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They weren’t the most subtle of people. Their idea of a silent entry was for Lucifer to stand as the lookout while Xerxes easily snapped the entire doorknob off with a brief application of his massive reptilian strength. The hefty wolf and crocodile were the unwelcome sight of many a debtor who thought they could get away without paying. There was leniency for those who truly couldn’t pay, of course. Someone had to [i]really[/i] screw up to have The Boys at their door. Even their neighbour wasn’t safe.

It all started when Luc glimpsed Sothe through the window. There were those certain markings, those hints of something [i]more[/i] to the pleasant hybrid who lived right next to the two big brutes. He’d never been anything but pleasant with them, but that was no excuse to hide something from their boss. Sothe was [i]special[/i]. Someone the big horned woman in charge was very interested in [i]collecting[/i], and that meant sending in her two heaves to snatch him up. It was much better than letting someone else get their hands on him.

The two of them move around far too loudly to remain undetected for long. The [i]thump thump thump[/i] of their footfalls was their idea of stealth. It was enough to shake the pictures on Sothe’s walls. He looked up from what he was doing and blinked a couple times, wondering if the area was going through some sort of natural disaster. It didn’t even occur to him that he might be having his home invaded until the two big lugs burst in through his bedroom door while he was in a state of particular undress. It was too late to cover up.

Xerxes blocked the door with his enormous bulk while the chunky wolf just took Sothe from behind and shoved him against a wall, one hand wrenched behind his back. There was a certain expertise to that hold. The crude canine knew how to handle someone. Sothe didn’t bother to fight them, even when the big brute leaned in close and puffed in one of his ears. The markings were on full display, and Luc made it obvious he saw them as he carefully ran his fingers along their scar-like patterns.

“Hey Sothe. Thought we’d drop by,” he spoke, like a grunt.

“Wait, wait, hold on,” he stammered out, backing towards the wall. There was nowhere to run, and things most certainly wouldn’t have gone well if he tried to fight them. He was just going to have to try to negotiate. “We can work something out. You don’t have to ...”

“Relax. Boss just wants to see ya is all. Or she will, when we tell you what you are. Nothing bad’s gonna happen.” Luc had a way of speaking that entirely lacked reassuring qualities, and he went ahead and confirmed Sothe’s doubts when he continued. “Gotta make sure you’re the real deal first, though. You understand, of course.”

“Yeah. That means we’re gonna fuck your brains out until you give us what you want,” Xerxes added with a cruel chuckle. “And we’re gonna enjoy it.”

Sothe knew what Luc meant just fine, but hearing it spelled out for him so bluntly somehow made him shrink away all the more. Those two brutes were going to [i]use[/i] him, whether he liked it or not. In truth, it wasn't the worst turn of events for him with his secret out. Others would want to exploit his inner power, or even cause him harm to ensure no one else could put him to use. Maybe even get rid of him out of a sense of righteous purity.

There wasn’t much understood about Sothe’s secretive species, rare and hidden in plain sight as they were. The hulking couple next door had always been pleasant to him, despite their line of work. Yet when he’d become part of their [i]business[/i], all bets were off. At least there were probably worse people to catch him. It was probably best he tried to cooperate, and hope their meaner instincts didn’t take over - and hope that he even survived all they wanted to do to him.

He was already losing a little bit of control over his powers. All it took was a big, wet lick of a sloppy wolf tongue along his neck and cheek, and his powers were already starting to manifest. He was changing. Adapting, more accurately. Every touch made him a little more like his aggressor. It was highly subtle at first. He felt some fluff on his face like he’d suddenly forgotten to shave for a week. The giveaway markings on his back started to glow a little too. If Luc didn’t let up, Sothe was going to end up looking a whole lot like a wolf himself just like him eventually. The grinding and squishing of his plump gut to Sothe’s back said he wasn’t nearly done teasing that shifter.

Sothe felt that bulge. He was breathing in the scent of an increasingly horny wolf, and starting to smell like one himself. The outline of an unsheathing canine cock pressed right to the small of his back while Luc continued stroking, grinding, even outright humping at him like the horny dog he was. Every touch imbued him with a little more of that wolf’s essence, The transformation might have left him fully canine if Luc didn’t suddenly wrench him back from the wall and instead send him stumbling across the room with one mighty shove. He was a strong guy, but all that heft and muscle was downright girly compared to the scaly wall that was Xerxes. Sothe ended up staggering face first into that huge, scaly gut.

That wasn’t the kind of heft that came from [i]regular[/i] eating. Sothe couldn’t help but feel a certain streak of fear when he raised his gaze to regard the crocodile’s glower. The lava-like orange of Xerx’s gaze was enough to freeze him in place, but also to make him wonder just where a croc like him got such pretty things. Maybe a little dragon on some side of the family? His curiosity was swiftly snuffed out of him in favour of flustered fear when the big beefy reptile grabbed him by the back of the head and squashed him even deeper into that huge, exposed, leathery gut.

“Wouldn’t mind putting one of you special types away ...” came his rumble, in a voice more felt than properly heard.

Even so, Sothe understood just fine. His eyes went wide as fearful paralysis took him over just as thoroughly as arousal. Even as he was frozen, he found his gaze slowly taking on the same threatening glow of Xerxes’ own. He thought perhaps he felt a layer of scales dotting down his spine and tail too, or something that was starting to resemble them. He was going to stay precisely where he was until the croc decided otherwise, smothered and taking in that pleasantly masculine reptile scent. Only when Xerxes relented could he gasp back to life, stepping back and watching the croc’s grin spreading wider and wider - then he witnessed him opening up his jaws.

The fierce [i]CLACK[/i] of those teeth snapping mere inches from Sothe’s face left him leaping away in fright. Luc caught him before he could outright crash to the floor, lightly chuckling as he shoved the shifter right back towards the ravenous crocodile while Xerxes gnashed and drooled at him. Without thinking about what he was doing, Sothe reached up to try to defend himself, shoving at the massive crocodile, trying to make him back down. That just got him more near-miss chomps while Xerxes reached out to snatch him by the skull in two hands.

That grip was so tight that Sothe couldn’t have moved if he wanted to. He was left staring directly into the steamy maw of the reptile while Xerxes leaned in close, licking along those deadly fangs. He had surprising tongue control for a croc. Good enough to reach out and slurp all over the shifter’s features while they took on a more and more canine shape. He was caught up in that in-between state, neither wolf nor human while he got absolutely bathed in croc slobber. The whole time he was intrinsically aware that Xerxes was getting a thorough sample of his flavour. He hoped he wasn’t too tasty.

The croc wasn’t nearly done teasing him, opening up wider and [i]lunging[/i], completely engulfing the shifter’s head in those jaws. He pinned him between his teeth and let him feel that pressure rising. It would have been the easiest thing in the world for him to just bite down right that moment and end it. By the tension flexing through his jaws and neck, he was thinking about it, and whether the job was worth more than the brief satisfaction of that fatal indulgence. He managed to mutter even while he had his bite-grip locked around Sothe’s features.

“You taste good. I bet you’d crunch so nice, knowing I was ruining something precious ...” came his dark tone.

It was quite possibly only the wolf calling out in a casual, unconcerned tone that saved Sothe’s life. Or maybe it was all one big tease. He still didn’t know.

“Alright, Xerx. That’s enough for [i]now[/i]. We gotta get him to Dai in one piece after all.”

For a moment, Sothe misheard that as [i]die[/i], even if that made no sense. Only on consideration did he remember the name of Dairinn. He probably should have known two shady boys like them had [i]connections[/i]. Looking down at himself, he saw a little more of the wolf’s dark fur taking over his formally smooth skin once Luc squeezed him a few times, groping his hands down his sides, up his middle. A squish on his pecs just turned him on, ensuring there was plenty to grope when Luc went down lower and took a generous handful of Sothe’s barely concealed bulge. He was getting hard at the forceful treatment. The fear just seemed to make it better.

Luc was even more thorough when it became apparent that Sothe enjoyed the attention. He was ever so handsy, stroking and admiring all over, touching every little detail he could. Any fabric still clinging to Sothe’s body was swiftly shredded. He didn’t bother to undress his quarry, instead just throwing aside the scraps so he could take two double handfuls of the shifter's butt. It was still mostly human for now, but every time the wolf squeezed those ample cheeks, he took on even more of the aggressors’ features, one by one. It was going to take more than just groping to really trigger it though.

Xerxes got in on the action too, surrounding Sothe in studs while he placed a meaty hand under the shifter’s chin. Tilting Sothe’s head back to get a better look at him, he examined him from seemingly every angle, then just shrugged his shoulders.

“I don’t see what’s so special. Looks like a regular guy to me. Should just let me eat him and forget about it.”

“You don’t see it? Well, you will,” Luc assured. “We just gotta fuck it out of him.”

Xerxes grunted his acknowledgement. “Yeah? I can do that.”

That put an even more terrifying grin on the croc’s face. Sothe wanted to shrink down to nothing and just vanish from their sight if it meant being out of that beast’s grasp. For the moment, the reptile handled him as gently as he was capable of being. Which was to say, he rather rudely pushed a finger right into the shifter’s mouth. It was thick. His first response on feeling those scales brushing along his tongue was to lick it, and even to suck it. He wasn’t sure why that came so naturally, but it was probably the right move to keep that smouldering monster happy.

Xerxes looked even more pleased with that reaction. He pressed in a little more while curled a hand around to give a bit meaty slap on one of those asscheeks. Further groping just helped him pull it aside so he could tease a digit right at the shifter’s rim, tickling, touching, prodding. It fit was supposed to help him relax for the fucking to come, it wasn’t working. It did ensure he was getting more and more attuned to the huge reptile, but his enduring fear meant he was more closely tied to the wolf’s form as his powers slowly manifested.

Luc kept the attention going, sniffing his way up the back of Sothe’s neck, then shoving his nose right into his hair. A good, deep sniff made Sothe blush all the more, just to know the wolf was enjoying him so much. The lick that followed only confirmed that. It all started to make him get more and more in tune with the big-bellied scoundrel. He felt a connection forming. More of a physical one than an affection one, but it was enough to make it harder and harder to keep his powers stable. Maybe there was something good about that nasty wolf that his body recognized, even if he seemed like a crude, mean bastard. It was enough to start obviously showing.

“Look at him. I see it now,” the croc pointed out. “Kinda starting to look like you.”

Sothe could hear the lust hissing in those words. If he ended up looking like the croc’s partner, well, he wasn’t even sure what would happen. He shrank away from Xerxes and deeper into the wolf’s embrace, squishing his back to the big wolf’s fat gut. That enabled Luc to drag him over to his own bed, where he was swiftly flattened and pinned beneath the muscle and chub of that big canine. A few more licks to the back of his head and neck only helped the transformation take all the more deeply. It was primed. All it was going to take was a momentary lapse in his concentration. The wolf grinned over at the croc as he got ready to break it.

“How’s about we see how far he’ll go? Letcha have two of me runnin around.” Then, as if he suddenly remembered Sothe could hear him too and maybe had some opinions on the whole matter, went ahead and questioned him with surprisingly sincerity. “How’s that sound to you?”

“I don’t ... please don’t ... ” he began, hardly in any position to get anything coherent out while he was facedown in the sheets. He finally managed to murmur a question out. “Your boss doesn’t want me [i]gone?[/i]”

“Trust me, we’d have dealt with you a long time ago if she did,” Luc said, which wasn’t a huge comfort. “Told you. She wants to [i]meet[/i] you. She’ll know better what to do with you.”

“Only if you’re for [i]real[/i], though,’” Xerxes reminded him. “Otherwise ...”

He patted his gut a few times, as if to make certain Sothe hadn’t forgotten how much the croc wanted to devour him. Like so many before him, most likely. Luc went ahead and added and kept rubbing his bulge on the small of the transforming mostly-wolf’s back. Then, Xerxes continued, with a slightly softer tone than before. As much as his volcanic voice could manage anyway.

“Look. You’ll probably be alright. Especially if we put in a good word for ya. She’s good.”

The constant rumble emanating from him subsided slightly when he talked about the boss. There was affection there. Maybe even adoration. It wasn’t the kind of thing Sothe expected someone to feel towards a ruthless crime boss, but maybe she was different. It wasn’t like the official law had ever served or protected him. Luc made sure to interject.

“But only if you give [i]it[/i] to us.”

Sothe knew what they wanted. A little chomp on the shoulder made him yelp, revealing just how many canine properties he’d already taken on. He was losing his focus for all the intimidation they’d shown him. If they kept it up, there was no way he’d be unable to share his [i]blessing[/i] with them. It was a certain special something that could only be extracted through deep, intense intimacy. There was a reason his kind was so fiercely sought out, a reason why he kept hidden. People wanted to use him, for one reason or another. People like those two boys.

The discomfort of the situation had somehow still managed to make him ache with need. He was horny to the point of curling his toes into the carpet, gritting his sharpening teeth. It was enough of a strain that he was greatly relieved from just a few firm strokes of the wolf’s fingers wrapped around his cock. He sighed deeply, and gave something like a whimper. Maybe it was a slightly canine sound already.

The next order of business was Luc getting his own dick out. It took some unbuckling and yanking, but he eventually kicked his way free. Soon Sothe had a bare wolf cock grinding on his pristine skin, marking it with some matting streaks of hot precum. The scent of horny dogs rose warmly in the air, leaving the croc to loudly sniff at it. Sothe knew not what he was unleashing with his shapeshifting, but he simply couldn’t help it. His body was attuned to the wolf, and maybe his mind was too. Some part of him wanted to look just like Lucifer the big strong crime wolf. Even if he knew he’d never be able to be quite so imposing.

Luc took a break from simply humping to instead roll him over and let Xerxes get a better look at the wolf-ifying shifter they both had on their hands. Sothe was far from fully transitioned yet, but he could feel it. Mostly wolf, but there was some croc in there too. Even if he was terribly afraid of that reptile, he couldn’t help taking on a few small traits. His presence was simply so powerful that it rubbed off on the shifter. Though he still shrank away from the croc’s approach once more as that big reptile came stomping forth, licking his chops.

He wasn’t gentle when he snatched Sothe up and forced him to sit on the edge of the bed before that great, scaly gut. Luc was swift to join him, cock standing up stiff, dripping a little more with every throb while he helped the enormous crocodile undress. Getting that sleek black shaft out from its bulging confines meant hitting Sothe with another wave of even richer masculine musk. His nose seemed more sensitive than usual, for whatever reason, flaring out as he looked over the glossy spire erect before him.

It was bigger than his. Bigger than Luc’s, too,, all wrapped up snug with plenty of extra skin hugging up tight to the shaft, not fully unrolled even at full mast. The changes ensured his sense of smell was extra sensitive, leaving every breath one he sniffed up even more of the manly essence. He wasn’t ever going to get those scents out of his senses, or so it felt.

“Well? You’re a wizard or something, right? Work that magic on this dick,” Xerxes crudely urged.

“Heh. Well. Close enough, yeah.” Luc decided it wasn’t the time for lengthy explanations of Sothe’s nature. “Suck us good, Merlin.”

“Yeah. And you’d better do a [i]good[/i] fucking job, or ...” Xerxes trailed off with an ominous rumble.

Blushing and humiliated, Sothe still found himself turned on, despite his reluctance. He knew he had no choice. Which was a good way to excuse how into it he soon was. He went for it. It wasn’t clear whose was better to start with, so he just pushed his face between two thick dicks on offer and let them slide against his heated cheeks. They were quick to grab and snatch at him, bringing their tips towards his mouth so that he could indulge in their tastes just as much as their scents. He was swift to lick at the beads of precum forming there, replacing it with an excess of saliva. Was his tongue getting wetter too?

As much as he knew they both wanted a good suck, there was no possible way he could fit both of them in his mouth at once. He wasn’t even sure about one of them at once. Perhaps stalling for time, or perhaps just ensuring they knew how saturated he was getting with their head-spinning musk, he moved smoothly down Luc’s shaft and slurped the wolf’s hefty balls a few times, sniffing his way to the centre of them. It was enough to get him a little drunk on raunchy wolf scent, that canine musk spiced just right to really get his juices flowing.

Of course, Xerxes was just as rich, just as good in his own way when Sothe swapped off to drag his tongue along the bulging veins of that pitch black tower of croc cock. It was smooth in places, textured in others, delighting Sothe’s tongue all the way down to those extra-hefty nuts. He had to wonder just how the croc managed to walk around comfortably in any sort of pants with a set like that. Practical or not, they were perfect for slurping. He made sure to at least seem eager, even if he was obligated to serve them as best he could.

Sothe had the sudden ambition of getting one of the croc’s enormous nuts inside his mouth. It was an effort that quickly proved pointless. It would have been like sucking on a melon. He sucked and drooled his way along the scaly surface, trying to stretch his jaws open wide enough. The result was satisfying enough for the recipient. Xerxes chuckled and patted the back of Sothe’s head when he repeatedly failed, only to display a sudden outburst of greed that had him shoving his palm firmly on the shifter's skull to keep him utterly smothered against that hefty sack.

He didn’t get a hint of air for several seconds, but all he needed was warm crocodile balls to truly be satisfied. Taking an extended whiff, he sighed deeply as he felt that intoxication rolling through him. Curling his toes made him realize they too were feeling different. Were his feet getting bigger? More sensitive, too. Maybe it was part of taking on the wolf’s form. He was excited at the thought of having some big, meaty canine paws, he had to admit.

When Xerxes finally let him slide back, he gasped and coughed a few times. He didn’t get much of a chance to recover before he felt that grip tugging him close once more. Maybe they’d be impressed if he managed to get his mouth around what had to be one of the biggest dicks he’d ever seen. First he kissed it, then he licked it a few more times, tucking his tongue underneath the thick foreskin that surrounded that solid head. There was plenty of flavour to mop up there, and it got him salivating enough he couldn’t help but drool on herself a little.

The approving rumbles from the croc enough were outright stimulating. They were almost like purrs, just turned up to a few thousand percent. Of course, Sothe wouldn’t have called them that out loud if he wanted to keep his head. Knowing he was doing well encouraged him to finally go for it, slipping and sliding along as he slathered and slurped his way around the tip. It took a little straining, but he found himself accommodating that huge cock with surprising comfort, and the little snort of pleasure from the croc above made it all worth it.

Once he had it, he wasn’t about to let go easily. Sucking smoothly down as far as he could go, he kneaded and massaged it with a constant squeeze of his lips around as much as he could fit. No way was he going to swallow the whole thing, but he could take a little into his throat to work on while he slipped and slid up and down, back and forth. The [i]schlurk[/i] of that juicy blowjob effectively muffled his occasional groan of effort. He did his best to give everything to that croc.

“Oh, he sucks [i]good[/i]. Kinda like you,” Xerxes grunted, and not in a way that sounded like a tease. It was a very flattering comparison to make, by his tone.

“Yeah yeah, well, he ain’t sucking [i]me[/i] so how would I know?” Luc said back, definitely teasing.

Sothe was too lost in the moment to pick up on such obvious hinting, bobbing back and forth on the cock he admittedly enjoying. Xerxes had to reluctantly pull him off with a nice slick [i]pop[/i] that sent juices spattering over Sothe’s face just so the croc could shove him over for the wolf to enjoy just as much. The taste of the reptile’s dick was still deeply imbued upon Sothe’s palate, and it mingled well with Luc’s own once he wrapped his lips around the tip of that pointed canine cock. They complimented each other so well. It was like they were made to be a couple.

“Ooh, okay, yeah,” Luc commented once Sothe got to sliding his lips up and down that knotted cock.

Once again, Sothe was so caught up in the moment he had to be reminded not to neglect the other. Lucifer enjoyed those sucks for a while, but he urged the shifter along once Xerxes had throbbed for long enough. Sothe thought it was cute that they insisted on sharing rather than selfishly grab at him. They wanted to spread the pleasure. For such brutes, they played fair. He made sure to at least keep his fingers wrapped around whichever shaft he wasn’t sucking, stroking while he swapped back and forth, slurping, sliding, and swallowing every thick spurt of precum that they shot straight down his throat.

It was getting thicker. For a moment he thought they were already cumming, just for how much of a mess they were pumping into him. It was still just pre. He gulped and guzzled, drooling just a little of it out between swallows. If he was already struggling to get it all down, then he wasn’t even remotely prepared for their finish. He felt Xerxes swelling first, even saw those great big croc nuts tighten up towards the hefty reptile’s body. Those grunts and groans rose up until they were more like a bellow while that shiny dick flexed between Sothe’s lips.

The sound that filled Sothe’s ears was a fearsome one, but partly drowned out by the sheer [i]glursh[/i] of croc spunk shooting straight down his throat. He was just going to have to guzzle it down as best he could, gorging himself on fresh cum that bulged his throat with every gulp. It didn’t take long for it to overflow. He had to pull off or he was going to drown, coughing, shaking, sliding back while Xerxes jizzed right in his face. If anything was going to throw off his concentration, it was getting utterly drenched in a load of croc cum.

Lucifer wasn’t far behind. Xerxes was quick to shove Sothe over to take care of him even before he was done cumming. That meant the shifter got splattered on the cheek by rope after rope of fresh, rich crocodile spunk. It painted him and poured down his body while his markings glowed all the more brightly. He was losing control. It was only going to get worse when he latched his lips onto that rigid red canine cock and started sucking the cum out of it. Lucifer had a nasty snarl when he was shooting off, but it was pretty hot, in its own way. Enough to make Sothe go right down to the knot and let the wolf cum right down his throat while he loudly [i]glurked[/i] down as much of that load as he could possibly hold.

His body had its limits. The wolf knew when he hit it, and then he held on just a little longer to see how much further he could push the poor shifter. Sothe choked and gagged a little, coughing up some of that excess wolf jizz once Lucifer started spraying down his captive right along with his big boyfriend. It was a baptism in thick stud cum, one that left Sothe slumping down, panting, gasping, utterly saturated with their combined scents. They were rough with him, no doubt, but they also made sure not to push him [i]too[/i] far past his limits. He felt oddly safe around them, no matter how dangerous they were. That was how he explained his control finally leaving him entirely.

When he went down under the torrent of their cum, he was still relatively himself, showing only the merest signs of transformation. When he came up, he was something different. It came over him as aggressively as they did, leaving him shaped much more like a wolf, spunk clinging to his new, shiny black fur. He wagged an extra-fluffy tail and curled the toes of some particularly meaty paws while they finished off their loads all over him. Even coated in their cum, the manifestation of his powers was plain to see. He was just like them.

Mostly Lucifer, really. Maybe it was a product of feeling slightly less intimidated by him, or maybe it was even some sort of connection. Xerxes was a stone wall. Maybe he was just harder to get to know. Sothe still reflected some of the croc’s characteristics though, from the line of scales down his spine to those brightly glowing eyes like lava in his skull. His senses were sharper. His body was softer. And the lust that helped derail his concentration and cause the change in the first place hadn’t gone anywhere. Not with his extra-sensitive nose huffing lungfuls of rich, heady masculine musk from each of those two beasts at once.

They clearly weren’t done with him either. Lucifer grinned broadly when he saw how much Sothe had come to look like him.

“Good choice,” he simply said, grasping his dick in one hand, shoving the newly shifted wolf with the other.

Sothe fell back to the bed, sprawled out and slathered. His whole room was going to smell like sex for a long time to come. But maybe that didn’t matter anymore. He had a new home, with them and their boss. He was almost ready to accept that. First, he had to deal with how horny he still was. Having their taste absolutely mashed into his newly wet canine tongue wasn’t helping him calm down. Neither was the way they started handling his oh-so-sensitive paws. They felt even better once they were fully wolf.

“Wonder if you like this kind of thing,” Xerxes said as he picked up one of those paws and pressed a thumb firmly into one of those extra-squishy pads. “I’m gonna [i]make[/i] you like it.”

Sothe shrank away, meekly attempting to tug his sensitive paw free. His protests were much weaker than before, almost token. “No, don’t ...”

“Yeah, he likes it,” Luc snorted, leaning in to leer. “You’re a little paw slut aren’t you? Good thing you’ve got such nice ones now.”

Sothe was flustered and in denial as his secret came out, but it all went away once they started really rubbing. They took a paw each, stroking along his toes, caressing his claws, and more of all kneading their fingers into the sensitive bottom. It was enough to make him not just moan, but outright spurt precum over his belly. It was lost in the sea of seed already clinging to him, but significant nonetheless. That was when he noticed he had a big fat knot just like Lucifer’s. Maybe not quite so impressive, but sizable nonetheless, fully engorged and staying that way the longer they toyed with him.

It all ensured he had absolutely no choice about what form to take. That wolf shape, touched by some smaller crocodilian traits, was going to become a constant thanks to the way they treated him. No matter how mean they were, they turned him on so much that he simply had no choice. Maybe some part of him even liked them, but he wasn’t going to so easily forget how dangerous they were. Even he couldn’t fully explain it, though he could certainly give a doggish whimper when they started using their dicks rather than their hands to rub his feet.

Grinding those sex-slathered shafts along his soles and toes alike really made him huff and squirm. They made sure to clutch him by the ankles to keep him from getting away while they absolutely tormented him with all the pleasure and excitement that came with them smearing their slick cocks along his newly formed, fully wolven paws. They soaked his pawpads in seconds, leaving him throbbing, knotted, and panting like the dog he’d become. It all left them beaming over him, in a way both lecherous, and maybe a little friendly too. If that wasn’t just what Sothe wanted to think, anyway.

“Well. Looks like you took to being me pretty well,” Lucifer teased. “We should probably make sure though. Wouldn’t want you getting all unstable now.”

His method of making sure was to stretch out and splay himself across the new wolf’s body, pressing his gut down on Sothe’s own middle. He was heavier than he looked, solidly built with plenty of muscle beneath the spots where he was just fat. Drooling on Sothe’s face as he pinned him beneath all that bulk, he started grinding, frotting knotted cock to cock while he lazily laid all over the shifter. Humping at him and sweating on him ensured Sothe smelled even more like wolf. Most of the cum had rolled off of him or sunk deep into his fur and skin by then, but some of it still ended up squished between their bodies, slathered over Luc’s meaty pecs. He didn’t seem to mind.

Locking his jaws with Sothe’s own, he taught that new wolf how to kiss like a dog as he made out with the shifter while rubbing his cock all over his. All the while, he took Sothe by the thighs, slowly lifting his legs up, higher and higher. He was a flexible shifter, comfortable even with his paws right up over his head. Luc wasted no time in teasing at his rim, now that he was all nicely coated in juices, well-lubed for the humping and fucking to come. There was no chance to get even a word in, not with that wet wolf tongue fully wedged in his muzzle. He was just going to have to keep making out with Luc while he got fucked in that new, desirable form.

The initial pop got another whimper from him, muffled into the mouth of the wolf whose form he’d taken, or who he’d grown to resemble at least. From there, he adjusted quickly. Maybe that was something he took from Luc’s form too. He was tough and ready for anything, or so he felt while he was folded in half by the great big lupine pinning him down and shoving his tongue down his throat. Clutching the wolf, running his hands down Luc’s bare back, he held on as tightly as he could while that knot kissed up against his rim and those plump wolf nuts thumped on his butt.

A steady plapping was precisely what he got once Luc found his mark. He pounded down on Sothe, just hard enough to really make him feel it, without hurting him. It was exactly the kind of rough wolf fuck he needed. Or did he need it because he’d taken Luc’s form, and inherited his cravings? Whatever the case, he couldn’t deny how good the wolf was at fucking. Luc [i]made[/i] him acknowledge that. He was soon moaning right down the wolf’s throat while he got absolutely rutted, the bed squeaking beneath the two of them as that hefty stud kept him locked in that wet kiss all the while, swallowing down Sothe’s occasional whimpers of rising bliss.

The pace grew more uncontrolled as Luc got faster. He still remained on the threshold of [i]just right[/i] when it came to how hard he was fucking that tight shifter butt, but he didn’t slow down for anything. That knot just kept ramming into Sothe’s hole, threatening to spread him out even further. A few stretching shoves of it against his rim tested just how elastic he was, only to bounce back while the wolf throbbed inside him, spurting more precum. Sothe recognized it getting thicker. There was something satisfying about being so fuckable the wolf was already about to fill him up.

It might have been something of a howl that escaped his lips while Lucifer bottomed out inside him, but it of course remained muffled in that ultra-sloppy kiss all the while. He spurted for Luc the moment he felt the first shot of cum streaking into his backside. The wolf came hot and thick while Sothe creamed both their bellies while he got his own pumped full. Just how much could one guy shoot? He felt bloated, even sloshing by the time Lucifer was done with him, making out all the while. Only when he’d completely dumped his nuts inside the shifter and sealed the deal on his transformation for a good while did he actually pull back from the kiss.

In the aftermath, there was a certain glow that emanated between the two of them, a certain powerful energy that surged from Sothe’s body and into Lucifer’s own. It had been successfully extracted by fucking him hard enough, transferring an immortal power to the scoundrel on top of him. Orgasm was one thing, but the ecstasy of acquiring that power was unlike anything the wolf had ever felt before. Sothe was sure of it.

“Ffffuck yeah ... “ came Luc’s uncharacteristically shaky voice, overwhelmed with the burst of pleasure that came with cumming inside the shifter. “That was your blessing, wasn’t it? It felt fucking good.”

The two of them were panting steam while they looked each other over. Lucifer looked terribly pleased with himself, sticking his tongue between his grinning teeth while Sothe just groaned his way through things. He wanted to say something, to try to explain exactly how he felt in that moment, and why it had triggered his transformation so thoroughly. Instead, he found himself flickering out, fading, fainting beneath the wolf who still had his dick inside him. The pleasure, the orgasm, and all the energy that had been extracted from him during the sex, it was all too much for him at once.

When he blinked back to consciousness, it felt like a lot of time had passed, even if it had only been a few seconds. He found himself draped over the scaled lap of the crocodile, which made him jolt back to awareness quickly once he realized. Xerxes wasn’t doing anything particularly threatening to him, but there was something in his intense gaze that filled Sothe with such dread. And also made him hard again. His transformation had apparently awoken a side of the croc that was unstoppably horny, and Sothe was going to find out exactly what that meant soon.

“I [i]want[/i] him,” he rumbled. “He looks so much like you.”

“I mean I’m right here,” Luc teased, then just waved a finger at the naughty croc. “Remember. [i]One[/i] piece.”

“They said [i]intact[/i]. All that means is alive, right?” He grinned as only a crocodile could, leaning in extra close. “Doesn’t mean I can’t take a piece.”

Having the most powerful jaws in the whole damn world so close to his face was certainly an intimidating prospect. Sothe shrank away from those teeth, but he couldn’t help but feel a certain gravitation towards them too. He couldn’t take his eyes off of them. When Xerxes started opening up wide, started gathering him up and drawing him in, he couldn’t help but find himself looking right inside. The depth of that gullet, leading to that great fat neck, the teeth, and the muscles that could have sent them sharing through him in a second - it was fascinating. Maybe even arousing.

He trusted Xerxes enough that even as the croc curled a hand under the shifter’s butt and started drawing him into that open mouth, he didn’t complain. With his head sliding along the croc’s tongue, framed between those teeth, he could feel the horny shudder in every rumbling breath Xerxes took. The crocodile gave nothing more than a few nibbles, just pressing those teeth into Sothe’s shoulders and back, doing no harm at all. All the while, Sothe was busy bathing in all the saliva flowing all over him, soaking him while the croc seemed to suck out his flavour in the process of easing him closer to that open gullet. It would have been so very easy for him to swallow Sothe whole.

“Bad Xerx! No eating!” came the wolf’s voice, along with a chuckle. He clearly wasn’t actually concerned. Whether it was because he didn’t care, or he trusted his boyfriend, it was hard to say.

The crocodile took Sothe by the shoulders and pulled him back out from the drooly cavern at that, making sure he remained precisely where he was. That was just to keep him relatively safe while he snapped those jaws loudly shut with a tremendous [i]SNAP[/i] right in front of the shifter’s face. It left Sothe all flustered and squirming pleasantly while he got spattered in the spit that fling off from those locking teeth. He flinched, but he also writhed with lust. How did the croc know that would work on him? Maybe it just worked on everyone. Few could deny how sexy it was.

“I’m just fuckin with him.” Xerxes patted the top of Sothe’s head. “I’m only gonna eat ya if the boss says I can.”

“That doesn’t ... make me feel much better ...”

“Well, it's as good as you’re gonna get. Now, I hope you still got plenty of that fancy magic inside ya, cause I really wanna fuck your brains out right this second.”

“I ...” Sothe began.

That was all he managed. At least he got a warning before Xerxes [i]attacked[/i]. Sothe had been warned. It was remarkably polite as far as big, brutal crocodiles went, really. He found himself pinned face down beneath the ample bulk of the fearsome reptile, a hand gripping his head, clutching his fur, lightly clawing at his skull. It was just the right amount of roughness to keep him really throbbing. The fear remained, if slightly diminished, even while the croc got his cock jabbed right up under the new wolf’s tail.

A hiss and grunt of pleasure came with him spreading out that hole even more than Luc had already stretched it. That got another whimper from Sothe, but he took it. Like a good boy. The croc’s gut weighed down on him, half-crushing him along with the rest of that bulk while Xerxes started humping nice and deep. He penetrated and filled that wolf boy up until his belly was bulging with crocodile cock. Yet Sothe felt equipped to take every last pound even once the croc really got going. His new form was perfectly adapted to getting fucked silly by that beast.

It was a lot of weight on his back though. He was starting to have trouble breathing, gasping while all that reptilian power went to work absolutely rutting his butt numb. Maybe Xerxes knew that, or maybe he just wanted another angle, but either way he soon yanked at Sothe and turned him over so he was instead laying atop the croc. Such a position didn’t mean Xerxes had any less leverage. He was just as quick to keep pounding away, driving from beneath while the shifter’s wolf body wobbled with the impact of those scaly, lunging hips and nuts alike.

They weren’t in that position for long before Xerxes got onto his side, still taking Sothe from behind while the shifter caught his breath. He was rough, he held on tight, and he never, ever seemed to tire out when he had a good ass to fuck. His breaths rattled through his clenched teeth, but he never slowed, never weakened, pounding that boy until he’d squeezed out almost all the cum Luc had pumped inside him. It wasn’t long before he got on top again, completing the rotation.

“Yeah, get deathrolled, bitch,” Lucifer growled from where he stood watching, jerking at his cock the whole time.

From there, Xerxes went into overdrive, as if he wasn’t already. The bed creaked and sagged beneath the two of them while that snarly beast absolutely dominated him. It didn’t take long for something to crack. Thankfully, it wasn’t Sothe, but instead his bed. It folded in half beneath them, only forcing them closer together while Xerxes finished his rut in that tight wolf ass. Bent at an awkward angle and absolutely stuffed, he managed something of a murmur of pleasure while he felt that thick black cock swelling out somehow even bigger, even stiffer than before, spurting the first few shots of extra-thick prespunk before the storm came. The croc rumbled his way to an eruption as if a great rift was forming in the planet itself.

Completely buried in strong, sweaty crocodile, bathing in Xerxes’ scent, and bulging with his dick outlined in his belly, Sothe went off hard. He soaked the remains of his collapsed bed and himself while he felt the croc’s nuts pulling up and swelling out against his ass. The flood that followed only kept him cumming all the longer, gushing out while he got absolutely blasted full of croc seed. Xerxes filled him, stretched him, swelled him, and soon overflowed him. Cum came gushing back out of the pinned shifter while Luc looked on approvingly all the while.

“Uggggh, [i]fuck[/i] yeah!” Xerxes bellowed as that powerful energy overtook him, entering his body, blessing him with an eternity of being a huge, deadly crocodile. “Give it all to me, you fancy fuckin bitch.”

The crocodile’s mating sounds shook the whole room, vibrating through Sothe’s very bones while those fat nuts drained inside him. He twitched a little. His body wasn’t responding to him anymore while ecstasy overtook his thoughts. A little kick of his leg was the best he could do before he slumped down. That didn’t stop Xerxes from using him like a condom, filling him with all the rest of that massive load until the cute wolf was finally, truly full. He slowly pulled out with a pop and a squelch, leaving cum cascading down Sothe’s taint and balls. The shifter didn’t move.

“Uh oh. Mighta broke him a little,” Xerxes noted, his tone as even as ever. If he was actually concerned it was impossible to tell with that voice.

“Ahhh, he’s fine, don’t worry. Let’s get his ass to the van.”

Xerxes grunted and just scooped up the naked wolf with ease, slinging him limply over his bare shoulder. Sothe dangled his arms down the croc’s back and drooled a little, still conscious but hardly thinking. He panted steadily, staring off into space while he was hauled off, kidnapped really. It didn’t feel so bad. Maybe he could even frame it as a rescue, in a way. His form wasn’t wavering in the slightest. That must have meant, deep down, he didn’t feel like he was in real danger. Even after getting repeatedly, forcibly creamed senseless.

He must have passed out at some point. When he sat up, he was in the back of said windowless van, laid out over some comfy bedding. The door opened to reveal not just those two heavies who had brought him there, A third figure stood between them, just as big and burly as the rest. It took some time for his eyes to focus. He knew the boss lady was an oryx, but the one standing there definitely was no lady. The tall, handsome and horned fellow wasn’t even looking at him, but when he turned his shirtless, burly back to the shifter, Sothe recognized those marks.

“Another one?” he asked, speaking to the boys who brought Sothe in.

“Yup. Good one, too. Obedient,” Luc chuckled.

“And I see you couldn’t help but give him your form,” the oryx teased.

Xerxes rumbled his answer. “Hey, we didn’t tell him to. Little slut just wanted to be like that. Probably so we’d fuck him harder.”

“Tactful as always,” the other shifter noted. “Anyway. The boss is going to want to meet him. You’re going to be the ones to explain why she doesn’t get another oryx.”

“Well if she wants to fuck me about it that’s her prerogative,” Luc noted, with a hint of lust in his voice.

“Still. Glad to have someone like me,” the shifter continued. “Guess we’ll get to know each other.”

Even just hearing the boss mentioned, Sothe couldn’t help but feel a certain degree of apprehension. She was powerful. Feared. Yet if another shifter had taken to her so thoroughly as to keep her form seemingly on a permanent basis, maybe there was something more to her than Sothe knew. He wasn’t alone. He hadn’t been harmed - not seriously, anyway. There were definitely a couple bruises on his form after all the rough sex. Maybe it was time to finally drop his guard.

Of course, such a feeling of safety meant he wasn’t going to exit that form anytime soon. Maybe he was just a wolf now. A small, yet handsome one, like the one who had brought him there. He just had to await the boss’ judgment. Was he useful, desired, worth keeping around? He liked to think he was. Xerxes was still looking at him with that dark-eyed look of hunger, but it might have been no more than teasing. Maybe. Even if he passed, those two studs were going to be having their way with him for a long, long time to come, not to mention any other member of the gang who desired him. Yet as far as fates for shifters went, it was so much better than the alternatives.