Uber-Beast
Part 1 of a collab with the great @alternate-real-ities. Keep a look out for part 2!
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Alfred groaned as he slowly came back to consciousness and pushed himself off of the cold concrete floor. As he tried to collect his thoughts through the painful throbbing in the back of his head, one fought its way to the front: where the hell was he?
It wasn’t that Alfred wasn’t used to waking up in strange places. He knew he didn’t seem like the type to be out partying all night and getting blackout drunk, but he had... A friend who seemed determined to have them go out together every night, so despite being a gangly, shy 27 year old accountant, Alfred was actually pretty used to waking up in strange places with no idea how he got there. The problem was, even for him, this place was… weird. Usually when he woke up after a night out he’d be in a strangers bed, or in the backroom of a club, or even a gym locker room a few times, but right now he seemed to be in some sort of dimly lit warehouse. Not only that, his head hurt like hell, far worse than could be explained by a hangover, and… wait, was he in some sort of cage?
Alfred felt pain and exhaustion leave him as the sinking realization he was trapped sent adrenaline pumping through him. He was in the middle of a large shiny cage, although considering the size he could probably call it a cell. Acting on instinct, he went to the cage door, grabbing onto one of the bars, and screamed as he felt it burn his skin. He pulled back, clutching his hand to his chest, his face paling as he realized what was going on. Normal cages didn’t burn people. Normal cages wouldn’t burn him. Not unless they were… “Silver.” A commanding voice said from the darkness. Alfred flinched back at the voice, and looked over to see a large figure step close. “Not quite as deadly as it would have been for our ancestors, but if you get enough of it and charge it up with the right magic…” The figure stepped closer, and tapped the bar with a finger, letting out a slight, almost satisfied hiss as it burnt him too “... effective enough.”
Alfred shuddered as he looked over the being before him, a mix of fear and a strange feeling of submission combining inside of him. He didn’t know who this person was, but he could tell what he was easily. Even if he hadn’t been able to see the man's chiseled jawline and sculpted muscles typical of his kind, he could smell it on him. Alfred had been captured by an Alpha.
When Alfred told his coworkers that he was constantly being forced out of his house by a friend who loved to party, that wasn’t entirely true. There was someone who made Alfred go out to a party every night, but it wasn’t exactly a friend. It was… well, him. Or his other self. See, Alfred wasn’t an average human. He was something known as a Beast. A descendent of ancient werewolves that had evolved with modern times, a Beast is a regular man during the day, but undergoes a nightly transformation where he becomes far more… animalistic. Still a human, but far more muscular, hairy and… wild. Alfred, having had a one night stand with a Beast in college, had been infected by the creature's curse. So every night Alfred would go to bed… and Big Al would wake up in his place. Alfred had not been happy when he learned that the first guy he hooked up with at college had knowingly infected him with a supernatural disease, but over the years he had learned to live with Big Al, he’d come to see him less as a curse or a problem and more as a sort of… roommate. Sure he was a pretty rowdy guy, but from the little they had been able to communicate Big Al had actually been very nice, and as long as he made sure not to infect anyone like Alfred had been infected, Alfred was fine letting his ‘roommate’ go out and party at night while he lived his own life during the day. It was because of Big Al that Alfred ended up learning about magic, and more importantly, ended up learning about the other known descendant of werewolves: Alphas.
While Beasts had inherited their ancestors nightly transformations and wild tendencies, Alphas, who had supposedly descended from the most dominant werewolves of old, inherited their natural dominance over others. The stories that Alfred had managed to find about Alphas were terrifying. Muscular, god-like men who could bend both human will and even some of reality itself to their own whims. Between Beasts and Alphas, Alfred had been very glad he had met the former, as meeting the latter often ended with you becoming a plaything for the Alpha, who could alter their ‘betas’ identity with a mere thought. Alfred had done his best to avoid Alphas… but now it seemed one had him trapped, in a cage of silver, and at his mercy.
The unnamed alpha sneered in disgust as he looked down at Alfred “Ugh, quit it with the pathetic whining.” He said, causing Alfred to realize that in his panic his beastly instincts had taken over and he had begun to whine like a wounded pup. “Sometimes I can’t believe you things are actually related to us Alphas.” He said, rolling his eyes at Alfred’s distress.
Alfred tried to steel himself, knowing he’d have to use all his willpower to keep himself from falling into the Alpha’s spell. “... W-what do you want from me?” He asked, unable to stop his voice from cracking nervously as he did. The Alpha simply chuckled at this, a dark, amused chuckle that made Alfred feel tiny.
“I don’t want anything from you cuck. What I need, I need from ‘Big Al’ or whatever he calls himself.” The Alpha said simply “... see, Alphas like me… we can control so much. People, reality. Everything submits to us, molds to our desires like… putty.” He said, his voice hypnotic and terrifying all at once “... but in the history of the world, no Alpha has actually managed to take over the world. Do you know why that is?” The studly predator asked
“... I-it’s because there's more than one of you…” Alfred answered shakily, a small part of him proud of his research. The Alpha grinned, looking at Alfred with a strange sort of hunger. “Yes! Exactly! See, there aren’t that many Alphas in the world, but the ones that exist are all about as strong as each other. So, if any one Alpha would try to take control, they’d be quickly defeated by the others, who would also want control. Which would eventually lead to us destroying each other.” He said with a scowl “I mean, we could work together, but it’s not in our nature to share. Which is why my kind decided, long ago, to travel the world and take what we want, without ruling it outright.” He said “... Personally, I think it’s fucking pitiful, that we would all be better off if we had just hashed it out and let the last, most dominant Alpha rule it all. But, it is a problem, regardless of how I feel. So, how do I fix it?” He asked, a wicked grin on his handsome face “By making myself more dominant than any of them.”
Suddenly a loud creaking sound echoed through the warehouse, and Alfred watched in a dim light as a number of cloaked figures, most likely the Alpha’s Betas, forced something forward. Something that growled.
“You see, Alphas have been trying to figure out ways to out dominate each other for years. Technically using outside sources to make yourself more dominant is considered ‘dishonorable’ but… we’ll just keep this between us.” The blond Alpha said a grin, as charming as it was threatening. “And one thing that no one has really tried yet… is bringing us back to our roots.”
“Our roots…” Alfred said “... you’re trying to make yourself a werewolf. Like, a real, full werewolf.” He continued, a horrific feeling of understanding coming over him
“Bingo. You’re smart for a stupid Beast.” The Alpha said with a smirk “The werewolves of old weren’t just Hollywood monsters. They were practically gods, creatures of such dominance and prime animalistic power that they had packs the sizes of empires. And once I’m one of them, well, without any other full werewolves around to stop me… I’ll be able to do anything.”
“This doesn’t make any sense…” Alfred said, trying to stay calm “I mean, Alphas can’t be turned by Beasts, even if they want to be. Our DNA just doesn’t work together…” Alfred continued “And… what is that thing!?” He asked, pointing as the creature in the dark that was struggling to stay there as the Betas tugged it forward with what looked to be a metal chain wrapped around its neck.
“That?” The alpha said, clearly amused, “That’s your new boyfriend.”
Alfred watched in shock as the creature was forced closer to his cage, and recoiled at the sight. He had heard rumors, rumors that some strains of the original werewolf virus still remained, albeit weakened, but most people, even in the magical community, seemed to regard it as a myth. But here it was… a living victim of the lycan-virus. The Alpha laughed heartily as he watched Alfred stumble back as the creature was forced closer to his cage. “You’re right little Beast. A Beast could never infect an Alpha. And the lycan-virus? Could maybe turn a particularly weak one. But both, together? Now that's a winning combination.” The Alpha explained, looking over the werewolf like it was a particularly interesting toy. “From what I can find, if this little monster infects you, just as you transform with the moon's rise… then you’ll become something stronger than a werewolf or a beast.” He explained “And if whatever you become infects me? I’ll be able to dominate… anything….” he said, almost drooling at the thought of finally having true, complete control “... but enough with the fucking exposition. As fun as it is to watch you panic as you realize what's going to happen, I’d rather get right to the show.” He said with a snarl.
Suddenly a phone alarm went off, drawing a satisfied grin from the Alpha “And that's sunset. Now… how about we get this done with.” He said. The blond muscle man walked over to the Lycan, and with an inhuman strength, grabbed him by the neck with one hand, opened the door to the cage with the other, and tossed him in, before trapping them both inside.
Alfred wanted to scream, but found the sounds wouldn’t form in his throat. He was trapped, in a cage made of walls he couldn’t even touch, with a dangerous Lycan that was just as likely to tear him to shreds as it was to turn him. Even worse, he could feel Big Al emerging from his rest, his consciousness pushing against Alfred’s own as his muscles began to firm up and push out.
The Lycan, strangely, didn’t attack Alfred right away. It sniffed around the cage, around Alfred, curiously, before suddenly pulling the Beast to the floor mid transformation. Before Alfred could even scream, he felt the Lycan rip his clothes off and bite down on his neck. A burning sensation flooded his body, but strangely, it didn’t feel… bad. In fact, it felt… incredible. The other man's bite hurt, yes, but it also sent waves of pleasure through his growing body, ones that he could tell the Lycan felt too. And in the middle of the pleasure, as the virus flooded his veins, his average cock started going from soft to rock-hard in seconds… feeling so, but so tight in his cramped shorts.
As the Lycan gently licked the wound, Alfred could feel himself finally recede as Big Al, or whatever he would be now, took place. Big Al didn’t know why he was in this strange place, or why he could smell the stench of an Alpha, or why there was a wolf-like man gyrating on top of him. All he knew was that that man, the Lycan, was the sexiest thing he had ever seen. Soon the Beast was on top of the Lycan, his huge cock deep in the Lycan’s ass as the creature panted and whined for more. Big Al took the strange man, no actually, took his mate into a deep, commanding kiss as he continued to fuck his ass, quickly coming inside him as he felt them both begin to change. The Alpha’s plan was working, just far better than he had imagined.
As Big Al and his new mate fucked, consummated the strange new bond that was quickly forming between then, the two began to grow. First the Lycan, who packed on another 20 pounds of muscle spread evenly across his body, and then Al, who quickly grew much larger, his already massive beastly muscles getting even thicker as his body began to take on more wolf-like characteristics, Lycan characteristics. Big Al, or whatever he was becoming, let out a terrifying, spine shivering howl, and bit down on his mates neck, getting a breathless gasp from him as they both came one final time. It all happened very quickly… but for the two men laying in the cage, everything had changed.
As the former beast laid his Lycan mate on the ground, kissing his neck sweetly and positioning himself over him protectively, he could feel his mind slowly coming back to him. Except it was different. Everything was different. He wasn’t Big Al anymore, but he also wasn’t Alfred. Both identities had swirled together in a way that let him know that there wasn’t going to be any switching back and forth anymore. No more Alfred, no more Big Al… for now he’d just go by Al, until he found something better. He looked down at the Lycan below him and felt his heart flutter as he watched the slightly smaller wolfman drift off to sleep. Whatever he had become, he could tell his new mate had become one as well, and whoever he was, he knew he had to protect him, had to care for him. Which meant getting rid of the disgusting creatures that hoped to cage them.
Al rose to his feet, snarling, and looked at the shocked Alpha that stood on the other side of the bars. The blond beefcake still grinned but now Al could see something else behind those eyes. Could smell it on him. Something that should be completely unheard of for Alphas… Fear. Uncertainty. And it smelled… heavenly.
“Ok. Step one is complete. Now, onto step two. Infecting me.” The Alpha said, looking at the wolf-beast with a sneer “For this I’m going to need a more… obedient pet. Kneel.”
Al could feel the Alpha trying to force his will on him, could feel his dominance trying to bend reality to what he wanted. But Al… simply decided not to bend. And upon seeing the shock on the Alpha’s face, reached out, grabbed two of the bars… and ripped the cage open.
The Betas, unsure what to do when their Alpha was no longer in control, fled and panicked, while the Alpha, having no reference for a situation where he was not in charge, scrambled back in fear. “T-this isn’t supposed to… why aren’t my powers working? How did you even touch that cage!?”
Al looked down at the Alpha, an apex predator brought to his knees, and chuckled with amusement “... you really have no idea what you’ve just done, do you? You’ve created something far more powerful than yourself. You thought you could create something closer to a true werewolf and then use that to infect yourself, but never imagined your own creation would already be more dominant than you. Someone who could send your most loyal betas running. Someone who could turn silver to lead without a second thought.” Al continued, delighting in the fear on the Alpha’s face “You’ve never even considered that someday, someone might have the same power over you that you lord over others. And now…” Al growled, "You're my goddamned bitch.”
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Stay tuned for part 2!
It was nice to work together with @alphajocklover on this. Hope you guys enjoy! 🌕🐺
