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Rynevahlt, a unique and expansive village like no other. It was in-fact, effectively 2 cities. Ryne peak, a large fortified snowy town built into the rugged stone of the Rynnar mountain range. And hundreds of meters below it the beachside port city of luxuries, Vahlt

In times long past at its founding. Two brothers and their parties set apart with promise to be together again once they achieved greatness. The brothers founded their homes, Deadeye Vahlt on the tumultuous shores and Blademaster Ryne in the bulwark of snow and stone.

Vahlt sits within a vast and fertile bay flanked by sheer cliffs, it finds itself abundant in vegetation and life. Ryne rests within the unforgiving snow and stoic rock of granite peaks, rich with game and raw material.

Generations of hunters from each village carved towards each other into the mountains. A vast network of tunnels and subterranean roads were slowly developed over generations, still used today by some bold adventurers, traders and determined monsters.

But the goal of these separated clans had always been to build a great mechanical wonder, an elevator of vast proportion that would make them as one. In time it was complete and Rynenahlt was born.

A warm and heavy wind blew at Matias's coat. The heavy scent of salt and tropical air filling his senses as he held his robes tight and huffed while he walked from the ports and down the grand stone roadway that cut the city nearly in two.

At the far end of this great span of busy road filled with merchants, workers, hunters and tourists sat the “Hoffman's Lance". The enormous mechanical lift made by the founders to pierce the heavens and unite their families.

The history and grandeur was nice, sure. But the only thing he cared about was getting to it before it took off to the peaks without him! The lift did four runs a day on a tight schedule and he hardly wanted to be stuck in the lower village for another 3 hours.

Thankfully it wasn't too hard to navigate the streets and with a few ducks and weaves he settled onto the platform to wait and watch the busy city below. He was never fond of the cacophony of luxury and mercantile in Vahlt. Not compared to the cool wind and quiet stone that muffled the harsh drums of industry he grew up with in Ryne. Or this blasted humid air making his hair rise and cling to his hood!

“Ergh, curse it!" he grumbled pulling back his thick black hood. His hair standing on end as though he'd eaten a thunderbug.

He was rather tall and lanky for most of the men in his village. His stature a full 7 feet in height but frame rather slender and skin pale from his obsessive work in his laboratory. His hair was long, a fine drape of midnight black flowing to his shoulders as his soft green eyes adjusted to the light of midday.

He wore a thick black robe not just to protect himself from the cold of the upper village, but to keep others away as well. He was never very fond of company, or not much. He had friends of course, many people he was acquainted with or loved within the village. But socializing with groups was such a chore.

He much preferred the cool serenity of his lab and experiments while working as the town alchemist and apothecary.

But now, he had something he had waited a long time for. He pulled a small oak box from his sleeve and gave a smirk as he peeked into the lid to gaze at the vial inside. A whistle stirred him from his thought before gear brakes disengaged and the lift began to rise.

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Harsh wind and a curtain of snow engulfed him as he stepped out of the grand doors of the upper lift-house. A welcome chill as he rushed down the street and towards his cliffside home.

The sign handing over his doorway held firm in the light chilling winds, emblazoned with his family name “Arturus Apothecary" as he unlocked his door and stepped inside. He flipped the sign to 'open', if somewhat reluctantly, before rushing past his storefront and downstairs to work with his prize.

His laboratory was large, the work of 3 generations of “Arturus" as he set the box and pried it open to pull out the vial. “Wulg essence" was scribbled on the side. The tube filled with a thick white substance that clung heavily to the glass with a consistency of gel.

“Essence indeed" he sighed with a light flush on his cheeks.

It was a beast from far away snowy regions, a small pack animal with a blend of feline, canine and even mustelid traits. But besides their resistance to cold, they were strong, intelligent, dextrous and agile. Excellent traits. Though one must wonder how his supplier acquired the sample…

Still, the wulg semen was exactly what he needed for his experiment. Matias had long been looking into means to empower and improve hunters, palicos and palamutes. It was well known species could 'blend' and change. To adopt characteristics of genes from another. But the changes were often both extreme and unpredictable…Not to mention the mating criteria or compatibility that varied between humans.

Yet with a dab of inert frenzy culture, a little alchemical magic, and select fluids from target species to aid in compatibility; he could create entirely new strains of drugs, enhancements and even breeds of buddies!

Matias rapidly set to work. His first goal was a solution of Palamute and Wulg with a dash of demon and armor extract concentrate. The extracts an added stimulant to boost muscle growth and accelerate changes that could typically take weeks or months otherwise.

It hadn't been hard to acquire the palamute fluids at least. Adrian, his pervert of a brother, happened to have 2 females he lived and hunted with as life mates. The girls had been more than happy to supply him. The hard part was making sure his brother hadn't contaminated the samples before extraction.

Matias shook his head, “Whatever makes him happy" a light thought as he continued his work. It was only a matter of time until they were having pups. Already he saw the changes in his sibling's figure and physique to one more Canyne in nature.

He continued mixing, a crack of flint as he turned on his burner and began to blend the essence into the stimulant mixture in subtle increments. A couple drops of female palamute fluids, a dash of catalyst and a few still moments as the substance settled and stabilized. Any considerable disturbance would be bad for the volatile mix while under heat.

He began adding in the wulg essence as the thick gel slid from the tube…And the tube from his hand.

“Oh shi-“

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Matias reeled with a groan as he sat resting against the wall. His experiment currently smoking on the work desk and arm aching as he looked to his hand covered in burns and lacerations.

He had upset the balance of the mixture at a critical point. The demon and armor extracts mingling with the few drops of palamute as he intended. He had tried to do the same with the needlessly thick wulg 'essence'.

Now that essence was coating his arm and oozing off his fingers as it mingled with his blood. He winced and shuddered, pulling himself up and turning off the burner as he hurried to his aid station to clean and sterilize the wound.

A hefty dose of herbal salve and layers of bandage later he decided to simply turn in for the day and worry about the mess when he awoke. His limb hurt too much to concern himself with yet more work. A heat in his chest from the concussive force of the blast. He moved from his basement to his store front, simply flipping the sign to 'closed' again as he marched upstairs and collapsed onto his bed.

His sleep came quickly, but was troubled. He drifted in and out of a confusing fever dream. His limb almost burned with the warmth as he trembled, feeling it course in his veins as he tensed and groaned. It was not a painful ache, but a throb and flex as though it had a will of its own.

In his intermittent dreams there were things new to him. Scents and sounds were more intense. His vision was more acute than normal. His arm felt powerful, powerful enough to support him as he plodded and rushed through tundra on all fours and heaved breaths of the cool arctic air.

_Good ingredients here. Good prey too. Should I set up camp? But why camp? Who needs a tent with all this fur…Or to worry about medicines and herbs. _

“Ngnh" a light grunt as he awoke. He was hot, a light sweat on his brow as he rubbed his hand. It felt off, warm and soft, swollen maybe? It was important to see at least.

He walked to his personal washroom, standing in the mirror as he looked over the disheveled human before him. “I'm a mess. More than usual at least" he chuckled as he noted with a shudder and blush the cum and fluid stains on his robe and no doubt his bedding.

“Eugh.." a slight grimace of disgust before he slowly undid the bandaging. It felt better the more he stripped away, perhaps the bandages had been too tight? Layer after layer fell away before fur sprouted from the seams. He paused, confused as he looked over the gentle black fluff and continued to tug away the fabric.

“What…is this?"

The last of the bandage fell away. In front of him a furry black paw, his paw.

It was covered in a supple yet thick black fur. Small paw pads still growing from his palm and fingers as he tensed and gasped feeling an abnormally huge claw visibly lengthen from his thumb as the others slowly began to sprout from the tips of his digits.

It still seemed about as dextrous as before, a light flex and shift as his fingers curled and stretched. Fur crept over any remaining skin, a slow itch and sharp burn that would rapidly fade as it left tufts of fluff behind. And to his horror the fur was beginning to creep down his arm as well.

“H-How?" he stuttered as his eyes widened. “The unstable formula. Oh SHIT!"

It was in HIM now. His transformative mixture was altering his body before his very eyes!

He rushed downstairs as the heat slowly traveled up his arm. Warmth beginning to blossom and spread throughout his body as cells prepared themselves to shift and wait for the trailing signal of change.

The lab was a mess. He hadn't bothered with anything after the mix and burner exploded. He needed something to stop the change, an antigen or cure!

His muscles tensed as something shifted in his forearm and lower bicep, the strain causing him to lurch and bear it as he tried to scramble for ingredients. “Hrr, agh!" a growl rumbled from his throat as he grit his teeth. His thumb twisted, growing more muscled and flexible as he pulled the digit back like a switchblade with he mighty claw at its tip.

It stung…The fur had nearly reached his shoulder now. His arm was hot, slow changes still happening under the surface as his muscles crept, reorganized and tensed. “Rrr, nno" a light growl as he dug through his cabinets. He didn't have what he needed in stock, a shame for an alchemist to be sure, especially now! He needed an alternative.

He grabbed a fistful of herbs, quickly picking out what he needed in his haste as he stuffed the bitter plants into his mouth and chewed with a wince. They would slow his shift, or at least dull the pain. It was long enough for him to hopefully gather the ingredients and reverse his change into who knows what.

The burn was already beginning to fade into a much more manageable sensation, slowing down as though he smothered the still smouldering fire inside him.

He donned his cloak, doing his best to hide his new limb. He obscured his arm and rushed for the lift. The inner warmth seemed to cushion him from the harshness of a near-constant winter in his haste.

“No, no DAMNIT!" he cursed, pausing as he spotted the platform already descending and much too far down for him to reach safely. It would be hours before he could get his ingredients now.

_How long had I been asleep? _

The wind brushed against him as he knelt, the mingling sensations and adrenaline in his system as he took slow breathes.

“Okay; relax, Matias…It looks like you'll have to stick it out here" a slow and shuddering sigh as he steadied his nerves. He could still fix this. He had to. He looked around, weighing his options as the great gears slowly ground nearby with a slow mettalic rumble.

“No point in trying the tunnels. It would be quicker to just wait for the lift…" a thought to the vast tunnels and chambers hidden within their villages. “I still have an excess of ingredients at home. Something has to work. And if not…"

He pulled himself up, stumbling over with the strength in his reshaping arm as he gasped and fell on his rear with a pomph of the powder around him. A twitch and wince while his new blade claw suddenly whipped forward and tore through his robe on reflex.

“You bastard. I love this robe" he frowned, holding up the shredded fabric as it pulled away from his furry limb. _“Tch…This is going to take some getting used to." _A bitter thought as he patted one of his pockets with his left arm and looked to a plume of smoke in the distance.

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“Hi, meowster Matias!" the current felyne chef on duty proclaimed as the shrouded human walked over. He was one that was hard to mistake for another with that black cloak hiding him from the world. Though something seemed a little off.

Matias simply gave a nod and grumble as he reached into his pocket with his left arm, soon slapping fistfuls of meal tickets on the counter as the chef gasped with an exaggerated pose and looked over the excess of notes.

“W-wow. That's a lotta tickets. You aren't keeping another monster under your house, are nyaa~?" he teased and purred.

It was well known tunnels and chambers ran under the town. The Arturus's had a big antechamber under their home that connected to the network. They had occasionally kept monsters or patients in there during times of bounty or struggle. It was not unique of course, several of the chambers existed from when they were looking for the best place to build the lift.

“No. Just…expecting a long stay in my lab is all" Matias uttered quietly with a casual wave of his exposed hand while he ducked the other into his robe.

“Hmm, nya. Well okay. You must be doing more of that pre-paw-ration stuff huh? We can bring the crates by your house in a few hours!" the chef meowed, another theatrical pose as he watched the town alchemist nod and turn to shuffle away.

“Nyat guy is so strange…*purr*"

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Matias rushed for home. If he couldn't find a cure in time he would probably be in his home for the long haul. It wasn't the first time he had made a large order for prepared meals and meats, no one should be suspicious or disturb him for a good while at the least.

He slipped into his home and made for the basement again, shucking off his robe in the wide stairwell and letting it drape over a railing as he set foot in his lab.

“Mngh…" a light grunt as he felt the throb and burn in his neck, inspecting it with his human hand to find the fur had already crept to his right ear. “I need to get to work…" a stern statement as he moved to his workstation and pulled every note he had for reference. There wasn't time to freak out or panic. He had his pride and skill. Something would have to give, and he had plenty of time to find out what.

Minutes seemed to crawl like hours as he worked. Every second he could feel a nerve firing or skin shifting. His new paw made some of the work difficult, any stress or tension would bring out his immense claw on reflex and bat around his equipment or tear through an important note.

There was progress…maybe. It was slow. The burner for the first experiment had been broken. His backup wasn't as powerful and the ingredients took longer to react.

The changes simply continued as he tried to ignore them. He could feel his head slowly covered by his new fur. The fluff much shorter around his face and ears even as they began to stretch outward growing pointed and broad as they twitched and flicked.

His senses gradually sharpened, the smells more intense and sounds of his work more precise. It grew easier to parse out reactions. A hidden blessing to his shift as he pulled back when pain began to suffuse his gums.

“Euurh, aAH!" a shout as he bared his teeth and gripped the table before watching in horror as they began to fall out. One by one his human teeth fell to the table and floor with a small clatter, the pointed tips of an intimidating set of new ones quickly replacing them in full.

A growl crept from his throat as his new fangs pressed together, settling in as the pain dulled to a light throb and ache. He looked to a silver body mirror he kept nearby, the figure looking back at him looking like an impish forest spirit than a man as he noted how far the fur had come along.

His face was still human, if furry, but the left arm was nearly fully changed now. The fur engulfed his torso and crept towards his belly like some form of reverse satyr while his insides continued to shift under the surface. He had short beastial ears pressed to the sides of his head, covered in black fur yet with white covering the tips and snaking down the back, for now he was still human enough.

His belly rumbled as he groaned and rubbed his taut gut. He was hungry, incredibly so.

“I need a break…Just a short one." He assured himself as he moved to the large pantry built into the stone wall.

“One of the perks of living in near-perpetual winter? Natural refrigeration~"

A happy muse to himself as he tugged open the oaken door and felt the rush of chilly air blow past him and mingle with the greater lab. His nose twitched as he sucked in the air, the scents were so much more vivid now. The musty smell of his lab, the crisp cool air and aroma of chilled foods pouring from his pantry. Even with his eyes closed he could have found the cooked steaks with that savoury aroma.

He couldn't even wait to warm up his dish, pulling it from the small storage nook as he dove into the first bite and gave a bestial croon of delight.

It tasted good, better than ever before. The flavor was rich, savoury. He could taste the melted fats and crisp marble of the meat so vividly as his new teeth effortlessly shredded each bite and allowed him to stir the flavors before swallowing and taking his next.

His new palette made the meat so much better, from texture to the bland spices he had used and faint searing of the flesh. It was almost divine in his ravenous state. Steak after steak was torn into, aggressively devoured as he loudly chewed and chuffed grabbing a flask of potion and downing it like a glass of malt. He gorged until his paws pressed to the firm wood and found he had greedily eaten his entire week's worth prepared meals.

He whined, the hunger gradually dissipating, but he needed more!

A new scent caught his nose, his nostrils flaring as he huffed and kneeled following a gamey scent that tantalized his senses. The ice box? The meat in there was frozen and raw, a backup supply in case he ran out of regular food early and had to cook more. But as he reached in and pulled out a thick rack by the bone, he couldn't resist.

His teeth sank into the frozen flesh as he gasped and heaved a pleased rumble. The flavor was different from cooked meat, it was distinct, gamey and savoury in it's own delightful way. He tore flesh from bone, his jaws still changing, widening as his aggressive chewing only helped them develop further while he savoured each rich bite of flavorful prey. Every bite and breath promised more flavors, more scents that tantalized his palette.

He could feel his jaw changing, his snout and muzzle stretching outward as though he willed it, demanding his mandibles alter to aid him in devouring his meals. His bones snapped and crept, the skin pulling with it as he whined and winced letting it happen while his tongue grew long and thick.

He set the raw bone in his mouth, growling as he ground and crunched, feeling the material shatter and crumble in his powerful maw as he sampled the rich marrow and licked his chops while nibbling like a playful canyne.

His ear twitched as the thought seemed to pull him from his frenzied feeding. His eyes went wide as he noticed the now prominent pointed snout in his vision while he heaved a whine and looked to his paws. “Ouh, noh…" a slurred mumble as he paused and scrunched his nose.

“Shit…Can I still talk??"

He clicked his tongue, finding that easy enough as he took a breath and sat on his knees.

“A-ahhe, eh-aye, ouhh, euuyou…"

“Er…I can work with this. Just need to get used to it I'm sure!" nervous but determined as he wriggled his nose refusing to lose to his changes.

“Aaeee…hhee…aa-ayeeEEEE!?" he yipped, a sudden bolt of sensation rocketing up and down his spine as he jumped and tumbled onto his side. He groaned, about to pull himself up before another shockwave ran through his core making him yip and yelp as he reflexively stretched out all his limbs and shuddered with a gasp.

It felt like something was trying to force itself out of his lower spine!

“HYAEE!" another undignified wail as he frantically kicked off his pants and gazed at the orb of muscle pressing out from his tailbone. It was beginning to outstretch with wave after wave of alien sensation, making him yip and tremble through kicks and embarrassed moans.

He was growing a tail!! Each second that new flesh and bone sprouted from his body sent new sensations and excitement through his spine. He shuddered as he grabbed the gnawed bone and crammed it into his mouth to muffle his animalistic yowls of tickling alien pleasure.

Each new nerve was sending a signal as it grew, forcing sensations to cascade through Matias as he watched each new inch of flesh protruding. The alchemist was jumping and yelping with every new vertebra that popped into place or letting out sporadic giggles and manic cackles as it tickled his spine. His claws dug into the stone floor while he tried to endure, his breath uneven through trembling moans and gasping laughter and yips as he wriggled and squirmed. But gods did it feel amazing. Weird. But amazing.

He let out a slow grumble and croon as his eyes rolled backwards when the fur began to sprout. An intense itch began to assault the new skin and crawl up the length of it as it progressed. It tested the nerves once more as his tail flicked and wriggled developing a sheathe of fluff before Matias was finally given relief from the explosion of tactile stimulation.

He was left panting, blushing hard as he covered his face with a hand-paw and gnawed the bone with a groan of shame. Gods, the sounds he made…They were more appropriate for Adrian's bitches.

He looked back to his new appendage, a great bushy tail nearly as long as he was and sheathed in a gorgeous coat of silken snow-white fur. It seemed to respond to his emotion and shift in accordance with his body language and emotion as he felt it drape with feelings of shame.

It was odd to move, a bit cumbersome at first, but his mind slowly adjusted to the addition. Though it also drew his attention to his lower-half in general. A lower half with inhuman legs and covered in that same luxurious fur.

“It progressed again…How long was I eating? How much did I eat!?" a nervous thought dipped in frustration as he looked wide-eyed to his emptied stores of food.

“Ah…A growinghn bhoy needsh hith prwotein I guesh" he chuckled with a nervous grin and lowered his new bestial head to the cool stone floor. He did feel different, but still himself. It was hard to parse all these feelings. His new senses so acute and distracting, the feeling of his new body so alien yet familiar.

“I still have my mind at least. Think of the positives."

A thought striking true. Sure he was different, but that didn't necessarily mean bad! He was getting a handle on speaking again already!

He pulled himself up on unsteady legs, adjusting to walking on his broad toe-pads as he found himself shifting with a swagger as he walked. It felt kind of…good~ It filled him with an unusual confidence as his body moved so fluidly with each step. There was strength and flexibility he had never experienced before, even as the heat still twisted his insides it had began to taper off and coalesce in his gut.

He needed that mirror again.

He walked to the great body mirror, pausing at what he saw in front of him. A beast like none he had seen. A mix between wolf and badger but so much more. His snout was broad, his entire head streamlined and smooth with a large maw and muzzle that gave him a sharp and rugged visage. His ears her pointed but short and broad, flowing back along the natural structure of his skull and likely meant to protect them from cold. His eyes, thankfully, remained as green and human as ever.

His figure had bulked up, his once slender form had grown muscular and athletic. His physique streamlined and natural with no unusual bulk as he grinned and flexed an arm feeling strength unlike any he had before. His body was much more animalistic. He stood on the toes and sole of his feet, walking like a beast as his feet had lengthened and granted him a few additional inches in height, now standing at 7'6". He had the clawed toes and massive scythelike claws that extended 6-inches from his thumbs, but seemed easy enough to retract and lock by some form of muscle and bone mechanism that left it useable.

Matias had become covered in fur, a deep midnight black now covered his arms and shoulders, it covered the top of his upper back and circled his chest to flow down to his belly. He had a firm pronounced rump under his luscious tail. A pronounced collar of thick fur surrounded his collarbone like a noble wreath, his long majestic hair had shortened and thickened into a warhawk that began at his scalp and flowed down his pronounced neck as a mane to merge with the collar.

The rest of his body was covered in a deep sheathe of silken white, thick fur as pure as fresh snow that comfortably coated his form and draped as a pronounced tuft from his tail.

As Matias looked himself over, it was hard not to blush, to smile at his shockingly handsome visage. It felt remarkable, the warmth and power seemingly coming to him so naturally as he smiled to the male sharing his expression in the sheet of silver.

“Is this…really me?" a light gasp as he exhaled and allowed his new hand paws to roam his soft fur and dense musculature.

“Perhaps a cure isn't necessary at all~" a cheerful hum as he relaxed and stretched. There was still a tightness in his joints that instinct drove him to correct. He tensed and heaved a grunt as he bent forward, feeling the pops and snaps as he acquainted himself to his new form. And yet as he turned, he continued to, far past what a human should as he twisted and bent in ways that would be agony to any man, yet to him were quite pleasant.

“They weren't kidding when they said these beasts were flexible!" a jovial quip as he had bent so far backward that he slid through his own legs and rested his chest and folded arms on the floor.

The new angle did draw him to where some of the warmth had pooled, a light flush in his cheeks as he looked to his exposed and heavy bestial package swaying above his snout.

A knock on the door and ring of a bell made him yip and tumble, falling to his side and flopping onto his back like a spring releasing tension. “Meowster, Matias? You here?" a familiar voice as he heaved a sigh and flicked his great bushy tail back and forth with a bemused smirk.

“Oh, yes! Just leave the crates on the desk. Thanks guys!" he gave a shout before another stretch as he heaved a growl and let his claws flex and twitch. It was only when he heard the work of the felynes cease and peace in his home once more that he continued his exploration and ignored their mention of his odd voice and slurred speech.

“Mnh~" a light shudder as he pulled himself up and spread his legs. He leaned against his work desk as his hand tentatively slipped downward to rub the large furry pubic muff of black fur that coated his genitals before the white began. He had a sheathe now, the flesh thick as it defined a small portion of his shaft within him and ended at a plump wrinkled fold with a pink tip peeking out and dripping a slick clear fluid.

The scent of it was raw and heavy. The enormous grapefruit-sized testicles under it in a plump sack pulled firm against his body as they lightly throbbed and flexed with a modicum of excitement. He took the dollop of fluid, gingerly sniffing at it and sliding it across his tongue as he savoured a bitter salt and mild tang in his arousal.

It stirred his body as he shivered and huffed, watching his sheathe swell and throb as a bit more of his strange cock slid out. He was eager to see what his experiment had given him, perhaps what wulg's already took pride in. His hand trailed downward, cautiously rubbing his sheathe as he moaned and chuffed from the sensitivity of the protective envelope holstering his proud animalistic length.

He never thought himself to be gay, even now he held little question he was more of less straight. But looking to the undeniably handsome male in the mirror, the looks he cast to himself as his paws fondled his heavy scrotum and growing cock. The heady scent and the growls that reverberated in his lab. It was hard not to get erect, not to grow excited with so much attention.

“Ohh, wow~" he moaned and blushed as he stirred his length, he milked out streams of watery arousal to spatter and drip over the floor with a groan and huff of bliss. His cock was so much more sensitive than before! Every stroke seemed to make him shudder and quake before he reluctantly pulled away to examine his new tool.

Nine lovely inches of canine cock stared back at him, a long smooth pink shaft covered in a network of pronounced veins and a constant film of glistening arousal and fluid that dripped from his member. His cock was uniform in thickness until reaching his glans where they tapered towards the tip. It seemed to slowly flatten inwards like a spade and produce an engorged urethra at the tip.

At the base of his cock sat a plump bulb of reddish flesh. A knot that could fill a mate and tie them to him as he filled them with his seed. Below the knot the flesh seemed unusually thick however, not the usual thin muscle he had so heard of in canine species, but a firm anchor of flesh nearly thick as the main shaft and expanding in girth as it traveled to the entrance of the sheathe and formed flush with the skin.

“Hmn…P-perhaps" he huffed as his maleness throbbed with pleasure. “They do not tie quite like other animals? Afterall the body is flexible enough without risking the base of the shaft" he chuckled and stroked, a light squeeze as he crooned in delight at the intensity of sensation.

“Urgh! Hnn, oooah. W-what!?" he gave a sudden tight grunt, a tense and groan as he pulled his hand back. He was still being altered internally. The heat had reached above his crotch as things shifted and twisted uncomfortably while his legs shuddered and maleness drooled.

It began to taper off, growing gentle as he felt a pinch behind his testicles. “Uhhn~" a light grunt, between his legs as something wet gently dripped over his thigh and scrotum. Something with an intoxicating feminine aroma.

The burn was all but gone now. A light fading throb as he pressed his ears even further against his head and felt his tail try to fold between his legs as it reacted to his sense of shame. There was only one thing that could have been, what he was feeling now as the warmth and sensitivity of something completely new teased his lower half and perineum.

He couldn't get a good view just tugging his enormous balls upward. His paws brushed against it as he shuddered and groaned from the spikes of pleasure and more of that scent. He turned around, hiking his tail and gripping it as the new appendage tried to hide his shame.

“W-well…There's where the canyne essence went…" he sighed, his cheeks so warm he swore they could steam under his cheek fur. Just under his balls was a new set of gentle sable lips. He had a pussy, and moreso it was a canine spade.

Yet it was not like he had ever seen, even through the flush and heated breath as he gazed at his new femininity he knew his cunny was special. Even engorged, the spaded lips were full and puffy but shallow and dripping with a layer of heated need. His pussy seemingly pushed from a horizontal fold of gentle pink flesh, something that would no doubt sheathe his lips and protect his womb from unwanted suitors…

He couldn't be sure if he was fertile…But he certainly felt that he was. He was a hermaphrodite now. A fully functional beastman with both sets of equipment and even now mingling a rich and intoxicating arousal that stirred his need for a brute or bitch to satisfy him.

Yet it didn't feel wrong. New perhaps, but not wrong.

“Hmm…Something to worry about later." A dismissive thought as he pulled himself up and sat at his desk to collect his thoughts. He looked again to that stud in front of him, feeling his form as he smiled and relaxed into flow of his body. “I can work with this".

He gave a final pose, a final flex as his hands roamed. He couldn't deny the lust his own visage filled him with. The foreign body that had become his own as he teased himself with his impressive maleness and even flashes of his new feminine vent. His tail swayed, wafting and mixing the potent fragrance of his beastial sex as he took slow breathes of the luxurious perfume that was his new body. Was it weird to want to fuck yourself~?

He felt a sudden pressure in his new broad shoulders. A gasp escaped his lip as he growled and groaned. Something was shifting, growing rapidly as the bone and back bulged out. Matias gave a shout, forced to his hands and knees as he heaved out hot breathes with strings of saliva dripping over the ground and a dense steam pouring from his maw.

“Huuoorgh. W-what's happening NOW!?" he growled, wincing as something popped, the groaning of muscle and bone as his eyes went wide. He felt a pulse through his body as his spine shifted and haunches snapped. A yelp and yip rung through the room as his hackles grew, his neck and shoulders growing more broad and powerful as the sensations seemed to calm once more and leave him breathless on the floor.

He tried to stand, but it was incredibly awkward. He stumbled and fell to all-fours again as a cold shudder ran down his spine. “Ooh, oh no" a whine as he sat like a beast and looked to his dextrous paws. He had shifted again, to a full feral body. A full hermaphrodite wulg, he had even grown a bit more, large as a small horse now but body stocky and powerful.

He tried to speak, but every utterance was a slow droning growl, snarl, bark or hiss. His vocal chords must've altered as well, his voice was lost to him. “Just like those Tailriders I'd heard of.." he whined as his stomach clenched in hunger once more.

One step forward always seemed to be followed by two steps back…But his mind was still his own. The instinct was more intense now, a guiding force but not one that overpowered his reason or desires. A simple and niggling voice in the back of his head trying to assess the situation and direct him for his survival.

He plodded his way upstairs, assessing his situation once more. “How will I secure the ingredients like this? Will I be caught like an animal and sent from the village?" His thoughts could do little but race. “Would they think I'm someone's pet? Could I…still scribble something mayhaps? A note!" he grinned, his options not gone quite yet before the savoury scent of meat snapped his attention to the main storefront.

The steak meals he had ordered!

His issues were immediately discarded as he bound for the boxes of food. The scent was so rich, so warm and salubrious as he drank in the sight of his many wrapped meals ready for storage. He dove in, tugging out a slab of meat to dig into, to chew and tear as his new palette and senses furthered the pure bliss of such a morsel.

He growled as he gorged on the food, filling his stomach once more as the nutrients fueled a final change during his singular gluttonous focus. Steak after steak was torn into, bone after bone crunched and chewed as he swallowed and licked his chops. He could feel his muscle and bone grow, the ripples under his fur as he continued to feed the shifts and altered tendon.

His mighty form grew and grew. The storefront thankfully large and designed for beasts that may find themselves in need of treatment or experiment. Weeks of food found itself devoured, each munch and growl serving to expand Matias's great musculature. Nothing was left to waste, no fat on the form, only the efficient and sturdy muscle of a predator that ruled its territory.

By the time he was done, the boxes sat smashed and empty. He gave great heaving pants as his head swam in a fog of instinct. He was enormous now, at just a glance he had to be nearly as large as a zinorge. He felt so powerful, so primal and threatening. Whatever had happened to him had finally and truly settled. This was him now, and with a deep breath he let out a howling roar that rattled the panes of glass and shook the stone.

The feral mind was firmly in control, but the human self still held some guidance and direction, kept him calm and soothed his thoughts. He wandered downstairs and gazed to the great Wulg that stood towering over the small mirror, the great hybrid beast meant to lead a pack and rule his lands.

The scent of sex hung heavily in here as he reached back with a paw. He caressed his engorged member, looking to the 18-inches of pulsing canine cock hanging from his sheathe as he groaned. He stirred his shaft, humping into the paw with heaving growls. He tensed, a light grunt as he came.

Great streams of his sperm coated the floor, striking with a loud splatter and pooling in congealing puddles as he gazed to the excess of his essence still pouring form his length and coating the stone with each flex and hump. His sperm was thick as a quivering gel, the fragrance of his seed heady and exhilarating, just like the substance that had turned him, perhaps moreso~ It clung to his sinuses and teased his nerves as he shuddered with delight. It stirred his feminine self as he leaned down to lap at his cloying sperm, the thick salty substance that clung to his tastebuds and stained his breath.

It was so dizzyingly potent, overwhelming and virile. He licked his chops, swallowing every drop on his tongue before stepping back, avoiding his own mess as he sat on his haunches with a whine. He curled downward, nosing and sniffing at his musky junk, sucking lungfulls of maleness to make him drool before he moved his melon-sized nuts to the side. His spade was swollen, more bestial now as the lips pursed and throbbed with need. His heady female scent like a gentle wine to tantalize his already excited body.

He dove inward, dragging his tongue along the supple folds as he heaved a groan of pleasure. So fucking sensitive, so sweet. He couldn't stop, lapping, sucking and stirring as he explored every inch of his puffy black folds, polishing them like onyx as his gentle nectar leaked from his eager spade to tease his tastebuds and goad him onward.

His tongue pushed past his entrance as he drooled and growled, stirring his beastly quim while he lapped and sucked, lost in the foreign pleasure of his twin sexes as he ground his nose into his pussy and musky anus, sucking in the scents of his feral sex until he twitched and quivered. His entire body flexed in orgasm, every nerve pumping as he thrust and whined with a gasp. His womb almost seemed to clench as it sucked his tongue, bathing his muscle in his fem cum as he drooled and chuffed in delirious bliss.

As he felt the warmth run and blossom through his body in orgasm, he slurped his long and meaty tongue from his folds and heaved a pant of delight. He found himself soon laying on the floor, legs spread as his cock continued to drool and spurt while his pussy winked and squeezed in residual quakes of pleasure. It was so intense, so much more so than his former human form, it was so deliciously gratifying.

He found his way back to all fours and trotted around the room, his instinct was directing him away from this small room and fancy den. He felt so…powerful, so free of worry and responsibility. He didn't need to be here, not now.

He pawed at the large trap door to the tunnels, it was a tight squeeze, but he managed to slip into the great antechamber. The musty smell of stale air and faint scent of the outside filled his senses as he looked to the only exit, to the great planes of snow as he trotted to the nearest entrance on memory and instinct.

He dove into the great tundra, the massive dunes of powder and felt the cold winds bathe his body in a soothing and familiar atmosphere while he took in the sight of the expanse before him. He looked back to the city above, listening to the churning of industry before he turned back to the wilds and rushed out into the unknown.

He would return one day, continue his work as an alchemist even. But for now, he needed to be wild. He needed to be free!