I yelled and shook the kid off me, red on my arm from where he bit me. Luckily for me his big brother had seen the whole thing, thanking me for keeping him from falling after he had tripped. My injury looked like little more than a surface scratch, despite a lot of blood, but the surfer dude insisted on getting alcohol and bandages.
They turned out to be unnecessary as it seemed the blood must have come from the boy's mouth. My arm didn't have a mark on it. You'd think that would have been the end of it, but the older boy, who introduced himself as bodhi, wanted my name and address, and kept asking me to see some special doctor he knew. I just drove away, not wanting any hippie herbal treatments, and I figured that was the last I would see of them.
I had forgotten all about the encounter, but a month later, a sudden knock startled me. Answering, I found bodhi waiting on my front porch. My sudden scowl made him step back and raise his hands. "Sorry to bother you. I tracked you down through your license plate." Considering the trouble he must have gone through to find me, I sighed and waited. When I did not invite her in, she said "My... um, lil bro. He like, startled when he started to fall and fear made him react bad to your grab."
I nodded, hoping to speed him on his merry way. The young man flushed, then said "I know it seemed like nothing, but he really did bite you. And that was your blood." At my dubious look, he continued. "You just healed super fast. It's like the infection doesn't want to be known about" He sighed. "Like a Werewolf curse." OK, he was a nutcase, probably high on weed right now too.
“Um, right. Well, I haven't tried to chase cars, but I'll keep that in mind, OK?" I started to shut the door, only to have him persist.
"Teddy isn't really my brother. He's my Gramps." That comment made me make a renewed effort to get him to leave.
"Sir, I need you to leave. Please." I could see he wanted to argue, but then shook his head.
"I'II go." I watched him return to his scrappy truck and drive away, resolving not to answer
the door to strangers for a while. At least until it started to turn dark, Trick or Treating started at 6 PM. I stepped out to check my porch light and noticed that we had a full moon. then suddenly felt dizzy and nauseous.
I grabbed the side of the house and then staggered into the yard, expecting to throw up. As I did, my jeans cut off at my knees, the excess Dinum dropping to my ankles, making me nearly fall over. The sick feeling passed, leaving me bewildered by the sudden cool breeze on my chest, which was somehow now bare?
I stared as I lifted each leg, easily pulling free of the pooled up fabric of my pants. Muscular, hairless legs and smooth bronze skin. They looked like they had spent countless hours in full sun. My (also tan) hands jerked up to feel a hairless chiseled face, long blonde hair hanging in my eyes, just like… "Dude." I recoiled from the deep slow voice, which I remembered from earlier that day. Turning, I saw Bodhi looking at me with a sad smile.
"There was always a chance that you would be immune, or there wouldn't be enough change for you to notice much." He remained where he was, hands by his sides. "But it looks like you got hit full force. As far as I can tell, you are just like anyone else hit with the surf wave" I looked at my arms, biceps bigger than my head used to be and then up at the night sky.
"Am I going to turn into a monster?" I asked, my voice cracking like I’m going through puberty.
He shook his head beneath his green hoodie. "You aren't a werewolf. And you won't change again." That last was said with such finality that I looked back at him, puzzled.
The surfer sighed. "Lil dude is only contagious during the full moon. He was hit with a weird variant of the wave, cursed to always be a little surfer boy instead of a young adult. None of us can figure it out. I knew I should have kept him home, but even though he misbehaves a lot, he's never bitten anyone in all the months since he changed. Until you."
I stared, comprehension dawning. "But that means..." He
nodded. "Grandpas was like 80 years old, and now he’s 12 years old. His mind is that of the child too, now memories of his past life. And, I'm afraid, you will be joining him in that
too." I wanted to deny this, but even as he spoke I realized I couldn't remember half of my life.
He held out a hand. "I'm sorry, we don’t normally transform those who don’t truly need to be something else. But at least you won't be alone, there’s a lot of us now. You, me, and the lil guy are related too it seems. And with me and him as brothers, that will at least be easier than being alone."
I stare at his outstretched hand and then back at a house I can't even remember living in anymore. Then I slap his palm in a dab up and let him lead me toward towards the truck he shares with me. I am confused, the past fading and new stuff filling in the gaps, but not sad. Actually, I am getting excited to meet new friends I have never met before, and a lil bro. Even if he was the one who turned me into a were-surfer.
(The first of summerween, the others are written and ready to go, a first for me, and will be dropped in the following weeks. Enjoy this sunny spooky story that kickstarted this whole series!)
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.”
Gather 'round, dear reader, for I have a tale to tell. One of tragedy and misfortune, let it be a warning for all who hear it. You might be thinking: "Isn't it a bit late for a story about werewolves? After all, Halloween has passed." But fear not, for this is no ordinary werewolf tale.
When I say the word "werewolf", what comes to your mind? Monstrous creatures cursed to transform under the full moon, driven by primal urges to hunt and kill? Nothing more than just a myth, right? Well, what if I told you these creatures really exist, although not in the way you might expect?
No one knows how it started, but a long time ago, a rare zoonotic virus emerged around the world infecting and spreading through the animals we now call wolves. Wolves, when infected with this virus, do not suffer any ill effects. In fact, they become stronger, faster, and more resilient. However, the real danger lies in what happens when this virus jumps to humans.
Yes, you heard that right. Humans. Somehow, the virus found a way to cross the species barrier and infect us, which is surprising given that its only vectors of transmission are blood and semen. Well, maybe not very unsurprisingly, as you know what happened with COVID-19. This virus, though, is different. Like with the wolves, it enhances the human host, but at a terrible cost. Can you imagine what it feels like to lose yourself to your carnal desires, to become a slave to your most primal instincts? To have your body change against your will, to become something you never wanted to be?
Well, that's exactly what happens to those infected with the werewolf virus. Scientifically known as Lycanthropus Hominis when transmitted to humans, but commonly designated Lycan-virus, it develops into Lycanthropy, the condition of being a werewolf, though not one like those furry beasts from old folklore.
So let me tell you the story of Chad, a failed influencer turned DoorDash driver, who thought he could handle anything that came his way. Little did he know that his life was about to change forever on a fateful Halloween night in downtown Los Angeles.
The music blasted through the cracked concrete walls of an abandoned warehouse during Halloween night. Chad, 22 and cocky as ever, flexed his pale gym-rat arms in a tight tank top, his Grindr notifications buzzing like flies. Failed influencer? Maybe. But tonight, he was hunting for more than likes.
It was a chilly night. The full moon was obscured by clouds, but an eerie glow remained over the place where Chad found himself at an underground Halloween rave party. He had ditched his job earlier that evening to attend the rave, hoping to let loose and have some fun. He didn't even have a costume on, just a basic white tank top and some jeans that he had worn to his shift.
Inside the warehouse, the air was thick with sweat from all the bodies grinding together on the dance floor. The music was very loud, nauseating even, but that didn't stop Chad from noticing every Grindr notification that buzzed on his phone - tonight, he would definitely score some holes. Heading straight to one of the bars, he downed a shot of something that made his throat burn. His eyes were scanning for his type: twinks with that hungry look. But the heat inside was suffocating, the air reeking of sweat and alcohol. He needed a breather, eventually.
At around 11 p.m. that night, Chad got fed up with the claustrophobic heat and the relentless pounding of the music. He slipped out of the warehouse, craving a smoke break and some fresh air. The cool night air was a relief, but as he leaned against the brick wall to light his cigarette, something caught his eye in the dimly lit car park.
He didn't notice it at first, but as he took a drag from his cigarette, he started hearing soft groans coming from the shadows. Squinting, he saw a figure slumped against the wall, blood seeping from a wound on his shoulder.
His name was Alex, though that doesn't matter much now for reasons soon to be clear. His skin was tan and smooth, and he was shivering, either from cold or shock. Wearing only some shorts, and having blood on his face, he looked like he had been through hell.
"What the fuck? Man, you okay?" Chad immediately said after noticing the wounded man. He crouched down, using his phone as a torch to cut through the dark. Alex's eyes fluttered open, hazy with pain, his breath ragged. Up close, he was kinda cute - twinkish, with messy black hair and full lips. Chad's heart raced a bit, though he was still concerned due to all the blood he saw. "Hey, dude, what happened? You look like shit." He reached out, his hand hovering near Alex's shoulder, the blood glistening under the phone's light.
Suddenly, Alex's hand shot out, gripping Chad's arm with a strength that belied his weakened state. "Run..." he rasped, his voice cracking like brittle glass. "Get away from here. It's not... it's not what you think." Blood bubbled at the corner of his mouth, staining his lips crimson. "He bit me. And now... fuck, it's..." Chad yanked back, confusion on his face. "Who bit you? Dude, you need a hospital." But Alex shook his head weakly, a guttural moan escaping his throat. "Too late. For m-me... For you t-too if you stay... J-just go!"
Chad froze, but his eyes darted to Alex, who was convulsing now. He couldn't tear his gaze away as Alex's body began to writhe, muscles bulging unnaturally beneath his skin, a low growl building in his throat that sent shivers down Chad's spine. "Dude, what the fuck is happening?" Chad exclaimed, but his voice was barely audible over the distant sound of the rave inside the warehouse.
In case I wasn't clear enough with my storytelling, Alex over here had been infected with the Lycan-virus, unbeknownst to our dear Chad. The virus effects started manifesting violently, which made Chad unable to look away, as Alex's form twisted and changed into something more suited to spreading the virus.
It started in his eyes: a burning itch that made him claw at them, tears streaming as his pupils narrowed, and his irises turned from common brown to a vivid yellow. Then his ears: a sickening crackle, like twigs snapping underfoot, as cartilage stretched and reshaped. They elongated upward, tips pointing subtly. Alex whimpered, hands flying to them, but the touch only amplified the sensation - a mix of agony and sensitivity that shot straight to his groin, stirring an unwelcome hardness in his now ripped shorts. "N-no... PLEASE" he begged, but his voice deepened mid-sentence, gravelly and raw, as his gums throbbed. Sharp teeth erupted next, growing and pushing with a wet grind, tearing tender flesh. Warm blood filled his mouth, his thickening tongue lapping at it instinctively, the taste igniting a feral hunger that made his growing cock twitch against the air.
He tried getting up, but his limbs felt heavy and sluggish, as if he were moving through thick mud. A wave of dizziness washed over him and he stumbled, catching himself against the rough brick wall. His heart raced wildly in his chest as he stared at Chad, his brain starting to lag behind, all while he was standing naked with a semi hard-on in front of him.
Now, Chad after witnessing what can only be described as a grotesque and terrifying transformation, stood frozen in shock and horror. His mind struggled to process the impossible scene before him. The rational part of his brain screamed that this couldn't be real, that he must be hallucinating from something he ingested at the rave. Yet the instinctive part of him knew with sickening certainty that what he was seeing was all too real to be a dream.
"R-run..." - the supernaturally attractive man in front of him managed to say with his last strength. "G-get away... before... he comes back..."
Before Chad could respond, a deep growl rumbled from the shadows behind him. He froze, a chill crawling up his spine as the air thickened with an oppressive heat reeking of musk and blood. Slowly, he turned, and there he was - another man, emerging from the darkness like a predator. Barefoot and totally naked, his Latino werewolf body was a sculpted horror, presenting one monstrous girthy penis. It was something else, like a mix of a human and dog's dick - long, veiny, and with a swollen knot at the base. But it was his eyes that terrified Chad - golden orbs glowing with hunger, fixed on Chad with predatory intent. His sharp teeth glinted in a savage grin, blocking any path back to the warehouse, trapping Chad in between these 2 sexy but monstrous men.
"No deberías estar aquí, cabrón" comes out of the muscular hairy man staring at Chad. Chad backed up. "Who are you?! What the fuck is happening to him?"
The muscular werewolf's lips curl into a feral smile. "He's becoming like me. Like us."
"The fuck you mean 'like us'?"
The werewolf's grin widened. "What do you think, cabrón?" He stepped closer, that obscene knotted cock swaying heavy between his bronze thighs, dripping clear pre that shined faintly on the concrete. "In ten minutes he'll be on his knees begging to spread it. And you..." His golden eyes eyed up Chad's body like a predator. "...you're next."
Before Chad could bolt, the man also known as Diego lunged inhumanly fast, grabbing his shoulders and yanking him close. Chad swung a fist, but it was futile; Diego's strength was superhuman. He could feel his hot breath on his neck, and then... agony, as sharp teeth sank into his shoulder. Blood welled hot and fast, the bite burning like acid injected straight into his veins. Chad's knees buckled, vision blurring, his strength draining as the werewolf's DNA coursed through him, sapping his will while igniting something inside of him.
Alex, still mid-shift, staggered up. The virus was rewriting him now, skin warming from olive to a deeper caramel, flushing outward from the bite like a bruise in reverse. Muscles twitched and swelled beneath, his slim frame thickening with painful pulses: biceps bulging, chest broadening, each fibre tearing and reforming stronger, sending jolts of ecstasy through his body all while Chad couldn't do anything but watch as Diego kept him close on his mouth, biting down harder to keep him subdued.
Alex slammed back against the hood of a random car, yanking some ragged cloth that covered it, spine arching as the pain increased. His breath came in ragged snarls, hips bucking against nothing while the virus tore through his groin. He threw his head back and howled, a raw, desperate sound that cracked into a moan when his tongue lolled thick and wet over his new fang-like teeth.
Dark wiry curls erupted across his chest, racing down sculpted abs, curling thick over swelling pecs and plunging into a dense treasure trail. His pits filled with coarse black hair, sweat-matted and reeking of musk. His ass rounded softly with a dark fuzz covering it in a forest of damp hair.
Between his legs his cock throbbed violently - lengthening, thickening, skin turning crimson. The head tapered to a sensitive point, until he felt his testicles fuse into the base and balloon into a fat, angry knot that slapped wetly against his new empty sheath. Pre gushed in thick ropes, splattering the car hood. Alex's clawed hands held onto the metal, nails screeching as he rutted the air, hips dry-humping helplessly. Another howl ripped from his throat - half pain, half obscene pleasure - while his golden eyes rolled back, lost to the pleasure in his mind.
Then, with inhuman speed, he slammed Chad face-first against a cold dumpster, pinning him with his newfound strength. A thick, knotted cock dragged up the groove of Chad's spine, smearing hot pre through the soaked tank.
"S-sorry, bro", Alex rasped, voice shredded to gravel, tongue hanging long and wet. "Can't... stop... feels too fuckin' good."
Chad thrashed. "Nngh, get off—fuck—!" He struggled feebly, blood dripping onto the ground as it started raining, but Alex's grip was strong.
Diego then stepped forward, golden eyes blazing with lust. He ripped Chad's jeans down with one claw-like hand, exposing his pale skin to the night air. "You're gonna enjoy this, puto" - Diego growled low, his breath steaming against Chad's ear.
He thrust in raw, no prep.
"HRRNGH—!!"
Chad's scream cracked into a choked grunt as Diego speared deep. Pain lanced through him, but the infection twisted it, blending it with waves of forbidden pleasure as Diego pounded his tight hole. Every slam dragged a new sound out of him:
"Ugh—fuck—!"
"Nnngh—too big—!"
"Hah—ahh—!"
The knot battered his rim.
"Grr—stop—please—HRRAAHH—!"
Then, it popped in.
Chad's eyes rolled. A low, broken "guh—guh—guh—" punched out with every grind against his prostate, his hips jerking traitorously. Diego roared and flooded him. Chad's own cock spurted untouched against the dumpster, a pathetic "ungh—ungh—!" ripping from his throat as the virus burned hot inside him.
Finally, the knot deflated enough for Diego to pull out, leaving Chad dazed and leaking, a sticky warmth trickling down his thighs. In a surge of adrenaline-fuelled panic, Chad shoved free and stumbled away, yanking up his pants, bolting back toward the warehouse door. Laughter echoed behind him - Diego and Alex, letting him go.
"Let him run. He's already ours."
They knew his time was ticking.
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It was 11:15 p.m. when Chad burst back inside with his shoulder throbbing. The rave's chaos swallowed him - strobe lights stabbing his eyes, and bass pounding his head. He needed somewhere private. The restroom, down the hall with the door hanging crooked was the first thing that popped in his mind. He staggered in, slamming it shut, twisting the lock. Inside, the restroom was a mess, cracked glass everywhere and a smell of piss lingering in the air.
Chad leaned on the sink, staring at his reflection. His face was pale. The rain outside had washed his wound's blood away; the bite looked like nothing more than a faint pink scratch now, almost healed. "This isn't real" - he muttered in denial, but the sting started anyway. His eyes started burning as if embers pressed against them. He blinked hard, tears welling, but when he looked again, the world sharpened unnaturally: every crack in the tile, every drip from the tap, assaulting his senses. Terror gripped him, his eyes had shifted from blue to a glowing yellow that pierced the dim light.
The ears came next - a crackle like bones fracturing in his skull as cartilage elongated, tips pointing upward. He grabbed them, yelping as they stretched under his fingers, the new sensitivity sending shivers down his spine, straight to his groin, where an insistent ache began to build. "Stop... please." But it didn't. His mouth ached, canines lengthening with a grinding tear, nicking his swelling tongue. Blood hit his tongue and his brain lit up like a slot machine: TASTES GOOD. WANT MORE. He licked his lips slow, drooling.
The heat built under his skin. It was like he was being boiled alive. Skin prickled, warming from the inside out. In the mirror, he watched it happen - his pale white skin darkening to a warm bronze, starting at the bite mark and spreading like a plague: across his chest, down his arms, blooming over his abs in waves. It itched, burned like fire ants under the surface, but the change enhanced him, his gym-rat build taking on a richer, more alluring glow that stirred a vain, horrified arousal - he looked... better, stronger, even as the humanity slipped away.
Heat flooded his veins. Thoughts that used to be in his head, like his unpaid rent, his few followers, or tomorrow's shift, started melting in his mind. He blinked hard.
"F-fuck... what was I... thinking about?"
Thinking was getting hard. Too many syllables.
His muscles twitched next, fibres thickening with ripping agony. Chad doubled over as his biceps swelled, veins bulging like ropes. His thighs bulked, ass rounding fuller and firmer, each pulse a cocktail of pain and pleasure that arched his back, forcing a moan from his fanged mouth.
"M-make it stop!"
He pounded the sink, but the mirror showed a stranger: broader, more powerful. His body was betraying him with a growing erection that begged for release. Truth be told, he looked hot. Old Chad would've definitely taken a selfie of himself. New Chad however just drooled and humped the air.
Body hair erupted then, dense and black, like shadows claiming flesh. A happy trail snaked from his navel downward, thickening into a lush forest across his abs, pits sprouting damp curls that trapped his musky scent. Thighs and ass furred up, coarse and insistent, the growth tickling and itching in ways that heightened his arousal, making him grind against the sink edge despite the revulsion.
He looked like a little gooner wolf-boy. His bones shifted with a grinding crunch - cheekbones widening, jaw squaring out, and nose bridge flattening subtly. His face morphed, features reshaping into Diego's Latino phenotype. Chad touched his reflection, fingers trembling. "Quién... w-who am I?" The panic spiked, heart hammering as the virus rewired his very identity, the new face staring back both foreign and seductively handsome.
Worst - and most intoxicating - was his cock. It throbbed first, lengthening inch by agonizing inch, growing longer, tapering to a wicked point that dripped pre-cum. Balls migrated upward, fusing into a swollen knot at the base, the former scrotum loosening into a pouch-like sheath that pulsed with heat. Chad groaned, hand wrapping around it instinctively, the new shape alien yet exquisitely sensitive.
"G-gotta—NNNGH—n-need to—Ngh—flush it out!" He jerked frantically, strokes building a frenzy of pleasure. His mind was fractured:
Stroke. Stop. Stroke. Can't stop.
"Gotta... gotta breed..." he slurred, voice deep and broken. Memories of Grindr, of likes, of being an "influencer" melted into one looping reel: HOLES. KNOT. CUM. BREED. REPEAT.
Minutes blurred under the flickering light. His changes peaked, every sense sharpening, like the smells of the rave seeping under the door, or the sounds that were now deafening to his sensitive ears. Chad was panting. Unable to cum by himself, he slowly calmed. His ears retracted, fangs shortened, eyes dimmed back to normal - shapeshifting back, hiding the wolf-boy within. All except his cock, which retracted into the hollow pouch that were his balls now, a hidden beast waiting. He looked almost like himself again, well except for the bronze skin, and the different facial features. No longer white, he looked like a sexy Latino man now.
His panic subsided, being replaced by a simmering calm. But the moon was rising.
He was calm now. Breathing slow, but his heart was still steady. The monster had sunk back inside, leaving him to stare at himself in the mirror. He stared at it, and all he could see was a hot Latino stranger, with bronze skin and built like a god. His bite scar was gone, no sign of it whatsoever. He even let out a laugh, soft and shaky:
"Okay... okay, it stopped. I'm good. Just... just good."
He splashed cold water on his face, and wiped his mouth. His cock slid fully into its sheath, knot soft and hidden. He leaned on the sink, smiling at the hot guy in the mirror.
"Maybe this ain't so bad—"
Midnight struck. The full moon was high on the sky, its light slicing through the clouds into a grimy window high on the wall of the restroom. Chad's mask suddenly shattered. A surge hit him - his senses exploded, and his libido skyrocketed. He arched, growling as the wolf-boy form came out again: ears pointed, eyes glowing yellow. Strength flooded him, rut-driven. Panic flared anew. "No, not again!" - but the hunger won, a feral need to rut, to infect, drowning out the human screams in his mind.
His last human thought flickered:
"no no no—"
Then the rut hit him like a train. His knot ballooned inside the sheath, cock surging out hard and red, slapping his abs with a wet smack. Hips bucked the air, and claws gouged the sink. His brain melted to one word, loud and endless:
BREED BREED BREED BREED BREED
Chad's eyes rolled back, tongue lolling. A dumb, horny smile split his fanged mouth. Human Chad was gone. Only the rutting werewolf boy was left. He howled deep, and smashed straight through the bathroom door. The wolf-boy was loose, and the rave was full of holes...
He burst from the bathroom, cock bulging in his tattered jeans but dripping, knot already half-swollen. His nose locked on one scent: a sweet, needy twink in red devil horns, grinding alone under the strobe lights.
Going close to him, the twink turned, his pupils dilating the second their gazes met.
"H-hi... what's your na—", he tried to say before being cut by the larger man.
"Javier" - Chad, or Javier as he called himself now, growled. "Come. Now."
Upon this sight of a man, the boy dropped his drink and followed like a puppet, whimpering already. Back in a filthy handicap stall, Javier slammed him chest-first against the tile, and kicked the stall door shut. The twink tried to turn around, with his lips parted to say something flirty.
Then he looked down.
Javier's cock jutted out crimson, thick, pointed, the knot already fattening at the base like a fist made of meat.
The twink's breath hitched, a sharp little "oh fuck—" slipping out.
"That's... w-what the fuck is that", he whispered, backing up until his shoulders hit the wall. His voice cracked, half terror, half helpless lust. "P-please get away f-from m-me."
Javier just growled hungry, and closed the distance in one step. One clawed hand clamped the twink's jaw, tilting his face up. His golden eyes locked on brown ones. "You're taking it", Javier rumbled. "Every inch. Every drop."
The twink whimpered, trembling, but his own cock betrayed him, straining hard against the ruined shorts.
Javier shredded the fabric, spun him around, and pressed that slick, monstrous head against his hole.
"N-no, wait, it's too—HRRNGH—!!"
Javier drove in.
The twink screamed, high and broken, his nails clawing the tiles as the tapered shaft speared him open.
Javier didn't slow. Just fucked, hard, wet, and relentless. The knot battered his hole, stretching... stretching... until it popped past the ring with an obscene, wet sound.
The boy's cry turned into a sob-moan, his legs were shaking, tears ruining his red body paint. Javier leaned in, his chest hair rasping the twink's back. "Take it easy, cabrón." Then, the knot swelled huge, locking them tight.
The twink's eyes rolled back, mouth open in a silent scream as Javier unloaded: thick, burning ropes pumping deep, flooding him, bloating his belly slightly with the sheer volume. He came untouched, cock jerking, spurting against the wall in helpless ropes while the virus sank its claws in.
Javier slowed down, flooding the twink with the last thick ropes of his gift. The boy's whimpers turned to choked gasps, eyes fluttering gold, then rolling white. Javier felt the twink go limp, dead weight on his knot. A final shuddering spurt deep inside, then Javier yanked free with a wet, filthy pop.
The horny twink crumpled instantly, unconscious, his face planting the piss-wet tiles. Cum poured from his wrecked, gaping hole in heavy pulses, pooling beneath him.
Javier stood over him a second, chest heaving, cock still half-hard and dripping. He nudged the limp body with one foot, watched it flop bonelessly, then snorted, satisfied.
He didn't look back, already hungry for another hole to fill up next. He crashed out of the warehouse into the pouring rain. Diego and Alex were waiting for him under the floodlights, naked and soaked, their hard cocks dripping. "Te lo dije, cabrón" - Diego grinned, eyes gleaming. "We were waiting for you, bro. Vamonos. Can't spend too much time in one place. These balls don't empty themselves, heh?" Then, they were gone - only blurs over the distance, with golden eyes cutting the through the darkness of the night.
...
An hour later into the night, the warehouse side door banged open again.
A soaked, trembling man stumbled out into the rain, his clothes ruined, but seemingly unbothered by that. His skin tanned a bit under the downpour, muscles twitching and swelling, new hairs sprouting dark across his chest. Eyes snapped open glowing like gold, ears stretching tall. His cock had grown, sporting veins that ran so hot the water from the rain evaporated on contact. While not fully transformed yet, a knot had already formed at the base, slapping wet against his thigh.
He threw his head back and howled. Then he vanished into the storm, hunting the scent of his maker with his cock dripping, and his mind blinded by the moonlight. However, a single word ran through his mind:
BREED
And so, dear reader, another lost soul was erased and reborn as a bronze, knotted beast whose only purpose now is to hunt warm holes under the next full moon.
By day, what was once Chad struts through the streets like a god: his thick pecs straining every shirt, with a heavy bulge coiled tight behind pants that can't quite hide the outline when he's hard (which is often). He smiles easy, and fucks slow and deep when he wants, leaving boys trembling and begging for seconds they'll never get again in their lives. Life feels like an endless paradise to him.
But when that moon bloats full and silver, the leash snaps. The only thought left is to breed. He'll hunt you down, and rip your clothes to shreds while his fat, pointed cock leaks rivers of pre down your thighs. You'll feel the knot swell, stretch you wide, lock you to him as he pumps load after thick, burning load straight into your body, claiming you, and changing you, until you're moaning his name in the same feral tongue he has.
So be careful dear reader, stay inside when the moon is round and bright. I've done my best to tell you what Lycantropy can actually do, but it's up to you to heed my warnings. After all this isn't just an Halloween story, it's—
ARGHHH…!
...
...
...
HRK—GLRK—GLRK—GLRK—
...
"Sweet dreams, putito... if you can still close your legs after this."
[end recording]
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Subject 47-B, former Dr. Morrison, audio log terminated at 25:38.
Note: Outdoors narration experiment succeeded. Subject 47-A, 47-B both detained in quarantine. Level-5 quarantine enforced.
Derek couldn’t stop thinking about him—the mysterious man from the bar. Strong jawline, dark eyes that seemed to burn through him, that low voice that said his name like it was a secret. They’d barely made it through a drink before they were tangled in Derek’s sheets, gasping and clawing and moving as one. The man was rough, passionate, but somehow… controlled. Possessive in a way that made Derek ache.
When Derek woke up, the guy was gone. No number, no name. Just the faint scent of cedar and something wild on the sheets—and a small, oddly shaped mark on his arm. A bite mark.
He laughed at first. “Guess he’s into that kinda thing,” he muttered to himself. But as the day went on, he couldn’t shake the unease. His skin tingled where he’d been bitten. His pulse seemed… louder.
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By the third day, Derek couldn’t ignore it anymore. His appetite had exploded. He was tearing through steak, bacon, anything bloody and rich. His body felt restless, his muscles sore but somehow stronger. His reflection showed the difference—his chest looked fuller, his arms firmer, his legs thick with new strength. And his hair… darker, heavier, spreading faintly across his body like a shadow that refused to fade.
His friends joked that he must’ve started lifting or something, but Derek knew better. He could feel something stirring inside him. Something primal.
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Then came the night of the full moon.
He couldn’t sleep. His skin burned with heat, his breath came ragged. He lay in bed, gripping the sheets, his body trembling.
Then the pain hit.
It was like every bone in his body was twisting, breaking, reforming. He screamed—then gasped as it turned into a low, guttural growl. His spine arched, muscles bulging, tendons stretching as thick, dark hair burst from every pore. His chest heaved, fur spreading across it in waves as his abs tightened like iron beneath his skin.
His hands spasmed—fingers lengthening, nails blackening into sharp claws. His feet stretched and cracked, reshaping into powerful paws. His ears grew, twisting and pointing upward, furred and sensitive to every sound—the beating of his own furious heart, the whisper of wind outside his window.
He looked down and saw the creature in the mirror—a beast, both man and wolf, eyes glowing amber in the dark.
Then, through the window, a howl echoed from the woods. Deep. Commanding.
Something ancient inside Derek stirred. His body trembled, and before he even knew it, his lips parted and he howled back—long and desperate and wild.
A message across the night.
And from somewhere beyond the trees… the Alpha who had marked him smiled.
His new wolf was ready.
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Henry woke up by degrees, he felt bleary and slow...and so full he thought he might throw up. It was like his stomach was contracting around whatever he’d gorged on the night before in another apparent gluttonous fugue state. His eyes opened with a blink, and his vision was strange...like only one of his eyes was seeing in full color. The sky was still dark, but there was a creeping shine of dawn coming in to the east.
He tried to roll over, his belly twinged and sloshed sluggishly...it felt like he’d guzzled down a few dozen pounds of wet cement. He couldn’t stop a pained groan from rattling out of his throat, and it didn’t sound...human. ‘Oh god… what’s happening..?’ He thought, near panic as he realized the gritty feeling underneath his entire body meant he was outside...and that he was naked… again.
He finally managed to roll onto his side, and in this position he saw something he’d only been feeling a few moments ago. That itching sensation that he was feeling across his entire body...it was thick, coarse, dark hair either shedding off of his body in wafting spirals or in some cases...retreating into his flesh, thinning and lightening slightly as it did. He gasped as something in his face cracked, he pressed his left hand to his jaw and felt it pop and shift...changing from a muzzle-like shape and returning to his normal doughy jawline.
The sky continued to lighten, and the changes began to speed up. The itching sensation intensified to a maddening pitch, and Henry realized after a moment that it was receding toward the middle of his left forearm...where he’d been bitten by that… “dog”. He stared at his arm in wonder, his fingers grew slightly smaller, his nails receded to a more human shape, and finally the last of the hair either detached from his skin or shrank back to a more human texture to become his normal if thicker than usual bodyhair.
“I’m a… I’m… I’m a…” He struggled to voice the thought and then jumped when a deep voice not far away from him finished it for him.
“A werewolf? Yeah, and that’s something I feel like I should apologize to you for.” Henry recognized the voice, but the newly risen sun was behind the man and left his features in shadow. But the man’s silhouette was burly and coated in a generous layer of flab. The only details he could see was that the man was wearing a pair of stretchy-looking shorts, and no shirt.
Need a good fic about tboy werewolf tf. They get some T on the black market but it's actually just werewolf DNA. They take it and throughout the week leading up to a full moon They just get hairier abd hornier and bigger...their clit slowly grows longer and fatter. Fuck. Need a fic like that sooo bad😵💫
