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Saving the Species By Lykanos Wulfheart

The doors to the control room pushed open letting the well-dressed representative join the panel of scientists. "Good, you're early," called out the project leader, his blue lab coat setting him apart from the other four members of his team. Looking back to his colleagues, he pointed to the newcomer. "This is Mr. Henders. He's our contact with the World Wildlife Fund. As you know, they're the ones who have been funding this little side project."

With a nod, Mr. Henders waved to the white-coats. "Hello everyone and thanks for having me. This project may have been deemed extreme by a few in our organization, but the board is excited for the possibilities. If your experiment works, we may not only save the red wolves, but other critically endangered species in the process."

The group seemed pleased, one man even giving an excited "woo". As they got back to work, the team leader picked up a clipboard and walked over to shake the visitor's hand. "I'm Dr. Fredrickson, the project lead and chief geneticist. Though I'm still surprised that your group supports this, I am eager to achieve it. Would you like to look over our candidates for the procedure?"

Taking the data, Henders flipped through as he spoke. "They're both volunteers, right? That's the big thing. I realize they can't know the details, but my fellow board members were very adamant about that."

With a reassuring nod, Dr. Fredrickson gave the details as if he'd been rehearsing it all morning. "Corey Volpe is a laboratory technician at one of our subsidiary corporations. He was quite eager to learn about what we do here. The cover to be used is your typical car accident. The second is Samantha O'Donnel. She has a history of drug abuse, but has recently turned that addiction around. She's a loner with no family, perfect for this kind of project."

When the representative finished flipping through, he handed the paperwork back, excitement spreading across his face. "Everything looks good to me. You can begin whenever you're ready."

"Excellent," chimed the blue-coat, ready to start. "The patients have been prepped and we are set to go. If you'll take a seat, we'll call them in and get underway." Bringing his guest to a chair next to his own, Fredrickson called down the counter to the two members on the end. "Bring them in and start the procedure."

***

Corey sat in his isolation room wearing only his glasses and the grey workout shorts he was provided after his thorough shower. He had been told that it was standard procedure, but that was little comfort as he sat in the room to air-dry, towel draped over his shoulders for a tiny bit of comforting warmth. His brown hair was still a little messy, long bangs parted and hanging above his vibrantly green eyes while the back reached to his shoulders. Though he wasn't muscular, his lanky frame had more definition than your average lab tech, giving him an overall pleasing appearance.

He was tapping his foot and whistling a peppy tune when the door opened to reveal one of the assistants. "Corey Volpe, we're ready for you." As the volunteer started to comply, the man at the door added, "Oh, you'll need to leave the towel here."

"Oh, right. My bad," stated Corey as he pulled the damp fabric away and tossed it back onto the bench. "So, do I get to know about the procedure yet?"

"Very soon," chuckled the scientist. "When we get you and your partner to the test lab, we'll fill you both in before we begin."

Following the white-coat out of the isolation room and down the bland hallways, the inquisitive test subject continued with his questioning. "I had heard there was going to be a second volunteer. Were they part of the company like me?"

Shaking his head, the man said, "You'll be meeting her in just a moment, so you can ask her yourself. Don't worry, all of your questions will be answered in a bit." Corey had wanted these answers since early on in the selection process, but, like usual, he forced himself to let it go. Soon he'd learn about the project and hopefully get a promotion out of the deal.

A couple more halls and they had made it, the assistant holding open the door as Corey walked in and looked around the room. It was pretty generic, a large square with a mirrored window on the left wall. The right had basic cabinetry and a built-in sink. In the center were a couple of cushioned benches, the kind you'd find at a typical doctor's office. Both faced the mirror, though the one close to the door was already occupied.

The woman on the bench was stunning, a shoulder length blonde with a delicate, yet healthy frame. She wore a pair of similar grey shorts and a basic sports bra as the lady before her did a standard physical. Much like his own caretaker, the lady doing the checkup wore white as she went about her business. As Corey made his way to his seat, he couldn't help but look over at his potential test partner. From the front, he took note of her face. Though she had pretty blue eyes, they had dark bags underneath. Although it didn't steal from her overall beauty, it did leave her looking exhausted. He also couldn't help but glance at her physique. Her bust was ample while her skin was a little pale, but it worked well with her skinny features.

Before Corey sat, his handler introduced them. "Corey Volpe, meet Samantha O'Donnel. You two will be spending a decent bit of time together."

As Corey took her hand, his heart raced. His nervousness turned his cheeks a light crimson as he shyly made her the first to speak. "Call me Sammy. It's nice to finally meet you."

"A pleasure," he stammered as he tried to recover, his face only growing redder. Taking his seat, Corey underwent the same initial tests, blood pressure, vitals, and general responsiveness.

As the tests concluded, a third person entered, the light blue a contrast to his subordinates. "Hello again," said Dr. Fredrickson. "Now, I know you have questions, so hopefully I can answer them all for you." Moving between the occupied benches and the window, he started by pointing back at the reflective surface. "Behind this will be myself and my staff. Don't worry, it's just a small team to monitor you." After a short pause, he put his hands together. "Alright. Now, down to business. You've both chosen to participate in this drug trial. Although I cannot tell you what is in the syringes, I can tell you that you will be receiving two shots. The point of this test is to see if the drugs are compatible with each other. They are both completely safe and initial testing has indicated that there should be no ill effects. If, for whatever reason, you feel that anything is out of the ordinary, let us know."

Before Corey could ask anything, the doctor saw his expression and continued. "The reason for two of you is to see if there are any variations based on gender. Now, if there are any questions, feel free to ask."

Seizing the opportunity, Corey blurted, "At what point do we get to know what we've been injected with?"

With a nod, Fredrickson replied, "After you've been injected and we have a chance to see if any reactions have occurred. By knowing what's in the syringes, you could experience phantom symptoms, which could invalidate the experiment."

Sammy raised her hand and asked, "As far as the pay, when do we receive the funds?"

"Good question," he responded, fighting back a subtle smirk. "We'll have your payment by the end of the procedure." Looking between the two, he smiled. "Any more questions?"

Corey chimed in one last time. "I'm not sure if this is the right time to ask, but I was hoping to learn more about what happens in this department so that I might transfer over. Would that be a possibility? It's just that I'd rather be on the research side more than the production side."

Fredrickson couldn't help but chuckle. "We can talk more about that afterwards. Alright, if you two are ready, we can begin." Corey nodded while Sammy gave a thumbs up, both sitting and mentally preparing for the procedure. The doctor turned to the mirror. "Record the time. Let's get this project underway." Walking to the door, he signaled to his staff before heading back to the control room.

Obediently, the two white-coats prepared the needles over on the counter, one of each solution. In one vial was a thick, orange serum while the other looked more milky and pink. Pulling metal trays out of the cabinetry, both scientists placed their two needles, a rubber tourniquet, an alcohol wipe, and a strip of gauze on it, then made their way back over to their respective patients.

Placing the tray on the unoccupied half of the cushion, Corey's physician got to work. "Please hold out your arm." As he banded the extremity, he explained, "The first will go into your arm, the second into your shoulder." Next, he broke open the swab and cleaned both injection sites.

Sammy took a little longer. When the lady asked her to hold out an arm, she gave her right as she explained, "I used to inject in the left, so it's probably all scarred up. Right handed, you know." The assistant seemed to disprove, likely of the circumstances behind the need, but continued none the less. She, too, went through with explaining and swabbing the areas for the experiment.

When both subjects were prepped and ready, the shots were administered on the woman's count. "Three, two, one, inject." The orange liquid traveled from the syringe and into their veins, the thickness causing a little discomfort for Corey, though Sammy seemed completely unfazed. After a few seconds, the bands were removed and the sloshy, pink shots were ready for the countdown. Both colleagues nodded to each other before the woman counted down, the needles piercing into the flesh a third of the way down the upper arm.

This time Corey gave an audible wince which made his companion giggle. "Don't like needles, do you?"

After the wound was cleaned by the gauze, the brown-haired pincushion couldn't help but rub at the puncture mark as he replied. "Not really a fan, no. How about you? You didn't even flinch."

Sammy sounded a bit cheery as the medical professionals cleaned up and cleared out. "I used to shoot up back in the day. You get over any fear of needles real fast."

As the two were locked into their solitude, metal latches grating into place, silence grew until the intercom flicked on. Dr. Fredrickson's voice was crisp and clear as he explained. "Now we wait. Please let us know if you feel anything. It will take a bit to work, so feel free to move around and mingle."

Corey hopped to his feet, taking the opportunity to mess with his seat. It took a few seconds for him to figure it out, but he pulled the back half up and set it into a slightly reclined chair. When he noticed that he was being watched by the woman on the other, he offered in a gentlemanly tone, "Would you like me to get yours, too? It wouldn't be any trouble."

"That'd be great," she beamed back as she watched him work. While he finished locking it in place, she took her chance to learn more about her fellow Guinee pig. "So... Corey, was it? How'd they get you in here?"

Moving back to his chair, he plopped down before answering. "As much as I'd like to say college debt, that was only a side benefit. I was really hoping to learn more about the Experimental Genetic Augmentation Department and possibly get myself inside as a researcher."

"So, that's what EGAD stood for? Huh. And what did you do before?"

Corey leaned forward attentively. "I'm a lab tech at one of their sister companies. Not really any hope of advancement, but, either way, production kinda sucks. I'd rather be in here with the real science." Pointing over to Sammy, he asked, "And how about you?"

She spoke with a smile. "Which one? What brought me here or what did I do before?"

Her peppiness was infectious, drawing a chuckle from her new ally. "Why not both."

"Alright," she said as she spun around to better face him. "I came for the money. Don't really have a steady job at the moment and when I hit bottom I decided to get clean. Well, now I'm trying to pull myself out of that, so this payoff would be a great start. Still getting stuck with needles, but at least this time it could help people."

Lowering his voice, Corey questioned, "So, what do you think they injected us with?"

Without softening her tone, she replied, "What did you say they were called, experimental gentical something?"

Still hushed, he said, "Experimental Genetic Augmentation Department."

"Yea, that." She pondered a moment before putting her palms on the seat. "I figured it was some new vaccinations, but maybe..." Lifting and wiggling her fingers, she teased, "Mad science. Maybe they'll turn us into dogs."

Corey's voice cracked as he shot back, "That would be just my luck." Clearing his throat didn't seem to help. "Huh, that's weird. My throat is tingly."

Fredrickson's voice came over the speakers. "That's normal. It'll pass. Let us know if you feel anything else."

A few moments later, Sammy developed a subtle itch. As she scratched, she questioned the mirror, "How about minor irritation? I've got this itchiness and it's spreading."

Another click gave her the answer, "Yes. That is also a normal side effect."

The minutes passed, growing the area of Sammy's itch. The woman fought the need to scratch, focusing her energy on small talk. "So, how are you feeling?"

Corey's reply came with almost the same feminine pitch, "The tingling stopped." With a girly gasp, he covered his mouth, Sammy laughing at his embarrassment. "Shut up," he demanded while pointing angrily. "At least I'm not growing body hair."

"What?" Looking at her arms, she instantly knew what he was talking about. Short buds of brownish orange fur snuck out of her pores, speckling her arms, legs, and belly. "B-body hair? What the hell?"

Sammy was too busy checking herself over to notice as her sports bra started to loosen, the mounds below shrinking. What she lost, her partner picked up, Corey's nipples swelling up and pushing forward. By the time he noticed they were already half done, blossoming until they would have filled a c-cup, almost a full bra size larger than Sammy's had been. As her suppleness vanished, she removed the bra for a better look. She would have teased Corey, but her terror kept the humor at bay. Silent from the initial shock, Corey's fingers hovered, afraid that if he touched the tender orbs he'd make them real. With a girly shout, the fear burst forth. "What is going on here? There's no way this is happening!"

While feeling her own nipples, firm yet useless, she gawked at the knockers her test-mate sported. "Damn... yours are bigger than mine ever were." Thinking nothing of it, she groped one of the man's breasts, the sensitive flesh stealing a womanly gasp from his changing lips. "And they're really nice at that." Withdrawing, she shook the thought from her head, focusing back on herself. A ridge was pushing out between her ribs while a pain built, both in her sides and her nose.

While Sammy's ribcage grew more canine, Corey's body started to curve to a feminine shape, the hips widening as his shoulders shrank. While his structure turned dainty, his ears began to point, poking past his brown locks. When he saw himself in the mirror, he couldn't believe the sight, slowly walking forward for a better view. His face no longer had the broad, angular jaw of a man. His features were softer and his chin more ladylike. His Adam's apple had been lost for some time now, but it hurt to see it firsthand. The tiny fingers that touched at the refection of his breasts were delicate, too thin for a man like him. The only thing that remained of his previous gender was the tenting fabric between his legs, pushing against the shorts as his bubbling butt offered little room for anything else. Pounding on the glass, he commanded answers. "I did not sign up for this! What the fuck have you done to me? To us?"

Sammy moved to the mirror as well, checking on her changing face. Her nose was already starting to blacken and push forward while her ears were at the same stage as Corey's, pointing and growing orange fuzz. As freakish as her head was, her horrified gaze focused on her chest. Eight nipples were present, paired and descending down her body. As she went to touch the glass, her arms wrapped around her form in a tortured grasp. The pain of her ribs lengthening dropped her to her knees as she screamed out.

The intercom came to life as the doctor spoke. "Now we can tell you the full extent of this project. The injections you received were gene therapies. The first was to change your species, the second was to change your gender." Before either victim could speak, he started in again, "The goal of this project was not only to see if these two serums work together, but also to assist with the repopulation efforts of the World Wildlife Fund."

Pounding again, Corey screamed, "What are we turning into, you bastards?" His attention left the glass as he felt a poke, his nailbeds spurting black claws.

A new voice come over the comms, that of Mr. Henders, the WWF representative. "As a critically endangered species, red wolves are needing all the help humanity can give them. Since we, as humans, keep overpopulating the world, our organization has agreed that, if it was viable, changing the problem species into a solution was a valid option. We teamed up with EGAD because they are the leaders on this science. The gender swapping is their part. As much as changing the gender could help us maximize breeding, it was something they needed more testing for, so we reluctantly agreed. As for the red wolves, we need more breeding pairs, so that is where you come in."

With defiance, Corey yelled, "I'm not about to fuck an animal, you sick freaks!"

Dr. Fredrickson took over the mic once more. "Oh, you have it backwards, my 'dear girl'. Sammy is going to be the one breeding with you. You'll be the bitch, not 'him'." With that, the speakers cut off, leaving the two alone with their misfortune.

Sammy's muzzle continued to push out, half formed. She did her best to talk, the growing tongue making it awkward. "I'm no man, you assholes... And I'm not about to help with this sick fantasy. Change me back! Change me gah..."

As tears streamed from the pain Sammy was enduring in her face and chest, Corey nervously pulled down his shorts, the bulge having already begun its retreat. A thin line of precum clung to the fabric as his penis shrank. Tearing the shorts down and kicking frantically, he watched as his member shriveled, his testis retracting into the forming slit. The terror was only intensified as he realized that it wasn't going to be human. The deepening gash wasn't straight. It almost looked like an upside down "T" with his pecker sinking into the top. Grabbing at the little that remained, he tried desperately to stop his receding manhood. All he managed to do was shudder his body with a sickeningly seductive sensation.

While Corey fondled 'herself', desperately trying to stop her change, Sammy was dealing with her own problems. The chest pains had stopped, but it left her panting out of an almost fully formed wolf-like mouth, sharp teeth already filling in. Her hands and feet had started their change, thick grey pads callusing her palms and digits. A sudden twinge at the base of her spine dropped her muzzle to the floor, droplets of regret flowing down her fleshy cheeks. As the pink strand of muscle and skin pushed out into a tail, she tried her best to complain, the words more a canine whine out of her finishing maw. "Ris ran't re rappering!"

The pained words finally drew her partner's attention, Corey still stroking at her now fully formed canine vulva, the organ swelling with need as the extra pairs of nipples budded down her chest. "S-sammy? You're looking like a werewolf or something!" Dropping to her knees, Corey tried to put a comforting hand on Sammy's furring shoulder, though her fingers were also starting to stiffen, similar grey pads already half formed.

Cry as she might, Sammy couldn't hold back the changes. She could feel her ears move to the top of her head as the elongating spine finished its push, soft fluff starting to choke out the pale skin. When Corey moved in, the hand was a comfort as her mind was wracked with panic and pain. The gentle kindness lured her to open her eyes and look up to her ally, a pathetic whine complimenting the sad gaze. Corey tried to stay calm as he spoke, but there was a definite twinge of shock as he spurted, "Your eyes... they're wolfy!" The humanly blue hue remained, though the color streaked to the edges like that of a husky.

A heartbroken sniffle revealed more than expected as Sammy's powerful nose picked up a peculiar scent. Taking another sniff, she followed the fragrance as she asked, the words more a confused huff, "Wha is rat?" Another breath and she had it. Corey didn't realize, but she had been dripping with arousal when she knelt down, bringing the odor of lust within reach of her canine companion. Though Sammy was still very much a woman were it counted, the dripping need begged her changing desires.

While the black sniffer approached her womanhood, Corey could only ask a confused "What are you-" before she was cut off by a warm, wet lick against her engorged opening. Her body was not prepared for such a glorious sensation, the bliss throwing her backward onto her butt. Another testing taste wracked her body with pleasure, forcing her to bite a furring finger to hold back an aroused scream. With that nip came another surprise. The teeth that met the almost paw-like finger were sharp and pointed. Looking to the mirror between gasps, she found out why. Her nose had already wrinkled into a dark grey snout, pushing away from her face as it left a trail of peach skin, the whole thing looking like a quarter-finished muzzle. Her ears, like the greedy beast before her, had moved to the top of her head.

The paw she had bitten slowly stroked the white fuzz that grew on her lower cheek as it cascaded down her jaw and neck. The awe of the moment was shattered when the moist tongue slipped into Corey's folds, a scream of euphoria bursting forth as her entire body spasmed. As much as she wanted to break away, to push Sammy's face and tell her off, Corey's new anatomy demanded the attention. Lying back, Corey groped her heaving breasts, one hand tenderly fondling a shrinking mound as the other traced the smaller bumps as they slowly migrated lower.

Corey wasn't the only one overpowered by the lust. Sammy could feel herself getting trapped, each lick bringing her closer to the male mindset. What she didn't realize was that the more her mind changed, so too did her womanhood. The first lick started swelling her clitoris, the eager organ growing in length with each swipe of her moist tongue. The lips of her labia, already covered in white fluff, bulged as they changed into two halves of a wolf-like scrotum. When she started to invade the sanctity of her partner's body, Sammy's growing member twitched with delight, a pointed head growing erect as the reddening tissue stretched with yearning glee. The cavern between her testes sealed closed as 'she' became a full-fledged 'he'.

Sammy's new anatomy brimmed with longing as she dug her tongue deep into the wet orifice. It was Corey, on the verge of orgasm, that finally broke off the escalating sexual tension. Already starting to fur up herself, white covering her crotch and blending into orange on its way up, it wasn't until it hit her shoulders that the worry set in. As the bones rolled forward, decreasing her mobility, she pushed the fully formed and fuzzing red wolf face away from her enlarged sex. "No," she screamed out, her mouth fumbling the words as it continued its push to completion, "Ris-ris isn't right!" As the enthralled mouth moved back into place, Corey gave a soft punch as she rolled to her feet, forcing herself to stand despite the pain in her shifting hips.

The smack to Sammy's muzzle snapped him back to reality, absolute terror taking over his features. As much as he wanted to apologize, all he could manage was a saddened whimper as his ears flattened. Fortunately, Corey understood. Leaning down, she took his face between her fully formed paws, both dangling down, unwilling to turn as her limbs were still halfway between human and animal. She tried her best to comfort him with her whiney voice. "It's rot yourrr fault." With a growl, she finished the thought. "It's theirrrrrrrs."

With an accepting nod, Sammy tried to rise to his feet, the action toppling him to his side. His hips and joints had already set into his canine proportions. The only thing missing for his complete change was the thickening, brown-orange fur along his spine and tail, and the white-orange sprouting along his four legs. It took a moment for him to regain his footing, the large wolf paws still unusual to his mind, pads fully formed and slick against the polished floor.

The yipe from Sammy's fall was copied by Corey as her spine started its growth, two sickly lines bursting forth and forcing the woman to her hands and feet, both of which were now proud paws at the end of mostly wolf-shaped limbs. As the flesh lengthened into proper canine tails, both twitched with disproval, the searing pain forcing a whine from Corey's fully changed mouth. Though she couldn't see it, her eyes had begun their change, the sharp greens expanding to replace the visible white, a black ring growing at the edge to finish the bestial appearance. Not even a concern at the moment, she was oblivious to the fact that her glasses were missing, thrown off during her changes.

Sammy passed before the window angrily, his own metamorphosis complete. He had gained muscle and size as the fur had finished, all that power rippling with hatred toward the people behind the mirror. The entire process had been painful and horrifying, but the new bravado provided by the increase in testosterone made him want to maul those responsible. He kept his focus on the rage, fearful that if he, for a second, lost that focus, he'd turn his attention back to the bitch in heat.

Corey was lucky that her burly cell-mate had other desires at the moment as she dropped her face to the floor, a crack of the spine locking her to a beastly stance. Had Sammy noticed, he'd have come over for sure, Corey's body set in a pose that resembled a presenting dog, ready for mating. Her twin tails fluffed into wolfy appendages as her ribs lurched forward, the overwhelming pain of the expanding chest knocking her to her side. The wounded howl was magnified as the agony of her change was multiplied by the impact of the sensitive area against the hard ground. Curing up, her tails tucked between her legs, which had almost finished their own conversion.

The torture of his companion snapped Sammy to attention, the wolf moving in to tend to his fellow victim. As he moved closer, Sammy was startled by the fur growing over Corey's face. A small patch of blue intermixed with the brown over her left eye, climbing up to the front of her orangey ear. The right was completely normal, greys that changed to a coppery shade as it neared Corey's eyes and muzzle. With a gentle lick to the discoloration, Sammy tried his best to calm the weeping canine. The affection was not only welcome, but returned by the smaller red wolf as she gave a weak flick of her tongue to the bottom of Sammy's jaw. The end of the changes swept over the she-wolf's ribs and legs, the fur growing in a softer shade than her protector. The last of her human mass vanished, leaving her far smaller than the male before her, a mere fifty pounds to the sixty-five pound mound of muscle.

Back in the control room, Mr. Henders was confused by Corey's mutations. Seeing the oddities, he assumed the project a complete failure, though he wasn't about to let the rest of them know it. "The one you turned female. What went wrong?"

Dr. Fredrickson flipped through his papers as he answered, the outcome not at all surprising to him. "Two minor mutations. Honestly, this was expected. Sammy's 'X' chromosome had the easier conversion. Corey, on the other hand... His original male 'Y' chromosome had to grow and expand which, combined with the species change, is likely what caused it."

The WWF rep looked mildly concerned. "But won't this impact their breeding? We can't introduce mutated animals into the wild!"

"On the contrary," stated the team lead. "We now know exactly what to alter to fix this issue for future use. Plus, the mutation is likely only in her genes, not the ones she'll pass along." Taking a moment to write on his sheets, he continued the explanation. "Don't worry. We plan to test the pups they produce. If any genes are mutated, they will not go into circulation. However, I am almost certain that won't be a problem. These were both minor, superficial mutations. They shouldn't be passed on to the next generation."

Still not entirely convinced, the guest huffed before saying, "I guess we'll see in about two months. That is assuming they actually mate. How sure are you they will, anyways?"

It was one of the lab assistants that spoke up after a quick chuckle. The man explained with an awkward cheeriness, "The gender bending formula has the fun little side effect of ramping up the sex drive. The subject's usually unprepared for the change in hormones. Not to mention that when the animal mind takes over, the bitch is going to be in heat... so it shouldn't be long now."

He was absolutely right, the two red wolves already struggling to maintain their minds against the scent of attraction. Sammy had gone back to stalking the mirror, though his nose kept pointing back to the female as his member stiffened with desire. Corey remained where she was, whining desperately as she fought the need to lick at her own swollen lady parts. Slowly, her leg lifted into the air as her muzzle drew close, the dampness of her snatch commanding attention as liquid desire dripped to the floor. With a reluctant groan, Corey tasted at the needy orifice, the attention sending the heavenly fragrance into the air and over to the horny hound as he drew closer, the pull of instinct winning out over the shred of modesty.

As much as Corey wanted to fight her growing lust, the sight and smell of her companion's cock nagged at her bestial urges. Her body seemed to move on its own, pivoting to her paws and raising her backside into the air, a fitting demonstration to the powerful mate ready to take her. Corey's tails swept to opposite sides, showing off her display of interest while Sammy drew ever closer, his eyes predatory with passion. The closer the aroma, the less control Sammy could muster, instinct taking over as he moved into place. With an excited hop, Sammy's legs were around Corey's hips, waist twitching greedily as he mounted his bride-to-be. It took a few tries, but the reddened tip hit its mark, sliding deep into the accommodating slit.

Corey wanted to scream, the feeling both blissful and violating at the same time. As embarrassing as it was to her lingering humanity, it somehow felt right, a feminine moan breaking past her black lips. The tighter her companion squeezed with his forelegs, the more certain Corey grew that this was really happening, that she was getting rammed by a stiff, canine shaft, and, in a weird way, absolutely loving it.

The tighter Sammy gripped, the harder he prodded, his penis digging in with quick, shallow thrusts. He didn't understand why at first, but it pleased him when Corey looked back, chin to the floor and eyes seductively wide. It donned on him as he deepened his drive, long strokes forcing his bitch to pant with pleasure. He felt dominant for the first time in his life. No longer the one getting poked, he was the one in control for once. The feeling was better than any of the drugs he'd tried as a human, adrenaline and testosterone fueling his pace. Clumsily lost in the moment, his member slipped from the inviting folds of his female, probing to find its home again. Several stabs at the white fur of her backside left damp strands of precum until the rocket found its way, shooting back in with a joyous force.

Corey's whole body heaved from the vigor of the blow, face swaying forward as her eyes closed, the feelings overwhelming her. Her hips started to sway, doing their best to please the needy flesh that invaded her. Each spasm was a glorious event, the sensation like nothing she'd ever felt as a man. Sammy was enjoying the pumping pussy as well, each pulse milking his member and bringing him closer to orgasmic elation. The tighter Corey's passage grew, the larger his knot swelled, the expanding organ tying the two together and allowing Sammy to rock both bodies with each push.

The engorged shaft startled Corey, the realization that she was trapped into the possibility of pregnancy rapidly fading with the last of her human mind, the wolf finally winning out in its entirety. Each heave pushed out a gleeful whimper, the bitch on the verge of climax. Sammy was nearing the same point, both in body and mindset. The excitement of being the alpha blotted out any shred of his past existence, the red wolf taking over with a deep shove, the perfect opportunity for a sensual nip at Corey's neck.

The erotic bite sent both over the edge, Sammy's seed lured out by the squeezing vibrations of his mate. The white warmth flowed into Corey, a needful whine pushing out as her body was invaded. The knot held firm leaving the semen unable to escape, the entirety of the sticky secretion filling up her passage and replacing the demanding heat with a soothing comfort. Both canines panted heavily from the intensity, tongues lulled out and dripping to cool their bodies from the fiery enthusiasm.

It took a bit for the emotions to settle, but when they did, Sammy tried to move away, the wolf's bulge holding tight and stopping his retreat. He felt horrible when his lover yipped with pain from his selfish tug. Instead, he wrapped his body around, facing away and letting Corey rise to her feet as well. Standing butt to butt, the two waited patiently for their courtship to end.

Unfortunately for them, their captors felt this was the perfect time to act. The door creaked open, letting Dr. Fredrickson and the two previously unseen assistants move in before it slammed shut. As they circled the room, Sammy growled, loud and menacing. He was ready to lay down his life to protect his woman. Corey, on the other hand, had grown more timid with the change. She lowered down into a submissive display, ears back and tail low. Her chest was on the ground, though her haunches remained high, still tied to her partner.

The doctor took on a non-threating posture as he spoke, soft and gentle. "I'm sorry to do this to you both right now, but it's the best time to keep from getting bitten. I promise that you'll be safe." When the fierce glare of the male was locked on him, he gave a sharp "now" which was followed by synchronized puffs of air. The tranquilizer darts hit their marks, both digging deep into the flanks of the immobilized animals. By the time Sammy's knot had started to recede, he was already heavy from the drugs, barely keeping his front legs steady. Corey was quickly fading to sleep as the warm seed oozed out of her body and onto the floor. Try as he might, Sammy couldn't get his hindquarters off the ground, his ribs rapidly joining them as he toppled into darkness.

With both beasts pacified, the professionals got to work. As the two gunners put away their weapons and grabbed syringes, ready to draw a blood sample, the other two walked in and headed to the cabinets, prepping the standard shots for animals of their type. Seamlessly, the team worked to inoculate and ready the freshly turned red wolves for transport. It wasn't long before the cages arrived to take the pair to the local zoo.

***

Corey awoke to an inquisitive tongue steaking across her moist nose, her partner wagging protectively as she gave a groggy lick back. It took her a moment to get her bearings, the lingering effects of the tranqs still leaving her system. As she moved to her feet, Sammy bounced around excitedly like a pup ready to play. Leading Corey around, he showed off their new enclosure. It was fairly spacious and outdoors, a little rock den in the center of sparse trees. In the front was a moat with a concrete wall on the far side, a viewing platform for visitors at the top. Between the den and the pair's right was a small pool for drinking and splashing. To the right was a fence that separated them from another pack of wolves, the group as curious about them as they were of the new area. The back led to a fake wall that had a doggy door to a small indoor enclosure, a place where staff could easily interact or leave food.

The following days were spent getting to know their neighbors, a small pack of three gray wolves, getting to know the staff, and the frequent, passionate mating romp. The new names they were given by their keepers were an easy change, Corey being swapped to the feminine form, Kori, while Sammy was just cut down to Sam, both names proudly displayed on the placard for their enclosure.

As the days turned to weeks, Kori started to show signs of pregnancy, the staff overjoyed as her figure started to round. At first Sam was highly protective of his mate, growling at their caretakers as they moved into the territory. Slowly, though, he opened up, welcoming the attention as much as Kori did, the checkups she received often accompanied by treats and belly rubs. They quickly adapted to the new life and the pleasantries of the enclosure, even growing excited as new faces passed by, watching as they played.

Five weeks in and Kori was really starting to show, the rounding tummy quite noticeable as her nipples started to enlarge. Sam remained extraordinarily attentive to his lover, often bringing her scraps of food before eating, himself. By now, they had grown used to their habitat and their neighbors, the latter being very helpful in the adjustment. Now that she was showing, she was less eager to visit, but earlier Kori and Sam would hang around the fence playfully. The gray wolves and they often shared scents, howled together, and even ran from side to side in a friendly chase. Over halfway into the pregnancy, the pair decided to keep their distance, the other wolves larger and a potential threat to their pups.

On the fifty-ninth day of her pregnancy, Kori started lactating, the staff overjoyed that she would deliver soon. The zookeepers had a poll going to guess the number of pups, the bulk estimating between five and eight. With her belly being so round and voluptuous, it was a pretty safe bet. Kori, too, was eagerly waiting for her day of glory. Carrying the extra weight wasn't as fun as it looked, her sensitive nipples dragging on occasion, the stimulus an unwelcomed shudder. Though her motherly instincts were in full force, the need to nurture overwhelming, deep in the back of her mind she was worried about being a mother. The fear that she might lose a pup constantly nagged at her, though Sam seemed happy enough to be a father, running circles around the den whenever he felt a little kick as he snuggled her.

Two days later, Kori gave birth. A healthy litter of six, all looking perfectly normal and cute. The tiny pups were pure brown, little stubby noses, flopped ears, and closed eyes. When all were accounted for, the soft whimpers filling the den, Kori got to experience a new sensation. Instead of the discomfort that had nagged her, she was relieved as her babies suckled at her engorged teats, all the maternal worries fading into a calming serenity. Sam constantly poked his head into the den, jumping for joy whenever the precious bundles squeaked with delight.

The zookeepers left the proud parents alone that day, the den camera giving them all the initial information they needed. However, the experiment was not yet complete. EGAD still had to come back in for genetic testing, and that meant strife for the poor red wolf family.

The next day, after Kori had let her pups suckle, she and Sam went to the pond for a drink. They had thought nothing of it until a soft hiss from the distance sounded and a sharp pain invaded their sides. Neither had seen where the darts had come from, but the toxins worked fast, both canines passing out in moments.

The combined staff worked quickly, gloved hands drawing blood from not only the parents, but all of the pups. The pint sized predators were weighed, vaccinated, and received a general physical, all the while their parents being none the wiser. Dr. Fredrickson's theories were confirmed, the mutation responsible for Kori's twin tails and light blue patch of fur were only present in her. The litter was completely healthy, physically and genetically, from the largest down to the adorable little runt. During the little doctor visit, they found out that between the six, there were four boys and two girls, a happy find for Mr. Henders, who was excited at the breeding potential it offered in the years to come.

With their part finished, the research group at the Experimental Genetic Augmentation Department took the findings and went on to develop an injection to be used for aiding in the repopulation of critically endangered species. The targets of these inoculations were the scum of society, aiding in both prison overcrowding and humanity's unchecked overpopulation. Though it would later be scrutinized as a violation of human rights, it was exceptionally effective.

The World Wildlife Fund had their solution, gladly using it to change the fate of threatened species. Though not all agreed with the tactic, a couple board members actively resigning, the bulk agreed on the method, making sure to test every successful use for the absence of genetic anomalies. To that end, the project was a complete success.

As for the darted parents, they were unconcerned with the goals of the corporation that recruited them. They didn't even care that the money they'd been promised never came, though, technically it was paid in room and board, food, and healthcare. The only thing they cared about when they woke up was their pups, which had been returned safely to the den. Though a couple had strayed to the mouth of the home, Kori and Sam were glad that everyone was safe, delicately gripped at the scruff of their necks and bringing the family in close.

It was here that the pack remained until the pups had grown old enough to be moved off to rear families of their own. Kori and Sam were a very active breeding pair, producing healthy litters every year. The bond they shared remained strong, the two content with what they had, never once wanting to return to their humanity... or even able to remember it, their lives completely dedicated to what they were, a proudly mated pair of red wolves.