moments before his eyes settled on Caleb. "Caleb!"

Dad rushed over to Caleb who greeted him with a hug. Caleb was fearful some residual strength from the hyena was left behind might crush his father but he was surprised when his father's grip around him almost suffocated him.

"Dad?" Caleb prompted.

David Hale pulled away, looking like he was fighting to say something but couldn't muster the strength or the words. "Yeah...?"

"I'm sorry I let you down." David's jaw dropped open. "I should've been stronger. I... I should've been able see through it... That... that thing you saw... It wasn't me. I wasn't being honest... to you, to everyone... to myself. I'm sorry... I should've fought harder, been the fighter you taught me to be."

In truth, what he meant to say was that he should've resisted. He knew what was coming and yet he let himself get swept up in the euphoria of transformation, in the ecstasy of orgasm and the raw power of being a full-fledged super. That wasn't who he was. He was an Outsider and he should've stuck to that instead of giving in to something more powerful.

David Hale shook his head. He squeezed his eyes shut, the tears rolling down his cheeks and soaking into his fur. He threw himself at Caleb, holding his son tightly and squeezing so hard that Caleb felt the air rush out of his lungs. "No, son. I should have protected you... I should... I should have..."

Caleb was surprised as his father broke down in front of him. Dad had always been his foundation, the strongest person in his family and the one he always strove to impress. Leon and Lance were bigger by far, yes, but his father had more than just their pure muscles. He had integrity, strength of character and a certain pride that had made him Caleb's hero even now. Just the way his father had taken not only his coming out and his relationship with Lance... It made him that much more impressive. Admittedly, he was procrastinating about the adoption but that still made him a hero in Caleb's eyes.

To see him break down... It was a bit of a shock to Caleb.

"I am never going to lose you like that again, Cale," David said, squeezing Caleb's arms tightly. "Never."

The sad thing was, Caleb couldn't guarantee that. He was out there risking his neck against the Gene Stealers. The one thing that made him and Mary immune to the Gene Stealers' powers was now gone. They could become twisted, wild animals at a moment's notice. No one was safe. No normal person, no Outsider and not even a super.

He gripped his father's shoulder's tightly.

And that was why he couldn't tell his father that he would be there forever. Because he had to keep him, his mother, Lance, Leon, Abby and even Arthur safe. And now, Alex too. Everyone needed to be protected from the Gene Stealers. The Elemental Alliance was aware of them now but was going to great extremes to root them out. The Alpha Pack was helping but for their own unscrupulous purposes. The only team that could truly stop them were the Outsiders.

"Come on, Dad," he laughed softly, glancing at Alex and Lars. Both boys were trying look away. "You're making a scene."

David laughed softly and wiped his tears away. "Sorry. Not every day you get your son back from being a monster." The older wolf flicked his ears. "That's not... offensive, is it?"

"Not in the slightest," he responded. "I was a monster. I'm just glad to be back."

His father nodded and clapped his back lightly. "Glad to have you back."

Accompanied by Lars and Alex, the two Hales left the hospital. The media frenzy over the released football players had finally died down. There were several photo opportunities with Feral Steel and the members of the Elemental Alliance as they shook hands and paws with the returned footballers. Caleb wanted to avoid all of that as much as possible. After his encounter with Feral Steel after the battle, he didn't want to be anywhere near the judgmental prick.

He closed his eyes, recalling the moment...

"You all did well," Ben's father said, with a bright grin. "Especially you, Weapons Master. Your timing was perfect."

"You were all just lucky," rumbled Feral Steel. "And from what I hear, there are more of these Gene Stealers. From now on, this is an Alliance operation." Feral leaned forward coming almost nose to nose with Caleb if the super could see his features. Caleb was surprised that he was slightly taller than the wolf. "Stay out of this."

"That was not part of our deal," Bren announced, stepping forward. Feral Steel and Ben's father looked shocked at the Tiger's appearance. Seeing their features, he shrugged and said, "Amalgamated consciousness, multiple bodies, government secret, yadda-yadda. Anyway, the Gene Stealers and initial investigations rest solely with the FBI and Alpha Pack. If we need help, we will call for the Alliance."

"We are not some backup you can call at your convenience!" Feral Steel roared. "We are -"

"Still citizens of this country," interrupted Bren, showing surprising courage in front of a man much stronger than himself. "As such you obey its government and its laws. As spokesman for the FBI on this operation, I am kindly reminding you that those were the terms of our agreement on the matter of the Gene Stealers. If you wish to renegotiate, then I suggest you talk to our superiors. We're open 9 to 5 on weekdays and 10 to 4 on weekend."

Feral Steel snarled and spun around, storming off angrily. Somewhere on the field, several metal bars twisted into pretzel-like knots.

Despite the congratulations that came from the Alpha Pack and Ben's massive bear hug on turning back, he still could not help but feel that life could be so much simpler if he were just a super. But, two days later, after the cure was administered to the rest of his football team and they were kept in the hospital for observation, he talked with Lars... and confirmed that being an Outsider really wasn't that bad.

Some reporters did linger when the four of them arrived but none of them were interested three teenagers and a father emerging from the hospital.

"Do you boys need a ride back to your place?" David Hale asked.

"No thanks. Mr Hale," Lars responded, hiking a thumb over his shoulder. "I've got my own ride."

"And you, Alex?"

Before Alex could respond, a car horn blared nearby. Caleb turned and nearly leapt out of his skin when he spotted a hyena waiting by what appeared to be a white sports car. However, as the buff fur stepped out of the car, Caleb realised the brown and black markings were not of a hyena but of a German Shepherd and a police officer at that.

"That's my ride," Alex said, a wistful smile touching his lips.

"It is?" Caleb asked.

"Well," said the gymnast with a shrug. "Officer Swayne over there was the one that took me to this hospital. When I told him about my parents, he sort of offered me a ride back to my place."

Caleb lifted an eyebrow. There was something in Alex's coy smile and the way he was looking intently at the German Shepherd that made him suspect there was far more to this than he suspected. Done with secrets, he crossed his arms, stepped in front of a surprise Alex and glared at him.

"Level with me," he said. "Are you dating him?"

"Caleb!" his father exclaimed.

"Duuuuude..." Lars began.

Alex gave a short, simple reply. "Yes."

Both David and Lars stared at the teenager in horror. "What!?" they exclaimed in unison.

The teenager held out his hands. "Look, I'm an adult and Officer Swayne was there for me. It's only starting. We haven't even had dinner yet. Sex yes. It's kind of why I was late."

Caleb grinned broadly and gave his friend a playful punch. "You animal." He stepped aside to the shock and horror of his father and best friend. "Play nice, now, you hear? Make sure to make sure you're nice and loose if he's on top. Canine knots can be pretty big. Oh and if you're the one doing the licking, watch out for hairballs in the morning."

David Hale plugged his ears, shouting, 'la-la' loudly and staring at the sky.

"Yes, dad," Alex laughed softly. He glanced over at Swayne who smiled back. "He's special, Caleb. I know it's early but... despite knowing who I am, what I am, he still stuck by me. He made me a better person. A stronger person." His eyes went back to Caleb, a smile on his lips. "I hope one day you find that special someone too, Caleb."

Thinking about Lance, Caleb said, "Maybe I already have." He clapped Alex's shoulder heartily. "Have a good weekend, man. See you Monday."

"You're taking tomorrow off too?"

"Still have a bit of hyena in me that needs cleaning up," he responded with a shrug. "I need more wolf." Lars coughed loudly at that, trying to hide a snarky comment. "If you feel like hanging out, give me a call."

Alex's eyes glinted as he turned back towards Swayne who began to enter the sports car again. "I'll have to leave you hanging. I think my weekend is pretty full up."

Caleb could only laugh and wave as Alex skipped towards the car and jumped in. His father stopped pretending he wasn't listening and asked him if was ready to go. He bid Lars and good night with a promise to catch up on the weekend.

The two Hales rode in silence through the night until they arrived back home. There, Caleb noticed all the cars parked outside his house and frowned.

"Dad, what's with all the traffic?"

Dad just remained silent and left the van, heading up to the house. Caleb hurried after. They reached the porch but the door sprang open before either of them could open it. He was left blinking in surprise.

"You're home!" Lillian Hale exclaimed, her eyes wide and tearing up. She seized Caleb's shoulder and pulled him into the warmth of the house. The rest of his family was there. Not just his immediate family either. His uncles and aunties. His nephews and nieces tugged at his pants, pulling him into their midst, asking him what it was like to have met Feral Steel and if was going to be a superhero now. Balloons and streamers were everywhere. Loud party noises blared out and confetti was thrown down from the second floor. Big banner was hung just over the stairs with the words 'Welcome Back Caleb' written across it in big red letters.

Dad seized his shoulder, grinning broadly. "Glad to have you back, son."

Before he could thank his father, Leon crashed into him, catching him in a headlock and driving his knuckles into Caleb's hair. "Ah-ahaha!" laughed his brother. "Bet ya wish you were that buff hyena again, dontcha!?" Then the torment stopped and his brother genuinely hugged him, something surprising from Leon.

The moment didn't last though.

Leon pushed him forward into the waiting arms of Abby who held him tightly while Arthur stood by and smiled.

"Oooh! It's so good to have you back, Cale!" she exclaimed. "You _stank_as a hyena!"

He flicked an ear at her. "Wait... You saw me?"

Abby pushed him out at arm's length, stunned. "Don't you remember? We saw you at the hospital."

"You did?" he asked, puzzled and a little frightened as well.

"The Elemental Tower Hospital, silly," she laughed. "That's where you were kept with the other football players. Remember? You were in the same ward as that Alex Connery kid. Both of you were huge and wouldn't stop..."

Her voice trailed off. The sounds of celebration died down a little.

Caleb just shook his head. "Sorry... Everything about that was a bit of a -"

He never got to finish as two of his cousins pulling him away and asked him how it felt to 'hulk out' like that and if he can transform back and forth now. For a second, he wondered what it would be like to suddenly claim that he _had_obtained superpowers. What if he told his entire family that because of his experiences with Gnoll, he now could change anything he touched into a weapon?

The thought was rejected. There were too many lies in the world already and a fair share of them was in his life alone. He had no intention of complicating things even more.

He was just happy to be home.

Though he would never be the same, he was home.

*****

Lewis 'Madman' Sanchez hadn't been taken to be cured like the rest of the hyenas. No, the higher ups had more in plan for him. He was to be analysed so that they could discern how the Gene Stealers had turned normal people into massive, laughing maniacs with baseline superpowers. They weren't scared if they broke the guy's mind because in their opinion, Madman was already psychotic.

But for Bren, that was inhumane.

"You know you're going to get into trouble for this, right?" Mary asked.

"Probably," answered Bren as he swiped his card. The containment cell where Madman was being kept opened. The containment field faded and the huge hyena looked up.

A maniacal grin crossed Madman's features.

"Come to ride the one way trip to the happiest place on Earth?" rumbled the hyena.

Bren clasped his paws behind his back. "No. Come to offer you an out. Come work for us. Help us defeat the Gene Stealers. You can stay as you are but we'll need you to wear this." Bren held out a collar. "It will nullify your transformative powers."

"And why the hell would I want to do that?" Madman inclined his head to the side, looking more insane than ever. "You know I could crush your skulls right now if I wanted, right?" His eyes went to Mary. "Even you, little girl. You're no match for me. Not even that kid could stand up against me. And you know after he's tasted what it's like to be one of us, he wants it more. He wants to be one of us. You can smell it on him."

"Caleb is not like that," Mary responded. "He's a fighter. He will fight these dark impulses you've put into him."

"It ain't us that put these 'impulses' in him, kiddo." Madman rose, having to hunch down in the long, pure white room. Bren was surprised that the white of the room was not caused by an excess of semen. It was just made to be pure white. "Those feelings were there all along. In his subconscious. We just made him release them. Judging by what he turned into, I bet he wants to be strong. And he wants to fuck."

Mary tightened her fists but Bren placed a paw over them, calming her.

"Your choice is to either take the collar and spy for us against the Gene Stealers or be dissected by the FBI scientists. You will die or undergo such gruesome torture that when you come out of it, you wouldn't be called human. Let alone 'hyena'."

Madman snarled. "You think my fate with the Gene Stealers would be any better if they found out? You know Gnoll was a fluke, right? They tested out the hyena strain on dozens of people all over the world. But only _Outsiders_react to the transformation. Only they can become an Original. Do you know what happens to the rest that fail?"

Neither Mary nor Bren replied.

"They turn into these fucking blobs of mutated flesh that don't even have a brain! They're dead but at the same time, alive. Shark Tamer keeps them as experiments. You think I want to turn out like that!?" Madman straightened and rolled his shoulders, the bones cracking ominously. "I'll take my chances."

"I'm sad to hear that," Bren said, taking a step back. "Good luck, Lewis."

"It's Madman, stripes. And since you were kind enough to open the door for me -"

Mary's eyes widened as Madman rushed forward with supernatural speed. The hyena was upon her before she could bring up her fists.

WHAM!

The hyena was suddenly flung back with an immense invisible force, slamming him hard against the far wall. Mary blinked as that same force kept him there, suspended in midair and unable to move.

Her eyes turned towards her handler. "Bren... did you...?"

"Nope." Bren hiked a thumb over his shoulder. "He did."

Mary turned and instantly felt her blood go stone cold.

Behind her was what she could only describe as a 'dark angel'. The wolf was tall, seven feet as per the norm and heavily muscled. He wore a long, blue open coat trimmed with gold. Beneath were just black pants and a black shirt that matched his jet-black fur. His eyes were... His eyes were pure white save for the little dots that served as his pupils. From the wolf's back sprouted two, brilliant bursts of blue-white energy that served as wings.

"Who...?" she began.

"Mary," Bren said, stepping back away from the figure. "I'd like you to meet Arcturus, the Hound of Death."

"The what of the what?"

The white-eyed wolf stepped forward. The eerie colouration of his eyes faded, his irises becoming jet black.

"Do you recall," the wolf said in a deep rumble, "how a few centuries ago, when furs first emerged into the world, there was a dimensional rift that opened that led to an invasion of anti-fur aliens?"

Mary tapped her chin thoughtfully. Madman was released from whatever grip was holding him back and fell to the ground. Bren reactivated the containment field. "I think so... The Maard Invasion, right?"

"Correct. During that time, humans did not wish to help the furs and furs consequently prayed and hoped for a miracle. However, from that same dimensional rift, cosmic forces favouring furs followed the Maard. One of them was the Shi-Lazar, God of Life in the other dimension. He brought with him his two Hounds, the Hound of Death and the Hound of Destruction."

Arcturus pressed a paw against his chest. "I am the Hound of Death."

"You're a god!?" Mary exclaimed, leaping back in surprise.

"Demi-god by your mortal understanding," corrected the Hound. "And it is my role to take the souls of dead furs to the afterlife for Shi-Lazar to judge. My counterpart, the Hound of Destruction, causes the devastation that takes lives."

"Isn't that a little racist?" Mary asked. "No offense. And what happened to this world's existing gods? If there are any? Were they okay with you moving in?"

"No. They were quite glad that we could take the furs off their hands. It would be less politics they would have to deal with in their afterlife. " Arcturus raise a paw. "Before you ask, I am not telling you what to believe in or which gods exist and do not. Further, the reason why our religion is not publicly known is because we prefer it that way. If a mortal were to be judged based on their actions that were tainted with the promise of an afterlife, then they aren't truly being honest and genuine are they? They are just acting with an ulterior motive."

Mary opened her mouth to say something but then stopped and stared at Bren.

"I'm alive and I don't die, remember?" Bren responded. "Artcurus came to ask why at one stage. We had a beer and became friends ever since. He likes to help the FBI here and there. He sees dead people."

"And makes them," Arcturus said, stepping through the containment field into Madman's cell. "Now then, Lewis Sanchez... What say we get this interrogation underway? We have much to discuss."

Bren gripped Mary's shoulder and turned her around. The heavy steel doors that had barred them from Madman's cell began to close. "You don't want to be around when Arcturus works. He's not very... kid friendly."

Mary glanced over her shoulder again. "He's really a god?"

"Demi-god."

*****

The Hale Clan celebrated through the night. Lillian Hale had prepared a feast just for the occasion. She later revealed that it was mostly due to members of the family bringing something to the table. They had more food than they had room in the fridge and had to make little takeaway packages for each of the guests. It touched Caleb that each of his family members wouldn't just come to his welcome back party but also took the time to prepare something to bring.

They all huddled around the television as Feral Steel gave his statement about the cure being distributed worldwide and vaccinations being offered. A few of the men in the family gave Caleb some hearty jibes at that. Some jokes about him making a better hyena than a wolf and how they could use a huge hyena on the football field. The recently transformed were already back in the arms of their families ended all awkardness. A montage of tearful reunions were shown. A few Hales asked why Caleb wasn't shown there and he just muttered that he wasn't famous enough.

It was midnight when the last family member left, welcoming Caleb back before leaving.

Caleb made to help clean up but his mother took his paw gently.

"You can go to bed, sweetie," she said softly. "You've had a rough experience." Her eyes watered up and then she immediately took him in another tight embrace. "My baby boy..." she whimpered softly. "I'm so glad you're okay..."

Paralysed by her emotion, he could only hold her back and shut his eyes. The hyena was a tempting offer, those memories would never fade away and he'd always remember how good it felt to be that powerful but when he had so many people waiting for him, waiting for_the_ Caleb Hale and not the hyena, he couldn't take that path. He just couldn't.

"I'm back, mom," he sobbed softly, unable to fight the tears welling up in his eyes. "I'm back."

Lillian Hale held her son for a little longer before they were interrupted by a short cough. She angled her head aside and smiled, turning her son gently towards the door to the kitchen. He was pushed lightly towards the stairs.

From there, Caleb retreated to his room. His mother reminded him about his claws on the floorboards but decided to let him have this one night. He smiled at her but still went down, plucked his sandals from where they rested and went back upstairs.

Lance was waiting for him in his room, examining what appeared to be a toy figurine.

"So... Is this a weapon of mass destruction?" he asked.

"No. That's just a collectible." Caleb sighed and collapsed onto his bed. "How long have you got before Bren officially wipes your memory?"

"None, actually," Lance replied with a shaky grin. "He offered me a job."

Caleb jumped lightly. "What? Really? Doing what?"

"Helping around the Facility. He said I shouldn't be out on the field but helping running interference between you and the rest of the family. That, and apparently since Alex got off from having his memory wiped, it was only fair that I do too." He sat down next to Caleb grinning. "You'll be seeing a lot more of me from now on, bro."

He had feared from the start that Lance would have his memory wiped after the events against Gnoll but not only was that not happening but he would get to work with him! Lance probably wouldn't get paid as much as him but it would be better than his job at the warehouse!

"This is fantastic!" he exclaimed, throwing his arms around Lance's shoulders. "Holy shit! You know what this means!? We're going to be working together!"

Lance laughed and held him tightly, their warm bodies pressing against one another. "I'm just so glad that you're safe, Caleb. I mean, I know you'll be rushing headlong into danger again but at least this time, I'll be right by your side. And hey..." He pushed Caleb away slightly. "Who knows? I might fall into a vat of mutagenic goo and gain superpowers of my own!"

"What and give mom a heart attack? Come on, she nearly broke down when I turned. How do you think she'll react when you tell her something like that?"

His big brother shrugged. "Yeah, I guess you're right." A playful twinkle entered Lance's eyes. Two of his fingers walked up Caleb's thigh lightly. "So... what do you say we celebrate our newfound partnership?"

Caleb suddenly snapped his fingers. "Oh! That reminds me!" He reached into his pocket and pulled out dark blue, velvet case. "I got this for you."

Lance frowned as he picked up the case. "Huh? Cale, you shouldn't have."

"Open it."

His brother shrugged and gently prised the case open. The moment his eyes settled on the prize inside, Lance's ears flicked back and his lower lip quivered in unbridled emotion. "Oh Cale... you really shouldn't have!"

He pulled out a thick silver chain made to be a necklace but hanging on it was a simple, silver ring.

"It's a genuine replica of the ring from that movie you love, Capital Punishment," Caleb said, beaming brightly. "If I remember correctly..."

"Sergeant Ellis, the tough as nails gay man hiding in the extremely homophobic military wore this around his neck. He was super macho and he wore this around his neck to 'keep himself straight'. In reality, his boyfriend Oliver, would dress up as a woman to meet him and they had a code. If Ellis didn't touch the necklace, it meant that he couldn't talk and Oliver was at risk of discovery. If he tugged at the chain it meant that it was safe to talk. But if he rubbed the ring, it meant that they couldn't talk but that he loved Oliver."

His eyes lifted to meet Caleb's. "Cale, that movie is ten years old. They don't make this anymore. How did you manage to get this?"

Feeling rather proud of himself, Caleb shrugged and said, "Well, the Alpha Pack are our allies now and I happen to know their filth rich. While I was being 'contained' I asked Ben if he knew something from the movie I could give to you. As thanks for sticking with me despite me turning into a horny hyena. He called a few favours and... well... Thanks for staying with me Lance."

Lance pursed his lips fighting back tears as he turned around and unclasped the chain. Caleb took the hint and helped him put it on. It looked really good against his big brother's thick neck and dark fur. It wasn't so tight that it became a choker but instead rested about an inch or two down Lance's pecs, drawing eyes to those spectacular mounds.

Caleb wrapped his arms around Lance's waist, pressing his muzzle against the crook of his brother's neck. He took a good, long whiff of Lance's scent, committing it to memory. In response, Lance let out a soft humming and turned his muzzle. Their eyes met, muzzled just an inch from one another. Their lips met, tentative and cautious just like the first time they had kissed.

It was hard to believe that it had only been a few weeks since that fateful night but here they were.

As Caleb fell onto the bed beside his brother, removing his own clothing while tearing away at Lance's, he couldn't help but reflect on what had led to this moment.

His birthday party which had not only revealed Ben as Blood Wolf but Lars as Firebrand followed by the reveal that he and Mary were FBI agents working against a team of supervillain bent on mental and physical identity rape.

That same night, Lance had kissed him.

His world spiralled out of control as he struggled to keep his personal life stable along with the complexities of his super alter ego. The appearance of Gnoll and his hyenas complicated matters.

The attack at the baseball park then the iron factory.

It was funny that a moment of desperation, a desire to achieve something_due to series of _almost successes led him into his brother's arms. That night that they spent together followed by the nights after were... They were just magical.

Even as he lost his grip on his personality and became a raving hyena or learned that he had been adopted, Lance was the constant. He sat there outside of his cell and waited for him.

More than ever, he knew where he stood with his brother.

They lay next to each other, lips locked, muscular bodies bare and grinding against one another. Caleb grunted, his sensitive cock brushing against Lance's rock hard abs. His brother eyed his member with a spark of jealously.

"Shit bro... Did you grow?"

The younger wolf blushed, gripping both of their cocks and pressing them against one another. This time, his member was about an inch longer and a little thicker than his brother's. "Guess that hyena thing did something good for me after all."

"I'll love you whatever shape or form you take," Lance cooed. "I love you, Caleb. More than anything or anyone else. I love you." Lance bit his lower lip and glanced away. "And... And I hope you love me back."

"Of course I do."

Lance pushed him away slightly and rolled onto his belly, lifting his tail and revealing his firm, bubble butt. "Then show me. I want you to tie with me and... and I want you to give me a mating bite."

Caleb froze. Tying with his brother in a non-missionary-style position... and giving him a mating bite. He could sense Lance didn't want the few licks that would make it all moot too. It was not just sex. This was sex between lovers.

He didn't hesitate.

Caleb climbed onto his brother's back, sliding his cock teasing down the crease those two firm mounds made. Pre leaked out of the tip of his member, soaking the fur and making Lance moan. His brother positioned himself, rising on his paws and knees with his cock bouncing against his abdomen. Caleb reached around and gripped the piece of meat, licking his lips at the volcanic touch of its pulsating flesh against his paw pads.

He ran his paws up and down Lance's length, making his big brother moan and leak pre uncontrollably. All the while, Caleb used his other paw to catch the clear fluids his brother was making. Lance was into too much ecstasy to notice but when Caleb though he had enough, he pulled his slick paw away and ran the fluids up and down his cock. He shuddered at as his brother's precum washed over his member.

Gently, he angled his cock into Lance's ass, pressing into the crevasse and biting back a moan as he felt the tip slide slowly into Lance's rear. He felt resistance almost immediately and grunted, pulling out to build momentum before shoving himself deeper. Lance arched his back, letting out a sharp 'ah'. His cock twitched, squirting more pre onto Caleb's paw.

No longer needing the guidance, Caleb used his free paw to wrap slowly around Lance's chest. He found Lance's hard nipples and brushed them tentatively with his fingers. The huge wolf beneath him shuddered, letting out a soft whimper. Curious, Caleb pinched one hard nub of flesh between his thumb and forefinger, giving it the faintest tweak.

"Oooooh fuck..." Lance moanced, throwing his head back. "Shit..."

Grinning, Caleb leaned down and ran his tongue up Lance's back, his hips bucking lightly. With every thrust, he pushed himself deeper and deeper into his brother. Every lick moved slowly up Lance's back, travelling up his brother's broad, thick lats and the delectable traps. Lance was bucking into his paw, making rising noises and grunting loudly. He gave Lance's nipple another twist.

"Aaaah!" Lance growled. "Oh fuck! Yeah... Harder, Cale... Harder!"

Caleb grinned, enjoying this wild side of his brother. He shoved himself deeper into Lance, finding firmer resistance as his cock reached the halfway point. More of himself needed to be in Lance and he pulled back, giving another hard thrust that sent Lance's body quaking and shuddering in pleasure. At exactly the same moment, he twisted Lance's nipple, nice and hard.

"FUCK!" Lance shouted. "Oh fuck!"

Lance's entire body began shaking in pure pleasure, the shaking all over his body akin to convulsing. The simulation coaxed more and more blood into Caleb's cock and he felt his knot starting to form. He needed to feel his brother's need, that pleasure rippling through his entire body. Lance squeezed down on his cock and he let out his own loud moan, his own lust driving him further and further into his brother.

The last few inches of his cock pushed up against Lance's ass, leaving his knot. Caleb growled as he thrust forward and felt Lance's as stretch to accommodate. Both of them let out rising moans. Lance's as widened, drawing more and more of his knot in. As inch by inch moved into that goal, Caleb felt himself growing more and more complete. This was where he belonged, with his family and no hormonal or massive body would ever change that.

He never felt so close to his brother as the moment that his knot slipped completely into Lance's ass. They both let out a gasp, panting softly at the monumental feat. Caleb was able to nuzzle Lance's cheek, coaxing his brother into a tender, loving kiss.

"Fuck me hard," Lance growled.

Caleb grinned. "You asked for it." He pulled back as far as his knot would allow, making Lance moan. Then he thrust forward with double the strength. Lance let out a shuddering moan, his entire body quaking once more.

Caleb worked himself into a rhythm, thrusting, grinding and ploughing into his brother, one paw on Lance's cock and the other around an abused nipple. All the while, Lance's entire body gyrated, shuddered and convulsed with the pace Caleb set. Their crescendo grew and grew, sweat dripping down onto Caleb's sheets. Lance's claws tore the fabric as he threw his head back and let out an ear-splitting howl.

For a second, Caleb thought his brother had orgasmed. Lance's eyes were glazed and his tongue was hanging out in a typical canine afterglow expression. Yet no stick, warm fluids squirted onto Caleb's paws. Instead, a strange groaning noise emerged from Lance's body.

"Lance...?" he asked. "Lance!?"

"Oooh fuck!" Lance cried. "I'm cumming again!? FUCK!"

"What? But -"

He never got to finish. Lance suddenly threw his head back and let out another howl, this one deeper, louder and reverberating deep in Caleb's very soul. Lance's entire body shook and shuddered, shaking wildly. With Caleb deep inside him, the sensation was unbelievable. Lance's ass squeezed on his cock, making him moan. It felt like something was... moving inside Lance like his muscles and insides were... shifting.

Unbeknownst to him, Lance's entire body was undergoing a dramatic change. The older wolf's feet began to pump with new strength and muscle, destined to carry the immense weight of his improved body. Bones snapped and cracked, bringing a moment of pain through Lance's body before it was abruptly replaced with the warmth of another orgasm that sent him reeling. His feet went from one of the biggest shoe sizes for a wolf to something that could not be contained without specially crafted help.

The pain rippled down his calves as they grew rapidly, stretching farther and pressing his enormous toes against the footrest of Caleb's bed. The muscles gurgled loudly before exploding with new mass. The growth rolled immediately up to his thighs. The already rock-hard muscles there expanded and blew out, surging outwards and making Caleb yelp as they became too wide for him to cradle his brother's waist. The growth shot his feet past Caleb's footrest, the sudden explosion of mass shattering_the footrest with a thunderous _crack!

Before Caleb could protest, the change rippled up his brother's ass. Those huge bubble buns grew to monstrous proportions, bypassing Caleb's waist. Lance's insides intensified in their undulating, rolling up and down Caleb's cock like a multitude of paws squeezing and holding him tight. Lance sat up suddenly, flexing his arms and letting out a monstrous, thunderous roar that shook the entire house. Caleb's cock shook and let out a squirt of cum but as Lance grew, so did his ass. Caleb's cock plopped out pathetically out of his brother's gargantuan form.

Lance's balls dropped as they grew to coconut sizes and his cock surged outwards, pushing Caleb's paw away with the sudden growth. Lance's back snapped and cracked, forcing the huge wolf to double over and snap back multiple times as his body surged upwards. Caleb watched in a mix of horror and fascination as his brother's body widened, grew stronger and bigger. Already chiselled muscles grew to monumental sizes that would have made any hyena cower in fear.

Then, Lance tilted his body to the right, catching himself on his _enormous_right paw. His entire arm surged upwards, exploding with new mass and length that threw him back toward his left side. He was forced to roll of the bed, crashing to the ground as his entire form convulsed and grew. Caleb got a front seat view of Lance's abdominal muscles widening and growing to fit his new twelve foot height. Pecs that had already been intimidating ballooned out to Lance's ecstasy-filled cries.

"Awwww FUCK!"

Lance's his bucked. Caleb's jaw dropped when another big, black, fleshy point began emerging from his brother's enormous sheath. That point slipped out, rising on top of his original cock, growing in length until it reached its brother's length, a second fourteen inch, vascular monster that was simply dripping precum.

Lance suddenly rolled onto his stomach again, his huge paws seizing his equally massive cocks as -

Crrrack!

Caleb shrank back in horror as two mounds exploded out from Lance's back, just at his shoulder. These mounds grew, stretched and developed bone. Five digits grew at their edges, pushing black claws out while leathery pads accompanied the shape of a paw. Veiny forearms followed and then a huge upper arm that matched Lance's already massive frame. These new limbs slammed against the ground and with a titanic cry -

"FUUUUUUUUUCK!"

Lance threw himself back on his new limbs, arching his back as his twin cocks exploded. A fire hose effectively went wild in Caleb's room as the twin monsters shot thick ropes of cum filled with Lance's scent all over Caleb's wall. Posters of videogame characters, football players and even books were instantly soaked, the thick wads shooting out with enough force to knock down one of his figurines.

Lance shuddered, his entire body quivering and his eyes glazed in pleasure.

Strangely, the monster before Caleb still had the silver necklace and ring tied tightly around his neck... like a silver choker or collar.

WHAM!

The door to his room suddenly burst open.

Leon was leading the charge, his eyes wide open in fear. Caleb glanced at himself and quickly pulled the sheets to cover his nudity. His father and mother were behind Leon with Abby not too far behind.

"What the hell is this!?" Leon cried. "Lance?"

Hearing his twin's voice, Lance blinked a couple of times and gazed at the door. "Uuuuuuh..." he moaned softly.

"Holy crap! It finally happened!"

Strangely... that cry came from David Hale.

Leon was pushed roughly aside as David scrambled towards Lance, kneeling behind him. David looked like he was in a moment of hero worship as he shamelessly examined Lance even going so far as to fondle his son's balls.

"Daddy?" Abby asked. "What happened? What happened to Lance?"

"Quiet, princess," David said, waving her down with a grin on his face. "Lance, how do you feel son?"

Lance focused on his father. "Uuuh... light-headed... dizzy..."

"Like you can't breathe?" David asked. "Everything is a little too loud and too clear? It feels like your skin is itching and it's like everything feels a weightless?"

Caleb frowned and sat up.

"Yeah..." Lance replied, his brow furrowing. "How do you know?"

David Hale's grin grew broader. "Because, Lance, you awakened your superpowers!"

Caleb's jaw dropped.

"You're a super, Lance!" David exclaimed, spreading his arms wide. "And _what_a super you are too! I never expected your powers to manifest like this!"

"Wait," Caleb interrupted. "You knew this would happen? How?"

David Hale stood up, folding his arms across his chest with a massive grin on his face. "Simple. The children of supers have a high chance of developing superpowers too. I kind of lost hope when you kids didn't develop any after your reached puberty but now, whooo! Wait until I tell the other guys at the Tower!"

"Tower...?" Caleb murmured. His eyes widened in horror. "Dad... are you...?"

"Yup! I'm a member of the Elemental Alliance!" He hiked a thumb at his chest. "Not just any member either. I'm their leader!

"I'm Feral Steel!"

My Life is Super

End of Issue 1