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Lykos Second Skin Chapter 10 (Coping Strategies)

Brilliant deep shades of blue, pink and gold spread across the skies as twilight gave way to morning. The creek babbled its way through the Grand Mesa campus, sparkling where it caught the gleam of the lamp posts. Morning was always a quiet time on campus, but it had been especially quiet in the days since the assassination of Senator Moore. Even the cafeteria, a bustling hub, was almost deafening in its quiet.

Marco sat not in his usual spot on the side of the building overlooking the creek, but instead in the main room overlooking all the tables. He saw his fellow students on their phones, some reading newspapers, slowly eating. Many had oatmeal, others poked at hash browns and eggs. Marco's brows were furrowed. Not everyone on campus knew that the school existed as a sanctuary for werewolves. That anonymity was part of what kept them safe, and it was that anonymity that Senator Moore had championed. With his passing, the werewolves and the human students all felt this sinking weight of uncertainty.

The clink of a tray hitting the table shook Marco out of it as he looked up to see Udo and Fletcher sitting down on either side of the table. Marco sat up more properly, though Udo brought out a napkin to dab at the corner of Marco's mouth. Marco smirked softly at that, scooting back to give the two more leg room beneath the table.

"You're a million miles away." Fletcher said, sitting down.

"Maybe not that far away, I'm just... worried about everyone." Marco said. Udo nodded.

"As any good Alpha would be." he said with contentment.

"But I'm not sure what I can do." Marco said.

"I'm not sure what you can do in a situation like this. Everyone's got their own way to deal with crisis." Fletcher replied.

"There's going to be a vigil for the senator tomorrow night, and some student forums about gun violence." Udo said, "How you choose to process this will probably have some influence over the campus pack."

"I want to go to the vigil, I think... I'm not sure I'd be any good at the forums." Marco said.

"I think Duncan's team is doing something too later in the week... A kegger or something." Fletcher said. Marco leaned back a little at that, spreading his arms across the wood hand rail that ran around the inside of the cafeteria room.

"Somehow that both concerns and intrigues me." Marco said, "I have a party like that to thank for becoming the man I am today, or at least for getting Yom drunk enough that I had to give him CPR and the chance to bite me."

"And yet it's an opportunity for bonding time with all those manly men..." Fletcher cooed. Marco growled a little and nodded.

"The thought did cross my mind." Marco said.

"Maybe that's really the best thing we can do in this situation. Try to live our lives, to move forward, to do the best we can and be mindful of our past." Udo said. Fletcher's eyes narrowed.

"How is it that you can be so philosophical this early in the day?" Fletcher asked.

"When you're a goth outcast in your high school, the earlier hours are the ones you get to spend thinking rather than hiding." Udo replied.

"I spent those hours sleeping in." Fletcher said.

"I see the appeal of both approaches." Marco replied, thinking of the sunrises back in Hawaii. He scooped up more of his breakfast and took a big bite, savoring the flavors, "Besides, we better eat up. It's going to be a long day."

****

The elevator doors chimed as they rumbled open, allowing Naomi Bennet to step out into the lobby of the Futurza building. Her heels clicked on the obsidian tiled floor, contrasting the steady white noise of the fountains pouring water down glass panes. She walked past potted plants, the floor glistening from the recessed lighting as she looked out at the polarized windows and the throngs of people just outside the building.

Security barricades had been set up, keeping a line between the building and the protestors, and beyond the protesters was a sea of reporters. News vans were practically parked bumper to bumper, filming the chaos going on outside. Naomi's eyes seemed almost greener than usual in her rage. She started walking toward the front doors, but Chad moved up swiftly to cut off her path.

"I don't think this is the time for unplanned press briefings." he said, his voice deep and rich, giving Naomi pause. She looked up at her bodyguard and confidant, lips twitching.

"They are having a disruptive influence on our operations." Naomi said.

"They are, but if you don't feed the fire, it will burn itself out." Chad replied. Naomi looked at Chad, then at the front doors, then back at Chad. She let out a soft noise before she pivoted and started moving back toward the elevator. Chad fell into step easily enough, taking one stride for every two she took. Naomi reached the elevator and held her finger to the scanner, feeling the tiny sting as it checked her biometrics. Her ID snapped up on the screen as the doors opened.

"Aside from that distraction, are you ready for your morning updates?" Naomi asked. Chad stepped in, waiting for the doors to shut as Naomi pressed the button for her office.

"The LSP weapons have finished fabrication and are being packed for distribution along with the enhanced bouncers." Chad said.

"And Doctor Poulson's project?" Naomi asked.

"The wolf-sniffer?" Chad hesitated, "I don't have details yet, but it seems there was an electrical fire that may have set the project back some." The words had barely left Chad's lips before Naomi reached out and hit the hold button on the elevator. It slowed to a stop between floors. She turned to look at him directly in the eyes.

"What kind of electrical fire?" Naomi asked. Chad's eyebrow raised.

"One of the computer components, a capacitor rupture possibly." Chad replied. Naomi shook her head, pacing back and forth in the enclosed space.

"It's little things like that that gnawed away at my grandfather, little setbacks, little sabotages." Naomi replied.

"I'll investigate it to make sure, but... you told me that the associates working with your grandfather on the lycanthropy project died from disease and suicide, not electrical fires." Chad said. Naomi grew still and sighed, nodding, reaching up to rub at one of her temples.

"They did... But it was a less sophisticated age. Records were kept on paper and magnetic tape, secrets were really secret. This day and age is so much more complex, and we have to believe that those that are helping the werewolves are more complex as well." Naomi said, pressing the button for the elevator to resume.

"At the risk... of making a bad morning worse, we do have a complex problem." Chad said softly. The elevator slowed again, this time reaching its destination. The doors opened and Naomi stepped out, moving toward her desk.

"Better hit me with it now." She said, not looking bad as Chad followed her in.

"There have been a few requests from different media outlets asking to talk with... Sam." Chad said. Naomi slowed, looking back over her shoulder.

"Sam..." She repeated slowly, "The computer generated werewolf girl from our ads."

"They believe she is real, and talking to her could shed light on what's going on here." Chad said. Naomi shook her head.

"She was a lure." Naomi snarled, sitting down in her chair.

"A lure that worked." Chad replied, "We were a curiosity before. A multimillion dollar company experimenting with the supernatural, trying to unlock the secrets of a change in the status quo. With the passing of the Senator, it's... something else now. The public is looking at werewolves differently, as a group, as a people."

"And not as a threat." Naomi replied, leaning back in her chair, rubbing at her temple again, "It isn't just the werewolves, their attacks, their bites. Their whole culture is destructive. They'll stop at nothing to keep their secret. The world won't be safe until we understand them, until there is nothing left to hide." she whispered, closing her eyes for a few moments, "I want Phase three ready by this month's full moon."

"Naomi..." Chad murmured, looking a little pale. Naomi opened her eyes, looking at him directly.

"Futurza will continue on with the humane tests on site, but it's time for the Rising Sun to pull their weight. I want Site-B ready by the end of the week. Is that understood?" she asked. Chad nodded, turning to move for the elevator. The doors parted and he disappeared behind them, the gleaming silver metal rumbling shut and leaving the office in silence. Naomi kept rubbing at her head, looking at her office, at the awards she'd won, wondering if they really meant anything in the grand scheme of things.

****

The afternoon sun shone down along main street, glinting off of the eclectic mix of new and vintage cars roaming the town. Auel walked down the street, glad enough to be able to enjoy wearing just a t-shirt and shorts. Fall was well underway and colder temperatures were coming, though they weren't there yet. Auel brushed his hair back out of his face as he came up to the street corner, glancing up at the circular acid washed cut metal sign for the coffee shop; a moose drinking down to drink from a creek.

A bell jangled as Auel entered, glancing around. There were three high schoolers in a booth at the far end, enjoying iced mochas. Auel took up a position farthest from them, settling down where he could see anyone approaching the door. The barista moved over, his bleach blond hair showing tan grow out at the roots, worked into a windswept style. His icy blue eyes glanced over at Auel with a grin.

"What can I get ya?" he asked, moving over, "And don't say pumpkin spice, we're sold out." he added, wiping some muffin crumbs off of the name tag emblazoned with sticker letters spelling out Thackary. Auel smirked.

"We're a few weeks away from Halloween, how can you be sold out?" Auel asked.

"It's all anyone wants, and business has been up and down." the barista said.

"I was actually hoping to... talk to you in... an official capacity." Auel said, looking up earnestly. Thackary pursed his lips a little before he nodded.

"What's up?" he asked. Auel took a soft breath and exhaled.

"I was getting supplies for Ren, and... I ran into an old associate of mine, from the olden days. I played nice, I took a detour home, changed vehicles, did what I could, but I'm worried now. I've sort of been in my own world these last six months, getting use to the new job... I guess my training didn't get me ready for dealing with... one of them." Auel said. Thackary grabbed a cloth to start wiping down the counter as they talked.

"I don't know if there's ever a way to be fully ready. Some keepers act fast, responding to a crisis in an instant. Others have long term assignments that will last their entire lifetime or beyond. Given your background, I think you and I are a lot alike, dealing with problems in the moment." Thackary said.

"Have you seen some action?" Auel asked. Thackary looked up at that, his eyes extra icy before he nodded.

"I have. I didn't always live here in Echo Creek." Thackary replied.

"How much action have you seen here?" Auel asked. Thackary wasn't sure he liked how Auel was asking. It was a deeply personal issue, and one that Auel had once been on the other side of. If Ren hadn't vouched for Auel, he wouldn't be having this conversation.

"One case, about a year ago. A lone hunter came to town following up on evidence of a Direwolf. I had to take him out to keep Echo Creek safe." Thackary said, almost under his breath, "Now, what are you going to order?" he asked. Auel blushed, realizing he'd gone all that time without asking for a drink. Auel glanced down at the oblivious students at the far side of the cafe, sitting in a booth surrounded by milky glass bricks forming a curved corner.

"Iced mocha? Looks good." Auel said. Thackary gave a nod at that and got to work making the drink while Auel thought about his peculiar intersection between the hunter life and the werewolf community.

****

A refreshing cool breeze was blowing across campus, rustling through the trees and kicking up the leaves that had taken on colorful hues before falling across the quad, into the creek, and drifting down the paths that led to the large red brick plaza that sat out in front of the library, a corner of which extended out over the babbling creek. With the sun setting, it was almost ethereal to hear the water continuing on ceaselessly.

Udo stood in a black hooded sweatshirt, his torn up black jeans contrasted with his relatively pale skin. A few strands of blond hair fell across his face, but he'd pulled most of it back into a short Victorian ponytail under the hood. He looked around at those gathered, able to smell that some were werewolves and some were not. There were faces that he didn't know that well - no doubt students that had no idea what lived behind the veil of their school.

Votive candles were being handed out, passed around with little wax paper circles to catch any wax that spilled out. Udo was surprised how much of it was being conducted without words, but they knew why they had gathered, they knew their purpose. Udo accepted his candle and shifted his position, allowing those orchestrating the event to hand them around to the rest of those that gathered.

Udo sensed it all building to a climax, almost everyone ready when he felt a brush on his arm and turned, seeing Marco in his burgundy shirt, his black hair gathered up in his stretchy grey hat. Marco rested his hand on the small of Udo's back, letting him know without words that he was there, that he supported him. Udo smiled with an odd sense of relief, leaning into the embrace. One or two of the students looked over with intrigue, having seen Marco show affection to Artyom and Fletcher around campus, not quite able to place the fact that the four were in an official couple.

"Life is not easy, and living a good life is even more challenging." The voice was somewhat familiar to Udo. He looked over and realized the speaker was Riku, Fletcher's keeper friend. He was reading from a printed out passage, though he presented the words well. One of the other gathered students lit Riku's candle with a lighter before moving on. One by one, small flickering flames lit up, the glow growing and spreading. Riku looked out at the assembled masses, "When society loses a visionary that walks this difficult path, we must not lament. To lose ourselves in reflection is to turn away from the future they were walking towards. In this moment of silence we will remember Senator Moore, and we will not forget the freedoms he fought to protect."

As Riku fell silent, Udo's candle was lit, then Marco's, and soon they all had one. They stood in the cool air by the babbling creek, holding little embers of glowing fire representing an indelible spirit and a noble ideal. Udo leaning his hip against Marco's, his ribs against his Alpha's. His boyfriend was so much taller than him, so much bigger, it felt safe to be touching him like that... but it also felt safe to be together with the other students, knowing some of them had no idea they were in the company of werewolves or magic users. It was that specific anonymity that the senator had been trying to protect, so safe spaces like Grand Mesa University, like the town of Echo Creek, could continue to exist.

****

A soft, ever present ticking came from the wood frame clock mounted on the wall of the museum. It was subtle enough that the slightest noise made it inaudible during the day, but in the middle of the night it sounded loud and clear. The wall sconce lights in the museum really brought out the rich red tones in the wood, almost making the pages of the books in the bookshelves glow with their own creamy warmth.

Bare feet padded down the steps as Silas descended, though his pace was slow. His normally exuberant energy had been tempered by the late hour. His rich coppery red hair fell around his head in waves, complimenting the splash of freckles across his nose. His green eyes were vivid, like hidden forest ponds... and for the first time in six months, his ears were human without him having to picture it in the core of his mind.

Silas wandered through the back part of the museum, feeling his toes on the smooth wooden floors. He passed by Ren's office, finding it empty. Her study was empty as well, and the museum itself was locked up. Silas was growing more and more concerned until he heard the sound of a spoon circling around a teacup in the kitchen. Silas grinned ear to ear and followed the sound, appearing in the doorway.

Ren looked up, an eyebrow arching at the teenager's sudden appearance before she pulled down another cup from the cupboard and poured out more tea, adding two cubes of sugar. The cubes dissolved away, the particulate swirling around the orange-amber liquid. Silas took a deep breath and sighed happily. He moved over and bowed his head in thanks for the cup before he lifted it and sipped from it.

"It's quiet without Ethan here." Ren commented. Silas smiled.

"I'm not sure it's quieter since I make all the noise, but it's different." he replied, "How are you doing?" he asked. Ren hesitated at that, caught off guard by the kind sentiment. She was always the strong one, the Keeper of Echo Creek, the one to keep everything turning.

"I miss him." Ren said simply, "But I am pleased that you are here."

"It'll be good for him." Silas said, holding his teacup with both hands, looking down into the liquid, "It was Conrad's death that broke him, and now he got him back. Even if he has guilt for how that happened, it wasn't his fault. It was an ancient spirit." Silas said.

"I hope that you are right, and I have... some small suspicion that you may be." Ren said, though she was still guarded. She could not ignore the fact that a direwolf had killed Fletcher, and then he had come back from the dead possessed by that spirit. Then he had brought back Ethan's dead brother years after the fact, aided by Silas who had 'died' as a human, only to be reborn as a direwolf. The group was surrounded by death, by deceit, and she had done her best to bring light back to them, to rehabilitate them.

Ren sipped her own tea, her eyes looking at Silas - seemingly human, seemingly healthy. She knew the next full moon would be his true test. As much as she hated to admit it, the changes Demeas had invoked in the lycanthropic curse had eased the sting of the Direwolf's life. Many had shifted to Dark wolves, still brutal and animal, but no longer caught in a torturous chain of death and rebirth. Ren had no idea how much of Silas' recovery was owed to her, and how much to Demeas.

"Do you think Auel will be enough to keep me in check next full moon?" Silas asked. Ren considered before she beckoned for him to follow her. She left the kitchen, heading back for her desk.

"I do, but I'm not sure if that's the right path. Auel was learning from Ethan, and the two of them were here to keep you in line. I don't... know if you need as tight of a leash anymore, and Auel has many more individuals to learn from." Ren said.

"What do you mean?" Silas asked. Ren walked around her desk, settling down into her chair.

"Maybe it is time you rejoin the other wolves from your school, take part in a communal full moon." Ren said. Silas looked nervous, his ears starting to push out into points.

"I... I mean, it sounds great, but maybe... something smaller to start? The adult werewolves from around town don't meet in the box canyon, they have their own spots. Maybe... uh, I..." Silas trailed off. Ren arched an eyebrow and nodded her head, indicating the chair on the other side. Silas slowly slunk down into it.

"Silas, you've come so far. You're ready." Ren said.

"I don't feel ready, I feel scared. I'm not... a normal werewolf." Silas whispered. Ren shook her head.

"There is no such thing as a normal werewolf." Ren replied, "There never has been and I doubt there ever will be. You are who you are, a unique blend of a human soul and a wolf spirit. The curse will force you to remember that on the night of the full moon, but how you face that challenge will give shape to your future. I can't force you to go, I just have confidence that if you do, you'll be ready." Ren said. Silas finished off his tea before looking at the empty cup.

"It would be nice to see the others, maybe play around some... maybe go for a race." Silas said wistfully. Ren smiled.

"It would be a lot more fun than bouncing around the back garden with two keepers as guards." Ren said. Silas nodded, pushing up from his chair with a bit of a yawn.

"You're probably right, like always." Silas smiled, "I think I'll give it a try, but first, sleep. Goodnight Ren."

"Goodnight, Silas." Ren replied, watching the teenager trundle back the way he had come, rising up the stairs and disappearing to bed. Ren listened to the museum, listened to it settle back into the quiet, punctuated only by the wood frame clock and the questions that always ran through her mind.

****

The sun was setting on another school week, the colors draining from the sky, leaving it swathed in navy blue pin pricked by stars. While the vigil had been calm and somber, the football team's party was shaping up to be far more like a wake than anything else. Paper lanterns had been strung up between Keller and Hawkstray hall, creating a sea of multi-colored lights that glittered off of the hundreds of windows overlooking the courtyard. Beach towels had been thrown out across the grass, barbecue grills set up on the wide cement paths, and the recessed circular patio outside the Hawk's Nest had practically devolved into a mosh pit as music pumped out from big speakers situated precariously in dorm windows.

Marco walked down the sidewalk, seeing all the young men talking, playing Frisbee, eating and drinking. Sure, the party wasn't for everyone. Many had fled to quieter corners of the campus for some peace and quiet, and many like Udo were attending the forums... but somehow, Marco knew this was where he wanted to be... somewhere celebrating life. Marco murmured, feeling a hand graze his chest as a tall skater with pierced nipples and slightly pointed ears passed by. The freshman winked, his teeth a little sharp as he grinned. Marco gave a wink back, finding it hard to resist the charge of being the center of attention sometimes.

"Yo, boss man!" Duncan's voice shouted out. Marco glanced up, spotting Duncan, Artyom, and Fletcher up near one of the kegs. One of the running backs was filling red plastic cups with the forbidden brew and passing it out. Fletcher sipped at one of them, looking up at Marco with a smile.

"You're going to have to tell me how you managed to get all this past campus safety. This... open of a display isn't allowed." Marco said.

"I may or may not have called in a few favors with some Keepers so we can really have some fun here." Duncan said.

"Well, just be careful, not everyone here has enhanced metabolisms." Marco said.

"I told you he'd be the party pooper." Fletch said. Marco's brow furrowed.

"I'm not a party pooper, I-" Marco stopped as Yom reached up, holding Marco's beard as he leaned in for a kiss. Marco melted into it, their lips playing together for a moment before they parted. Marco had a bit of a glow about him, but then murmured in surprise as Duncan leaned in for a kiss too. Soon Marco had another man's tongue in his mouth, slipping back and forth. Duncan squeezed in, dropping his hand to Marco's hips, sliding his groin forward and back, humping against Marco's.

"Damn, bro, how did you get so lucky?" The running back asked, shaking his head.

"You haven't seen anything yet." Fletcher said, winking to Artyom. Artyom grinned at that and grabbed Fletch, pulling him into a heated kiss as well. The running back whistled out at that as other members of the team started to clap and hoot at the display. Duncan broke the kiss, panting, looking at Marco. Marco looked at Duncan, his fangs showing. He reached up and ran his fingers through Duncan's beard, feeling how thick it was.

"You're still growing it out." Marco said. Duncan grinned, humping against Marco again.

"I want to make my Alpha proud. You love beards, right?" Duncan said. Marco nodded slowly, grinding back against Duncan.

"I do. I never really thought about it much before getting bit, but I do love them, and I love yours." Marco said. Duncan blushed and waved for his teammate to give him another cup. He offered it to Marco.

"One more thing to celebrate tonight." Duncan said. Marco accepted the cup and lifted it up, sipping at it. More of the football players let out whoops of enjoyment and the music was turned up. Marco tried his hand at dancing a little, much to Yom and Fletcher's amusement. More drinks were had and the minutes ticked by until Marco felt clawed hands slide up his shirt, resting on his chest.

"I do not think I can resist any longer." Yom whispered softly. Marco growled in turn.

"I bet our room has a great view of the lanterns." he replied.

"We should show Duncan." Fletcher added, standing hip to hip with Marco. Marco considered for a moment before he smiled, reaching out. Duncan had been dancing, but as he felt his alpha's hand slip around his arm, he let out a happy yip and fell into line, following the others through the crowd, headed back toward the dorm.

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The door to Marco's room burst open as the tangled mass of masculinity stumbled in. Even without the lights turned on, the room was filled with a soft amber glow from the web of paper lanterns strung out a floor below their room. The massive light display acted like a screen, obscuring the party below and giving the upper floors a magical feeling.

Marco led the men in, though Yom didn't give him much space, reaching up the back of his shirt. Yom's claws came out as he grabbed the scruff of Marco's shirt and tugged, causing the fabric to split. It came off easily, revealing Marco's meaty pecs and thick abs. Duncan dipped down, latching onto Marco's chest, his mouth ringed by the thick bushy brown beard that he'd been carefully cultivating.

As the two stumbled, grunting and moaning toward the bed, Yom stopped. He tipped his head back, his longer hair sliding down his shoulders. He embraced the passion welling up inside his chest - and as he did, his chest started to swell and expand. He grunted and panted, his eyes shifting to gold, his ears tingling as they stretched into points. His brow popped and snapped, extending outward into a swollen ridge as his lips distended around growing fangs. He let out a growl as he brought his head back down to look at the three other men in the room.

Fletcher actually drooled a little, watching as patches of fur spread across Artyom's chest, elbows and forearms. His hands swelled, the claws getting longer. Fletcher moaned, unzipping his pants, fishing out his own cock to stroke back and forth, looking at Yom, then at Duncan and Marco, turned on so much by it all. Duncan grunted, his temperature climbing as he had full access to his alpha. He sucked and slurped on Marco's nipple, his hand groping his alpha's groin until he got it down into the pants, feeling how hot and hard and... lycan it was.

With each stroke of Marco's cock, Duncan's hands got rougher, tougher, and his fingernails darkened and pushed out into claws. He panted hard, his teeth sharpening into fangs as he nibbled Marco's chest. His eyes turned, his brows pushed out, his ears pushed into points and he snarled, his shoulders growing thicker. With each sloppy, haphazard suck, Duncan's mouth pushed forward as it filled with fangs, his forehead swelling to look more bestial.

In a few moments, the football player couldn't take it anymore. He grabbed at Marco's pants and split them open, getting rewarded with the huge, red canine cock of his master. He licked his swollen lips before he dropped down, plunging his head around the cock, bobbing his head up and down until the tip bumped the back of his throat a few times. Like a practiced pro, he tilted his head and let Marco's cock plunge into his throat.

Marco gasped, spreading wide on the bed, his head tipping back. He moaned, his eyes fluttering as they turned gold. His teeth began to sharpen - the canines first and then the incisors, his lips pushing out over it. His already dark eyebrows began to thicken, slowly growing together as his forehead swelled, the brow ridge pushing out over his eyes. His ears took on points and a soft dusting of fur crept up the back of them, the hair on his cheeks creeping up higher, taking up more real estate.

As Duncan sucked him off, Marco's chest hair became absolute fur, spreading all the way from one pit to the other as his arms got thicker with fur, then his legs. His toes wriggled as their claws popped out, his fingernails following shortly after. Marco panted hard, grunting sharply, his heart racing. He moaned, feeling his weight increasing as his pectorals expanded, then his abdominals, his biceps and triceps.

Somehow in the back of his mind he could sense that there were many other wolves taking part in similar acts across the campus; embracing their lust and love and respect for one another, embracing each other, sharing their passions and energies, bonding as a pack without the full moon to force them. Marco shuddered at that, sweating. He brought a huge clawed hand down to Duncan's head, wrapping it around his skull before he grabbed onto it, guiding the football player up and down his huge cock before he willed himself to start cumming.

Duncan began to obediently gulp at his alpha's seed, drinking it down slurp after slurp, feeling it coat his throat and pool in his stomach. He fed off his Alpha as his own body started to swell again. His muscles began to expand, his spine started to stretch, and his already impressive beard was starting to grow longer. There were barely audible pops and snaps as Duncan's ears shifted, growing softer and thinner, reshaping as they migrated up higher on his head until they emerged as full wolf ears.

Fletcher felt something brush against his foot and looked down to see Duncan's tail growing in, his feet going full werewolf as his legs reshaped. Fletcher gasped, cumming a little, overwhelmed by it all - and when a clawed hand wrapped around his own cock, he nearly had a heart attack before he looked up at Artyom. Yom grinned and leaned down to lick Fletcher's ear.

"You're one of us. This is your pack. Nothing else matters. Embrace it how you want to embrace it." Yom whispered. Fletcher felt reassured by that. He wasn't just an outsider, he was a participant. And after being bitten and nothing happening, he didn't have to worry about being quite so careful either. He looked at Yom and then at Duncan before he nodded in resolve.

Duncan shifted in surprise as he felt his tail lifted up, and then shivered in delight as he felt a cock poking at his rear entrance. Fletcher tried a little, then again before suddenly he thrust into the werewolf's tail hole. Duncan's ass wriggled and quivered around the intruder, almost milking it. Fletcher grinned, grabbing onto the football player's huge hips as he started to thrust forward and back - though it was Fletch's turn to be surprised.

Just as he had gotten started, Fletcher felt something nuzzling between his own ass. It took him a moment to realize it was Yom's face. Yom nuzzled in between Fletcher's pert, bubble of an ass before he opened wide, his tongue slipping up and down at his nether regions. Fletcher's jaw dropped and he moaned, his movements becoming a little vague and unfocused. He let out a yelp as he felt a tongue push into his ass, but that surprise spurred him back into fucking Duncan.

Fletcher bounced between the two behemoths like a rubber ball, fucking Duncan while he was tongue fucked by Yom. His eyes were almost rolling back in his head as he went at it, grinding like a madman while nearly jumping up into the air as Yom went to town. He panted hard, feeling more aroused than he had ever before. His body was electric, his muscles were humming. Even his nipples felt fully erect, almost painfully so. They were stinging, throbbing, pulsing... and Fletcher wouldn't have it any other way.

Marco looked at his boys, sad that Udo was missing out, but quite pleased by the different combinations he could manage now. He took particular delight in seeing Fletcher in the thick of it, enjoying himself, embracing it all. As scary as it had been to worry about what the bite would do to him, it had turned out alright in the end. He was one of the boys, one of the pack, one of the generals.

The Alpha tipped his head back and he parted his lips, letting his moan build into a full and echoing howl. With Duncan and Yom's mouths occupied, Fletcher decided to do his best, imitating the howl as well. Hearing the howl of his mate, Marco came harder than he ever had before, sending a huge torrent of cum down Duncan's greedily hungry throat. Duncan's ass clamped down on Fletcher's cock, and as inexperienced as he was, that was all Fletcher needed to cum as well. The chain reaction continued, Fletcher's body contorting and flexing around Artyom's tongue.

Yom broke off from Fletcher's ass and dropped to the floor, crawling between his legs as he rolled over onto his back and reached up, clawing at Duncan's unfastened pants, getting them down the rest of the way so he could lean up, slurping messily at his cock. Duncan had already cum into his pants once, but at the sudden attention he shuddered and came again, spraying thick werewolf jizz across Yom's bushy beard. Yom licked what he could, but basked in the rest as the manly scent permeated his beard. The four were spent, washed over in the glow of orgasm, spent and content as the celebrations outside just kept going.