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Carl should have known that something like this was going to happen.

His inner senses had been buzzing for a while that day, but as he was so focused on both decoding the lectures of the previous hour and his own grumbling stomach, the younger lycanthrope had completely ignored what his subconscious voice had been screaming at him. It seemed that now he would had to pay the price for his ignorance, as while chatting with a pair of students from his advance pokemon biology class he had been tackled by what felt like a furry brick wall. The other two yelped and then immediately jumped away in fear as Carl was forced onto his back by a hundred plus pound growling pokemon who bore down on him with a frightfully intense crimson glare. It actually took the young man a moment to realize what exactly was going on, but once his brain was able to put two and two together he was left gaping like a magikarp up at the massive red and white wolf who growled down angrily at him.

“How did you…" was as far as he got into his inquiry before he suddenly found his throat taken into strong jowls. The instant the young college student felt pressure being applied to his windpipe all thought left his mind as a strange white void overcame his senses.

When the midnight lycanroc was sure that the weaker male wasn't going to try anything he pulled his drool slick fangs away from the beta's neck and then rolled his nose down the other's front. A few brave students attempted to go over to try and help Carl but all of them were met with a bone chilling snarl for their efforts, the likes of which made the hairs on severals adventurous human's necks flair upwards. Once it was clear that the humans were going to keep back the rock type pokemon returned to sniffing the passive beta who laid before him. A snuff and then a sneeze later found the midnight lycanroc growling in annoyance as the smell of cotton fabric clotted the wolf pokemon's nostrils.

The nameless pokemon didn't think twice about what to do about this situation.

All of the students present watched with bated breath as the red and white canine raised one massive paw up to the sky, black talons winking within the light of the midday afternoon, only to then bring it down with quick effortless ease as he began to tear the offending clothing off from around Carl's body. Ironically enough, despite the aggressive display that the nearly six foot tall bipedal wolf showcased the accuracy for which his claws utilized was like that of a professional chef cutting into a piece of meat as strips of fabric flew throughout the air, yet all the while not a single mark was left along the length of Carl's quivering body. It was only once Carl's chest, groin, and legs were laid bare before the world that the midnight lycanroc stopped trying to eviscerate what remained of the beta's clothes. A number of catcalls and other lewd remarks were sent around as some students began to point and laugh while others, more specifically those who knew anything about canine pokemon behavior, began to scramble to get out their notepads to document what was happening there on campus.

The midnight lycanroc paid the humans around him no mind as he looked down to see if the beta was still caught within a daze of submissive obedience from his bite. Once it was clear that the pale skinned lycanthrope was still on cloud nine the rock type pokemon grunted in dominance and then went about licking over the other's body with his broad wet tongue. A slow sweep of the warm gooey muscle across tender flesh caused shivers to run throughout Carl's body before pleading moans ghosted free from the more submissive male's mouth. The midnight lycanroc had seen this before in lower ranking males within his old pack and so paid the trembling lycanthrope's reactions little mind as he sought to remove the scent of the other alpha from his beta's body. It was that scent which was currently driving the red and white wolf to behave so aggressively; thoughts of the were-lucario who had nearly killed him and then taken away the beta who had saved his life made the rock type pokemon's glowing eyes burn even hotter with anger. Working his tongue down the soles of the beta's feet, Carl's shoes having been ripped free during the midnight lycanroc's frantic clawing over his clothing, on up to his sex the nameless rock type pokemon sought to erase every drop of scent for which the other alpha had placed upon his beta. Because that was what Carl was now, and just as soon as he marked the other with his musk, both inside and out, he planned to make that fact permanent within both the beta and were-lucario's mind.

Laving over the taunt orbs in between Carl's legs on up to the growing stalk of flesh covered by dense clumps of golden fur the midnight lycanroc could smell the faint aroma of midnight lycanroc within the beta's pores, but found that it was weaker than he would have liked. More than likely because the other had been semi-marked beforehand. That would change soon enough. Drawing himself further up the beta's abdomen to his chest and throat, paying special attention to the small buds which perked underneath the heat of his tongue, on finally up to the pale human face which stared up in a daze towards the sun the red and white lycanroc made sure to wash down every inch of the whimpering lycanthrope until Carl was literally glistening underneath the warm midday sun's rays.

Once he made a quick sweep of across Carl's nose, cheeks, and ears the midnight lycanroc pulled back to survey his handiwork, his stubby fluff of a tail wagging behind him triumphantly as he did so.

Covered head to toe in wolf drool Carl looked like a shiny statue as he laid upon the grass while blinking up to the cloud covered sky. It was only when a chilly breeze blew across his body that the college student's mind snapped back into focus. Pulling himself up, very slowly so as not to agitate the untamed rock type pokemon, the black haired lycanthrope placed himself within a folded leg position, hands covering his groin so as not to expose himself any further than he already had to the world, which, at this point, could have been called a pointless gesture, and then stared up into the face of the red and white wolf looming above him. Nothing was said either by either male as the two shared a moment of nonverbal understanding between one another.

A growl silently tore through the air when the midnight lycanroc drew nose to nose with Carl in an attempt to enforce his will upon the other. However, despite the contest of silent force being pounded against the wall of his mind the naked college student refused to lower his eyes before the growly alpha male. This, in turn, caused the red and white wolf to push his head even further into the Carl's face, his lips lifting up over his yellowed teeth in a display which could only be called a show of warning, and yet despite this Carl's will refused to waiver. Instead, the pale skinned lycanthrope continued to hold the other's gaze, his unblinking stare sending very confusing signals into the midnight lycanroc's mind.

Now, at this point, the midnight lycanroc would have chastised the subordinate male with a quick whack of his paws, as he had done numerous times within his old pack, yet something prevented him from doing so. Perhaps because he had not established himself as alpha to the other yet the beta felt that he was still in some position of power. Well that would easily be remedied. Reaching out with his clawed hand to grasp the pale skinned lycanthrope's shoulder he gripped the other's shoulder, red welts drawing up over the delicate flesh, the midnight lycanroc let out a warning bark but before he could do anything more Carl said…

“No."

Which then immediately made the alpha wolf jerk back in surprise.

“You can't do that here."

The midnight lycanroc cocked his head to the side at that. His understanding of the human language was, at best, quite limited, however, the tone and body language Carl displayed spoke volumes to the red and white wolf.

“This isn't the sort of place where things like this are ok." Carl said with the same level of patience one would use when speaking to a child who had just drawn on the walls of a public courthouse.

For seconds on end time seemed to stand still as nothing moved there within the campus. Then, without prompt or warning, the midnight lycanroc sheathed his fangs and then pulled back to stare somewhat bewildered at the beta. To say that this had never happened before would have been an understatement for the rock type pokemon, as those within his old pack regarded his actions as law and would immediately back down from trying to contest his will when he showed such agitation before them. And yet the beta in front of him seemed not to have any issue with challenging him, or rather, standing firm in the face of his authority despite being at an obvious disadvantage. The midnight lycanroc didn't know what to do in the scenario, yet it was quickly put out of his mind when a steel hard fist drilled itself into the side of his noggin.

The entire campus watched in shocked awe as one hundred plus pounds of bipedal wolf went flying through the air several feet before bouncing like a red and white rubber ball across the ground. Fortunately for the rock type pokemon his entire life had been fraught with nothing but battle after battle, and so he was able to quickly recover during the third bounce. Flipping himself up and then swinging his body so that he could anchor one of massive paws into the ground the dazed wolf shook his head before turning his face upwards in order to see what it was that had clocked him. What the other saw made his lips curl upwards and his eyes sparkle with red hot rage.

To say that Larc was mad would have been to say that the sun was warm, an understatement of great proportions to be sure, however, that was as far as Carl got in his assessment over his big brother's disposition as he watched his alpha stand between him and the red and white wolf like some kind of hunky guardian angel. With his muscles tensing enough to stretch the fabric of the plaid shirt and blue jeans he was wearing to almost the breaking point it was clear for all to see that Larc was literally at the breaking point of his patience.

Larc had not been pleased to get a video text of what was happening to his younger twin and had literally torn open the door to the mechanic's department to make a beeline for the section of campus where Carl was. Now as he stood between the other alpha and his beta brother Larc was quite ready to rip the red and white wolf's head off as his fingernails both lengthened and then darkened to become obsidian claws which promised death. The only thing that stopped the very clear bloodbath for which was about to take place was the fact that the campus security finally decided that now was the time to take action to stop this.

Thick webbing quickly shot out around the rock type pokemon, dropping him to the ground as he confusedly wrestled against the bindings which were attempting to hold him down.

For his part Larc was able to escape being entangled, but just barely as he jumped out of the way of a spinarak which was crawling into his direction. It was just as the midnight lycanroc fell to the ground and Larc was preparing to step over to the other that Carl jumped up to stop his alpha from doing what he suspected the other wanted. To say that the older twin was annoyed by his sibling's interaction was an understatement, however, when his baby brother began to quietly whisper into his ears to calm down Larc was forced to take a deep breath. The more muscular of the pair reached down to hug his brother close, all the while Carl kept a shy eye on the midnight lycanroc.

For his part the red and white wolf struggled within the silken bonds, his body tensing and flexing to an almost dangerous degree as he did so, yet the webbing held onto him like iron manacles. It was just as the other's body began to expand to telltale proportions that Carl turned from his brother to walk over to the other alpha. The red and white wolf immediately calmed down when the pale skinned lycanthrope knelt down next to whisper soothing words into the the rock type pokemon's floppy ears. It was only when two uniformed humans came over to pick up the bound red and white lupine that Carl pulled himself away from the other, much to the sadness of the obviously scared wolf. Yet no time was given to reassure the other as both Carl and Larc were immediately taken to the disciplinary office and told to wait for someone to come to see them.

“I can't believe that fucker marked you like that!!" Larc growled while using his plaid shirt to wipe off the cooling drool from his younger twin's naked body. “I'm gonna rip his head off and feed it to him for this!!" Carl wanted to say something to try and diffuse his sibling's anger, but having spent several years with the snarly alpha male had taught him to instead allow his twin to vent his frustrations instead of allowing it to explode outwards. It was only after he finally got his younger brother relatively clean that Larc finally calmed down enough to be sociable, though before Carl could get a word in to begin quelling his brother's lingering frustrations he found his right shoulder taken into strong jaws and clamped onto tightly.

“L-Larc...y-you can't do this here!" Carl said even though every instinct in his body was screaming at him to shut up and let his mate do as he willed.

“Mine!!!" The older lycanthrope snarled while driving his lengthening teeth down into to the pale skin of his beta's shoulder hard enough to cause blood to rush out from the puncture marks made by his elongated fangs.

Carl could do nothing more than squirm in the metallic seat he had been forced down into as blinding heat sung throughout his body. Darkening blue eyes looked up at Larc just in time to see the alpha male pull back to look down at him, the elder lycanthrope's own magenta eyes burned like glowing coals as he silently judged his beta. It was only the door to the room coming open that stopped Larc from reaching down take his younger brother's slack jaw into a fierce dominating kiss. Thankfully for Carl his mind forced his body to rush into action as he grabbed his brother's shirt and then wiped it across Larc's shocked face before pulling back hastily tossing it onto his body.

“Am I interrupting something?" the official looking lady in the three piece suit asked as she clopped over to table where the twins were.

“No ma'am." Carl said as he finished buttoning the collar of Larc's now musky smelling shirt.

“Good." the auburn haired woman says as he seats herself down before the two young men. “Now then, would you care to tell me what that little display on the campus grounds was all about, Carl?"

“Just a bit of a misunderstanding is all." he said while nervously chuckling.

“Oh do tell."

“Larc and I," the younger twin said carefully while looking somewhat nervously up at his older sibling whose lips were now tightly pressed together. “we happened to stumble across that midnight lycanroc on our last field trip." Carl swallowed thickly as he thought how to best phrase his next statement. “He...then decided to invite himself into our lives, but it isn't really good at understanding certain things we say." the official looking woman made a sound in the back of her throat yet Carl paid it no mind as he continued on with his story. “I understand that having a wild pokemon on campus is against the policy here, but could you please see fit to place him into our custody? You can also place a demerit onto my record for the slight, since Larc had no idea what was going on." the growl Larc released did not go unnoticed by the woman.

“And why should I do that after the very improper display which is now being uploaded all across the interweb?"

Carl hissed at that but his mouth was working before he could stop and think too deeply on the matter.

“Because the midnight lycanroc hasn't technically done anything to break the rules of the campus, in and of itself." The official looking woman raised her eye at that. “Technically speaking, wild pokemon are not allowed on campus, and thus, there are no rules about what they should and should not do while on campus." The scowl that crossed the auburn haired woman's made made something dark chuckle within the back of Carl's head. “The only ones at fault would be my brother and I, however, if we were to tame, which we are in the process of doing, then all of this would be forgivable, as it could be considered a...misunderstanding on the pokemon's part. And there's nothing in the college policy to cause punishment to be enacted on a pokemon who only had a small scuffle with their owner."

There was silence within the room for several very tense seconds before the auburn haired woman turned her gaze up to the towering Larc who looked as if he could spit acid right at that moment. “And what do you have to say about all of this Larc?"

“My brother is right." those words came out as harsh as rusted metal gears grating against themselves but the woman chose not to say anything because even she could tell that the more muscular brother was very much on the edge of a very explosive rage.

“Alright. Carl, since you seem to have this situation under control we'll go with your suggestion. You and your brother will be demeritted for what happened today, however, if there's another kerfuffle from either of you three this meeting will involve not just myself but the principal. Do I make myself clear?"

“As a z crystal, ma'am!" Carl said while smiling with nervous sincerity.

“Good. Please go to your dorm. The lycanroc will be delivered to your room within the hour." and with that the auburn haired woman lifted herself up from her seat and then turned on her heel to walk out of the room.

Once she was gone Larc instantly turned to his brother, his magenta eyes now bleeding red.

“Larc, think carefully about what just happened and realize how you would have felt if the positions between you and him were reversed." That stopped the tirade which was about to fall from the older twin's lips. “Thank you. Now let's go back to our room and move things around for our new arrival." Before the younger man could think to say anything he soon found himself hoisted up into his more muscular twin's arms. “And what are you doing?"

“You still don't have any pants on." Larc said plainly.

“And so you're plan is to carry me around like a bride during her honeymoon?"

“It's either that or I give you my pants and I walk around naked." Larc said deadpanned.

“Considering what your lower half looks like we'll go with this plan." Carl mumbled as he pressed his face into his older brother's shoulder with a sigh.

“Hmph, you know you enjoy being handled like this." Larc chuckled before getting nipped onto the shoulder.

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An hour after the twins returned to their dorm the door to their room was opened startling Carl from the textbook he had been reading. Turning in his chair the now freshly washed and dressed college student watched as a familiar midnight lycanroc was dumped into their room by very nervous looking campus security who beat a hasty retreat once he confirmed their delivery. Closing the door behind the men now scurrying away Carl looked down at the struggling red and white wolf with a look that boasted nothing short of pity for the wild creature.

As could be expected the rock type pokemon was still incensed over how he had been handled as he snapped and snarled like mad while struggling to get free of the silken threads which clung to his fur like wet moss, yet when he caught scent of Carl coming over to him he immediately calmed down enough to be approachable. A pale hand reached out to turn the bound red and white lupine around before a pair of scissors were brought out to cut through the spinarak's webbing. Once the midnight lycanroc could move again it immediately set itself up onto its legs and then grabbed Carl. The young man kept very still as glowing ruby eyes glared at him before a wet canine muzzle shoved itself against his injured neck. A few sniffs of the slightly healed wound soon found the red and white wolf snarling like mad.

“Calm down." Carl said sternly which made the rock type blanch slightly. A hand reached out to caress one of the other's floppy ears before stroking its way down to the underside of the midnight lycanroc's chin. “I'm alright and so are you now." A happy growl leapt free from the wolf's throat as he butted his head into the beta's face. “There we go. Now then, I want to ask you something," Carl pulled back from the lupine so that the two of them could be eye to eye with one another again. “Do you understand me?" the midnight lycanroc cocked his head to the side slightly. “Ok. You possibly do." Carl licked his lips and then gaped when the midnight lycanroc plopped his tongue into his mouth and then began licking inside of it.

This was the point where Carl's brain once again decided to completely shut down as his inner instincts, which were now overtly overriding his normally unbreakable rationale, decided to kick back in again. As the young lycanthrope felt the rock type pokemon slowly rub his tongue across his teeth Carl found himself snaking his own tongue against the other in a show of playful affection. This pleased the red and white wolf who let out a happy groan as he sought to taste the odd texture that was the inside of the beta's maw. When white paws rose up to wrap around his shoulders Carl found himself being forced back onto the floor as the alpha lupine worked to dominate his being once again. The exchange of tongue lasted for several seconds as the two males writhed against one another in bestial affection before the midnight lycanroc pulled back to pant wetly into the now slightly dazed Carl's face.

It was just as the rock type pokemon was about lean down to mark the left side of the beta's neck that a firm hand reached around the midnight lycanroc's neck to force the other away from the now panting college student. The wolf pokemon was completely confused as to what just happened but realization quickly overcame him as he came face to nose with a familiar entity.

“You've got a lot of balls trying to claim what's mine." Larc snarled in that deadly silent tone that seemed to make the entire room grow chilly. “Maybe I should think about removing them so that we can keep from having this problem."

The midnight lycanroc was unphased by these words as he reached back to sock the other lycanthrope into the face. Blood shot from out of Larc's nose in an arching spray as his face was thrown back from the attack. Seeing an opening the red and white lupine broke free from the black haired were-lucario's hold and then jumped away from the other so as to put himself into an advantageous position to counter whatever attack Larc had planned next.

Larc chuckled as he reached a hand up to his injured nose, wiping the blood away before snorting out a spray of crimson.

Red eyes stared back into magenta as the two alpha males glared at one another, and right before the pair readied themselves to attack one another a slim form sprang up in between them like a bellsprout.

“Hold it!" Carl said making both alphas turn their attention onto him. The younger man coughed to try and clear the dryness from his throat and then attempted to speak. “I think we're going to have to do this another way, because this is not going to work."

“He needs to go. NOW." Larc hissed while baring lengthening fangs at the other alpha. The midnight lycanroc in turn snarled back, its own fangs dripping with drool as it did so. “This is our den, and he's not welcomed here."

“Is that really an option now, Larc?" Carl said while flipping his head to stare at his older twin.

“What do you mean?" Larc asked while clenching and unclenching his fist.

“I think we both know why he's here, and why he's probably going to stay."

“You're mine! Not his! And it's gonna stay that way!" the midnight lycanroc barked back several times as if to rebuke that statement.

“I think…" Carl began while speaking very slowly so as not to be misunderstood. “I think that I belong to both of you."

“What's that supposed to mean?" Larc hissed even as his shoulders lowered themselves just a fraction from the revelation.

“You know that he bit me during our trip to the canyon," Larc growled at that, yet Carl continued on. “Which means that a part of him is inside of me."

“He's not taking you from me!"

“Of course not. I'd never leave you, alpha." those words, while calming Larc, sent the midnight lycanroc into a stomping furor the likes of which made the room shake. “Calm down, you." Carl said to the rock type pokemon...who promptly didn't. Sighing, he turned to look to his brother with a smile and then promptly walked over where the red and white wolf was flailing about.

The midnight lycanroc was unprepared to have the beta embrace him so suddenly. Caught off guard as he was the lupine found himself whimpering and nuzzling into the side of Carl's neck until he was at last calm again.

“You're my alpha as well." the rock type pokemon, while not understanding the words, settled down from his emotional outburst as he wrapped his arms around the beta while his ruby eyes glared daggers at the other alpha.

For a moment nothing was said between either three individuals as Carl worked to calm the midnight lycanroc. Once the wild pokemon was placid he pulled away from the other and then turned towards his twin...who was silently seething. Waving the other over Carl waited for Larc to take the hint before he reached out to pull his arm around his brother and then huddled the three of them together. It was just as both alpha were about to start snarling at one another that Carl chose the right words to neutralize the situation.

“You both are going to have to learn to tolerate one another, because, like it or not, we're a pack now."

Both alphas gaped at that, and even though the red and white wolf didn't quite understand what was being said, the rock type pokemon got the feeling that he would have to endure being around the other alpha in order to keep the beta happy.

The question now was, would that desire supercede his instinctual disdain with the other alpha whom he so badly wanted to dominate?

Ironically enough for his part, Larc was thinking the exact same thing.

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After that things settled down into something resembling normalcy for the trio. The midnight lycanroc was quite adamant about not being forced within a pokeball, as after the other's nose was bumped by a black and white sphere the lupine violently ripped himself free from the contraption once he was converted into red laser light. A short bout of wrestling by the two alphas later found everyone agreeing not to try that again. With this new revelation set into place it was then decided that while the twins went to their classes during the day the midnight lycanroc would stay within the dorm room resting and preparing for his packmates to return. Once they did Carl would immediately take the red and white wolf out for a walk within the park a half a mile away from the campus so as to let the other burn off some of its restless energy before the pair would return for the evening. During the evening either Larc or Carl would cook something in the dorm's kitchen and then the trio would eat together in silence, or near silence, while together.

For the first week this was the daytime rhythm that swept over the three lycanthropes, and thankfully that was enough to keep peace between them, though their evenings were not so harmonious. While somewhat tired after his three and a half mile run through the park the midnight lycanroc would still be filled with energy during the night and sought to exert his restless energy with Carl. The younger of the twins was patient as could be, however between classes and his evening runs the black haired college student was almost always dead on his feet by the time dinner fully settled into his stomach; often he would end up curled up on his desk, his advance pokemon biology book covering his snoozing face. The midnight lycanroc only had one opportunity to bother the other before Larc ended up bouncing his head against the walls within the room. Thankfully Carl would snap up to calm the pair down before being taken to bed by his brother.

Once tucked away the two alphas would be left alone with one another…and often times Carl would wake up to find much of the room having been made into a mess as the pair curled up on either side of the cramped dorm room facing each other while dead asleep. Carl would then sigh and work around the pair cleaning up the mess that had been made before stepping out into the dorm kitchen and then apologizing to the somewhat grumpy students who shared the floor with him.

By the second week though Carl was able to suggest that the pair work out their aggressions by going to the local park to wrestle, what with Larc getting off from his mechanical engineering class but refusing to return to the dorm less he kill the other alpha lycanthrope. The suggestion was taken up with great amusement by the muscular college student and soon he and the red and white wolf made a habit of spending at least two hours a day trying to kill one another. Well, that wasn't totally true. Despite the pair going full force on another once there were unspoken rules both followed to the letter while squaring off against each other. For example, there were no low blows to be used. Meaning that neither went specifically for the eyes or genitals. Second, submission was to be accepted once the other was pinned. Usually this was sounded off by either Larc or the red and white pokemon whimpering three times in succession. Finally, neither could go for a killing blow. This rule was created by Larc ironically enough as on the second day he had had the midnight lycanroc by the throat and had forced enough pressure onto the other's neck to stop the other from whimpering out his submission. It was just before the other's eyes were about to roll back into his head from lack of air the black haired alpha pulled back as though burnt.

The midnight lycanroc rolled over and spat out several dry heaves as he tried to fill his lungs with life preserving air. Once the rock type pokemon turned to look warily at the other he found Larc staring back at him with a contemplative look. Neither had said anything for several long minutes but both agreed that the day's fight was to be called off. The two alphas returned in silence to the dorm room whereby upon doing so they sat on opposite sides of the room until Carl came back.

Things seemed to work out quite well after that, Carl even managed to try and teach Rip-Raff - the brothers having decided that just calling the other midnight lycanroc, or asshole in Larc's case, was rather boring and so helped him pick out a name for himself - some basic common language terms and words which the other caught onto rather well. The red and white wolf couldn't speak it very well but that was fine as the brothers just needed to get certain things through to the rock type pokemon in order to make life easier for all of them. Like why not to howl in the middle of the night when everyone was trying to sleep. Or why it wasn't a good idea to try and mark the surrounding territory that was the college dorm, or any of Larc's clothing. There were even fun little things that the twins were able to teach the wild pokemon, in the case of Carl showing Rip-Raff how to take a shower by himself, and Larc practicing things like arm wrestling and yoga with the other.

All in all life was at least somewhat close to the level of decent...

...at least was until the time for the full moon came upon them.

Usually the twins were able to handle Larc becoming more dominant as his alpha male tendencies roared up throughout his being as the silver moon's silent song echoed throughout his blood. However, it was quickly understood that neither the teachers, nor other students were all that happy with the strange turn that seemed to mysteriously overcome the normally friendly and affectionate Larc as he began to literally growl at them for the slightest thing. It didn't help that the authoritative aura he gained as his lucario blood sung throughout his body cowed most other humans from trying to either approach or correct his somewhat volatile behavior. Other pokemon were usually more resistant against this, however, even they had learned to give the magenta eyes college student a wide berth whenever he began stalking about the campus as if he owned the place. Which, in his increasingly feral mind, he did. Though strangely enough the more beastly Larc became the more attractive he seemed to become to the female gender. More than once during the three days surrounding the moon's fullness did a young female approach him with more than obvious desire clouding her eyes.

Thankfully the coy touches and sideways glances were ignored in favor of the mechanic-in-training shoveling his attentions onto his beta brother, who, in response would often become more and more submissive towards him. Though most of those in the dorm knew that the brothers shared a very close bond with one another none of them knew the depths of how far the twins' affections for each other ran when the moon became most pure in form. Had they had known of how the alpha lycanthrope would force his twin's face in between his fur covered rump while growling and huffing out loud as Carl lapped at the pink furred pucker dripping thick musk across his sweat soaked nose more than a few students would have probably given the brothers a lot of unpleasant looks. Thankfully the twins had been able to keep their sex lives away from the prying eyes of those who they shared living space with, as when the moon grew fuller it became almost impossible to hide their affections from one another.

With this in mind the twins quickly came up with a way for them to be away from the prying eyes of others as they took a half day's load of courses on the days before and after the full moon while making sure to be very far away from the college during the day of the full moon.

This is usually how things worked between the twins, however with the addition of Rip-Raff this time around...things were not going to be so easy.

While he was normally very easy for Carl to get along with by the time the day before the full moon came around the rock type pokemon was literally growling and snapping as he tried to get his claws onto the beta, much to Larc's aggravation. Talking sense into the other was an impossible conclusion as the wild pokemon was beyond the point of rational conversation, his single minded desire to have his beta underneath him so great that his wrestling matches with Larc had to be put on hold less the pair unintentionally kill one other. Thankfully Larc had decided to take off for the three days surrounding the full moon and so was able to keep the red and white wolf in check, but just barely. His own feral instincts were growing more and more heated by the hour as his lucario blood roared at him to overtake the other alpha within his territory in order to lay his bloodied body at the feet of his beta in order to show the younger lycanthrope who he truly belonged to.

Seeing all of this Carl had quickly decided to take off from his classes in order to shuffle the snarling duo to their secluded haven within the forest just outside of town. It took almost the entire day before the trio got to where they needed to be, what with Carl having to play referee to keep his brother and Rip-Raff from tearing each other's throat out. Thankfully by the time they got to their place within the forest the growling pair of alphas were too focused on their shifting bodies to bother trying to rend the flesh and fur from one another. Larc's transformation at this point was mostly cosmetic in nature, his claws were now black knives on the end of his hands while his normally blue eyes were burning red fire stones which glowered back at the midnight lycanroc with clear intention towards dominating the other. For his part Rip-Raff had only grown by an extra three of so inches which consequently enough allowed him to stand nose to nose with the other alpha who was trying to keep him from getting what belonged to him.

Watching as the pair growled and flexed at each other in an obvious sign of intimidation Carl was left sighing as he felt his own body throbbing and flexing oddly as his lycanthropic blood began to do strange things to his insides. Not that he allowed either Larc or Rip-Raff to notice this as he set about putting their camp together while tiredly asking the others to find something to each for the night. Dinner came and went quickly as the pair returned with bloodstained food, Carl had long since learnt not to ask what the meat was that his brother often brought back for them; one of the good things about being so far out into the woods was that it was very rare that the were-lucario came across a human. Usually when/if he did the other would have the good presence of mind to let out a boisterous howl, the like of which would made the human, trainer or not, pick themselves up and run out of the forest to the safety of the civilized concrete jungle. Carl only prayed to Arceus that his brother would keep Rip-Raff from trying to hunt a human, as he had very quickly picked up the fact that the wild pokemon had no qualms with turning a hairless creature into meat between his teeth.

After dinner was cooked and then eaten Carl was quite rudely shoved beneath his brother as the snarly alpha decided to try and stake his claim on the other early by biting into his beta brother's neck and chest once he ripped the other's clothes free. This moment marked one of the times where the black haired lycanthrope was very grateful for the allowance that their parents gave them had given them for not returning home, as it allowed Carl to save their money up to the point where it made purchasing clothing from the local thrift shop was a trivial affair. Carl gasped and cried out a lustful howl as his brother licked over his lower half, paying special attention to his golden furred groin and rump, as he sought to mark the other with his drool. It was just as Larc was about to pierce Carl's insides with his tongue that Rip-Raff shoved the other away to do so himself. Carl howled as a warm tongue buried itself into his sweat soaked butt, the red and white lupine digging deep into his body with his broad tongue as he sought to claim the deepest part of his beta.

As expected this action caused Larc to snarl and then tackle the midnight lycanroc up off of his little brother. Carl sighed as he turned his head to watch the pair wrestle down one another, all the while the cool night wind brushed up across his body, reminding him very clearly of the fact that he would never be truly satisfied until the pair put aside their need to dominate each other in order to full appreciate what he silently had to offer them.

The rest of the night followed with the two alphas tossing each other away to get the Larc, Carl whimpering and writhing against the grassy knoll as he was either eaten out, nipped on like an hors d'oeuvre, or otherwise kissed until the very breath was stolen from his chest, and then the two alpha lycanthropes knocking whomever was on top of Carl at that moment away in order to begin brawling over the beta once more. By the time the moon had reached its zenith the trio were dead tired and ended up curling around one another with no one touching the other, something for which made Carl sigh in resignation before he passed out asleep.

It was during the day of the full moon that something changed between the trio.

Morning found Carl, Larc, and Rip-Raff going to the nearby river to bath their night's frustration away, with Carl carefully going over to both incensed males to help wash/massage their backs and lick their fronts, alternating between the pair until all three of them were clean. After they stepped out of the rushing water the two alphas would go their separate ways to hunt something for the morning and then lunch would be prepared by Carl for all three. At the point where evening fell the two alpha males had sunken down to the point where their feral instincts had all but taken over their minds, leaving the duo to growl and snap at each other while oddly enough circling around Carl, nuzzling and licking at his naked body, as though they were expecting something.

Rip-Raff, in particular, nuzzled and licked at Carl before leaning down to where the other was seated onto the ground in an attempt to nip and then lick over the pale skinned lycanthrope's lips. Rip-Raff made an obvious show of dominating Carl's mouth as he forced opened the lankier male's mouth in an attempt to lap across the roof of the moaning beta's mind, much to Larc's growing disdain.

It was when the annoyance of this action hit its peak with him that a sharp bark drew Carl's attention away from the red and white wolf back over to his twin. Crouching down and then growling low Larc drew his beta over to him just as the full moon began to get into position up within the sky.

By the time the full moon was ready to rise again on the day of its greatest fulfillment Larc's body was all but popping and snapping as blue and gold fur sprang up all across his chiseled form like water rushing down a river. Growling and barking as his face pushed out into the muzzle that it was meant to possess the alpha lucario shook his head as his head bangs sprung out from his skull to allow him the full extent of his aura control which often escaped him while in his human skin. Muscles and tendons bulged outwards as raw energy coursed through the dominant lycanthrope before settling down as flesh densed and then ballooned all across Larc's swelling form. Falling to the ground on all fours as his spine lengthened, Carl moved around behind his twin in an effort to massage the other's backside with his hands and face, his beta instincts howling at him to help soothe the pain of transformation that his alpha was forced to undergo. Larc whimpered in appreciation before grunting out a gasp as his heels pushed upwards to give him the extra amount of height that he would need to stand heads above his smaller packmate. It was only after fur danced along the pink extension which had shot out from Larc's backside that the were-lucario howled out to the sky from within the forest to let the world around them know that the alpha of the surrounding region was back in fully glory.

Crimson eyes blinked and then turned around to stare into ruby colored orbs as Larc looked upon his beta brother, his lips turning upwards into a knowing smirk as he scented the rush of need which wafted off of his baby brother right before a thick snarl forced his head forward. Looking ahead Larc watched as Rip-Raff finished his own transformation, his already oddly oversized form having drawn itself up about two heads higher than what he normally possessed was now filled to the brim with surging unabashed strength. For the most part it would have been hard to tell exactly how much extra the lycanthropic blood inside of the wild pokemon affected his biology, yet while the physical gains were hard to see Larc was easily able to sense the mental growth which overcame Rip-Raff's being as glowing crimson eyes locked onto the were-lucario with a look that spoke to him on a primeval level.

Stepping across the grass Rip-Raff made no attempt to hide the aggression filling up his soul as looked over the other alpha male with raw determination to pound him into the ground in order to take what belonged to him. Momentarily forgetting where his younger packmate was Larc pulled himself up to stand to his full eight feet in height in order to met the other lycanthrope's challenge head on. Earth shudding growls filled the expanse of the forest as the two were-pokemon brushed their chests against each other while drooling down the sides of their snarling muzzles in an obvious need to tear each other apart.

Yet neither one made a move to bring about the fight which they bought silently sought.

Both Larc and Rip-Raff knew that whomever made the first move would be the one to initiate the final challenge between them, as this time around there would only be one winner. Whoever folded first during this bout would be the one to know both defeat and submission, as evident by the fact that both lycanthropes were swelling outside of their oversized sheaths. It was just as the tension within the area was at its breaking point that a soft whimper caught across both alphas' ears. Turning, both Larc and Rip-raff watched as Carl writhed onto the ground, his pale skin flush with color as sweat beaded across his body like a cool torrent. The were-lucario and were-midnight lycanroc quickly forgot their aggression as they went to be by their beta's side.

Carl whimpered as he felt two broad tongues slurp across his chest and neck. Bleary magenta eyes looked up just in time to see two massive paws reaching out to caress his chest and stomach. A quiet whine of thanks met the air at the same time soft croons echoed throughout Larc and Rip-raff's muzzles. The beta reached out to stroke his expanding hand against both of their muzzles before a sharp jolt of liquid fire raced within his body. Pulling back, both Larc and Rip-Raff watched as blue and gold fur began to spread across their beta's form. Rip-Raff whimpered as he licked across the top of Carl's head as if willing his midnight lycanroc blood to bloom forth from through Carl's transformation, and as if responding to his silent cry the college student's black mane of hair slowly began to grow white along the edges.

Seeing this Larc moved down his brother's body, sweeping his tongue across fur covered flesh as he did so, as he willed the lucario within to come out to greet the mother moon. For minutes on end the two alphas worked in time together to draw out the lycanthrope blood that was trying so desperately to overtake itself within Carl's veins. Normally a transformation such as this was never meant to handle two strains of a particular virus at the same time, the aggressive cells would normally be too volatile to allow for a cohesion to take place within one given body, however because both alphas were present for this evolution their respective auras were forcing the virus to alter its normal effects to the point where the lucario and lycanroc cells were binding themselves together in an effort to mutate into something never before seen. The effects of such a mutation could easily be seen as Carl's pointed ears drooping down while at the same time black gloves and socks slipped up over the now panting lycanthrope's arms and legs, respectively.

Carl growled and rolled across the ground as his spine began to lengthen and then push forward from his back, however instead of a long and luxurious tail blossoming from his back the young beta's pink tailbone became a cute little stub of a thing, the likes of which pleased Rip-Raff in an almost euphoric way. Seeing this Larc let out a grumble of annoyance, yet never stopped his licking over his beta brother as he willed out more lucario to growth forth from within the now shivering hybrid that Carl was becoming. It took several minutes of lunar light pouring over the younger hybrid before the changes came to an end, but when it became clear that Carl had been reborn into the lycanthrope that he was meant to become the two alphas pulled back to look over their fully transformed beta.

What they saw made both of them pant happily.

Helping the other to stand up onto his now elongated feet, both Larc and Rip-Raff became very well aware of the height difference between the three of them as they were forced to look down at the six foot plus were-lucaroc that bore both of their strains of virus within.

For his part Carl had to shake his head twice over, his mind still processing the newly minted information which now shot across his brain. Once his instincts and rationale were in something close to harmony with one another Carl looked down over himself to see what he had become. What he found actually surprised himself as he looked to find that he possessed a body that was very much like that of a typical lucario, with the expectation of a few key features. Firstly, he didn't have spikes on either his chest or hands. Next there were no bangs hanging from the back of his head. Third, his musculature was very lithe compared to that of a typical lucario's, if one were to take into an account that he was actually about two and a half feet taller than the average aura pokemon. Fourth, the world was now very, very red. Looking around Carl realized that he could now see blobs of shapes as far away as thirty yards before blinking his eyes and then noting that said blobs were actually other pokemon. Tilting the side of his head in confusion the were-lucaroc wondered what exactly that was all about, but before he could formulate an answer he soon found his muzzle being coated in warm wet licks. Gaping Carl was soon treated to two thick tongues being shoved into his partly opened maw. Not understanding, though sensing that he was in no danger, the newly formed hybrid lycanthrope opened his mouth wider.

Larc and Rip-Raff grunted and growled against each other as they give the other sideways looks but refused to allow their beta's muzzle as they sought to claim and reassure the smaller male. Carl attempted to wrestle his own tongue back against theirs but was quickly overtaken by the two aggressive alphas.

It was only when the were-lucaroc began to swoon about that the pair stopped what they were doing and then pulled back to give the other time to breath. Panting and then chuckling Carl looked up to his brother and Rip-Raff and then...turned around to bolt into the depths of the forest.

Larc and Rip-Raff were left standing and blinking in confusion before they both pulled themselves back and then dashed after their fleeing packmate.

The rest of the evening was spent with the trio doing very mundane pokemon things, from hunting after a sawsbuck and then feeding on it, to splashing around in a river to get the gore off from their fur, to running all throughout the forest howling to the mother moon above. Neither Larc nor Rip-Raff thought about fighting each other as they allowed Carl to lead them on whatever merry hell was pulling him by the scruff of his neck. In actuality, both alphas found themselves very much enjoying what was happening to them, as the dominance they felt coursing between them fell silent as they chased, tackled, and then wrestled with their beta for hours on end. Neither were-pokemon attempted to try and dominate the other, this was a time of play and relaxation after all. What would come about this later on no one knew...and in truth no one cared.

By the time the moon was ready to set and give way to the wings of dawn the trio were passed out together in a furry heap with Carl laying snuggled in between his two larger alphas. Interestingly enough neither of the three changed back into their more mundane forms as they slumbered, instead they remained as they were all the way back until they awoke together around mid-morning...much to all three of their surprises.