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My Life is Super Profiles: The Lumberjack - Declassified

Designation: SDP-001

Height: 9'9''

Weight: 525 lbs

Eye Colour: Brown

Hair Colour: Red

Species: Fur - Bear

Abilities: Enhanced physical condition, far above normal fur. Keen intellect. Armed with several 'lumberjack styled' weaponry and equipment. Ability to cause dimensional displacement into lumberjack-like reality hereby dubbed the Lumberyard.

Threat Index: 10

Power Class: S-Level

Alignment: Lawful Neutral

Status: Active

Appearance: Extremely large, bodybuilder type bear with thick, messy red hair kept beneath a red beanie. Possesses square features and a thick, corded neck completely with a short, trimmed red beard. Dark brown fur over his body that forms a stark contrast against his red hair. Wears a plain shirt with no underwear beneath that sits mostly open across his bare chest which is likewise covered in a thick matt of red chest hair. The sleeves of the shirt are rolled up to his biceps, revealing thick forearms covered in red fuzz. He wears torn denim jeans and thick black boots. His quads are enormous and stretch the denim obscenely. Wields a vibro-blade axe over his shoulder and heavy worker's gloves.

Background: See The Lumberjack Profile.

Analysis: After Operation Buzzsaw, Paul Booyan's overall physical appearance has changed drastically. While still retaining a somewhat proportional size and shape for a fur of his species, he has now grown to past 9 feet tall which is unusual for a bear fur. His body has likewise obtained an immense thickness and density in muscle mass that gives him above average strength based on his body. Currently, he can bench press an entire tonne as his maximum, a feat that even some supers struggle with. Consequently, his physical statistics have likewise increased bringing him to fall at least on par with D-Level supers. Naturally, food intake has increased and he has expressed difficulty in bathing, particularly his back as his arms are unable to reach that far.

Mentally, the changes in his psychology have not been drastic save for the fact that he is now completely and utterly homosexual. Testing and analysis have confirmed this and as time goes on, he is more accepting of it though he is still vaguely aware of the fact that events during Buzzsaw are what caused him to change his sexual orientation so drastically. It was a potentially scarring matter initially but continued exposure to Agent Shifter has helped him transition into the new lifestyle. They have been seen leaving the Facility to attend some homosexual-themed clubs in the nearby town of Novua Vista.

A growing affection for Shifter has made him somewhat more docile and while he is still prone to villainous threats, this is likely due to the fact that he is used to being in command instead of being commanded. Ultimately, he has expressed that his concern of what happened to him and indeed a desire for vengeance against those that changed him is what drives him to remain in the custody of AEGIS and to submit to testing and analysis. It is likely his relationship with Shifter, however, that keeps him cooperative and thus, has been classified as 'Lawful Neutral'.

His most dangerous ability, however, seems to have been directly linked to his recent mutation. As stated by Agent Legion, Lumberjack has displayed the ability to inflict dimensional disturbances on those in close proximity to him particularly during sexual release. It has been noted that those passing either his cell or Agent Shifter's suite while the two are coupling abruptly undergo transformation which gives them a burly figure with excess body and facial hair akin to Lumberjack's henchmen. Agent Legion believes that this is not intentional and rather that Lumberjack is being used as a conduit by someone or something as other members of Lumberjack's men or those already transformed will also change those in close proximity.

Caution is advised when around any of these men, hereby dubbed the 'Descendants' and Lumberjack hereby known as the 'Progenitor'. Lumberjack has been given the designation SDP-001 (Secured Dimensional Progenitor-001) and each of his Descendants recovered from his base have been classified as 'SDD-001a' while those made from AEGIS agents are called 'SDD-001b'. Insofar, no other individuals, particularly supers, have been affected.

Curiously, Agent Shifter who has had the most exposure to SDP-001 has not undergone the transformation. Whether or not this ability is a conscious effort of subconscious is still to be studied and determined.

Secret Agent Shifter - The Lumberyard

"This is fucking wrong."

Caleb 'Shifter' Hale stood on the other side of the two way mirror, watching Paul Booyan AKA the Lumberjack, stand at his hulking 9'9'' in a plain, white room, butt naked and with another AEGIS agent standing opposite to him, also naked. He had to agree with the former supervillain, this was just wrong and he shot daggers at his teammate who even suggested this experiment.

Off to his right, Sam 'Legion' Reaper stood, sapphire blue eyes narrowed and a grim look on his face. The blonde-haired wolf with jet-black fur was constantly emitting soft, metallic rattling noise. That was the skeletal wings that were fused with his back made entirely out of chains. Whenever he made that noise, it was a sure sign that he was worried about something.

That didn't alleviate Caleb's disgust.

Three weeks after what had been dubbed Operation Buzzsaw, Caleb had found himself with a curious lover. Paul Booyan was a supervillain but during their encounter, he had abruptly turned gay. This horrified the bear but also aroused him as Caleb had been his first and Lance 'Feral Fang' Clarke by extension. But Caleb had been there to help him work through his emotions and eventually accept that he got hard thinking about men now. It helped that Lance was also there to offer his own 'aid'.

The three of them had engaged in a rather steamy love triangle or perhaps the proper term was three-way relationship. Initially, Paul was hesitant about it. He wanted Caleb all to himself and it started with just the two of them heading out into clubs, spending some time together and then deafening people with their roars of ecstasy. Upon hearing the reports, however, Lance began insisting on some of his own dates with Caleb. His idea of fun was a little more extreme as they rappelled down the side of mountains, sky dived and rode armoured vehicles across the desert. Their hot, steamy, sweaty bodies would then coil around one another and make love regardless of the location. Caleb had tried including himself in one of their drives, but he was still finding sand in his fur. Both of his lovers were aware of the other and both seemed rather possessive of him, trying to seize his time and his body whenever they could.

And then Sam got into the picture.

Unfortunately not in the sexy way either.

He brought up evidence that AEGIS agents were transforming into 'lumberjacks' and that they only transformed in the vicinity of the trio's sexual escapades. Caleb and Lance vehemently opposed the idea. They believed Paul had turned a new leaf. But Director Lewis Sanchez had other ideas.

The enormous hyena stepped forward towards the window and pressed a button to activate the microphone. "It's the only way we can prove the theory, Booyan," growled the enormous, 10'4'' Director of AEGIS. "All evidence seems to point to a new power you've obtained. A power that can cause dimensional displacement."

"That's still fucked up."

"Explain to me what 'dimensional displacement' is again?" Lance demanded, rubbing his temples with one of his four paws. The four-armed, titanic hulk of a wolf wasn't exactly the smartest of Team Cerberus but the idea of dimensional displacement made even Caleb's head spin. He just didn't think it was possible.

"Dimensional displacement," Alphonse 'Shark Tamer' Newman explained, "is when the essence of a person is displaced across the multiverse and put into the physical shape of another entity. Normally, this occurs between the interdimensional counterparts but an individual can be displaced into a completely unrelated entity. The problem is, there will be two essences, two souls, fighting for the same point in space/time. Eventually, one personality will need to become dominant over the other. This process effectively merges the two souls into one but with one soul naturally being the dominant one. The dominant soul will obtain characteristics of the subservient one while the subservient one fades into nothingness. This process causes a ripple effect in the fabric of reality. Memories get altered, physical attributes changed, even official documents. For all intents and purposes, it will seem like the dominant soul always had the characteristics that it had obtained from the subservient one."

Lance blinked a couple of times and shook his head in confusion. "So what you're saying is... Paul is somehow causing people around him to consume the souls of the 'lumberjack versions' of themselves in some sort of 'lumberjack universe'?"

Doc Newman shrugged. "I don't know if there's specifically a lumberjack_universe but I believe that Paul's power is causing the essences of an instance of the person from a universe where they are lumberjacks to be displaced into _our universe and slowly consumed. I emphasise slowly because we still remember some of these Agents as not being like this but over time that is changing."

"And if we keep letting this happen, our entire agency could become lumberjacks," Sanchez grunted. "So we need to test this phenomenon and verify what triggers it before we can think of a way to contain or possibly cure it. And the only way we're going to do that is if you proceed with the test, Booyan, comprendé?"

"So you want me to fuck this twig of a guy here?" Paul asked within the testing room and gesturing at the naked AEGIS agent before him. The agent, one Agent Phillip Noh, was of Asian descent and was specifically picked for the simple fact that he was as far from the 'lumberjack-physique' as possible. He was lean, fit, human with little to no body hair on his chest and a face as smooth as a baby's bottom. It looked like he had never quite grown out of the baby fat he wore.

"Yes," Sanchez said. "Now if you could just please proceed with the experiment?"

"Fine. How do you want me to do this? Missionary? Doggy?"

Sanchez shut his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Dios mío..."

Despite his reservations, Caleb stepped up to the microphone. "Come on, Paul. Don't be an ass about this. I know we've never done it in front of a live audience before but you got to admit, this is pretty serious. If Doc Newman is right and you have this power then we need to figure it out or you could do more harm than good."

"I don't see how having more of me around could possibly do the world any harm..." Paul rumbled. "But fine. For you, Caleb." He jerked his chin towards Agent Noh. "Get over here, skinny."

Caleb stepped back to Sanchez's nod of approval. He had to admit to feeling a little... awkward as Paul began to work himself up, rubbing his cock through his sheath and massaging his nipples. Slowly, that familiar bright pink tube of flesh began rising and Noh's eyes widened at the tremendous 16 inch length. To his credit, the agent was very well trained and propped himself up on the examination table on all fours. There was a tube of lube on the table. Paul applied a liberal amount of the slick fluids onto his dick.

The big bear began slow, inserting his member slowly into Noh's ass and pausing when the young agent hissed and gasped. Caleb had to admit to finding the scene a little arousing. He had always fantasised of Lance and Paul making out in front of him, ravaging each other's muzzles while he watched. This was a close second.

Just as Paul was working into a rhythm, his powerful thrusts bringing memories of when the bear was jackhammering Caleb, Lance spoke.

"See? Nothing. Can we end this stupid experiment now?"

Sanchez shook his head. "Not until he's finished."

"Seriously?"

The hyena gave Lance a piercing stare with his one, good green eye. "Seriously."

Caleb glanced towards his official boyfriend and reached out for one of his mighty paws. He paused, however, when he saw the sizeable tent in Lance's pants. That was rather good news and he snickered softly.

Paul began emitting loud moans, his thrusts getting more and more instinctual, primal. Noh was holding onto to table for dear life, his own dick now fully erect and splattering precum all over the shiny, silvery table. The mighty bear's enormous stature looked so tantalising and powerful as he ploughed into Noh. His strong, muscled legs carried with the force of a low-level super and his huge paws kept Noh from escaping too far. Deep, rumbling growls rose from the Lumberjack and it triggered a primal feeling in Caleb; a desire to be in there, to lift his tail and join into the orgy. He wanted to be with this alpha male, to have the epitome of masculinity inside of him.

Noh let out a moan, throwing his head back and letting out a gasp.

"It's happening," Doc Newman said worried. "Recording devices on! Now!"

Right before their eyes, a change began to hit the athletic Asian's body. Every muscle on Noh's body tightened, thick veins pushing up against his smooth skin like some liquid was forming them to expand and nearly pop. He gnashed his teeth together, the cords appearing across his neck. His eyes snapped open but the moment they did, they rolled into the back of his head, showing only the whites.

"Brain activity is increasing on all levels," Newman exclaimed. "Body temperature is rising. Heartrate remaining surprisingly stable. I'm detecting dimensional distortions all around the two. They're so strong! My instruments can't keep up!"

Thick, black hairs began springing up all over Noh's arms and legs. While he already had a light coat, these were clearly visible. His forearms became covered in a thick mat and they broadened into thick, muscular hams, every muscle group clearly defined and packed together to make their edges clean and cut. His upper arm quickly followed suit, a thick layer of black hair covering his triceps while leaving his biceps perfectly plump and rounded, a single, pumped vein running over the crest and splitting into various deltas across his forearms.

Those same hairs quickly sprang up between the cleft of his pectorals. Each one that breached his skin and stood out caused his pecs to plump up and grow, forcing his shoulders to broaden in turn. Thick bands of muscle pressed up against his flesh, pushing his nipples to face in opposite directions. A thick, furry coat formed an inverted triangle across the plateau of his pectorals, the tip leading down into his bulging eight-pack abdominals and creating a trail of hair towards his pubes.

The sizeable meat between his legs twitched and sprayed precum into his chest hair. Caleb watched as Noh experienced any man's dream come true as the agent's dick lengthened to an incredible thirteen-inch schlong with the thickness of a beer can. The agent's already plump balls grew into golf-ball sized packages covered in a dense layer of black hair.

"Oh my god..." Bren whispered, eyes wide.

"This is simply incredible!" Doc Newman exclaimed. "I've never seen this level of dimensional displacement before! It's so fast! So... rapid!"

"Oooooh..."

All eyes quickly shifted to Lance who had doubled over. Caleb's jaw dropped when thick brown hairs began springing up all over Lance's already meat forearms, all four of them. The massive lupine hulk fell onto one knee, one pair of arms clutching his stomach and the other wrapped around his chest. Like Noh, Lance's eyes rolled into the back of his head but his jaw was slack and open, mouthing indiscernible words under his breath.

"Lance!"

"Oh no..." Newman whispered. "He's being affected too!"

"Stop the experiment!" Sanchez demanded. "Stop it now!"

Shark Tamer shook his head and waved his hands desperately through the air. "No don't! If we stop it now, we risk severing the disruption that's currently got both individuals merging as one! They're in a sort of limbo right now and if we stop it, both our Fang and Noh and the other dimension's could be lost to us forever!"

"Lance!" Caleb pleaded, holding his boyfriend's shoulders. He could feel the muscles beneath his fingers growing just like when Lance was hit by something physically. It made for a fun time in bed but now, as he watched a thick, brown beard grow around the lupine's muzzle, he was just scared. "Lance! Stay with me!"

Then, another lupine paw rested on Lance's shoulder, this one jet-black.

"Lance," Sam said calmly and evenly. "Listen to my voice. Nod if you can hear me."

Caleb's eyes darted back and forth between the two wolves, desperate for some reaction. Even as Lance's body continued to swell, Feral Fang managed to offer a single nod.

"Good," Sam continued, his sapphire-blue eyes focused and intense like lasers. "Now tell me your name."

Lance gnashed his fangs together, a deep growl emanating from his thickening throat.

"Lance, what is your name?"

Slowly, Lance's muzzle pulled open. "L - L - Lance... B - B - Bo..."

"No. That's not it. What is your name?"

The growing wolf snapped at him angrily. "Lance. Lance Clarke."

"Good. Now what is your occupation?"

Lance shook his head, pulling a paw from around his chest and pressing it against his forehead. "I live with my dad... Working... working chopping..."

"Try again."

"That's the truth!" Lance snapped, shaking his head from side to side, showering Caleb with sweat. "No... No it's not. My dad... he hates me... Wanted to imprison me because... I go wild if I get too big. I'm..." Lance blinked a couple of times, straightening. His eyes rolled back forward, the blue and green orbs gaining clarity. "... I'm an Agent of AEGIS. Codename Feral Fang. I'm part of Team Cerberus."

Sam smiled and patted his shoulder. "Atta boy. Now you can finish up."

Lance squeezed his eyes shut and moaned, shamelessly grabbing his crotch and bucking his hips. The strong smell of cum instantly hit Caleb's nostrils and he eyed the impressive sausage pressed against Lance's leg leak a sizable amount of seed into his pants, specially made for the super.

A loud roar accompanied his orgasm as in the exam room, both Noh and Paul reached climax. The Asian agent was no longer the man that either of them recognised. He was big, burly and hairy, a chinstrap beard wrapped around his square, masculine chin. Noh reached back and straightened, grabbing the back of Paul's head and pulling him into an unrestrained, lusty kiss, tongue lashing out and eyes squeezed shut.

"Amazing," Newman said, stepping back from his console in shock. "Simply amazing..." His eyes went towards Sam. "How did you do that?"

Sam's eyes narrowed dangerously, a soft growl rising from his throat. "Because I know exactly what's causing this." He slowly turned so that both Director Sanchez and Al were in his line of sight. "There's an artefact. It's called the Sceptre of Man."

******

Lance was recovering from his transformation with Caleb by his side. Paul was likewise resting as was Agent Noh. In Shark Tamer's office, Sam set down a dusty book on the shark's desk, scattering the countless papers just lying there everywhere. Though Newman had to keep his medical exam rooms clean and sanitized, his personal quarters and office were a mess of stacked folders, towers of papers and a mess of medical journals. Just moving caused a mini-tornado of brightly coloured papers.

On the book was the image of what looked like a...

"It's a dildo," grunted Sanchez. "It's a motherfucking golden dildo."

"Outwardly, yes," Sam replied. "But it's also an ancient artefact made directly by the Creator of this multiverse." He poked at the arcane runes littering the page. "The Sceptre has the power to breach the dimensional barriers between multiverses and bring men of all shapes and sizes into one universe or another. The Creator used it to bring in males that tickled her fancy to her presence so she could make love to them."

Bren shook his head and the synth waved his paws. "Whoa, whoa, whoa. God is female?"

"No. The Christian God is a deity part of this universe in a vast multiverse. The Creator is female."

"How do you know this?"

"Experience," Sam grunted. He jabbed the page of the book. "Suffice to say that after some time, the deities got a little pissed at their subjects basically being booty calls so they convinced the Creator to abandon the Sceptre of Man. Thing is, the Sceptre is still an incredibly powerful artefact. The Creator understood this so she destroyed the sources of the Sceptre's power." He pointed at the jewels running down the length of the Sceptre's shaft. "The jewels were known as the Essences of Man, supposedly concentrated extracts of a certain type of male specimen that gave the Sceptre its vast powers."

Bren looked dubious and shook his head. "Okay, assuming someone got their paws on the Sceptre, how exactly is it being used to turn people into Lumberjacks?"

Sam nodded at Newman. "Doc?"

The shark nodded grimly, tenting his webbed fingers. "When I examined the machines in the Buzzsaw, I could only discern a few things but I believe they were... distilling the seed and indeed the souls of the individuals contained within the tubes through their semen. One has to question why and what purpose it serves and I believe the purpose is twofold. First..." He held up a finger. "Each 'lumberjack' now acts as a sort of receiver for a signal or perhaps and influence that transforms anyone within their vicinity into a similar being through dimensional displacement. Second, all that semen was being collected. I found a portal device that transported the collected seed somewhere else but it was far too damaged to discern where. If the semen were just waste, the mastermind behind this plot wouldn't keep it. They're collecting it for some reason."

His eyes lifted towards Sam. "And I believe Legion is leading up to the point that it's being used to create these 'Essence of Men'."

"It wouldn't be the first time that mortal souls have been used to create a gem of supposedly infinite power," rumbled Sanchez. "I still remember the Godfather's attempts to use magic to create a Philosopher's Stone using the souls and sacrifices of an entire country."

"I believe this is along the same vein," Sam said, nodding at the book. "There is a text that hints at it." He picked up the book, Sanchez and Bren peering over his shoulder as he ran his finger across the lines. "'By the Seed of Man will Shaft of Gold pierce thresholds across the Void.'" He groaned and muttered something to himself, appearing to try and translate the texts. "'Vessels of Flesh and Ecstasy, purest ideal inhabit. Bound to world of desire, Many in One. Absent from world of origin. Wounds healed and scars sealed. Only through release from free hand will home shores be returned.'"

"I'll have to translate that to verify your words," Newman said, offering his hand. Sam deposited the book in his grip. "But from all appearances, what you say is true. It seems to indicate that the Sceptre of Man does have the ability to bring people into this world, I assume is the 'World of Desire' or perhaps it simply indicates that it will bring people to the world of the holder's desire. The dimensional disruptions will eventually heal but I fear what'll happen if all these mergers keep occurring."

"What about the last line?" Sanchez grunted. "It mentioned something about release from 'free hand'."

Bren shrugged absently. "If I were to be a horny bastard, it'd say that if you masturbated, you'd return to your normal self but I don't think that holds true, does it?"

Sam sighed heavily, pinching the bridge of his nose. "No... No it doesn't..."

"You know something, Reaper?" the Director demanded. "In fact, how did you know all about this and how the hell did you come across that book?"

"It was given to me by the Creator," Sam answered, opening his eyes and gazing upwards at the ceiling with his arms slack. "You're really one horny bitch, aren't you...?" Those in the room regarded him curiously. They saw his muzzle move but no sound came out save for a faint mumbling noise like white noise.

"Did you just say the name of the Creator?" Bren asked.

"Yes I did. Unfortunately, hearing her name is enough to blow your minds, literally. There's a divine edict on it that it may never be mentioned on the physical plane. Any attempts will just lead to a mumbling sound or silence. For instance..." Sam's face contorted as he seemed to yell and scream but no sound came out. "See?"

"Can you write it down?"

"Won't do you any good. Any attempts will cause anyone looking upon it will only see a random jumble of words and it will always be different from what another person sees."

Sanchez crossed his arms and regarded Sam suspiciously. "So let me get this straight. You aren't some kid who was born with chain wings, hunted by the military for the simple fact that those wings are absolutely indestructible and you can summon some sort of divine weapons and have the power to read minds. You're actually..."

"Closest thing you can put it?" Sam said. "I'm an angel. Asked by the Creator to step in because she sensed something was going on in her multiverse. She took a hands off approach after her deities, her First Children, took offense to her playing with their toys. She's mostly content to just watching these days. The multiverse is like an infinite streaming service for her. Every person a different TV show, a different drama and a different series with their own crossovers. Given that she can't interfere directly, she asked me and my kind to step in."

"Your kind?"

Sam waved a paw absently through the air. "No Ones. We're called No Ones. We drift between the multiverses, helping those who ask for it. That's another story that I'll tell another day but trust me when I say we need to find the Sceptre of Man."

Sanchez growled at him. "If you're some sort of divine angel, don't you have some sort of omniscience that'll let you find it for us?"

"I would if I could but upon entering this reality, I've had to enter it as one of you. It's fragile as is and entering it as myself would not only piss off the various gods but possibly shatter the very fabric of reality. Think of it as your multiverse being a very tight glass ball, already filled to the brim. Stuffing myself inside that would cause it to shatter." He looked off to the distance. "The world has enough heroes. But at least the deities of this world were more understanding. Sometimes, the gods get pissed when I'm asked to intervene."

The hyena let out a soft huff. "I suppose I can relate... AEGIS is much the same. We protect the world because we're asked but we still get flak for our various activities." He ran a paw down his face and let out a soft growl. "Okay, Newman, get to work on figuring out exactly what that text means. Reaper, you and me. Meeting now. Full disclosure. Bren, gather your team. I want a full analysis on what's happened to Fang and see if he's fine to deploy again. I have a lead on another of the Working Men and if Lumberjack was hit, maybe the others are too."

"One last thing, Director Sanchez," Sam said lifting a paw. "My origins cannot leave this room. If our enemy learns that there's a guy like me running around, he might accelerate his plans. The last thing we want is for a guy who can tear dimensional barriers down wantonly to panic and start trying to merge the whole multiverse into a single, compressed universe. That is very bad."

"Why?" Bren asked, cocking his head to the side.

"Simple. Just imagine an infinite number of your personalities, each with their own strengths, origins and weaknesses fighting for your body all at once. While Lance and Noh looked like they were having fun changing, imagine that kind of orgasmic bliss multiplied by infinity across all people and every single bit of this existence. The earth, the air, the sea. Everything. Even Gods."

Al Newman slowly rose from his seat, a look of dread on his face. "It'll be chaos..."

"Exactly. Chaos."

******

Caleb lay on his bed, idly watching the sun set beyond the desert. His suite was as big as a two bedroom apartment but really only consisted of a single room and his bathroom. It had enough room for him, certainly but it was mostly empty. Since he had lost his memory, he couldn't remember any hobbies or interested that he may have possessed to decorate his room. He knew that Lance had football posters all over his room and even Bren had large tubes running all over where he could just float around as his liquid goo. Sam had bookshelves and books everywhere, apparently being an avid reader. But his was left mostly blank.

His eyes traced the thick lines all over Lance's back as the newly made Feral Fang flexed and posed in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, exploring his new body. Lance marvelled at the thick but neatly trimmed beard he wore and ran a hand through the thick fuzz on his chest. Completely naked, he stood there with his twin dicks erect, two gargantuan fourteen inch dicks rising from a single sheath.

"Fuck... I look good," Lance rumbled.

"Hell yeah..." Caleb murmured softly. His own dick was well and truly erect, the foot-long member dripping precum onto his sheets.

His boyfriend turned to him, rubbing his cheeks absently. "What do you think? Should I keep the beard?"

"I think it makes you fucking sexy." For emphasis, Caleb squeezed his own dick to show Lance just how turned on he was at the moment. Unfortunately, they were cautious of getting too busy. Newman had warned them that sexual activity could cause more dimensional displacements.

Lance grinned broadly, different coloured eyes shining. "You know I want to fuck you so badly right now."

"I want your twin dicks in me too, babe." Caleb sighed and sat up, bringing his knees up to his chest to hide his erection though it didn't stop him from feeling it squirting precum against pectorals. "But you heard what Al said. Can't fuck or we over fuck others." He perked his ears at the large mutant. "What was it like? Changing like that?"

The four-armed wolf sat down on the opposite edge of the bed, causing the custom-built mattress to groan faintly. "Kind of... weird, really. It felt like every part of my body was a big, throbbing dick and I wanted to blow. It was hard to resist. Someone was pushing me out from the inside but at the same time, pulling me in."

"Like someone was jacking you off?"

Lance snickered, his ears flicking back. The insides of his ears turned a bright pink, a sure sign that he was blushing. "Yeah... Yeah sort of like that. Every time I was pulled in, it felt like I was butting heads with this... this other guy. And every time we hit each other, I felt like I was losing myself, becoming part of him. And he was becoming part of me too. It became really hard to tell what was what. Who I was." Then a soft smile touched Lance's lips. "Then I heard Sam's voice."

"Sam..." Caleb sighed softly. "Sometimes, I really don't get that guy."

"Me neither but he helped me, you know? Everything was a blur for me. My body ached for release and my mind... all these colours, images, emotions just kept swirling around me." The big four-armed mutant waved his paws around his head like he was swatting at flies. "It was all so confusing and every second the passed, it became more and more confusing. But Sam's voice... It was so clear. It cut right through the bullshit."

Caleb decided not to ask why his voice didn't reach Lance and just kept silent.

"I could focus on it and it was like a lifeline," Lance continued. "I grabbed it and slowly I pulled myself out of the muck." He looked at his enormous paws and sighed. "I honestly don't know what would've happened if he hadn't saved me."

A soft sigh escaped Caleb's lips and he gently leaned his head against Lance's shoulder. "I'm glad you're back, Lance. Bigger and hairier than before. And fucking sexy to boot!" He reached around Lance's arms and gave one of his nipples a tweak causing the big lupine to rumble.

"You're really making it hard not to fuck you now, you realise that, right?"

"I know and I don't care." He leaned up and kissed Lance lightly on the lips. "I thought I was going to lose you. I'm going to take every moment I can with you."

Before either of them could continue, however, there was a knock on the door.

Caleb growled, hackles raised. "I swear, if that's Sam or Sanchez, I'm going to jizz all over their faces just to prove a point."

"What point is that?" Lance asked.

He got off the bed and stormed towards the door. "Fucked if I know. I'm horny." He pushed the button to allowed the door to open and it slid aside. A familiar musky scent mixed with faint woody smell and pine wafted into his nostrils. It was a scent he was familiar with as it was embedded into his very sheets as well as most of the owner's cum. "Paul..."

The first thing Paul Booyan saw was Caleb's erect dick and he grinned at it. Then glanced past Caleb at the bed and his face fell. "Oh..." he rumbled. "I see you're with Lance. I'll come back later."

Caleb shook his head. "You know what? I've had enough of this bullshit." He grabbed Paul's paw and pulled him inside. "You and Lance both fuck me so I can't see why you two can't get along."

On the bed, Lance was frowning and he had sat up, chest puffed out in a very macho display. He was now bigger than Paul and could easily be the alpha male. "Paul..." he growled.

"Fang," Paul rumbled back.

Caleb rolled his eyes and only let go of Paul's paw once he was next to the bed. "You're both acting like babies. We're in the 22nd Century, for fuck's sake. What's wrong with the idea of the three of us all getting along? Hell, the Lifeguard, Pool Boy and White Water are actually trying to legalise polygamous marriage!"

Both men stared at him in shock. "You want to marry me?" they both exclaimed in unison. Upon hearing the other's voice, they shot dagger-like stares at one another.

"Not my point," he snapped at them both. "I have fun with both of you. Lance..." He turned to the four armed titan. "You're sweet, romantic and daring. I have fun doing all those extreme sports with you and then making sweet, sweet love on the equipment." Turning towards Paul, he said, "Paul, underneath that rough exterior, you're a sweet guy and I love our nature walks together. Just lying in your arms watching the stars, I could fall asleep there and then and I feel safe."

The shapeshifting wolf spread his arms to gesture at the two. "You're both amazing guys and I cannot and will not choose between you two. I want to be with both of you."

"But he's a villain," Lance snarled. "He's killed people. Committed crimes."

"So have you, pup," Paul growled. "At least I had a purpose. You just went crazy. You're uncontrollable. Unpredictable."

"I can control myself!"

Caleb waved them both down. "I don't fucking care. You want to know one of my greatest fantasies?" They stared at him though their eyes darted towards one another every few seconds. "It's that you two passionately make out with one another while I sit here jacking myself off. I've grown to really like you both. So here's my ultimatum." He stamped his foot for emphasis. "Either you make up right now or I'm dumping you both."

Lance looked crestfallen and even Paul had a shocked expression on his face.

"Caleb... no!" whined the wolf.

"Hale, I swear," Paul sneered. "You dump me and I'll rip every fucking tree off this planet until you come back."

"There!" Caleb exclaimed gesturing at Paul and looking towards Lance. "You see that? That's the kind of thing I'm talking about and it's what makes him so attractive!"

"The bad boy," Lance muttered, scowling at Paul. "I get it." He squeezed his eyes shut and sighed. "You know what? I get it, Cale. But I can't be with a guy like him. Goes against everything I believe in. If you choose him, alright. I won't stop you. I'll... I'll set aside."

Then Caleb turned to Paul, gesturing at Lance. "And there! You see? Tell me that doesn't make your heart bleed even just a little."

Paul rumbled softly and gave him a sour look. "Yeah... Okay. Maybe just a little."

"There are parts of one another that you find attractive," Caleb concluded. "But you're both too damn proud to admit it. Right here, right now. Tell one another what you think. Now."

Lance rolled his eyes and sighed. "Fine..." He pulled his eyes reluctantly back towards Paul. "You're a crook, a supervillain and so goddamn aggressive that sometimes, I just want to slam my fist into your face so that it'll make you shut up." Then his features softened and his ears folded back. "But you're also confused, scared and seeing you with Caleb, I know there's a good guy somewhere under there."

Caleb coughed loudly.

"Okay, fine. And I am jealous that you pull off the bear look really well. Even with all my muscle, I always looked like a fucking mutant puppy." He glared at Caleb next. "Happy?"

"Yes." Turning towards Paul, Caleb said, "And you?"

The Lumberjack crossed his arms defensively. "Lance, you're an uptight, goody-goody who is in denial about who and what he is. You're a raging animal inside and it pisses me off that you're wasting your potential trying to be a fucking prissy princess." Paul's lips twisted like he was trying to fight a grin. "But... I guess I admire that. You're trying hard to keep yourself from hurting the guy you love and... I guess I want to be like that. Plus, I jack off to the idea of you wearing Caleb like a condom when you go on one of your rages."

"Thank you," Caleb finished. "I think."

Rubbing the back of his neck, Lance grumbled. "Great... All this mushy shit made me lose my boner. But I guess..." He locked gazes with Paul. "I guess we could try to make this work. I love Caleb. Not at first. I remember the first time we met, he actually hit on me. I thought he was a horny little bastard."

"He still is," Paul snickered. "First time we met, after he tried to beat the shit out of me and failed, we fucked, remember?"

"I remember." Lance grinned broadly. He took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "So... Truce?" He held out a paw and Paul regarded it, considering the offer for a long moment.

The Lumberjack shut his eyes for a moment. "You know what? No." Both Lance and Caleb's ears dropped. "I fucked up. I fucked that guy and made you into this." He gestured at Lance, eyes open once more. "I'm sorry for that. Shouldn't have happened. I didn't know I could do that and now... I guess I nearly made you into someone you're not. This isn't a truce." He reached out and shook Lance's paw. "We're partners in this. I'm going to figure out what the fuck is happening to me, how the fuck I can control this and I'm going to fuck you and Caleb while I'm at it."

Lance grinned at him. "You're welcome to try, shorty."

"I maybe shorter, but I've got more muscle, pup. And experience."

"Really?" Lance flexed his biceps, each mound as big as watermelons. "Say that again."

Paul growled, a lusty rumble as the tent in his pants began to grow. "Fuck you're huge." He approached Lance and ran his paws down the big wolf's chest. "I'm gonna enjoy tasting every inch of your bod."

Lance's lower paws curled around Paul's waist, squeezing the tight, muscular rump. "And I'm going to enjoy ploughing this."

The Lumberjack grinned back at him.

"You're welcome to try."

******

Alphonse Newman was busy decrypting the tome that Sam had brought him. The dialect was ancient, a mix between Galaxian and Titanese; languages used by the two most powerful and ancient beings in the universe - commonly known known as the antithesis to the gods of the Astral Assembly - the Primordials and Titans. Though based on what Sam said, the entire cosmology of the multiverse might be in question. Sam's translation so far proved to be accurate but Al's curiosity got the better of him and he sifted through the other pages of the ancient tome. It was solely dedicated to the Sceptre of Man, particularly chronicling its use throughout time.

Throughout history, the Sceptre had been used by people from all races and species across the multiverse for various reasons. Some wanted to create the ultimate fighting army and drew instances of volunteers at their peak physical condition into their own universe. Others wanted to compress the knowledge of all multiverse instances of themselves into one. Then there were those who wanted perfect the genetics of their species by only obtaining the instances of their people that met a certain criteria, a sort of genetic culling.

Interestingly, there was a strange ability of the Sceptre that he nearly missed in the translation. If he read it right, using the Sceptre as a stimulation device allowed the user to become a 'conduit for its power' whatever that meant. Al theorised it allowed the user to transform into an amalgamation of all the Essences embedded into the Sceptre. Though he couldn't imagine a female Creator using it to grow a dick...

The Sceptre only ever worked directly on males, however, and male counterparts. Females were never included. Though according to the tome, some wielders of the Sceptre had managed to use the artefact to affect women in some way but it was not fully defined. Too bad the Creator didn't think to create a counterpart.

He was roving the part about the jewels known as the Essence of Men when a thought entered his mind.

He should chop some wood.

The thought came completely out of nowhere and it made the shark sit up straight, a frown on his conical features. Shaking it off, he returned to his translating.

"The Essence of Men..." he murmured softly. "They weren't made by the Creator and lost. They are made and remade constantly. Defined by their creators and simply placed into the Sceptre which then uses them like templates... The Essences are like filters for the Sceptre's power... Heh. The Sceptre is a cock..."

Alphonse straightened again blinking several times as he ran through his own words again. Then he became aware of the rising heat originating from his groin. His eyes went down towards his crotch and his jaw dropped open in terror at the sizeable tent there.

"Oh no... Oh no! Oh nonononono!"

He scrambled to his feet, looking for the phone. With all the papers scattered about, it was buried somewhere. Desperation flooded his heart as he felt a faint prickling at the back of his webbed hands. Despite being a shark, grey hairs were springing up across his forearms. Muscles hardened and grew all across his limbs, the rush of power and blood causing him moan. It was like every limb was a giant dick that was hardening.

Al moaned and barely caught himself on his desk.

"Damn... must... focus... Must... chop wood..." He seized his temples. "No! _No!"_With a cry, he swept his thickened arms across his desk, knocking aside the book and all the papers there. He desperately searched for his phone but couldn't find it.

"No!" he repeated and staggered towards the door. He barely made it before his back surged and tore right through his lab coat, thick muscles pushing up against his spine and fin. Sweat rolled off his brow as he pushed the 'open' button and staggered out.

His legs gave out on him mere seconds out of his office. They felt so plump and fresh of blood. His slacks began to tear at the seams, relief washing over his body as his skin was left bare and unrestricted by the fabric. A primal hiss left his lips, his tongue sliding out between his lips. Stubble began growing around his jawline, brushing up against the underside of his tongue.

"D - D - Doc!"

Shaking himself free of the powerful spell, he glanced over his shoulder.

Bren was staggering forward, his entire body throbbing and undulating like he was constantly being inflated and deflated. His suit was torn to shreds which shouldn't have been possible as his suit and sunglasses were part of his nanobot configuration. Thick, brown hairs had grown all over his forearms and began sprouting out through his torn shirt.

"Bren..." Al gasped. "Something... they're... Oh fuck!" The shark rolled onto his back, hips bucking into the air. There was a loud tearing noise and a wash of relief hit him. His twin dicks burst free of his slacks, precum splattering all over his tightening shirt. He seized them both with his hands, unable to stop himself from jerking off. "God! It feels so good! So good! Aaaaaargh!"

Bren staggered next to him, seizing his shoulders. "Doc... Tell me what to do! Ah!" The synth grimaced as his shoulder bulged and grew into the size of a bowling ball. For a second, his flesh turned silver and lashed out into the form of multiple, silver tendrils. A sound like crackling concrete came from the metal as it solidified and turned into raw, tiger flesh. Bren was becoming a _real_tiger.

The transforming synth shook Shark Tamer wildly. "Doc! Stay with me! Tell me what I need to do!"

Alphonse Newman could feel himself slipping. Every jerk of his dick drew him further and further into a slurry of mixed emotions. The overwhelming need to chop wood, to haul heavy logs across the forest and eat flapjacks drowning in maple syrup was starting to consume him. The scientist was fading and as he groaned, his chest burst free of his shirt, a little crest of brown hair sprouting out just between his pectorals. He was so proud when that came in as a kid.

No he wasn't.

He never had chest hair.

He was never that big.

Was he?

Al gnashed his sharp teeth together. "Fine Sam!" was all he could manage before the tide turned against him and he arched his back a second time. With a triumphant cry, his twin dicks burst, shooting strings of ropey seed all over his chest wildly. The doctor's eyes rolled into the back of his head as another Alphonse Newman took over.

Bren staggered to his feet and powered through the lust, the addictive sensations and the overpowering desire to just curl up and suck his own dick. That was what he did often after all. He had the equipment for it. Just a little tweak of his nipples and the moment he was hard, he could give himself head.

"No!" he told himself, shaking his head. "I'm a synth damnit! I'm not equipped for it! Oh fuck! But it feels good..."

Somehow, Bren managed to stagger towards the elevator and jammed his fist against the 6th floor. It was hell waiting for the machine to take him up three floors. Every inch of his body wanted to explode and he could feel his nanobot frame hardening into actual flesh. Flesh that felt so good to the touch and felt so good being touched. He moaned softly as his paw slipped beneath his shirt and squeezed his nipple.

Bren gasped as his huge, barbed dick erupted from his pants just as the elevator doors let out a soft ding.

"Bren!"

Much to his relief, Sam came rushing in despite being splattered with clear tiger precum. Looking past him, Bren could see other AEGIS agents curled over and with their hips bucking, the transformation taking hold of them. Only Sam seeming immune for some reason. Bren slumped against the wall, Sam catching him.

"H - H - Help..." Bren whined. "I... I can't... Feels... so good."

"I know, Bren," Sam responded calmly, his voice so soothing like a cool balm against the burns that were bubbling inside of the tiger. "I know. Don't worry. I'll get you all through this. You just have to trust me."

He moaned, leaning his head back and shutting his eyes. Sam immediately seized his cheeks and forced him to look directly into his eyes.

"Bren, do you trust me?" the wolf demanded.

Bren squeezed down at his own monster dick; eighteen fucking inches long! "Fuuuuuck!"

"Bren!"

The tiger used the last of his will to pull his eyes to meet Sam's.

"Do you trust me?" Sam repeated.

Bren bit his lower lip and could only nod.

"Good. Because I'm putting my trust in you too."

Then... Sam's eyes did the strangest thing.

His pupils... they changed.

They became eight pointed stars, the points digging into his irises.

******

The morning sunlight streamed in through the gaps in the blinds. A rooster crowed. Somewhere in the distance, a wolf howled. Caleb Booyan opened his cornflower blue eyes slowly, taking a moment to register his surroundings. A content smile crossed his features at the thick, warm arm wrapped around his waist. As tempted as he was to just sleep the morning away, he could already smell bacon in the air so that meant his dad was up and running. It was time to get up.

Ever so gently, he ran a finger down the thick hairs on the furry arm wrapped around him. The owner rumbled softly as the combination of both fur and arm hair being gently tickled woke the sleeping titan. A few more seconds and the beast pull Caleb closer to him, burying his muzzle against the crook of Caleb neck and mumbling softly.

"Dun wanna..." Lance muttered.

Caleb held the paw lovingly and gave it a little shake. "I know, bro... But we gotta. Dad'll kick our asses if we don't."

"Five more minutes..."

He chuckled and elbowed Lance's gut a little. That got his brother to wake up. Lance gagged and in the moment when his mighty grip loosened, Caleb slipped out of the large bed and stood up. He looked at the slumbering figure of his brother, muscled, ripped and with two powerful, hairy arms. The thick coat of chest fur that practically covered every inch of his chest diluted his ripped stature a little unlike Caleb whose chest hair was only a light dusting. Both of them had the same thick arm and leg hair though Caleb was the only one with a layer on the back of his feet that Lance often joked made him look like a Hobbit. Though Lance loved worshiping Caleb's feet nonetheless.

Still a little sticky with last night's cum, Caleb leaned down and licked his brother's forehead just to wake him up a little more. "Come on, Lance. Dad's waiting for us."

"Yeah, yeah..." Lance murmured, rolling out of bed. He pulled his immense weight out of bed and followed Caleb out of the bedroom of their dark, wooden home located in the middle of the Canadian wilderness.

The kitchen was filled with the rich smells of breakfast and the hulking form of their father, Paul Bunyan. The huge bear flicked his rounded ears as they approached and grinned.

"About time you boys got it. Didn't think I fucked either of ya that hard."

Caleb grinned and wrapped his arms around his adoptive father. Paul turned his broad, square muzzle towards him and their lips met, tongues brushing against one another affectionately. Caleb's cock began to stir in his sheath while Paul, beneath his ripped jeans, also began to rise.

"Mornin' to you too, dad," Caleb said, nuzzling Paul with genuine affection.

Lance's big arms wrapped around them both and the larger wolf nuzzled Paul's cheek, demanding attention with a cute little whimper of his own. Paul turned to his eldest son and met his lips, their tongue dancing passionately over once another.

The two pups, found by Paul abandoned in the woods, loved their adoptive father more than society said they should. They knew that. But there was nothing really wrong with that. They formed a very close family and they really didn't need anyone else. Those that did come over rarely stayed for more than a day or two before heading on their way. They were the Booyan Family.

Paul pulled his lips away from Lance, letting out a content hum and a soft smile touching his lips. "Go on you two. Take a seat. Breakfast will be ready soon."

Caleb nosed his dad's armpit, taking in the manly scent that he had grown up with his entire life. It was a scent that was smeared all over his fur as the big bear had claimed him and his brother over and over, day after day, year after year. With the heavenly aroma refreshed in his memory, the wolf headed over to the wooden table, built by him and Lance when they were old enough to wield power tools. Almost all the furniture was built by their bare paws. Paul had built the foundations of the homestead and over the years, he had added more to it using the wood he cut down. Those that he couldn't make himself like the stove, lighting or electronics he bought using the wood he sold as an independent lumberjack. His crowning glory was the vibro-blade axe that he had mounted over the mantle in the lounge.

They supported themselves on the wood they sold and the mountain farm that they managed. Rarely did they ever have any surplus from their farm to sell and their entire income came from chopping wood. Given the number of new lumberjacks that came in, one would think that they'd have a lot of competition but that was not the case. There was always a demand for their lumber.

Moments later, Paul set a stack of pancakes and bacon on the table and the three men dug in, their bare rumps seated on the polished wooden furniture that Caleb had made.

The meal was as scrumptious as ever and Caleb happily ate without complaint. He pondered what today might hold. Already he knew he needed to tend to the farm and they wouldn't need to cut down any wood. Dad still needed to bring the latest shipment to town. He became excited at the thought of some newcomer rolling up to their house. That was always fun.

Lance shovelled the pancakes into his muzzle like a monster and in his recklessness, a bit of syrup landed in his thick chest hair. Caleb grinned and tapped his brother on the shoulder. The bigger wolf turned to him, mismatched eyes filled with curiosity. He just leaned down and ran his tongue over where the syrup had landed, cleaning his brother effectively. Even with his muzzle full of pancakes, Lance moaned and guided Caleb's lips tenderly towards his nipple. Caleb gave him a few tender licks before pulling away and returning to his own breakfast.

"Caleb..." Paul began after a few moments.

It was his turn to give the quizzical look as Paul leaned down and licked his cheek. The big bear then pushed their lips together and Caleb could taste the syrup on his father's tongue. He let out a moan and his dad's strong body pressed up against his own, his cock rising.

This was not one of those moments when the dining table was a sex table, unfortunately. Caleb and Lance went into 'heat' at least twice a year and during that time, they were horny pups that practically sprayed their cum all over the walls. It would not be odd to have Paul come home to find the two boys tied to each other swimming in a pool of their own seed. When Paul went into heat, furniture was destroyed in his almost demonic lust.

When the meal was ended, Paul began packing up the dishes. "You boys get cleaned up at the lake. I'll take the shower. Then I'm off to town to sell our latest lumber. Just take care of the farm until I get back, okay?"

"And if any newcomers come riding up?" Lance asked.

"You know what to do," Paul replied with a wink.

The boys grinned, tails wagging excitedly. Though being in their mid-twenties, they were still eager pups as they hurried out of their homestead naked. A little ways away from the wooden home, there was a large lake fed by a powerful river from up in the mountains. The cool, crisp, crystal clear waters offered much relief during the summer months and entertainment in winter. It was also where the boys tended to bathe because Paul's home had been built for one. They had talked about doing expansion but given the fact that they slept together in the same bed all the time, there didn't seem to be any purpose.

Caleb was the first in the water, diving in with a loud 'Yahoo'. The cool water was refreshing and washed away all evidence of the previous night's events. He allowed himself to just soak in the lake under water for a little longer. Only when his lungs began to burn for oxygen did he scramble for the surface. He breached the still surface of the lake, throwing his head back and scattering droplets from his wavy, messy, brown hair.

"Fuck I needed that..." he rumbled.

When he didn't get a reply, he looked around for Lance. His older brother was nowhere to be seen on the lakeshore. Strong paws suddenly seized his waist and a muzzle wrapped around his sheath, a warm tongue lapping at the fuzzy opening and coaxing his cock out. He let out a soft moan, toes curling in pleasure. Lance came up a moment later, mashing their lips together in a loving union.

Neither of them spoke and they swam back to the shore. Lance lay back on his firm rump and paws while Caleb lurked, half submerged in the water. Cupping some of the clean lake waters in his paws, Caleb gently showered Lance's legs, rubbing the water into his fur to get every inch of his body. When he came to his brother's balls, he lovingly caressed them, bringing a soft moan from the larger wolf.

A soft rustling met Caleb's ears and he turned towards the forest. Lance glanced over as well, wrapping a protective arm around his shoulders. A moment later, a young male stepped out, leaves in his hair, cuts all over his chestnut brown fur and panic in his blue eyes. He was a stag, a young one perhaps in his early twenties like the two wolves. Like many of the newcomers, he was dressed in an odd black shirt and pants with the emblem of a shield over his breast pocket and the word 'AEGIS' on it. His feet were covered by heavy boots.

"Uh... hey..." began to deer, regarding the two larger wolves. "You two... erm... You two wouldn't happen to know where I am, would you?"

Caleb exchanged glances with Lance and the two wolves smiled. It seemed that they had a little extra meal to go with breakfast today.

"You're in our mountains, stranger," Caleb greeted, rising up from the shore. In encounters like this, he was always the first to meet the newcomers. He was the most sociable and likeable. Lance and Paul tended to intimidate people with their size and hairiness. "We call this place the Lumberyard. Everyone on their way comes through here."

The stag looked confused, scratching behind his ear. "Everyone?"

Caleb stepped up to the stag and flicked a leaf sitting just atop the male's spikey, blonde hair. "Yep. You're not the first to come through here..." Showing infinite confidence, Caleb reached towards the stag's shirt and pulled out a pair of dogtags. "... Oak. Nice name."

"My name is Ian Oak," the stag said. He looked at Caleb with a strange expression caught between recognition and confusion. "I feel like... I know you from somewhere but..."

"I get that all the time. I just have one of those faces." Caleb grinned and wrapped a paw around Oak's shoulders. He guided him over to the lake where Lance watched in anticipation. His bigger brother still had his back turned to the deer likely to hide his raging erection. What would come next was always fun. "My name is Caleb. Caleb Booyan and that there is my brother, Lance. We were just taking a bath in the lake. Why don't you join us? The waters are really refreshing and you look a mess."

Oak glanced around for a couple of moments, confused and seemingly in a daze. "Um... Okay, I guess."

He strode forward, almost in a zombie-like state. The stag didn't say anything as Caleb unzipped his black jacket and tossed it aside with practiced paws. Oak stood only in his white shirt and pants. Blue eyes widened when he saw that Lance was not only completely naked but sported a particularly large hard-on.

"What...?" he began but by then, Caleb had wrapped his arms around the lean male's waist and pressed his muzzle against the corded neck. A few gentle licks was all it took to get the stag to relax. Already, there was a tent forming in his pants.

Caleb gave Lance a wink, indicating that their prey was ready for the next step. His brother got up, towering over Oak. Even as fear flashed before the stag's eyes as the massive wolf blocked out the sun, he didn't flee. He couldn't. Caleb gently took Oak's hand and guided it over to Lance's dick. Without any prompting whatsoever, those slim fingers curled around Lance's throbbing meat.

And Ian Oak was doomed.

The stag let out a loud moan, his cock practically bursting out of his pants and eager to touch Lance's. Caleb's paws curled around his belt, deftly unbuckling it and offering some relief to the bucking male. Lance likewise hooked the white shirt and lifted it off Oak's head, leaving the male as naked as the two of them.

Caleb eagerly pressed his hardening dick between the stag's tight butt cheeks. He adored how every newcomer was always so fit and strong. His paws roved Oak's strong abdominals; a little soft but that would soon change. With a little bit of pressure, he pushed Oak's form forward. The stag's dick pressed up against Lance's and Oak immediately curled his fingers around both.

Lance let out a rumble of approval, his strong paws taking hold of Oak's waist. The bigger wolf thrust his hips forward and Oak's instinct was immediately to thrust back in return. The exchange was established and with a bit more prodding, Oak was bucking back with equal ferocity. The constant pounding made Caleb grin as Oak's tight ass squeezed down on his emerging cock. His precum became pouring out of his dick, sliding into Oak's ass crack. The stag's tufted tail was quivering excitedly. Caleb gave his brother a nod and slowly angled his member into Oak's ass. The moment the tip of his pointed, twelve-inch member pushed into that ass, Oak's transformation truly began.

The athletic stag's mouth fell open slack and his eyelids began to flutter. A rising moan rose from his throat, an almost ghostly and haunted noise. His entire body went into autopilot as he grabbed the back of Lance's waist and pulled him towards himself encouraging the heated thrusting. With each second, Caleb's dick sank deeper and deeper into the stag's ass, precum pouring out of the virgin hole like a waterfall.

Caleb's paws shifted up towards the stag's nipples and he gave them both a powerful twist. Like hitting an 'on' switch, Oak's chest swelled abruptly. Two enormous pectorals suddenly consumed his chest, pushing up against Lance's own pecs. A light coating of blonde chest hair sprang up across the thick mounds, quickly cascading down towards his abs. Caleb followed the flow. He loved the feeling of hard muscle growing beneath his fingertips. It made him salivate as each ab thickened and grew, filling his paws with raw, steel-like muscle.

The already strong buns wrapped around his cock became like steel vices, growing, hardening and squeezing down on his dick, begging for more. Caleb held on for dear life as the stag's back filled with mass. Lean muscles filled up with hard steel that pushed up against chestnut brown fur. Lats ballooned out and a spine rose up a good foot to put the stag at eyelevel with Lance. Caleb pushed his nose against the hard valley of the stag's back, tongue worshiping every inch of the mountainous plains.

Lance wrapped a paw around the back of Oak's head and pulled him into a steaming hot kiss. A moan rose from both of their throats, echoed by Caleb's own lusty noises. The former agent's legs thickened into tree-trunk stands, his balls hanging low in his furry sheath like big, plump fruit. A dick already strained to the limit stretched and grew to the sound of tensing leather, rising to an incredible thirteen inches and spewing precum like a fountain. Oak's feet exploded out of his boots, his toes curling in delight as Caleb continued to plough him from behind.

All his blonde hair took on a wilder, coarser texture. The spikey, militaristic cut he wore grew out, long strands covering tumbling past his ears and cheeks. The hairs under armpits stuck out no matter what angle he was viewed from, giving a contrast against his brown fur. Bands of blonde crossed his heavy forearms. A lighter fuzz covered his legs, outlining every crease his muscles made along his body.

Oak's blue eyes suddenly fluttered open and there was one last look of panic across them before a haze descended upon his psyche. His mind was pushed down from his head, travelling down his thick neck and through his barrel chest. Every breath from his tremendous lungs pushed what had once been Ian Oak cascading down the washboard abdominals before settling securely in his balls. Then, an intense pressure began to build in his groin. The three males all let out a feral cry and Ian Oak's dick erupted in joy. Hot seed blasted out of his cock, joined by that of Lance Booyan. If there had been anything left of Ian inside the enormous, hair, muscular shell, it was washed out by the blast of cum Caleb shot into his ass.

The big stag's cry quickly died and a dopey, almost dumb grin grossed his features as he settled into a new life, a new personality and a new existence. Lance's cock continued to shoot seed all over Ian's body and where the cum landed, splotches of fabric began to appear. His seed miraculously transformed into a red flannel shirt and a pair of artfully torn denim pants.

Their job done, the two wolves pulled away from Ian, the stag grimacing as Caleb slipped out of his ass. They looked upon their work and grinned.

"How d'ya feel, man?" Lance rumbled.

Oak looked towards him. Though his blue eyes were bright, there was a strange film over them like he was looking through a filter. "Absolutely fan-fucking-tastic." He leaned forward and gave Lance a long, sloppy kiss. Once he was done, he turned to Caleb and gave the shorter wolf a kiss of his own. "Thanks guys." He straightened, flexing his enormous arms. "I feel amazing!"

Caleb grinned and slapped the stag's ass. "Happy to help. You know your way out of here?"

"Like the back of my hand." Ian headed towards the woods, waving back at his newly made friends. "Thanks again!"

Lance and Caleb waved back, beaming with pride.

******

When the two boys returned home, their father was back from his trip. Paul just sat in the lounge room in his flannel shirt and no pants. The two boys grinned at one another as brothers who had never been separated would and took up position on either side of their dad. Paul's massive, muscular arms wrapped around their shoulders, holding them tightly with contentment. They sat in front of the TV. Something was on that they really didn't pay attention to. The lounge room smelled of Paul's dominating musk and was filled with his trophies over the years including his shiny axe which hung over the fireplace mantle.

"We had a newcomer find us at the lake, dad," Caleb said excitedly. "We brought him in."

"Atta boy," Paul said, kissing his son's forehead lovingly. "Hope you saved something for me." He reached down and squeezed Caleb's crotch, making the young wolf moan softly.

"There'll be more, dad," Lance said happily. "I get the feeling today will be a busy day."

And he was certainly right.

Just before lunch, another two newcomers came in, knocking at their door and asking for help. Like Oak, they were dressed in those black uniforms, were lost, confused and unsure what was going on. The Booyans invited them in, offered them comfort and then fucked their brains out - literally.

The first of them as a small, scrawny mouse who while he appeared physically fit, looked more fit for clerical duties than the soldier-like look the others wore. Caleb enjoyed passing the guy around amongst his brother and father like a used condom. The guy was resistant when he was first fucked by the smallest of the Booyans but after he came and show out the first fragments of who he had been, he was far less against the changes. By the time he got to Paul, he was practically begging for the change. His hulking, muscular form left the wooden home wearing only a white wife beater and a pair of torn denim shorts that hugged his large, thick thighs.

The last guy was more than willing and the moment he saw the three husky men, he fell to his knees and begged to be fucked. Caleb eagerly obliged him and both he and Lance spit-roasted the guy while Paul watched from the lounge, stroking his own massive dick while the human transformed into a true image of masculinity. Like all the others, he left the Booyans with a grateful smile, a glaze over his eyes and a simplistic grin breaking through the thick, dark beard he wore.

Just as they were finishing up lunch, there was another knock.

"Fuck, I'm gonna run out of cum at this rate," Lance laughed softly. None of them saw any point in wearing any clothes and the house stank of their escapades.

Caleb leapt to his feet and hurried towards the door, tail wagging in excitement.

When he opened it...

"Ah! What the fuck!"

Brilliant white light came spilling into the house and he saw two figures silhouetted against it. Paul and Lance both got to their feet from the dining table, shielding their eyes from the light.

"Caleb!" Bren exclaimed, stepping into the house.

Back to being his slim, feline self, Bren was shocked to see the transformation that had hit both Shifter and Feral Fang. His eyes darted to Paul and he bared his fangs in a growl. "Lumberjack..."

Sam's calm paw fell on his shoulder. The wolf was now dressed entirely differently and there was an air of... authority about him. White armour clung to his form, the edges trimmed with gold. A cape tumbled off his shoulders with the underside looking like a panning vision of the cosmos. He took no pains to hide his chain wings this time around and his eyes possessed the same odd, eight-pointed pupils.

"Who...?" Caleb began. "What the fuck are you!?"

Bren rushed forward and seized the wolf's shoulders. "Caleb, listen to me! None of this is real! You've got to snap out of it!"

"What? Get the hell off me!" He brushed away Bren's paws and staggered back, bumping into Paul. He immediately positioned himself defensively in front of his family. "Dad... Who the hell are these guys?"

Sam's alien eyes narrowed. "Curious." His voice alone shook the entire cabin like an earthquake had struck. Bren gave the black wolf a terrified look and Sam lifted a finger as he adjusted.

"It seems that this pocket dimension has become an amalgam of all of their desires."

His voice echoed in their minds, in their very souls. Hearing it, seeing this alien being, made Caleb's tail tuck between his legs.

"What the hell are you talking about, you freak!?" Lance snarled.

"Lance, you are perfectly normal here. You are not a four-armed hulking wolf. You're normal." Sam's eyes turned to Paul. "Paul, you have a caring, loving family but you still have a rather villainous streak that you enjoy. And lastly, Caleb..." His eyes fell on the smallest of the Booyan family. "You have two strapping men to whom you can make love to constantly and who give you a sense of stability, a past and a strong foundation."

Bren growled and pulled a handgun from his waist, levelling it at Paul. "Well this fantasy is over. Sorry Lumberjack."

Sam's paw rested on the muzzle of the gun, forcing downwards.

"Paul, somewhere in your house, there's an item of immense power. You don't know about it consciously but you can feel it in your heart."

"You're crazy," Paul growled. "I ain't got nothing like that." He wrapped his arms around his two sons tightly. "I only got my boys."

"You and I both know that's not true, Paul. You've got more than that. You don't need the power of the Sceptre or Essence of Man to get what you want. You were the supervillain known as the Lumberjack. You could take whatever you wanted even if you were met with opposition."

"Supervillain!?" the big bear exclaimed incredulously. "Do ya even hear yourself?"

"Don't encourage him, Sam," Bren growled. "Let me just pop one in his head and we can search his place for the Essence ourselves."

Sam glanced towards the furious tiger. Having his identity violated was not something anyone would take lightly and Bren was steaming with rage. The No One, however, just returned a calm look. Bren held onto his handgun tightly but didn't do much else.

"Paul," Sam continued. "Think_very _hard. How did you get here? Where is your family? Your mother? Your father? How did you get this big? Logically, after finding two abandoned pups, shouldn't you have contacted the authorities? Where do all the people go after you've changed them? In fact, have you ever questioned why you're capable of changing them?"

The red-head bear grunted and took a threatening step forward, pushing past Caleb. "I don't know who the fuck you think you are but you get off my property, now!"

"No. Not until you open your eyes and realise that all of this is just some sexual fantasy that's harming your world, the real world."

"Are you telling me none of this is real?" Caleb snarled, fangs bared. Lightning fast, he crossed the distance between himself and Sam and suddenly seized the arm of the winged wolf. He slammed a fist against Sam's forearm with enough force to hear bone crack. "Are you telling me that wasn't real?"

Oddly enough, Sam didn't even flinch.

"Back off, pup!" Bren shouted, levelling his gun at Caleb's forehead.

Sam lifted his other paw, beckoning for Bren to stand down. "Caleb,"_he said softly, gently, _"you lost your memories. Your body was experimented on and the next time you woke, you had the ability to change shape and form thanks to different types of serums handed to you. You never once questioned your role in AEGIS. You were Secret Agent Shifter. No one else. But no matter how much you deny it, no matter how much sex you have, how available you make yourself, you cannot deny that you've always felt like you don't belong. You don't know who your family is. You tell yourself that you've moved on from that but you're still searching for a family even if it wasn't the one that gave you life initially. You've always felt like you're an... outsider."

Caleb let out a cry and pulled away from Sam, clutching his temples. "Aaaagh! Stop it! Stop it!"

"Caleb!" Lance roared and stormed forward. His mighty fist came crashing down on Sam's face. A thunderclap erupted in the cabin. Sam stared calmly at tower Lance even though his head was forced twist aside and Lance's knuckles were embedded into his chin. A small dribble of blood seeped between his lips.

Terror crossed Lance's features and he took a step back. His paw felt like he had hit a brick wall and his knuckled began throbbing with pain. "Awww, motherfucker!"

"You've always fought to keep yourself under control, Lance," Sam said calmly. "Your own father tried to contain you. Treated you like a monster. The military chased you across the country as you went on your rampages. No matter what good you did, they still tried to capture you because you were deemed too dangerous. Only when AEGIS caught up with you were you offered a chance at stability and a home. But in your heart, you always felt that it was just another cage. A roomier cage but it was still a cage. You want to be free on your own terms."

Lance's features scrunched up in agony and he fell to his knees. "No... No!" he repeated over and over again. "No!"

"Stop it!"

BAM!

Even as a number of pellets shredded through Sam's armour, ripping into his leg, the wolf didn't flinch. Paul froze, the shotgun in his hand still smoking. "What the fuck are you...?"

"I am someone here to help." Same reached out with his last free, undamaged paw. "Paul, you ran away from home. You became a thug, a crime lord and eventually a supervillain. But your heart will always return to your home, to cutting wood, to living off the land and existing in solitude from the rest of the world. You've fought your entire life for that way of living and when the world refused to let you live like that, you lashed out. You never wanted to return to your family but you simply wanted to find a place where you could be the best lumberjack you could be by any means necessary."

Paul began to shake, tears welling up in his eyes. The shotgun dropped from his paws and he just stared at Sam dumbstruck.

"S... Sam...?" he croaked.

The blonde haired wolf smiled. "That's right, Paul."

"What's...?" Paul wiped his tears away. "What's going on...?"

"You've become a nexus for the power of the Essence of Man. Those machines that turned your henchmen into beings like you was based around you. You were the basis, the core. Even though the Essence was extracted from you, you were still touched by the processes. The relationship you share with Caleb and Lance triggered that power and now, you're dragging everyone in the Facility into this little pocket dimension. Those are the 'newcomers' you three continuously greet and then transform into lumberjack-like men."

"Oh fuck... No..."

"We can still stop this, Paul. Just tell me where the source of your power is."

The Lumberjack squeezed his eyes shut and shook his head. "Fuck... I don't know! I can't... I don't even remember how the fuck I got here. I just remember waking up every day, making breakfast for my boys then going out on a trip somewhere... I don't even remember dropping off the lumber or where I go! It's just a blur!"

Caleb peered up at Sam, his features contorted in pain. "Sam... I think... I think I know." He pointed towards the lounge. "Dad's axe... It's... It's his vibro-blade axe!"

Sam nodded and hobbled towards the lounge room. He found the axe Caleb mentioned and plucked it from where it rested. The power that emanated from it was clearly that of the Creator's but it was tainted... Mortal desire had forged it and was not using it to create a storm of transformations. Through it, he could sense that the wielder of the Sceptre was inflicting the changes upon others and then sending those lumberjacks out to further spread the influence. He wouldn't be able to track it without stepping on a few toes but at the very least, he could destroy the vortex currently swirling over the Facility and save lives.

But that would mean shattering this version of paradise.

The axe in his one good paw, he turned around to face the family before him and Bren.

"I am sorry," he said, his voice again shaking the very cabin.

Then he squeezed on the axe.

******

Caleb gasped and immediately sat up on his sweaty, cum-soaked bed. His body felt... odd. Bigger, beefier... hairier. He glanced down at his chest and saw that tuft of brown fur sticking out between the cleft of his pectorals. Following the lines of his body, he saw the hairy protrusions at the back of his feet. Lance snorted awake a moment later and Paul's snores cut off a second after him. Both men sat up, glancing around in shock.

They heard someone hit the ground and they became aware of the two other men in the room. Bren was holding onto Sam who was lying on his back, one arm lying limply by his side, a leg shredded open and bleeding and coughing up blood.

Caleb was scrambling off the bed and rushing towards the wolf. "Sam!"

Barely conscious, Sam gave him a crooked smile. "Welcome back..."

Then he slipped into unconsciousness.

"What happened!?" Caleb demanded, looking to Bren. "Did we just dream that whole being in the cabin thing?"

Bren shook his head grimly. "No. Because you three fucked like wild rabbits despite warnings not to do so, you began turning everyone in the Facility into lumberjacks! I was being turned into a real tiger and one of you fucking brutes! But Sam managed to catch up with me and stopped the changes. He then convinced me to let myself get dragged in because I would eventually be brought to you guys in your little fantasy land. He followed me there and that's where we met you and put an end to your fucked up sex dream!"

The synth was clearly furious.

"I'm sorry..." Caleb murmured, his ears folding back. "I didn't know..."

"Whatever." He grunted as his arms transformed into slick, silver cords and gently wrapped around Sam's body. "Help me get him to the medical wing. He needs treatment, ASAP!"

******

"What the fuck were you three thinking!?"

Director Sanchez was furious. Even more so now that he had to get custom clothing again to fit his new form. He grew another foot or so, placing him at an intimidating 11 feet tall and with thick hairs all over his body. He sported a rather handsome goatee but that only accentuated his fury.

"I told you two not to fuck!" he pointed an accusing finger at Paul and Lance.

"You're not the boss of me, Sanchez," Paul snarled.

The towering hyena loomed over the smaller bear with a growl. "You turned me and half of the Facility into fucking, bucking lumberjacks! Even now, I'm trying to stop myself from making 'redwood' jokes before bending you over and using you like a fucking fleshlight!"

"I'd like to see you try."

Sanchez snarled at him and glanced towards Caleb, his piercing stare sending Shifter reeling back. "And what the hell were you doing encouraging them!?"

"Don't blame him," Lance said, stepping forward. "Paul and I needed to work out some tension between us and... well..."

"It led to you two fucking," concluded the AEGIS Director. "Fan-fucking-tastic!" He threw his gargantuan paws in the air. "Now half of the Facility have been turned into lunatics who just want to chop wood and fuck one another like crazy while swimming in maple syrup! Just what the fuck happened in that fantasy land of yours!?"

"You... uh... You weren't pulled in?" Caleb squeaked softly.

"No. And thank God for that. Thank God Doc Newman wasn't either. He's treating Sam now." Sanchez's features softened slightly which really only meant a single wrinkle easing on his brow. "He's going to make it."

Caleb sighed in relief and bowed his head in shame. It was worse since he got his 'debriefing' in his own quarters which still smelled of sex. "Why did he get hurt...?"

"Sam isn't like you or me," Sanchez growled. "You all have dimensional counterparts. Counterparts that you've now fused with. He doesn't have that. There's only one instance of him no matter what universe he enters. Damage he sustains in one, he keeps in all."

"Then why didn't he just dodge our attacks or fight back?"

"Because if he did, you'd all be dead." The hyena glowered at them. "As far as I understand it, because there's only one of him, he can't just hijack the body of his counterpart or merge with his counterpart like everyone else. He's bound to the laws of our multiverse when entering your pocket dimension. It's like he's trying to squeeze himself through a funnel and if he put himself entirely in there, it'd cause the whole place to collapse."

"Like when he used his real voice..." Lance murmured softly. "Caused the whole damn place to shake..."

"Fucking stupid of him," rumbled Paul. "But... also brave."

"You owe him your thanks," Sanchez sneered. Then his features lightened entirely. "We all do." A soft beeping came from his wristwatch and he brought it up to his eyes. A small image of Shark Tamer appeared on the screen. "What is it?"

"Legion is awake, sir. He's still recovering but he's awake."

"Good. I'll be right down." The hulking hyena glowered at the three. "You better come with me. The very least you owe him is to be there when he wakes up."

Caleb ducked his head and just followed the massive Director of AEGIS through the hallways, down the lift and to the medical ward where Sam was again interred. The black wolf looked terrible, pale and a little gaunt. His leg was held up and heavily bandaged while his arm was in a cast. He had lost a lot of blood but his eyes were still bright and full of life. Bren was there with him and so was Al. The feline synth stared daggers at Paul as they entered though Sanchez had to fight to squeeze himself into the room.

"How're you feeling, Sam?" the one-eyed hyena asked.

"Better," Sam mumbled softly, his voice hoarse. "My leg hurts the most. Though my jaw also hurts." He gave Lance a lopsided grin. "You got a hell of right jab there, Fang."

Lance lowered his gaze, unable to meet Sam's eyes. "Yeah... Sorry about that..."

"You didn't know."

"It shouldn't have happened..." Paul rumbled. "We... I... shouldn't have been so... hormonal."

Sam surprised them all by laughing brightly. "Don't look at this like it's a negative, guys. We managed to destroy the link Paul had to the Essence of Man! I didn't even think that Paul still had a strong connection to it or that it was even possible for the current wielder of the Sceptre to reach out through carnal acts of sex and influence everyone else around them. This is a win!"

"But... you're..." Paul couldn't finish the sentence.

"Battle scars," Sam answered with a shrug. "Besides, I'm a super. I'll be up and running in a couple of days. Just you wait."

Sanchez nodded grimly. "Glad to hear it, Legion. You're a brave soldier. Take another day off after you get back on your feet. You deserve it." He began to turn. "Now if you'll excuse me, I have some troops to debrief. And _not_in the kinky kind."

The hyena lumbered out of the room, his heavy footsteps audible as he stomped away.

Once he was gone, Caleb finally felt it was socially acceptable to move to Sam and grip his good paw comfortingly. "I'm so sorry about what happened... I'm... I'm sorry about turning all those guys as well..."

Sam squeezed his paw back. "Hey. I'm sorry about spouting all that 'from the soul' crap as well. I know it's the truth and I know it hurts but that's not an indication to change. Those weren't criticisms. Those were statements about who you are. You weren't that happy little incestuous family who fucked strangers like a bunch of horny, redneck serial killers who committed identity rape instead of the regular kind. I just needed to shock you back into realising who you were."

Caleb gave him a shaky smile. "Thanks though. Thanks for saving us. I mean it." He glanced over his shoulder at Paul and Lance. "We all do."

"You owe him more than just your thanks," growled Bren, still glowering at Paul. "He risked his life for all of you. Do you have any idea what would happen if he were to die?"

"Bren," Sam said calmly. "Come on."

The tiger huffed and glared daggers straight at the bear. "You've been a bad influence on our team since you popped up. I have half a mind to lock you up, ship you off halfway across the world and have you executed!"

"No!" Caleb cried in unison with Lance.

Paul was unperturbed. "Then why don't you, kitty cat?"

Bren snarled at him but as he turned to Sam, his features softened.

"Because despite what Bren says," Sam said, a gentle smile on his muzzle, "you're actually a good influence on the team. In that reality, all three of you contributed to the universe and the laws of the dimension equally. Paul gave it shape and form, Lance filled it with love and affection while Caleb introduced wild, carnal sex. I won't say it was perfect especially given the sinister purpose behind its use that you guys were blissfully unaware of and which no one blames you for, right Bren?"

He shot a stare at the synth who just rolled his eyes and growled.

"But what you crafted there was beautiful," Sam concluded. "And what you three share is equally beautiful. I'm curious where you take it. As I've said, don't take what I said as a criticism." He smiled warmly at them. "Everyone writes their own stories in their own ways. While others can guide and suggest, you are responsible for your own happiness. No one else."

"You're just being nice..." Paul mumbled.

"Damn straight he is," Bren growled. He stormed past Paul. "I'm going to leave before I put a bullet between your eyes. Get well soon, Sam. I'll visit every day."

Then he was gone.

"Just let him cool off," Sam chuckled softly. "Honestly, he's just using me as an excuse to mask the fact that you guys nearly took away his identity and turned him into a lumberjack. As a synth, he's quite proud of the personality he's crafted for himself. Having someone easily erase that and replace it with an amalgam of him and another against his will... Well..." Sam shrugged and turned towards Shark Tamer. "Speaking of, how's the whole being a hairy, burly shark doc?"

Alphonse Newman shrugged absently and flexed his meaty bicep. "I must admit, it is quite entertaining being my own anatomical reference."

Caleb managed to crack a smile on that.

"But I do miss my old body," the doctor said. "It is the body that I was born with, that I grew up with and one that I lived with. I would like it back."

"Is there even a way to do that?" Lance sulked.

"Actually..." Newman stepped towards Sam, giving him a rather awkward smile. "I've been thinking... Our foe seems rather obsessed with the idea of turning the entire population of the world into hypersexualised _male_specimens of various clichés."

"I gathered that, yeah," Sam said.

"So... I was wondering if the only way to possibly undo what the bastard's plot is to go against his plot. The last line in the description you translated spoke of a 'free hand'. And I was wondering if that actually meant that to release someone from the grip of the spell, someone unaffected by it would have to pleasure a subject to completion."

"You mean like women?" Paul asked, his face twisting in a look of repulsion. "Sorry Doc. But I'm not letting a bitch hold onto my junk."

"I don't think we could rely on that either," answered Alphonse. "I mean, I fear that women are being replaced by male counterparts as well. I have no evidence but I've got a hunch. We need another 'free hand'."

Caleb shook his head grimly. "Sorry Doc. I'm pretty sure even trannies would be affected and I doubt you'll convince any guy that's turned lumberjack to turn into a woman to save everyone else."

"No, no, no," Shark Tamer said, shaking his head. "I'm not talking about gender lines. I'm talking more... Philosophical... or perhaps... theocratic..." His eyes went to Sam and the blonde haired wolf's eyes widened.

"Oh you've got to be shitting me..." Sam whimpered. "Are you suggesting...?"

"Well... You're unaligned, right?" Newman said with a shrug. "You're undefined by our multiverse. You're unaffected by the Sceptre of Man because of this and that _technically_means you're a 'free hand'. So..."

"Doc..." Lance began, trying to fight the grin on his face. "If you're suggesting that Sam has get in bed with very man in the world..."

"Oh this is going to be fun," Paul rumbled, cracking his knuckles ominously.

"I saved your life!" Sam exclaimed, throwing his free paw into the air.

The big bear leaned down towards Sam, his lips hovering over the wolf's ears. "And I plan to thank you... by making sweet, toe-curling, heart-pounding, mind-blowing love to you."

Caleb was already imagining Sam sandwiched between all three of them, hot sweaty bodies coiled in pleasure. Then he imagined every man in the world piled on top of one another, flesh roiling in orgasm and cum everywhere. If the Apocalypse were to come, he wouldn't mind it 'coming' like that.

"I don't think he actually has to have sex with you," Newman said. "Just make you climax and -"

Caleb pressed a finger against Shark Tamer's lips. "Ssssh, doc. Don't ruin the moment."

Sam whimpered.