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Nobody saw it coming. The end of the world, as it were. A sudden influx of werebeasts swarmed the world, spreading like the plague. Some said it was a curse from the god or the gods. Others deemed it the work of Satan. Others yet argued they must've come from government experiments, but as city after city fell to panting, lusty monstrosities of every type, the origins of the infection didn't matter. None of them would fall to normal bullets, and the pandemic spread too fast for any industry or even the military to respond, and so they were overrun, turned into more beasts themselves.

Originally, there'd been a myriad of species contesting who would mount the world, but after humanity had been reduced to scattered, yet heavily guarded and isolated enclaves, they all turned on each other. One by one, the werebeasts were wiped out or driven to a similar fate as the humans. What remained at the end were two dominant tribes, pack animals that knew how to overcome their differences and cooperate. One half of the world came to be dominated by the hyenas, slavering beasts whose mighty jaws could shatter bone effortlessly, and their females just as eager to dominate and turn the remaining humans as the males, if not more so. The other half belonged to the wolves, even more coordinated and with a strict hierarchy that allowed them to overcome many of their primitive instincts, waging their war for dominance in a structured way, as armies of old, but with claws and teeth rather than swords and shields.

Of course, the two tribes never stopped clashing. Many of the remaining humans considered themselves lucky. Often, the two tribes would assault one of the sanctuaries of man simultaneously, only to wipe each other out, howling and growling as they tried to breach the walls but prevent the others from doing the same. And so, humanity clung to life, as they always did, even in the face of certain doom.

Most who wandered out of the enclaves would be caught by one side or the other, and by the nature of the disease, none of them ever regretted it. Many desired it, stopped from embracing the bestial infection only by strongly reinforced taboos. But many had to leave the safety of their homes regardless, either to find artifacts of civilization to bring home, such as kettles, and often, those who found themselves fantasizing of knotted cocks, of tails, claws and fur, would volunteer for those expeditions.

Our protagonist, Alec, was not one of those people, but he knew some of his scavenging team were. He'd heard them roleplaying it in their teenage years, pretending to be beast and victim. They wouldn't be returning, he figured, but perhaps their intentional sacrifice would allow him to. After all, most of the beasts would be happy to sate their lusts on the first available human. As long as they had at least some measure of loyalty left, he'd be fine, but he knew he'd be keeping a close eye on them. He'd heard those stories, of werelovers who would drag others with them on their descent into mad lust and insanity.

As the rusty gates to the outside world swung open, the very first thing that struck Alec was just how beautiful it all looked. Inside the “city", everything was worn, even dead, the ground covered in gravel and asphalt, but outside of it, nature had all but taken over. Before the end of the world, this had all been a relatively civilized area, or so he was told. Now, the nearby buildings had been overgrown, roads cracked from dandelions forcing their ways through the thick tarmac, roots spreading over and under footpaths, the trees having long since grown wild and unkempt, their lush green foliage hanging rich and thick over the roads.

From everything he'd heard, the beasts mostly lived tribal lives, not much caring for civilization, much less what remained of it. They had fire, and a few retained gadgets that they might need, but overall, theirs was a simpler, more instinctive life. In a way, it sounded quite liberating. Of course, their presence made the otherwise beautiful fallen world around Alec and his team seem threatening, as if behind every tree there'd be a ferocious wolf or hyena waiting. Or a bear, a tiger, one of the few members of the remaining breeds. It was alien, and all the preparation he'd received when he'd been selected for this expedition couldn't have prepared him for how it actually felt.

Their mission was simple, really. They'd make their way to the nearest larger settlement, long since fallen, and brings back things that wouldn't have expired. Kettles or even pots that hadn't been ravaged by entropy, to boil water in, medicines, canned and preserved foods – although at this point, even those were iffy – and tools that had not yet succumbed to rust. Anything of value, really, but no particular thing.

Even with no specific needs, these expeditions were necessary, because there was only so much that the stragglers of mankind could manufacture in their enclaves. Certainly, they had a smithy, but the iron had been reused so many times that it was brittle and frail, hardly better than mere stone, and certainly nowhere near the tools of old, of steel and even titanium, materials none of them knew how to create anymore.

“It's so quiet," one of his traveling companions stated, after perhaps an hour of following the broken road towards a destination that may not even have existed anymore. “It's driving me crazy."

“I know what you mean," Alec responded. “It's always so noisy at home."

It was noisy, as it always was when that many humans lived in such close proximity to one another. But out here, any beasts following their daily lives would do their best to stay quiet and unseen. They rarely talked – even though they could – preferring to let their instincts guide them towards success. The wolves often howled, but only in situations in which coordination was immediately needed, hardly while stalking prey.

So they wandered along the broken road, all four of them. Alec was leading the way, followed by Stephen, then Cain, and last in line, Jacob, the biggest of them to guard the rear. Not that they'd be able to hold the beasts off if they happened upon a pack, but with four armed young males, they could at least fend off a single attacker. They might be clawed, but these beasts were nothing like the creatures of myth; bites were simple bites rather than a transmission vector, as were their claws. Rather, the disease spread in the most pleasurable of ways; through sex. It was fortunate, because none had to worry about accidentally becoming infected, but the sheer ecstasy of spreading their curse was highly motivating to those animals, which in a way, made it worse.

“If they get me, shoot me," Jacob stated. He wasn't talking to anyone in particular. They had one gun among the four of them, held by Alec. The rest had spears. A leaden bullet would do little to kill a werebeast, but several of them would put one out of commission for a while. It was hard to move with your kneecaps blasted off, even for nearly supernatural creatures. The spears, in turn, were silver-tipped, but at best, they'd be evenly matched against one of the monsters until it shattered.

“Beats dying, I'd say," Caine replied. Him and Stephen were the ones Alec knew were curious about the beasts. Too curious. But as long as they didn't succumb to those urges, they'd be invaluable assets for the enclave. Most of the beast-curious wouldn't act on those desires, taboo as they were, but there had been a few incidents.

“Hell no it doesn't," Jacob snapped back, a little too loudly, he realized. “Being a mindless animal just interested in fucking everything?" he continued, in a lower voice, keeping a watchful eye on his surroundings.

“As opposed to just not being at all?" came the reply. Jacob didn't have an easy answer for that. He didn't want to die, but he also didn't want to lose everything that was him. The latter seemed worse, although he had to admit that the beasts didn't seem to mind their new existence.

“Shut up, both of you," Alec growled. “We don't know if anyone's listening."

And so their little company of four traveled in silenced the rest of the way to the ruined town that was their destination, the most life they ever encountered being a lone sparrow singing happily. Even the wind had grown silent, which was good, because it meant their scents wouldn't carry. The town was far enough away that they'd need to stay overnight, which none of the four were terribly excited about, but it was a necessity, as the beasts were more active at night. Although a sufficient outdoorsman could hide, for a group of four nighttime travel was nearly a death sentence. Such was the future; humanity reduced once more to what they'd started their existence as, prey for seemingly endless predators hunting in the dark. Perhaps one day they'd reclaim their former glory, or perhaps they'd simply fade away, transformed or eaten by predators who needed no tools or weapons.

There wasn't much left of the town. As with every other town, most of it had been consumed by nature, other parts already long-since ransacked by survivors, either the early ones during the societal breakdown, or latter scavengers like Alec and his crew. But there were still things to find, if one knew where to look. Many of the houses had never been touched, the efforts usually focused on stores, and places that might have weapons or drugs. The police station had been scourged clean, and the small hospital had burned down, only a few stone walls remaining. But where people had actually lived, back then, those places still held treasures. The problem was the occasional beasts still preferred sleeping inside, using old human homes as their dens. But typically the signs of their presence were obvious; clawmarks, musky scents, an errant howl.

At least, that's what the four had been told. None of them had ever been outside before, or even been eye to eye with a beast. Those were simply stories that those who had come before them had told by campfires or in classes, trying their hardest to prepare the children for the world that they're grow up in.

Eventually they reached a building that seemed promising; apartment housing with some unbroken windows, stairwell doors still on their hinges. As good a place as any. Alec steeled himself, crouching down as he entered first, making himself harder to notice or to hit. Not that it mattered much, but small advantages would add up.

He sniffed the air, just like a beast would. Mold, water damage, rot. Nothing living, even the rats long gone as their food ran out. Other than humans, it was perhaps their unwanted closest companions that'd suffered the most. With no more scraps on which to feed, rats had become a rare sight, being forced to scavenge in the wild as their ancestors one had.

“Careful," Alec whispered, stepping over broken glass. “We'll go two by two. Meet up on the roof."

He and Jacob decided to begin searching on the upper floors, making their way up worn concrete stairs. Caine and Stephen would scour from ground floor and up.

“We gonna sleep here?" Jacob grunted as the two worked on breaking into the first locked apartment they found, being careful as to not make too much noise with the crowbar. Luckily, the wooden door was mostly rotted.

“Gonna have to," Alec answered. “I'm thinking roof. We're fucked if they find us either way but they're less likely to do that on the roof. Or two on the roof and two on the highest floor, so we split the risk."

“Yeah."

The door cracked open.

“Plus then we don't have to risk those two idiots trying to fuck a wolf or something," the burlier male added.

The apartment was miraculously untouched, having apparently been abandoned at the very start of the outbreak. Dinner plates had been set out, although the food upon them had long since rotted. But other than mold and mildew from water damage, the place was intact. Well, as intact as it could be when this long had passed.

How long was it again? Nobody really remembered. It'd become hard to keep written records after the collapse. Some scholars persisted, on scavenging paper or computers that still ran, but there were none in Alec's enclave. A few dozen years, perhaps, given the scale of the damage. How fast did a tree grow? It might've been far longer than that. Alec had never met anyone who could remember those times of plenty and even excess, when the cities still shone at night, like the starry skies did now, when food was something most humans had too much of. It felt ludicrous to think of. But it did mean that there would still be canned goods, scraps from the formerly mighty tables of civilizations. Even with all that excess, most had likely gone bad. But not all.

Alec pulled a packet of small, golden-brown, deep fried cakes. He almost gagged at the thought of having to eat one of those again, but they lasted practically forever. Probably why the taste was so foul. Even then, food was never to be discarded, no matter how bad it tasted. He stowed it into his backpack.

They found a few boxes of medicine in the bathrooms. None of the names made much sense to either of the two, but they'd been told to bring everything they could so the more experienced survivors could sort out what was good and what wasn't. Might be anything from useful painkillers and antibiotics to something useless like like those ones that gave you erections.

“Hey, look at this shit," Jacob called out, motioning towards a piece of paper on the dining table.

The end has come. Like we always knew it would. The beasts roam the earth, and it's a slaughter. Millions have died, millions more have joined those animals. Those lusty, eager animals. Sexy, eager animals. God, what's come over me? I can't shake that feeling. I want to be like them, help them. And now they've been spotted even in our quiet little town.

I'll send my family away to safety and then offer myself to them. I can't help it, I want it too much. I'll let one take me. May god have mercy, I've fought these feelings since the first reports, weeks ago, and I can't resist any longer.

Farewell.

“Well, I guess we know why this apartment was untouched. The owner gave up," Jacob growled, spitting on the grimy floor. “Traitor."

“He couldn't have done anything anyway," Alec replied. “Doesn't matter if he joined them or died."

“Right, I get that," his companion continued. “But it's like, if your home gets invaded, you're not gonna side with the invaders, right?"

“But if that's your only option other than death?" Alec asked as he dug through cupboard after cupboard. “I'm pretty sure Caine and Stephen would pick it. I don't know what I'd do."

“Oh, don't give me that. I'd rather be dead than a mindless animal-" Jacob replied. “Oh hey, pickles. Those are still good, right?"

Jacob looked at the jar. The liquid inside was cloudy, but seemed quite sealed even after all these years. “Dunno. Grab it and we'll bring it back, let the experts decide."

They found a variety of other goods. Soon, Caine and Stephen joined the two upstairs, presenting their haul. Most of what they had was worn, much of it almost certainly bad, but they had their mission; bring back everything they could. One was a nondescript plastic bottle full of a cloudy white substance. The team had some fun speculating on what it might be. Jacob guessed cum, although he admitted that it probably wouldn't have stayed white. Alec's guess what some kind of curdled milk. If nothing else, it'd work as fertilizer.

Night had fallen as they scavenged, the relative safety of daylight giving way to the unforgiving dark. Tomorrow, they'd make their way back to the enclave, hopefully no worse for wear. Each member chose their own spot to sleep, figuring that even if a pack of wolves or hyenas happened to enter the building, they wouldn't find everyone. Caine and Stephen elected to sleep together in one of the apartments they'd raided, Jacob opted for the roof, and Alec chose the one he'd just helped empty of goods earlier, directly above where the other two would sleep. That way, he reasoned, he'd hear if there was any commotion and have time to find a place to hide.

Somewhere in the distance, a wolf howled. Too far to be of concern, but the sound sent chills down their spines regardless, reminding them how unsafe the outside world really was. Nobody really knew what the beasts did when they weren't converting a newly caught human, but the elders presumed that they simply lived as wild animals, perhaps with one tribe fighting the other for dominance. Well, that, and presumably plenty of mating to help cope with the lusts caused by their own transformations. Their dens, supposedly, were constant wild orgies among the animals who weren't out hunting, smelling so strongly of sex that the scent alone might knock a human senseless.

“At least, that's why my grandfather told me," Caine regaled the group as they prepared to split up. “I still think it sounds way better than dying."

Nobody regaled him with a reply. The team split up and went to rest in their chosen abodes. Even moldy, the beds they found were still more comfortable than those at home, at least for one night's stay. Usually they slept on furs and wood, rarely an old foam mattress; nobody had made a real mattress with springs and all in ages.

A darkened street. The final days of civilization. The power flickers, a last glimpse of light, of what was lost. It goes out, plunging the city into permanent darkness, little more than a concrete wilderness now, a forest after a wildfire, the lamp posts like dead trees serving only to decay and return, one day, to the earth. The people are reduced to prey once more without their tools, their artificial warmth, their synthetic claws. Mere apes, hiding in their constructed trees from the beasts that howl in the night.

I am in the middle of it, a ghost, watching. A wolf howls in the distance, and draws closer, answered by countless others. In an instant, the city becomes their territory, just as the land it stands on used to be.

But these beasts do not hunt for food. Not now. Instead I watch as men and women both are pinned down, rutted with feral abandon until they, too, are beasts. There's nothing I can do but watch, as a detached observer. In a way their efficiency is beautiful. Each beast mates with multiple victims, the wolves not even bothering to knot them, simply fucking them until they howl out with ecstasy, twitching and spurting until they are full of their transformative seed, their victims joining their howling soon after.

With so much abundant, defenseless prey, none of the beasts fight each other. Not yet. Hyenas and wolves are the two that claim the most, their strong jaws and pack instincts making short work of any resistance. I watch as a clan of hyenas descends upon a young woman. She cries at first, but those cries quickly turn into moans of pleasure from having every orifice on her body filled with eager shafts, and then to joyful cackling as the first hyena fills her, spotty fur spreading across her body. She soon pins down the nearest human male and impales her new hyena cunt on his cock, still dripping with seed.

Some struggle to retain control of themselves. None succeed. Even though I am but a ghost, the overwhelming lust they feel is infectious. Even though I should be disgusted, I find my body growing warm with emphatic need. I can't control it. I drop down onto all fours, inviting the nearest monster to take me like a beast.

Alec woke up hard as rock, his sizeable shaft wet where it'd be rubbing against his stomach. That was the kind of dreams they suffered from. Nothing unusual, but frustrating. The very presence of the beasts influenced the human mind like that, both in dreams and waking life. Everyone had them, but most could resist, choosing instead to sate those needs with each other. It'd been a long time since concepts like hetero- or homosexual even existed. Alec found himself wishing that he'd slept on the roof with Jacob instead. He'd probably be feeling similarly pent up.

As the dreams faded away, he realized he could hear a rhythmic thumping sound coming from below. Thumping and creaking. Probably Caine and Stephen going at it again, probably while pretending to be animals. It was a harmless enough fetish, as long as they kept a strict separation between those fantasies and reality. The thumping was far too slow to be a beast mating. That was one of the things they'd learned; how to recognize every sign of a nearby monster. Beyond the obvious sounds, rapid humping was one; they tended to rut with almost frantic speed, feverish and animalistic. Learning how to tell the sounds of humans and beasts mating was one of the key aspects to survival. After all, if a beast made it inside and claimed someone, the others would have to prepare to fight it rapidly before more could be afflicted.

Indeed, just below him, Caine was on top of Stephen, pounding his ass for all he was worth, growling and snarling. It was their little thing, roleplaying werewolves. Neither really had any plans to succumb to them in reality, but both found the fantasy insufferably hot, not helped by the constant erotic dreams everyone was cursed with. With a final grunt and growl, he hilted himself inside his partner, spearing him as deeply as possible onto his cock as he twitched, throbbed, and gave into that growing tension, spilling his seed inside him. Fantasies of being filled by a werewolf, cursed to transform into one of those sex-crazed beasts was too much for Stephen to handle, and he sprayed the old mattress with thick ropes of his own cum. It hadn't been comfortable enough to really sleep on, anyway; the young men weren't used to real beds, and being worn and torn only made it less pleasant.

Feeling thirsty after the intense fucking, he grabbed his water bottle and took a swig, only to realize that it wasn't the water bottle, but the odd one they'd found earlier. He'd already swallowed by the time he realized that it was much thicker than water, with a bitter, almost musky taste that clung to his tastebuds. Cum, but not human cum. He spat out what he could, but felt the thick creamy liquid run slide down his throat. Fuck.

What was going to happen? Was it enough to infect him? Did it even work orally? He didn't know, but he had to hide what he'd done. He quickly capped the bottle again and placed it back into his backpack. He wanted to stick his fingers into his throat to throw up but then Stephen would know something was up, and he might not be allowed back into the enclave if he told anyone. It's not going to be enough to change me, he told himself, though the idea of it happening did make his shaft begin to grow erect once more, despite his orgasm only moments before. It wasn't long before that tainted cum began to get absorbed into his body, a sense of warmth suffusing his body, like a thirstiness for… sex, more sex. But he couldn't notice anything changing other than growing more and more aroused by the minute, his balls swelling slightly with seed, an ache for release in his loins, as if his virility had been supercharged.

Stephen had fallen asleep, though, and even if he knew what he'd just done, he probably wouldn't tell anyone. The other two might, though. Unless they'd also drank of that wonderful disgusting goo. Yes, that's what he had to do, he realized, as the small amount of that tainted, infectious cum that he'd ingested slowly warped his thoughts. He'd have to make them do it! Starting with the one who'd be the first to protest and rat him out; Alec. Though before that, he wanted to make sure he had Stephen on his side as well, so he approached his sleeping form, laying on that dirty mattress in a pool of his own cum. He was lean, yet with plenty of muscular definition, in the prime of his life, and Caine felt the blood rush to his cock as it grew erect again simply beholding his body, that shapely ass still leaking with his cum, a thick rivulet of it running down his taint and over his balls. He was slightly agape, too, and with his hands trembling with desire, Caine stepped closer. What am I doing, he asked himself. Making sure they can't rat me out. Nothing bad will happen anyway, there's no way there's enough cum in this bottle to turn any of us.

Gently, he spread his sleeping partner's round, yes muscled cheeks, looking at that pink, stretched pucker in the dim light of their lantern. He wanted to press his face against him, to stick his tongue into that wonderful orifice and slurp out all of his own cum while preparing him for another load. He wanted to just mount him and pound and pound and pound until they were both drenched in cum and sure to… change? No, an errant thought; he had a job to do, before morning came. He stuck two fingers into his friend's ass and held him open, easily done after their vigorous fucking, and then uncorked the bottle once more. He slowly tilted it just over Stephen's vulnerable, receptive opening, watching as the viscous goo slowly began to flow outwards. It formed a long, delicious-looking strand, a good load's worth of cum dangling just over that completely unprotected cocksleeve. Should I really? What am I- Caine hesitated for a moment, but then the string of seed snapped and those thick globs fell directly into his friend's sleeping body, sinking deep into his already cum-soaked hole. The sight made Caine throb with need, it looked so fucking hot he almost found himself wanting him to turn. There was no going back now. He poured a little more of that tainted cream into his friend, watching as he squirmed, his breathing growing quicker and his body growing warm. When he woke up he'd be eager to get fucked again.

Why would they ever not do this? He and his friends could just fuck all day long, and all it took was just a bit of beast-seed. Not enough to transform anyone, but just enough to have some fun, right? It was more like a blessing, he couldn't believe that nobody else had figured it out yet. Or maybe they had and thought that constant lustiness was a bad thing for some reason. Maybe they didn't like orgasms. But he'd help them. They'd have the human population back in the millions within years if everyone just enjoyed a bit of beast-cum to boost their drives. He clutched the bottle, suppressing the urge to finish it off by himself, never realizing that the infection was already in control. He'd just need more to start the physical changes.

Finally, the thumping had stopped. Alec sighed, feeling rather pent up himself. It wouldn't be a good idea to take care of it, though; the beasts could smell sex from miles away. Granted, they were inside, but even then, he didn't really like taking any chances. That, and everyone else would probably be sound asleep by now. He couldn't resist squeezing his turgid member though, being that it was tenting his loose pants. His hand easily slipped through the waistband and clasped that eager tool, a pleasant tingle going through his body in response. He tugged at his foreskin, breath immediately growing ragged as it slid down around that slippery, sensitive purple crown of his, and with a sigh, he undid his pants, letting his shaft spring free, hard as steel as it was.

He was just going to start stroking himself towards a quick, messy release, when someone entered the door. He spun around, grabbing his spear and readying it, another sigh escaping his mouth when he realized it was only Caine. He wasn't supposed to be here, but they were still part of the same enclave. He also wasn't supposed to be naked, his rock-hard cock seemingly mirroring the state of Alec's own, with a bead of precum glistening at the very tip, slowly oozing from the slit on that beautiful, purple head.

“Can't sleep either?" Caine asked, as casually as ever. “I was hoping you weren't, kind of."

“What's that supposed to mean?" Alec replied. “You want to get fucked? Weren't you just doing it with Stephen?"

“Nope," he lied. “He fell asleep before I could get started.

“What was that banging sound I heard then? The walls here are pretty thin," Alec replied. “What are you after?"

He didn't trust the other man, at least not much. That said, he was fairly attractive, and if it came to it, he had to admit that he wouldn't mind burying his cock in his ass, especially if it was to help him get less aroused and thus less dangerous to be around. It might even feel good, and there was an aspect of dominance to it; getting to dump his seed into him and perhaps get him to act a little more normal around him. A little less snarky, perhaps. Or was it all excuses with how pent up he was? Yeah, probably.

But at least Caine was a human, and if he was willing to offer his ass for Alec… well, in this state, all the blood that'd normally be fueling his thinking seemed to have ended up in his cock. And he realized that Caine was looking at it with an obvious look of lust. And then he leisurely bent over just enough to give Alec a tantalizing look of his tight, pink hole, nestled between those gropeable buttocks, and Alec felt him heart skip a beat, his instincts telling him to pin the other male down and mercilessly rut him.

Fine, you win, he thought, in an internal monologue with his penis.

“Okay, fine," he managed to huff. “So what-"

Before he could say anything, the other man made his way over to him and fell to his knees. “Just relax," Caine murmured, wrapping his rough, warm fingers around Alec's needy shaft, giving him a gentle squeeze that made the older male shiver with lust. He sat down on the bed behind him, leaning back and closing his eyes as Alec began to stroke him, at first slowly working that ever-so-slightly too tight foreskin back and forth with just the right amount of pressure. A groan escaped his lips. “I'll take care of this."

He should have realized that something was wrong – the other male was normally nowhere near this seductive, nor gentle – but Caine stroking him felt amazing, fireworks of pleasure going off in his head with each movement. His hands felt sticky, probably from precum from trying to pleasure himself earlier, but that wet warmth only added to the sensations, and Alec let him continue rubbing that wetness into his maleness, particularly focusing on his bloated crown, circling the sensitive rim with with his thumb. It felt downright electric, like each nerve in his body was burning up with lust, and his hips began to move on their own, a tingling sense of warmth radiating from his cock as he thrust up into Caine's tight grasp.

Then he felt a gooey, cool liquid being poured over his maleness and his eyes snapped open. Caine was holding that bottle they'd found earlier, working whatever it contained into his cock, and it felt so fucking good he could barely protest. “What the fuck-" he grunted, and then Caine gave the underside of his cockhead a wet, hungry lick, making the words catch in his throat as an euphoric convulsion shot through him.

“Shh, just enjoy it," he whispered. “Have a drink."

He held out that bottle for Alec to grab, and increasingly, drinking whatever was inside it seemed like a good idea, the tainted seed having already seeped through his glans enough to begin to change his thinking. He resisted the urge to grab it and guzzle its contents, though only barely. What he could not manage was to get up and give Caine the punch he deserved; the constant friction over his oversensitive cock had his limbs feeling gelatinous and unresponsive, and so all he could do was lay there and accept whatever the other male was doing to him.

Meanwhile, from the four, the only one to notice that something was wrong was Jacob, half asleep on the roof under the starry sky. He had a tendency to sleep with one eye open, as it were, never fully out of it. A good survival strategy, even if such light sleep typically left him permanently on edge. At least he was ready when he heard cackling from somewhere in the darkness. A hyena, perhaps several. He bounced up onto his feet, grabbing his silver spear in one fluid motion, positioning himself near a corner so that he'd either win or fall to his death; either way, they wouldn't get him. It was a long way down, but he'd never been one to suffer from vertigo.

There were two of them. He was thankful for at least not meeting a whole pack, but it was still a dire situation. He shouted, at the top of his lungs, for Alec to come help him even as he dropped into a fighting stance.

Alec did hear him, but he wasn't able to get up. “God- ahn- Jacob is in- unh- trouble," he groaned and moaned, but Caine's warm, wet mouth wrapping around his cum-slickened maleness quickly put a stop to that line of thought. It felt like heaven, and he thrust into that blissful sensation as hard as he could, driving his shaft into the other male's throat. He didn't even gag, not with the beast-taint already coursing through him, more with each little lick he gave that beautiful, throbbing tool of Alec's. To think he hadn't liked him before; with a cock like this, how could he not?

He paused for only a moment. “You should drink it. It'll feel so fucking good," he told his friend, who was still holding the bottle, the musky smell of cum wafting from the open neck. He wasn't sure when he'd even taken it. He couldn't think at all, even less so when Caine began to bob his head up and down his rigidity, full warm lips pursed around that hard cockflesh, tongue swirling around his glans, eagerly drinking up every little drop of precum he had to offer.

Alec found himself placing the bottle against his lips, inhaling deeply of that intoxicating scent. He managed to control himself, though, if only for a moment. He had to figure out a way out of this! Right now, before he was irreversibly corrupted.

“Drink it and I'll let you cum. And then we can fuck all night long, just like the beasts," Caine spoke, barely even letting that delicious cock leave his mouth for long enough to form those words.

They wouldn't fuck like beasts, they'd be beasts. Alec realized that Caine's eyes had already shifted to the yellowish-brown of the wolves, and if he accepted what he was trying to give him, his would too. But would it be so bad? He did need to cum. Maybe just a sip wouldn't hurt, then he could cum and clear his mind, and get the hell out of here. It seemed logical, and the whole situation began to feel more and more dreamlike, like he was a detached observed watching and feeling his body writhing with pleasure, nothing but a slave to the intense sexual thrills running through him. They'd never even met a werewolf and already one of them was succumbing to that horrible disease, and soon, if he didn't figure a way out, Alec knew he would too.

The two hyenas approached Jacob slowly, almost playfully, both sporting obvious erections that he could see even in the dark. He jabbed his spear towards them, but they didn't seem deterred. Where the hell is Alec? Or Stephen, or Caine? Did they get them?

He had no time to think about the fate of his friends with the two beasts drooling as they drew close with excited little yips and yaps. The one of them left hunched over, and with adrenaline rushing through his body, Jacob realized he was about to pounce. It happened in the blink of an eye; he jumped to the side and the hyena barreled over the edge of the roof, plummeting to the streets below with a terrified scream, followed by an eerily quiet thud. He'd recover soon enough; the beasts were practically invulnerable to things that would kill a human. But not tonight. That left only one to take care of.

And then Jacob felt the roof give, the rotten material crumbling under his feet. He tried to leap to safety but his foot only found empty space, and so he fell over the edge, barely managing to grab onto the rusty gutter. It creaked, as if with pain, barely able to support his weight. The spear slipped from his hand.

But that didn't matter. He was done for. He'd either be savaged or he'd fall to his doom. The other hyena loomed over him with a vicious grin, watching him holding on for dear life. And then, to Jacob's great surprise it reached out, offering him a clawed hand.

“Would you rather die than join us? I don't think so," it growled. He'd never realized that the beasts could talk, at least not that eloquently. There was no doubt about its intentions, though; if Jacob let it save him, he'd end up bent over and ravaged until he was just another drooling, giggling hyena. But the other option was certain death and oblivion. He'd always thought that'd be the preferable option, but standing face to face with the reaper, he realized it wasn't as easy a choice to make as he'd thought. He'd be gone; no more thoughts, not ever. Nothing but eternal blackness. At least as a beast he'd feel something.

He grit his teeth and clasped the outstretched hand. He was dead either way, and he figured he'd choose the option that might leave him with a mind at all. He felt the hyena's claws digging into his skin as he effortlessly pulled him up and back onto the roof before quickly wrapping those strong arms around him. The beast smelled musky, overpoweringly so, and being this close to that stench made Jacob's eyes water. But he couldn't deny that there was something attractive about it, somehow. “Let's see what we have here..." the hyena rumbled. In some sick and perverse way he realized that he liked being held like this, utterly under the beast's power. And with that realization, something broke inside of him. His shoulders sunk and he could feel his knees go weak as he let that creature support him, letting him lean into his furred body. He felt a hardness pressing against his thigh, knowing full well what it was. Somehow, it didn't seem so bad anymore.

Alec and Caine were interrupted by Stephen crashing into that dilapidated apartment, screaming for help, although not in words. It was a terrifying enough sound to draw their attention even through the thick fog of lust they were engulfed by, and with that agonizingly pleasurable stimulation ending, Alec sprung up. His sac felt heavier than before, painfully so, and he knew it was a sign of his impending corruption, but at least he could think now. Yet, as lust had been replaced by clarity, that clarity was soon replaced by fear. Stephen fell onto all fours in what seemed like a seizure, but then both of them saw it; jet black fur growing through his skin. His eyes had that same sickly yellow glow as Caine's, but his changes were progressing much, much faster. “What- happening-" he growled, voice deepening even as he spoke. “Feels… good."

Yet while Alec stared at his shifting body fearfully, each loud snap of bones rearranging and the quiet tearing of old human skin sloughing off, Caine was enraptured by it. “Oh gods yes," he gasped in a strangled voice. To him, it was somehow beautiful, that fragile human body being twisted into something far superior, something predatory and lusty. He fell to his knees before his friend with nary a moment of hesitation. Had he been holding that fateful bottle, he'd have drank it, but it was all but forgotten; soon he'd have everything he wanted. He pressed his nose into Stephen's new fur, inhaling that increasingly bestial musk. The fuzziness spread over his balls, and soon his foreskin seemed to retreat, peeling off and bunching up into a sheath, leaving his cock bright red and tapered, already leaking with cum as that last bit of human seed he'd ever produced oozed out, displaced by the tainted virility of a werewolf.

Caine, in his lust, immediately took that bestial shaft into his mouth, eager to have one of his own, and Stephen instinctively thrust right into his throat as he kept changing, every sound he made sounding more like a growl, whimper or even a howl. He did, initially, try to resist the transformation when he woke up to the cramps of them beginning, but then, it had started to feel good. There was a cold tingling sensation that seemed to surge through his spine, first down to his tailbone that quickly fragmented into several new joints, growing out into what would become a tail in a mere moment, and then up, towards his skull. Then, there was only bliss, a raw and instinctive kind of drive that seemed to seize control of him entirely, and as he looked down over his slowly stretching muzzle at the human worshipping his cock – as he should – he was overcome by an urge to share this wonderful gift with him. So he yanked him off and threw him over the nearest counter, a strong paw placed on his back to keep him there and another to lift his bottom up, aligning him with his cock like a toy.

There was a hint, a twinge, of hesitation. But the need was much, much stronger. This was his bitch and he was going to breed him so he could be a good bitch. So Stephen gave in and thrust forward, sinking several inches of that meaty shaft into his friend's ass, relishing in how utterly right it felt to spread him to the very limits of his capacity, that tightness squeezing down on him hard. Caine gave a strange throaty whimper, a mixture of pain and pleasure much like the burning sensation, but the cum he'd ingested earlier demanded that he let this wonderful beast finish what had begun, to have him pump him full of that infectious cum and turn him into just another lusty animal.

Alec was already under the influence, as well. Not enough that it'd force him to do anything, but enough to make him stare longingly at the two as they mated. He found that bottle in his hand again, the aroma of what it contained ever more appealing. All he'd have to do was drink it and he'd join them in their growls and howls of ecstasy soon enough, and he actually found himself seriously considering it.

Upstairs, the hyena had fully stripped Jacob. He'd always thought of himself as big and strong, but he was nothing compared to the beasts, his limbs easily moved as the hyena pleased. Yet, his lover was surprisingly gentle, especially given how hard he was. It was oddly reassuring. He was obviously driven by his need to turn him, and there'd be no way out of this, but he managed to contain himself at least well enough that Jacob wouldn't panic, contrary to all the stories he'd heard of those things.

Certainly they were more primitive than humans. Not much in the way of technology, nor clothing. The hyena pulled Jacob's face against his fluffy, musky chest, forcing him to breathe deep of those scents. It made the human feel even smaller, more helpless. Maybe it was only right that these beautiful creatures controlled the world as the dominant species. Maybe it'd be easier to simply exist, to take life's pleasures as they came rather than worrying about the future constantly. Maybe a simpler life wasn't something to be fearful of. At least, with the pheromone-laden musk worming through his mind, that's how it felt, that he should simply let it happen. But was it only the scent? He had no choice, he knew that much, but the fact that the hyena was so gentle, seemingly not at all like the scary beasts of those campfire tales had thrown him for a loop. Oh, the other hyena had been more of a feral creature, but if they retained any individuality, Jacob realized that he'd welcome the changes. Or at least accept them.

He felt himself growing hard, too, his body undeniably responding to the other male's touch, sparking a need deep inside him. A desire that needed to be filled. He shook his head, but it was a half-hearted attempt to clear his mind. He'd always preferred women, and although he wasn't opposed to men, he'd never been on the receiving end. It'd simply never seemed appealing, but at that moment, he could feel his virgin hole grow almost itchy as the scent's influence on him grew. Like it wanted to clench down on something, to milk something dry and ensure every drop of that something's bounty was deposited into his body.

He didn't resist as the beast maneuvered him over a long silent air conditioner. Once, it'd provided the apartments with cool air. Now, it'd only serve to increase the heat, and finding himself in such a vulnerable position with his chest pressed down on the cold metal and his rear dangling off the side, Jacob felt himself grow hotter regardless of the cool night air.

“You'll make a good hyena," the bigger male growled, satisfied at how obedient Jacob was being. It made him blush, although the sensation of that firm heat – bare skin against skin, now – pushing against his pucker quickly drew his attention. He felt the beast throb followed by slick warm sensation over his hole. Precum, lots of it. More than a human would ever produce, drooling over his pucker, some of it seeping inside, some unknown compound in it intensifying those submissive urges welling in his heart, feeling so right and true now. Like they'd always been true. Maybe they had been, maybe he'd just been trying to appear tough because he had to, while really only wanting to please a stronger male. And then the swollen tip of that member slipped inside him with a fateful twinge of pain.

Alec watched the two mating males, still, how what used to be Stephen's thrusts grew more frantic, feverish, ill coordinated as he rutted Caine, who seemed to have completely lost it, whimpering and whining with need, his still human cock bouncing stiffly with each thrust. Alec knew full well he was going to come. Caine did too, at least in whatever remained of his mind that hadn't been completely drowned in pleasure. But whereas one male desperately fought to bring himself to do something, anything to stop another from being corrupted, the other embraced it, grinding his sore ass back against the beast's thrusts, trying to make him cum.

It was with some horror that Alec realized he wanted to see it happen. He wanted to see the wolf pump his friend full and claim him as one of those beasts. He fell down to his knees and crawled closer, his hand cramping around that bottle that'd started all of this. He felt so warm and tingly, soft and weak, his body demanding that he submit too, and his mind wasn't far behind. But he could still stop all of this, if he just worked up the courage to reach for one of the spears, only meters away, and impaling the mating wolf. It was getting close. From his vantage point, he could see those heavy orbs tightening, the lusty panting intensifying, growls emanating from somewhere deep in the wolf's chest. He'd be next, if he let it happen. Was he just another beast-lover? A traitor who'd give himself over like this? His answer came in the way of a triumphant howl, Stephen announcing his climax to every wolf in range, as he finally drove that swollen knot into Caine's body with a very audible schlurp. And then, he just twitched. Alec watched the base of his cock throb, again and again, balls as tight as they could be against that furred groin. Filling his friend and sealing his fate. And he'd done nothing to prevent it. The shame burned in his very heart, but he couldn't deny that it looked and felt right to watch his friend get pumped utterly full, sealing his fate as a beast. He wanted the same thing, he realized. As if this was what his whole life had been building up to, just a long setup for the climax, as if he were merely a character in a story, with no agency of his own.

Warped thinking, brought on by the mind-alerting cum he'd absorbed. But it seemed so real. Somewhere, someone was writing his story, and he'd always been meant to succumb. There'd never been a choice. He wasn't even the hero who would save the day, he was merely a pawn to allow others a moment of pleasure, reading about his surrender and corruption. Though terrifying, the realization offered him the peace of mind that he needed, the convenient excuse to bring that bottle to his trembling lips just like the story said he would.

None of it was true, of course. Nothing was in control of his fate but he, himself. At least it was true for the few precious second between fantasy and action. But as he tilted the bottle, letting that thick cream inside it pour into his mouth, things changed. The flavor was like paradise, soaking into his tastebuds. And he drank deeply of it, letting that corrupting slippery mess pool in his mouth and swallowing it in great mouthfuls, barely aware of how Caine quickly began to change as well, his body slowly twisting into that of a werewolf while the one that'd claimed him panted with satisfaction behind him, still tied and undoubtedly still spurting cum into him to speed things along, perhaps even enjoying the convulsions brought on by the changes.

Soon, the bottle was empty. Alec's stomach felt full, warm and radiating pleasure, his body immediately rewarding him for finally succumbing to the infection, flooding his mind with dopamine, everything growing fuzzy as he fell onto the dirty floor, his muscles giving in under the ever increasing pressure, the sheer happiness of finally accepting his fate as the infection began to seep into every vein in his body. Was this how it'd felt, he wondered, his skin tingling, aflame with pleasure. When the others were turned? If it felt this amazing, how could any of it be wrong? He gave a gurgling cry of bliss as he watched thick wolf-fur grow over his arms, that tingling only intensifying, and at some point, the two wolves – having disentangled themselves from each other – came to offer him more, as much as he could ever want of their wonderful cum, and he drank so deeply of their essence, letting them fill him over and over, time fragmenting into a series of disconnected memories of himself serving those magnificent beasts with every orifice he could offer. And he lost himself in it, some part of his mind drowning into that lust, never to resurface.

With the hyena bucking into him with agonizingly slow but firm thrusts, there wasn't much left of Jacob but an incoherently moaning mess, and at some point he realized he wasn't even moaning anymore, but yipping and cackling like a hyena as the bigger male claimed him. It was nothing like the stories. He felt warm fuzzy affection, a sense of love even, adoration for the beast that had helped him realize what he really wanted. He wanted to belong to him, to be with him and his other mates, and nothing else mattered. Everything was a haze of pleasure, of feeling so wonderfully full, and before his lover had even reached his peak, he began to succumb to the transformations, not putting up the slightest bit of resistance. The mental ones came first and he embraced them; the instincts of a submissive hyena bitch quickly replacing his former, human assertiveness and dominance. But it didn't stop there. An unconditional love for his “pack" followed, cementing his place in it. This was his place, and there'd never been anything else. A desire to hunt with his mates, to bring down prey together, to scavenge and laugh together.

He could see his nose starting to blacken as the hyena rutted into him, each thumping thrust sending those massive, heavy orbs of his slapping against Jacob's own. Every few thrusts he could feel his lover's beautiful cock buck inside him, a tingling kind of wet warmth accompanying that sensation somewhere deep inside him. He welcomed everything the hyena was willing to give, whimpering as he felt that hazy glow diffuse throughout his body. The way his body hair grew more dense, lusher and richer as it slowly changed felt almost sensual, his skin tingling with delight, as if in a warmth bath but better. Another thrust, another throb, and the sensation spread all the way out into his fingertips, his nails blackening and growing sharper. With a third slow buck of that amazing tool into his depths, the feeling spread to his scalp, hair falling out until only a mane remained. A long, flowing hyenine mane that ran all the way down his back to his very tailbone, which had already begun to stretch and grow, more joints forming into a tail, eagerly wagging.

Squelch. The hyena's cock sunk into him again, to the very hilt. The changing human's ears grew larger, moving towards the top of his skull. Squelch. His cock began to darken, foreskin retreating back and thickening into a protective sheath. Squelch. He was begging for his owner to fill him, to finish it all, any desire to remain human already long gone, buried under that flood of pleasure and sheer rightness.

And he did. There wasn't much left of Jacob to change, but when he heard his owner growl possessively, moments after feeling his jaws lock around his scruffy, maned neck, it came with a sense of finality. Then, that throb, deep inside him, a warmth following it in a hot spurt that he could feel, seeping into his very core. Again and again he throbbed, each twitch of that wonderful cock feeling as if it sprayed raw bliss into his body. Jacob could only whine happily as he sprayed his own seed all over that old air conditioner he was pinned down against, his body reacting to that sensation of being filled, of being bred, just another lusty hyena to prowl for what few humans remained with his master. They stood there for a long time, neither thinking of much, wallowing in the immense satisfaction that both spreading and receiving the infection gifted to them, eventually sliding off onto the old roof together, panting. The bigger hyena licked Jacob's scruff affectionately, soothing the ache left by his mating bite. And there they laid, staring at the night sky together, cuddled up together: this was how it was, after all. They loved each other, animals as they were. It was more romantic, somehow, than anything Jacob had experienced as a human, and even if it was all merely his warped thoughts playing tricks on him, it felt real. And that was all that mattered.

And so, almost at the same time, with nary a thought of what happened to each other, the three wolves and the two hyenas disentangled from each other, each one satisfied for the moment, though with fresh lust quickly brewing in their beastly loins.

None of the four young males who left would return to the enclave, and they were declared dead in their absence, another team lost to the outside world, their disappearance turned into more tales of mindless beasts to keep the children in line with. And perhaps, for three of them, those tales might've been accurate, but one thing that the humans would never understand was that not all of the beasts were the same.

Certainly Alec, Caine and Stephen had all been reduced to a very instinctive state, as they stalked the streets for the next victim to bring into their little pack, thinking about little else than the next mating and meal. But Jacob was quite happy with how it'd call ended up, even as his wonderful mate bounced his bestial form on his lap once more, surrounded by other lusty hyenas, all eager to have their turn with the newcomer.