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Musk of the Worcs Written by Leo_Todrius Commissioned by Shiftshaper

The hot summer's day had lost none of its edge as the sun continued to set, painting long streaks of purple and orange across the sky, the sun itself resolved as a burning line of light on the horizon. Cars moved up and down the block, struggling to find parking outside the crowded venue, an entire hall of the fair grounds turned into a party spot for the end of an age. Music spilled out of every door, turned up to the maximum volume while the lights had been dimmed almost to pitch darkness.

More light spilled into the building as doors to the outside opened, casting across the shoulders of Patrick and his pack. The muscle bound man strode in with purpose and dedication. His tattooed arms seemed out of place in a gathering of the young, covered from wrist to shoulder with flames and wolf heads made of fire. His mouth was surrounded by a thick goatee and his hair was buzzed short to keep with his day job as a doctor.

Patrick's pack stood behind him, a veritable army of biker punks of all ages. They were covered in leather and denim, piercings glinting in the light, tattoos marking their skin. There were men older and more experienced than Patrick and teenagers barely allowed to come to the prom themselves. One teenager stood by Patrick's side, hot breath blowing back and forth over round, thick lips. His red hair had grown wild, his face covered with a beard far thicker than he should have been able to grow. He had once been a skater, an innocent teenager, but the bite and cock of a wolf had made him into something new, an omega.

"We have to find them before they cause too much trouble. Whatever they've become, we can't let it spread. Their scents are strange, but they should be easy to track down. Salt, sandalwood, ammonia. Head out in pairs, if you find them, report back at once." Patrick ordered.

"What about the security guards and the chaperones?" Zach asked, one of Patrick's newer recruits. Patrick glanced back at his co-worker.

"The security guards are on orders to let us pass, I have a lot of sway with their boss. The chaperones, though, are from the school. Try to stay out of sight." Patrick said. The wolves nodded and started to fan out, moving through the back hallways of the building. As they sniffed the air, their ears stretched slightly into points and their teeth got sharper, relying on their natural instincts to do their master's bidding. Patrick stood there for a long moment, still trying to come to grips with it all, with what Alex had said.

He couldn't blame Alex for how he felt... His step brother had been a jack of all trades, good at everything but not great at anything. He didn't stand out, he wasn't famous or infamous. He'd been lonely, a fact made even worse by their parents' spotty records and his busy life. Patrick had been trying to keep his brothers safe, living by day as a doctor and by night as a pack leader. Now he wondered if he had simply turned his brothers, if things would have turned out differently... and now that was his only hope, to turn his brothers and keep them in line.

"Come on red, we have-" Patrick stopped dead, looking around. He had turned the skater on impulse, showing no restraint. The irresponsible act had overwritten the skater's memories and personality completely, leaving him a blank slate. Patrick had taken him on as his responsibility and so far Red had stuck with him, it had only been natural that when they split up into pairs that he stay with the alpha... Only now he was missing in a prom full of teenagers.

****

The dance floor was crowded and hot, bodies moving together and apart, spectators waiting on the sidelines. It was a mad house, a happy and crazed mad house of organized celebration. Lawrence Hall had worked perfectly for holding all the high school seniors, though the labyrinth of side corridors had proven an unexpected flaw in the organizer's plan. Teenagers found it easy to slip away from the prying eyes of chaperones, indulging in their pheromone induced euphoria, feeling the need to bond with their dates. There were murmurs of boys and girls throughout the building, accompanied by the wet sound of kissing, but it wasn't just an act that heterosexual couples engaged in. Off near the north east corner of the building, one of the most well known senior couples had slipped away for some private time.

Avery and Victor had been openly gay since their freshman year despite the urgings of their parents to keep a lower profile so the bullies didn't take advantage... but both young men had pulled through it all. Despite being gay, they weren't afraid to defend themselves and remain who they were. Their confidence was infectious and they had won best couple in the yearbook. Both students were dressed in amazing suits of the finest linen, Avery wearing all black matching undershirt, tie and suit to contrast his blond hair while Victor had added a splash of color with blue to offset his black hair.

The two stood in a corner, their hands pawing at each other, loosening ties and undoing buttons. Avery worked at Victor's pants, bringing the fly down before his hand slid in, working up and down over his underwear, feeling the bulge there. Victor moaned, pulling Avery's tie half off, a hand moving to trace through his boyfriend's gelled hair, messing it up. The two kissed heatedly, their lips locking and embracing as tongues swapped saliva, unaware at first that they were being watched.

Red stood a few feet away, panting softly, his fangs growing sharper, his eyes gleaming yellow. He looked quite strange in many ways. His red hair was luxurious and long, coming down in a mane to his shoulders. His face was still young, looking to be eighteen at most, his skin fair and freckled, but his beard was dense and thick, covering his cheeks and surrounding his mouth in a bushy lumberjack mass. A wet spot was forming in his pants as he watched the teenagers going at it. For several moments the teens were unaware of an observer, but as Victor tipped his head back to moan, he spotted the stranger and gasped. Avery looked up with a start, his face soon setting into one of anger at being spied on.

"What the hell do you want?" Avery snapped, trying to shield his boyfriend's junk from the spectator. Red licked his lips.

"I want to help." Red replied.

"Help? Help... make out?" Victor asked in surprise. Red grinned slowly and nodded, moving forward. Avery and Victor were stunned, but as Red approached, he leaned in and began kissing Avery first. Avery was caught off guard, the blond's defenses dropping. He tasted the sweet saliva, felt the plump lips and the exploring tongue. Just as Victor started to get jealous, Red broke the kiss with Avery and moved to him, kissing the taller teen.

What had been a heated and intimate moment had quickly become a far more erotic one. The hesitation and doubt of the boyfriends melted away as Red effectively showered them both with attention. Victor had only ever had clean shaven boyfriends and felt the feel of such a thick beard against his face different, but he soon groaned even more as he felt a second hand slide into the fly of his pants.

Two hands worked at his concealed bulge, working the cotton covered cock, pumping it and stroking it. The tent was sliding out of the fly, but Red had an advantage. His claws grew into points and he cut through the material. The cotton snapped and soon Victor's cock was exposed for both men to see and feel and touch. Avery said nothing, letting out a moan as Red came back to focus on him, kissing his lips, his neck, nuzzling his shoulder.

With Red focused on other regions, Avery brought his lips back to Victor's, kissing his boyfriend with heightened lust. Avery felt so confident in his own love, in the romance they shared that they could draw in others to help with the worship like moths to a flame. He sucked on Victor's lower lip in the way he knew drove his boyfriend mad, feeling Red kiss and lick his own neck, but nothing prepared him for what was to come next.

Red was operating off of instinct, his natural drives directing every moment. He had been turned into a gay, sex crazed werewolf by Patrick and he had found his first outlet. There was only one problem, the mates he had found were not wolves... At least not yet. Red's fangs grew in his mouth, his ears stretched to points and his eyes gleamed a brighter shade of amber. He licked and slurped at Avery's neck before he came down, sinking his fangs into the teen's neck.

Avery gasped out at that, but Victor took that as a cue to return the favor. He kissed Avery wildly and started working at his boyfriend's suit, tugging on his fly, moving to hump and grind against Avery as he kissed him and Red worked on his neck, having no idea that a new virus was swarming into Avery's blood, rewriting his cells, asserting their dominance.

Avery felt pain and pleasure, shock and fear and lust and love. He felt hot and cold, then just hot. His heart was racing, pumping the blood faster. Perhaps that led to such a quick spread, or being so turned on. Whatever it was, Avery's mind blazed with compulsions, instincts and drives. His pristine white teeth started to grow sharper in his mouth, his pierced ears stretched upward into points and his perfectly set blond hair started to grow longer and less well maintained. Avery's sharpening fangs continued to grow in and his blue eyes began to shift, turning green and then yellow... But it was impossible to see in the dim light.

The fever raged through Avery's body and mind. The blond hair on his arms grew thicker, concealed beneath the suit as they lost pigment and turned an icy white... but Avery couldn't be held back. Red licked at the bite wound as it healed up and closed, but Avery was already moving to his next target. He slowly leaned down and then knelt before Victor, reaching up to stroke and fondle his cock. Avery's fingernails stretched out into points, turning from white to brown to black claws as he leaned in. Soon he was licking and lapping at Victor's exposed cock.

Victor panted and groaned, his hand moving to tangle in Avery's suspiciously long blond hair, so turned on. He would have been crazed with lust if their make out session had led to that in any way, but the fact that there was a stranger there too, helping them along was so hot. With Avery so occupied, Red circled around behind victor. He reached up his shirt and fondled his muscles, leaned in to sniff at his neck and his pit. Red wasn't too enthused with his natural musk quite yet, but all it would take to change would be one bite. Red lost more of his control, his muscles bulging as the red hair on his arms and legs became fur. His beard spread out down his throat and across his chest and his hair grew longer. Soon bones popped and shifted, his jaw stretching out into a muzzle.

The clothes Red had been given grew tight, spread across his growing torso. His muzzle was fully in place, his ears rising to the top of his head, a long and bushy tail springing out of his pants. He moved in and latched his maw onto Victor's neck, biting down.

Victor let out a shocked wail that became a moan, his head lolling back. He couldn't move from all the pleasure. He had his boyfriend on his cock and a stranger on his neck. He could feel the fangs in his flesh, but strangely it didn't hurt. He stood there, panting softly. Each breath in and out of his mouth passed over sharpening teeth, a widening tongue and blasted through thickening nostrils.

Victor groaned, feeling the fever fill him. The change was happening so fast, the last of his baby fat melting away, his muscles refining. The cock that Avery sucked on started to plump and swell, growing out longer in surges, thickening as well. With each lick and slurp from Avery's growing, extending face, the cock seemed to grow redder, the mushroom shaped head tapering to a point, the base swelling like half tennis balls. Victor was feeling his first knot, his first rut, being swept away in it all.

More bones popped and shifted, white and black and red fur growing out. The suits were stretched to their limit and started to tear as fuzzy shoulders peeked out. Long tails emerged form beneath cummerbunds and all three men couldn't stop themselves from going at it. They were wild, they were animal, they were wolves... and the scent was not lost on Alex. Violet eyes peered at the three wolves curiously, a hand moving back and forth over a club sized green cock.

Alex had been surprised how good his nose had been. He'd smelled the oaky, peaty scent of the wolves arrive at the prom. He'd sent his army of orcs through the shadows to investigate, and it seemed he had found his first set. He knew Patrick could be around any corner, but even more he felt a pang of jealousy. He had come to the prom to 'make' new friends, to turn them into orcs, only to find that the wolves were beating him to it. There was no other choice, it was time to test his theory.

Alex kept silent despite his desire to grunt and groan and moan. He worked his cock, fondled his grapefruit sized balls and focused on how sexy he felt. His body was immense, as tall as a giant and as muscle bound as a god. His hair was black with a green sheen, his skin darker than jade. A black beard framed his face and his muscles quivered with their own strength. Alex panted, moaned, and then released before the moan could startle his prey.

A thick torrent of lime green semen arched out, potent and masculine in its scent. The seed hit Victor first as he was the most exposed, soaking into his hair, dribbling down his neck over the mostly healed bite wound... and from there it started.

Victor's moans grew louder, his voice cracking and dropping. His body began to ripple like pudding before the muscles began expanding. Victor's breath grew more and more ragged through his forming muzzle, but his black leathery lips started to pull back near the back of his jaw as a throbbing filled his face. The throbbing came from a pair of his molars that began to reshape, the dentin and calcium softening before oozing outward, reshaping and reforming. The teeth angled outward and forward, emerging to follow the slope of his lycan muzzle like boar fangs, but the muzzle wasn't just changing their. His lower jaw jutted out forward, his lower canines swelling.

The black fur dominating the new wolf started to take a green sheen on to it as tusks lifted up from his lower muzzle. His pointed wolf ears on the top of his head started to fatten up and round a little, looking more tear drop shaped as the wet black nose of the wolf grew larger, almost seeming vaguely pig like... and as the changes soaked in, the line between wolf and orc blurred suddenly.

The sound of tearing came from all over his suit as Victor's body lost the battle. His ripped, muscled stomach had started to swell, rounding outward into a growing belly. His pecs grew thicker and his nipples larger, his shape softening with the presence of fat as well as muscle. His spine stretched, his legs grew and Victor pushed out to six foot tall, then six foot two, then six five... and it was all finally too much.

Victor's tainted body unleashed its seed, the musky yellow wolf cum quickly tingeing green. It was remarkable how fast the change had taken place, but his body had been in the midst of a metamorphosis already. The bite of the wolf, the cum of the orc, it all mixed together... and now that tainted hybrid seed was filling Avery's maw. Soon tusks lifted form his lower jaw like guardrails around the cock he sucked off of, longer boar tusks framing his fuzzy, furry face. His ears widened, his nose fattened and his spine grew. While victor had gotten rather fat from the change, Avery remained rather fit, a contrast to his boyfriend.

Alex felt so leased with himself, grinning in delight. He watched the two change and morph into hybrids, still obsessed with sex... but then a worried thought plagued his mind. There had been three before. He turned slowly, coming face to face with a growling, snarling red furry wolf. The wolf had his claws out, bore his fangs and was ready to fight. Alex slowly backed up, lifting both his hands as a sign that he meant no harm. Red still snarled and advanced, looking almost as much fox as he did wolf. Even as an omega, he felt the power of the lycan ready to snap inside him. He advanced forward again, step by step, ready to strike... but then Red stopped, confused by a warm, wet feeling on his chest.

The wolf looked down to see a stream of greenish yellow liquid splattering into his chest fur. Red followed the arch back up through the air to the orc standing before him. Red was furious. The orc was pissing on him! Red snarled and lunged at the orc, but Alex grabbed Red's head and brought it forward forcibly, bringing it to his chest. Fred gnashed his fangs and tried to bite, but instead he got a mouth full of fat, plump, juicy man tit. Red tried to bite and soon the nipple unleashed orc milk, thick and pungent.

Red fought it, but each bite and struggle milked more of the juice from Alex's chest. The salty, sandalwood flavor covered his tongue and flowed down his throat. Soon Red's fighting grew more subdued as he drank and slurped at the seed, feeling his tusks grow in and his nose widen. Alex grinned, watching the red wolf become a pig dog of a sort... Just as horny and wild, but with a new sense of directives. It was working... He could turn wolves into wolf orcs, or worcs... It was only a matter of time before he found his brother and brought him into the fold.

****

The prom was in full swing and the refreshments were being consumed at a record pace. Garbage cans filled up with paper cups and plates and messes were dealt with by volunteers. The system was efficient and well run, though in one case it was far too efficient. Extra punch had been made up in the anticipation of running out and the large containers sat in a room behind the dance floor, ready to be swapped out. It would have been a critical mistake under any normal circumstance given the risk of someone spiking the punch with alcohol, but it was even worse as fat green fingers rotated the top and opened the container up, revealing the pink punch inside.

Robbie licked his lips with anticipation, his cock dribbling onto the ground with eager anticipation. The fat orc was all to pleased to carry out the orders of his brother, but he wasn't there to cum into the punch. He was there to give those growing teenagers what they needed most, milk. It just happened to be orc milk. Robbie brought his hands up, running them over his fat, round, plump man breasts. His forest green nipples were wide and distended, the nubs themselves juicy. Robbie drooled a bit into his beard, his tusks glistening in the low light as he started to pinch and tug on his man teats. Before long, green milky juice sprayed out, arching down to land in the punch.

After becoming an orc slut, Robbie had adapted to his new position in life well. He'd become a feeder of the new recruits, making sure the pigs had plenty to drink. This seemed no different, though Robbie knew his punch would awaken a great change in the senior class, unleashing hundreds of new orcs onto the world. Squirt by squirt, Robbie continued to taint the supply, the punch filling up to the brim before overflowing. The pink faded and turned green, the over-sweet juice becoming saltier and more like gatorade.

Robbie's moans grew slightly, but his eyes widened as the door knob to the room started to jiggle and move. Despite his massive weight, Robbie moved with stealth and grace. The door clicked and opened and mister Johnson entered, an English teacher in his mid forties. His black hair was thinning and he had a few extra pounds on him. Johnson moved to grab the next container of punch, stopping in his tracks when he saw it was open. The logistics of the unattended punch hit him and he let out a small groan, realizing what had to have happened.

As the teacher turned to leave, a hand grabbed his head. Johnson was nearly pulled off his feet as he stumbled forward into a hot, tall mass of fat and muscle. Johnson struggled to push back, but Robbie used his strength to bury the teacher's head in his man tits. Johnson struggled for air, practically motor boating the fat man boobs before a nipple grazed back and forth over his lips, leaking its infectious syrup. Johnson's eyes widened in shock at the flavor and that shock made his muscles relax just a bit.

Robbie stuffed Johnson's face onto his man tit and began pushing his head back and forth. The nipple slid in and out of his lips like a cock and began to gush out with its cream. Despite every impulse in his body telling him not to, Johnson began to suck and slurp and drink at it. Before long his inexperienced hands slipped up, rubbing over Robbie's body. With each gulp, the teacher's body started to change and shift. His black hair started to become even sparser, shedding away to reveal a shiny scalp. The scalp turned from its pale cream color to a pale green, then darker.

The few extra pounds that the teacher had started to double and quadruple in amount, his arms thickening and then his chest, his shirt riding up as the new orc's belly started to bloat outwards. The teacher's lower jaw began to extend, growing longer and wider, lips puffing up as two short tusks began to rise from his lower canines. Johnson sucked eagerly, his ears growing to points as his face darkened with stubble. The sound of tearing soon filled the small room as his pants split out and hairy orc ass was revealed to the open air, his feet expanding out of his shoes soon after.

Johnson grunted and sucked greedily, the remnants of his pants swelling as his groin grew and became erect, his shaft stretching from six inches to eight and then twelve. Robbie seemed to be taking great delight in the change, watching the educated man reduced to a slobbering, bald, bearded heathen... yet another for their brood. Robbie's eyes darted up as the door began opening again, preparing to grab another intruder and force feed them into orcdom, but the fat orc gasped softly as it was not another human to enter... but a werewolf.

Patrick strode in on huge paws, his black fur like night itself. His yellow eyes had turned blood red as his nose sniffed the air. Patrick had decided to look for his brothers by using the scent he had smelled in their destroyed home and that scent had led him to Robbie... or who he assumed Robbie to be. Patrick rose up onto his hind paws, his tail flicking, his ears going flat as he looked at the huge, multi-man-boobed orc before him. His brother had to be hundreds of pounds, tall and huge.

"Robbie?" Patrick asked, his voice deep and earthy. Robbie looked his brother over before casting Johnson aside. The new orc stumbled back, panting through his new tusks before he moved over to the punch jug and stuck his head in, gulping it down. Robbie looked at his brother without an obstacle, reaching down to give his green cock a bit of a stroke.

"Alex will be happy I found you, though I think he wants to be the one to see you first." Robbie chuckled.

"Robbie, this isn't you. This isn't how things are supposed to be. I need to get you help. You're turning innocent people, you're ruining lives." Patrick said.

"And what about you? Are you only turning the bad into wolves? People with no other choice?" Robbie asked, sniffing the air before he approached, "I smell spoiled innocence on you. What have you done, brother?" Robbie asked. Patrick bore his fangs and growled.

"What I have done I did for the good of my family, my pack, and all of humanity... Just like I'm about to do this." Patrick said before he lunged forward. Robbie tried to dodge but failed. Despite weighing so much, he was flung against the nearest wall. He grunted and held out his arms, catching three hundred pounds of snarling werewolf inches away from him. Patrick growled and snapped, his fangs sharp. Robbie dug his feet into the carpeting and began stepping forward, sumo style. Inch by inch he advanced and tried to tip the werewolf. Patrick groaned and grunted before having to let go, dodging out of the way. Robbie stumbled a bit and then backed for the door but Patrick went after him. Rather than pushing him the rest of the way through, Patrick stuck his furry black leg behind Robbie's and tripped the behemoth, grabbed onto his arm and used his falling momentum to swing him back into the center of the room and away from the party goers.

Robbie landed and the room shuddered with the impact of such weight. Robbie moved to get up, but he felt the hot, heavy body of a werewolf land on him. Patrick came down, his maw wide as he bit into Robbie's shoulder. Robbie's back arched and he called out in pain, panting and heaving... and time seemed to slow down. Robbie was stunned his brother had been so violent with him, but Patrick hadn't released. He stayed there, a paw resting on Robbie's chest.

Patrick knew if his plan failed, or even if it worked to create a more powerful enemy that he'd have to end his brother. This was his only hope, his only gambit. The bite of an alpha, the genetic subservience. He watched Robbie and waited for any change, but he felt the change before he saw it. Beneath his body, the mounds and mounds of man boobs began to shift and change, evening out more. The valleys between the rounds filled in, the flesh pushing back out. His lower six man tits disappeared into a more uniform belly, the green flesh rounding and evening out, growing hairier and hairier before the hair became thick enough to be fur.

Robbie lay pinned beneath his brother, panting and grunting as the bones in his face began to pop and shift. His jaw bone pushed outward as it had when he became an orc, but so too did the upper portion of his face. His nose elongated and widened, his nostrils flaring and the flesh growing darer and moister. His pointed orc ears began migrating up the side of his head and the beard he had spread out across his upper cheeks and around his eyes, dominating the rest of his appearance.

While Robbie's front tusks had remained the same, a second set began pushing out near the corners of his mouth, sloping down along the sides of his jaw. The fur spread down his neck and covered his chest and arms and soon the black fur even grew out of his toes and covered his changing feet. More bones and ligaments popped and shifted as the fat orc became a fat orc wolf. He struggled against his brother before going limp, panting from his muzzle, his ass cheeks parting as a furry black tail grew in. He was still humungous, larger than any of the wolves in Patrick's pack, but he wasn't fighting it anymore. As the changes slowed, Robbie just lay there, looking at his brother. Patrick looked at the beast and considered the possibilities of what had happened.

"Robbie, take me to Alex..." Patrick commanded. Robbie nodded gently and started to move. It seemed easy enough. Robbie couldn't deny the command of his alpha. Patrick pulled off and rose back onto his paws, watching the new creature use his wolf muscles to move his huge body with ease. Soon Robbie was back on his feet and moving for the rear entrance he had used to get into the room. Patrick moved to go with him but stopped when he saw the canisters were no longer in the room... and neither was the orc that Robbie had displaced.

"Oh shit..." Patrick whispered.

****

The dance floor of the prom was thinning out bit by bit as girls disappeared to the bathroom, complaining of feeling ill. The loss of their dates left the men behind, trying to figure out how to fill the time. The D.J. decided to try some alternative solutions and put on club music before switching to harder rock, letting boys in suits mosh it out. Bodies rammed together, muscles were flexed, shouts of jubilation filled the air and plastic cup after plastic cup of punch was drained, guzzled down widening necks and dripping down thicker jaw lines. Ears grew into points, fits swelled larger and spines stretched.

With every passing moment, the gathered teenagers looked less pressed and more wild. Hair darkened, tans shifted but it was all there bubbling beneath the surface. A general feeling that the prom was awesome filled the men despite the lack of their dates, dull and dopey grins crossing their lips as erections started to form. Off in one corner, two members of the soccer team stood with their backs to the wall and cups in their hands. The brunette stared at the bathroom waiting for his date to come back, but the black haired team mate turned and leaned in for a kiss.

There was a moment of shock, then a natural relaxation as the two embraced. Their lips smacked and their hands grabbed onto each other, pulling themselves tighter. Their tongues began to wrestle and their mouths opened wider, but soon their teeth were scraping together, particularly their canines. White tusks began pushing up out from their lower lips, the teammates unable to stop their embrace. They fumbled with each other's shirt buttons and began to tear at each other's pants, reaching down to grab at fat green cocks sticking out from the fabric. Their passions were missed by others, more oblivious near by at the punch bowl.

"Dude, this punch tastes like cum..." The quarterback hissed, spitting out his seed. A hipster with black frame glasses near by chortled, brushing his bleach blond hair out of his eyes.

"How would you know?" The hipster asked.

"You're right... I better compare." The quarterback murmured, turning to face the hipster before knocking him backwards. The hipster yelped, landing on a plastic red chair. He gasped as his legs were spread and a meaty hand came down, tearing open his pants. The quarterback fished out the eighteen year old's cock and brought his mouth down around it, sucking vigorously. The hipster grabbed onto the nearest table for dear life before drool started leaking from the corner of the mouth. Despite the shock, fear and shame of being blown in public, it felt damn good.

As the hipster panted and moaned, his tusks lifted from his lower lip, framing his nose and thickening up just as his nose did. His ears stretched to points and the bleach blond hair soon grew to be naturally blond, the teen's body hair shifting as well. The quarterback's hunched shoulders thickened and widened as he sucked the man off, his own tusks coming in as he became more and more orc like.

The music continued to play as more and more teens shifted, but the D.J. had taken his hands off his equipment. He had been sipping from his own bottled water and watched as the entire gathered mass of men started to change. Freaked out and afraid, the D.J. slowly slid down in his booth before he crept down the back of the stage and moved for the door. He advanced faster and faster, feeling like he was about to make it - at least before the door to the women's bathroom eased open.

Wide, hairy green feet stepped out, connected to muscled, thick legs. The D.J's eyes traveled up, seeing a huge orc male before him in what appeared to be a torn up, tattered sequined blue toga, his long, fat cock hanging down between his legs. The orc sniffed the air and grunted before he grinned, grabbing the D.J. by the skull, bringing his head to his groin. The D.J. murmured in fear and shock before his cries were muffled by a meaty cock being stuffed between his lips, pouring tainted seed down his throat. Soon his muffled cries became muffled moans as his frail, scrawny form began bulking outward.

****

The sounds and smells of the prom had changed dramatically. Patrick nearly stumbled as he moved, his head aching from it all. He couldn't smell many humans left, their mild scent masked by the potent stink of the orcs, but there were other scents too. Robbie wasn't the only hybrid out there either. He could smell others, moving in the maze of side halls around them. Patrick wondered if his pack was converting those they came across, or if Alex had found a way to turn more than just humans. His answer was revealed as a door ahead of them opened up.

Four furry hog like wolves moved in, blocking the way forward. One was tall, muscled and red with a fair bit of belly, another looked like a sumo wrestler with green fur, a third was as dark as night and could have been mistaken for Patrick if not for his hog like nose, and the fourth was the color of steel. Patrick's wolf lips curled back into a bit of a growl.

"Red, Otto, you will obey me." He commanded. The wolves on the end hesitated and struggled before their eyes were downcast. Patrick took a breath, steeling himself, "You will all obey me!" He added. The two unfamiliar hybrids in the center hesitated even more, but soon their heads dropped in subservience. Even Robbie had responded to the command, practically going to his knees.

Patrick felt fairly confident about his command even over the strangers, feeling as if there was hope - until a hand came down onto his shoulder. Patrick spun around to knock his attacker back but Alex was familiar with his brother's moves. He dodged the punch to the gut, pulled Patrick in and clamped his fat arm over his brother's head. The black wolf struggled and clawed at Alex, cutting into his green skin but Alex merely growled and held him there.

The werewolf's nose was trapped in the furry pit of the orc, trying not to inhale the scent and failing. Patrick smelled the salt, the heat, the musk and the potency of his brother. He smelled the stained innocence, the familiar scent warped and changed. He tried to pull back, but ever so slowly his lips parted and the wolf tongue slipped out, touching the pit hair only briefly.

Patrick shuddered, his black sheath retracting as his pointed wolf cock began hardening, sliding out. Alex moaned happily, feeling his brother respond, but Patrick knew he couldn't fail. He opened his muzzle wider and wider, the fangs slipping around Alex's shoulder before he bit down hard, piercing the flesh. Alex gasped at that, feeling his victory turned to defeat so quickly.

The fever began raging through Alex's body. He started to feel hot and sweaty, his eyes going distant. His muscles rippled and his flesh started to shift, his body changing. The fat started to be reabsorbed into his body, converted into more muscle and hair. Black fur sprouted across his arms and legs, moving across his back and shoulders. His beard started pushing out more from his jaw line, growing down longer and thicker before his jaw popped and his face started extending.

Patrick tried to pull back from the pit, but to his surprise Alex wasn't releasing in the midst of his change. He was holding him there still, keeping his head clamped down. Patrick was surprised, confused and curious... until the metallic tang of the orc blood on his teeth began to spread to his tongue and creep toward the back of his throat. Patrick's eyes widened in surprise as he realized what his brother was doing. Patrick wondered if that was the way Alex had planned it all along, their mutually ensured conversion... or if it had been an accident... but it was too late for both of them.

Alex felt his body grow fitter and healthier, the fat disappearing. His body was ripped and muscled, his stomach turning to eight pack abs, each with its own green nipple. His head ached and expanded, pushing out into a pig muzzle. His nose grew broader and more animal, a second set of boar tusks pushing out from the back of his lips. Alex felt such amazing strength inside of him, a vitality far beyond that of just an orc. He felt his very cells buzzing with energy as they were all changed... and he knew his brother was changing too.

Patrick struggled to fight off the change, his chest rising and falling with each breath, but each time it rose, it fell a little less. His ribs expanded, his chest pushed out and his shoulders widened. His wolf fur took on a bit more bristle to it and a crazed, mad lust began swimming through the wolf's head. He snorted through his widening nose as it turned upward and widened, broadening and fattening into more of a snout. He felt his lips displaced by rising canine fangs turning into tusks, a second set pushing out from the corners of his mouth.

The two brothers remained in their head lock, their bodies shifting and warping, looking more and more like one another. The moments passed, the fever raged and both were massive, muscled, furry wolf-boar beasts.... Part orc, part werewolf, part human... and all mixed together. Patrick shuddered, the power raging through his body and settling in his balls before his thick cock unleashed a torrent of hot cum onto the floor and he nearly collapsed. It was at that moment Alex finally released and stumbled backwards, landing on his huge muscled ass before he started laughing at the irony of it all. Patrick looked up at his brother and somehow couldn't see the tyrant bent on world domination, he just saw his brother who had bested him at wrestling for the first time. Somehow it felt like it was going to be alright somehow... at least until the fire alarm went off.

The Worcs grabbed their pointed ears and grunted in dismay at the sound, the warning lights flashing throughout the building. Before long the sprinklers sputtered and began to unleash their fury from the heavens. The main lights flickered and cut out as electricity shorted into the water somewhere, plunging the building into darkness. Patrick and Alex rose back to their feet, thick wolf claws digging into the wet carpet. Alex reached for the door and tested the handle before opening it. While there was no fire directly on the other side, there was smoke. Patrick sniffed the air before looking over his shoulder at Alex.

"We have to get everyone out fast. This is going to change everything." Patrick commanded. Alex nodded, knowing his brother was right... but also feeling the draw of the alpha, the compulsion to obey. Alex knew he could fight that urge if he needed to, but he was in perfect agreement with his brother. The two split up, moving through the building to gather the troops. The smoke was getting thicker, the heat climbing. The fire was somewhere in the rafters now. Even amid the foul stench, Alex could smell his brothers, all the wolves and orcs and humans that had become something better, something more amazing... and he was responsible for all their lives now. It was a heavy burden, but one he'd do as diligently as he could.

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Alex grunted softly, feeling the ache in his shoulders and arms, an ache that went deep into the bones themselves. He struggled to regain consciousness, feeling as if he was pulling himself out of a thick soup... But to his surprise, he felt a distinct lack of pain. His mind struggled to replay the events of the night before, ranging from the sexual high of conquest to the brotherly love he'd felt with Patrick... and then the blur of crisis, the fire. Alex had gotten rather burned getting everyone out. The smell of burned fur and flesh was disgusting... But he didn't feel that sting anymore.

Alex opened a violet eye and raised an arm to examine it, to see where he'd been harmed, but the flesh before him was not what he expected. It was a well tanned cream color, coated over with brownish blond hair. It also wasn't the arm he had started with weeks earlier as a human. Every muscle in his arm was sculpted to perfection. His palm was wide, his fingers a bit fat. They were masculine and powerful... and in a strange place.

The teenager sat up slowly and felt a bushy, soft beard drape down over his rounded belly. Alex was practically dripping with testosterone, looking every bit a body builder or lumber jack... But his attention had drifted from his own body to his surroundings. He was in a warehouse of sorts, a warehouse housing numerous motorcycles. There were places to fix the bikes, to paint the bikes, to store the bikes... But all of them were filled with people rather than machinery. There were a few more than a hundred filling the spacious building... and they were all in different stages of transformation.

Many were human as Alex appeared to be, while others showed just a few traits of their hybrid selves. Pointed ears, tusks, claws and tails stuck out just a bit... And around the outer edge of the building, full furry Worcs patrolled, keeping a watchful eye out for any disturbance that would threaten their family. Alex turned and looked around his immediate vicinity. He was on a battered looking couch sitting across from a desk, a desk Patrick sat behind. His brother had reverted back to human as well, though he looked far less refined.

Patrick's buzzed hair was shaggy and wild, his goatee long and unkempt. Even as a human, his lower jaw stuck out too far, his eyebrow ridge was too thick and his ears were a bit pointed. He looked more primal, almost with hints of caveman... but Alex knew that was the orc trying to break through. He wasn't just an alpha wolf, he was an alpha Worc. Alex swallowed a bit and looked to the corner of the room, spotting the furry form of Robby playing with one of his many nipples, squirting worc milk into cups to feed the troops.

"Did we do it? Did they all make it out?" Alex asked.

"As far as the news is concerned, it is one of the biggest tragedies this country has ever seen... Families with missing children crossing the whole town. So few made it back, the survivors are going to be scarred for life." Patrick murmured softly. Alex shrunk down on the couch at that, his eyes downcast. Patrick took a long breath, "But technically they all made it... Those that turned from female to male are going to take longer to adjust and heal, especially since they are having to adjust to being orc, being wolf, being worc and being able to shift back and forth between them on top of new anatomy." Patrick said.

"Even the girls turned?" Alex grinned. Patrick shot his brother a glance.

"I know it is amazing... And there's a thrill in turning people, but there will be a price to pay... There will be consequences." Patrick said.

"Are you going to ground me?" Alex murmured. Patrick slammed his fist down on the table.

"I mean real consequences.... Why do you think werewolves are only rumor? Why do you think we don't just go around biting everyone?" Robert asked.

"I... I don't know." Alex replied earnestly. Patrick took a breath.

"There are hunters... There are other packs. There are people and things in place to keep us all in check. A dramatic shift like this is going to bring them all down on us. We're going to have to be ready." Patrick said.

"What do we have to get ready for?" Alex whispered.

"We have to get ready to fight, to run, to disappear... We have to be ready to survive any way we can. I just... wish I knew how all this started." Patrick sighed.

"Cologne..." Alex whispered.

"What?" Patrick asked, not sure he had heard right.

"I ordered cologne... off the internet. It was supposed to make me feel more.... Confident. Scent of the Orc..." Alex said.

"Well that scent of the orc has become the musk of the Worc. It is pretty potent stuff, maybe we can use it to our advantage, but it isn't going to be easy." Patrick said.

"Maybe not, and maybe our lives would have been easier and safer before, but do you know what?" Alex asked. Patrick hesitated.

"What?" he asked back.

"This has brought us all back together, we're a family again. Your problems are our problems. We're in it together." Alex smiled.

"Was that you r plan all along?" Patrick asked, wide eyed.

"No, my plan was to stand out at first, to turn a few heads. I didn't know I'd be turning them into wolf-boar heads." Alex smirked.

"Well... I'm glad some good has come out of this... But don't forget what you've gotten yourself into. You and I are the alphas of this group. We have to lead them, we're responsible for their well being, and it isn't going to be easy." Patrick said.

"Well... it won't be easy, but maybe it'll be easier with us working together." Alex said.

"Then let's get to it." Patrick said before he stood up. He moved around the desk and toward the others, Alex and Robbie falling in behind him. It was time to meet all the new members of their group, to learn their skills, to help them adjust. It was the start of a new life for all of them, a new life and a new species. The possibilities and the risks were endless.