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LYKOS Second Skin Chapter 16 (Widening Gyre) The freight elevator rumbled as it lowered and lowered, descending an unknown distance beneath the Earth. Doctor Poulson felt his heart beating like a hummingbird's, every instinct telling him to try and break out, to flee... but his mind knew that these hunters were trained. They had taken him down instantly, and with less than lethal force. If he tried to escape, he might not be so lucky. His chest rose and fell, his eyes gleaming amber, his cheeks covered with soft blond fuzz. He felt gravity shift slightly as the elevator slowed to a stop and the door opened.

A hand shoved against Poulson's back and he fell forward - into dirt. He looked up, then around, confusion sweeping over him. He was in vast forest. There were trees, dirt, running water and stars. He could smell rabbits and other small creatures. He moved to get up, but heard a weapon behind him cock. He swallowed softly.

"Please, I didn't hurt anyone... I tried not to do anything wrong. I didn't ask for this, it just happened! It was an accident!" He pleaded.

"Accident or not, here we are." A cool voice responded. Doctor Poulson turned, still panting, still on all fours.

"Miss Bennett!" He said, blinking, somehow even more afraid, "I... I know I should have told you, I shouldn't have run... I was scared, this was so sudden, but... but I think I can still help. Maybe this will benefit Futurza, having an inside perspective?" he asked. Naomi stood in the pale starlight, her dark blue blazer and skirt blending into the evening twilight.

"Andrew... Andrew, Andrew." Naomi said softly, "You are a confounding variable now. You couldn't operate a controlled experiment, you could contaminate any findings you were involved in. I see no way that you could be part of the solution now that you are part of the problem." She replied, starting to move back towards the elevator. Poulson sprung back to his feet, snarling, saliva flinging from his sharpening fangs. Several green laser sights landed on his chest, the hunters narrowing in on his heart and lungs.

"I am not garbage, I am not something to cast away. I gave this company everything I had!" Andrew shouted. Naomi turned, looking over her shoulder.

"And you still want to contribute?" She asked. Andrew nodded with more confidence.

"That's all I've ever wanted." He replied. Naomi considered for a long moment before she looked up at the sky where a three quarter full moon was rising. She was silent for a long moment before she nodded.

"I'll enroll you in our newest project as a test participant. You will be stationed down here." Naomi said. Andrew's brows furrowed in confusion.

"What do you mean, down here? Where are we?" he asked. Naomi smiled.

"This is Futurza's largest laboratory, Doctor Poulson. We've invested quite heavily in researching our participants. Get comfortable, this is going to be your home for the next little while." Naomi said, stepping into the elevator. The hunters retreated with her and the heavy door rumbled shut. Andrew stood there, listening to the elevator ascend until he could no longer hear the distant sounds. He was left with nothing but the babbling of a stream and his own heartbeat as he turned around, facing this strange slice of nature built under Futurza.

**** The storms had passed, the flooding was abating, and Futurza was getting back to business. The Annex building was popping with activity as everyone tried to get their experiments rolling again. Screens showed the participants in a variety of projects, displays dug into the mathematics of it all, and Haku moved down the hallway, walking between the immense angular beams that felt like architectural ribs of the great building they were connected to.

Reaching his desk, Haku rounded the corner and sat down, logging into the computer for the first time in a few days. The system booted, accessed the remote aps, and brought up his desktop - a picture of Cira and Marco on the beach after Marco's high school graduation. The white sands and the turquoise surf were mesmerizing, but they weren't nearly as bright as the smiles on his family's faces.

Haku looked at Marco, at how young he had been, how much more... human. He'd been a fool not to think more about his son's growth spurt. How could he have missed the warning signs? Height, hair, muscles, even a more surly attitude. Haku exhaled slowly before he opened his briefcase, pulled out a flash drive and plugged it in. The explorer window popped up, showing the files. Haku's hand drifted to the mouse, brought the cursor over one of the files and double clicked.

The project file opened, showing details and diagrams of the aromatic detector that he'd been working on. Haku's eye drifted down to the miniscule boxes at the bottom of the window. Most of them detailed poly counts on the 3D model, the amount of materials used, but one indicated that it was networking to a cloud save to access one of the pictures. It was that miniscule link, that tiny lifeline, that innocuous little box that would allow them to begin their work.

"Hard to get the grindstone turning again, isn't it?" A collected voice asked as a cup of coffee was set down on the table. Haku resisted the urge to jump or navigate away from the screen. He turned with a smile, looking up at Chad. The young man had a peculiar position in Futurza. He was listed as security, specifically for Naomi, but he seemed to be some sort of errand boy or assistant too, always there, always around, always keeping watch.

"You're telling me." Haku said, nodding his head in thanks as he accepted the coffee, "A man could get used to that time off."

"Did you do anything fun, or just batten down the hatches?" Chad asked.

"Spent time with my wife mostly, didn't see the sense in going out much." Haku replied.

"You're right, I think. It just wasn't safe out there. You were also right about the kids, they loved the movies." Chad said, setting the DVD wallet down. Haku smiled.

"I'm glad. My son's not much older than them, I was hoping I wouldn't be that out of touch with young people already." Haku said before looking around, "Speaking of which, I've been out of touch with Doctor Poulson for a few days. Do you happen to know when he'll be in?"

"Unfortunately, Doctor Poulson has been reassigned to another department. " Chad answered. Haku shifted a little in his seat.

"That's... most unfortunate. He was an invaluable member of the team, his contributions were vital." Haku replied. Chad straightened up a bit.

"Do you feel that you will be unable to complete your project without him?" Chad asked. His voice was inquisitive, neutral, but held a risk. Haku thought back to his days of playing poker in college. With risk came the chance for reward.

"I believe if I had access to his files on the project that I could fill in the blanks and stay on track." Haku said with a soft smile. Chad considered for a moment before he nodded and leaned over, accessing the intranet. He attempted to access Doctor Poulson's workspace, but when an access denied error flashed, Chad entered an override code. In moments the screen filled with Andrew's files. Haku watched as Chad moved the files to his workspace and logged back out, leaving the work station almost the way it had been before.

"There you go." Chad nodded, "We're eager to see what you come up with."

"Thank you so much, I'm sure this will keep me right on track." Haku replied, sipping on the coffee cup, fully aware that the keystrokes from the computer had been transmitted to the cloud account Fletcher had set up. Haku continued to sip his coffee as Chad moved down the hall to check on the next project.

**** Udo's scream echoed in the dark cavernous space as he jumped once more, bringing down his modest body weight into another blow of his elbow down across the skull of the direwolf. The massive beast stumbled, staggering, panting and bleeding. It snarled with a defeated roar, its eyes unfocused in a dull red glow. Udo couldn't let up. He was so close, and he had so little left in reserve. He let out another scream as he summoned every ounce of strength he had for one more blow.

The sound of breaking bones came both from Udo's fist and the Direwolf's skull. The beast staggered once more, stumbling, wobbling, and then collapsing in a messy heap. The damage had been done, the creature's consciousness lost... and with the beast asleep, the cycle began anew. The smell of death began to fester and grow as life drained rapidly from the husk, concentrating in the newly forming human at the core of the monster.

Udo stood there, slightly hunched. He was heaving for breath, his blond hair soaked with sickly sweat. Even in the dim light of the isolation chamber it was easy to see how poorly Udo had weathered the encounter. He was cold and clammy, purple rings around his eyes. Three gashes crossed his abdomen, though his enhanced metabolism was struggling to heal the damage. Udo's breaths became whimpers as he finally realized it was over.

The sophomore shuddered before he backed up against the wall, sliding down to the floor. He looked out at the direwolf, watching it decay and decompose, smelling the foul stench as somewhere deep inside a new human was born out of the death. Udo wondered if the human would just give rise to the direwolf again when he woke up, refreshed and reborn, ready for more when Udo had no more to give.

Udo lowered his head, feeling the hot sting of tears running down his cut face. This wasn't life. This wasn't something he could just bounce back from. His pack had been torn apart, his family taken away and all that was left was this hell. Udo just wanted to rest somewhere safe, to close his eyes and never wake up. That was the only hope for escape he had now... He closed his eyes, still whimpering softly with each desperate breath.

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Each step echoed, each tap of a claw on the cement floor reverberated, and it was all painful. Every light, every sound, every smell accosted Marco's perceptions. He constantly felt dizzy, on the verge of collapse, but the visits to the interrogation room brought an odd stillness, a quiet, a focus, a chance to breathe... No doubt that was by design, but Marco felt himself slipping more and more. It was hard to stay upright, his center of balance was wobbling side to side.

"Eyes front!" The guard snapped behind him as he started to drift toward the wall. Marco forced himself back upright, his eyes fluttering between amber and brown. The door ahead opened and Marco stepped in. He moved in front of the chair and waited. The buzz came, releasing his muzzle and his cuffs before he sank down into the chair, his head drooping forward, his breaths ragged and shallow.

"Alpha, you do not look so well." Doctor Neer's voice came through the speakers. Marco didn't even bother to look up. No image came from the other side of the mirrored glass.

"I guess I haven't been taking full advantage of your hospitality." Marco replied. There was a light chuckle from the other side of the speaker.

"That's true... Your nutritional intake is about sixty percent that of the other wolves. You wouldn't be trying to starve yourself, would you? Civil disobedience?" Doctor Neer asked. Marco smirked softly.

"The only disobedience I want to try isn't civil at all." Marco growled, his canine teeth sharpening very slowly.

"Then is it an effort to ensure there is enough food for the other wolves?" Doctor Neer asked.

"You tell me. You're the one keeping track of how much we eat." Marco replied, though he wished he hadn't put so much bite into his words as he felt another wave of dizziness sweeping over him.

"I suppose we have been a bit stringent... I will make sure the portions for all wolves is increased, that way you won't have to try and conserve it for the others." Doctor Neer replied. Marco was silent for a long moment before he managed to lift his head, one eye amber and the other brown.

"What is the endgame here? You're starving us, you're testing us, you're changing us... You are Sigma, you're interested in answers, but your guards are barely second rate hunters who want us dead. What is the point of going on?" Marco asked. There was a long moment of silence.

"How long has it been that werewolves were hidden?" Doctor Neer asked. Marco considered for a moment. The mad scientist had access to Keeper herbs and artifacts already. Perhaps an answer would help grease the wheels.

"Since the ancient Greeks." Marco replied. There was a soft sound of consideration at that.

"That long? My, my..." he murmured softly, "Romulus and Remus then?" he asked. Marco hesitated, struggling to remember the myth. He'd heard it when he was young, but he couldn't recall the details. Doctor Neer sighed softly, "All of that time, hundreds of years. You were right here, right with us, side by side and no one... no one knew."

"That was the point." Marco replied, "So this wouldn't happen, so we wouldn't be hunted, or experimented on." Marco growled.

"But think of what happened in all that time! Humans never got a chance to know you as anything other than monsters, and science? We're decades behind... What could Lyncanthropy do? Could it cure cancer? Disease? Famine? Does it pose a risk? Are there new diseases waiting to be unleashed? The secrecy denied us the chance to understand and so we must catch up." Doctor Neer asked.

"Just because a thing exists does not mean you are entitled to it... Even we don't know the answers, even we don't-" Marco hesitated, feeling a stinging in his chest. Beads of sweat started to build on his forehead as he looked around, trying to sense what had changed, what had happened. For the first time in his interrogations, Marco heard someone else through the speakers, but the voice was muffled and the audio cut off for a moment. Marco snarled, "What is it? What happened?" he asked. There was silence for a long moment before the speakers clicked again.

"I was just informed of something... unfortunate." Doctor Neer said slowly, "It seemed that some of our workers took unapproved action... One of your packmates was placed into a cell containing one of those Direwolves... Your beta has been injured, but is alive. No doubt what you sensed was the needs of your Beta. That connection is just one of the things we are trying to help you understand." Doctor Neer replied. Marco's chest puffed out, his fingernails darkening, his eyes gleaming a brilliant and intense amber as he felt his strength coming back to him.

"If you want to help, you'll let me see my Beta, you'll let me help him." Marco said, his voice full of grit and gravel.

"Of course, of course..." Doctor Neer replied, "Give me a moment to reassign the guards. I will unlock the doors along the way to your Beta." he replied. Marco's brow furrowed. He didn't trust this Sigma, but he was being offered a way out, a way to help his pack. There was silence before finally the door clicked and unlatched. Marco moved, pushing it open, stepping out slowly. He looked down the hallway, then up the other direction before stepping out.

It was the first time since his kidnapping that he'd been loose, that he'd been without restraint. His ear perked as he heard another door unlock to his left. He turned and moved, picking up speed. As much as he hated to admit it, he could feel what Doctor Neer meant. He could feel that something was wrong, that someone needed him. His Beta's pain was his pain, and he hoped in turn that he could offer his strength to his packmate... to Udo.

Marco felt his muscles tighten with the realization. It had to be Udo. There was no other wolf that had been taken that he was that close to, that he could sense that strongly. Udo was hurt, Udo was suffering. A door up ahead buzzed, then as soon as Marco was through it, another.

They were heading away from the other werewolves, toward an isolated block of the complex. Tubes full of strange blue liquid ran along the walls. The fact that he had seen no guards emboldened Marco, but as he reached the end of the corridor, he slowed. The door at the end was huge, reinforced. No doubt it could hold a Direwolf bent on escape. The speakers crackled.

"I'm having difficulty with this last one, I'm sending the command to unlock but I'm getting an error. The mechanism must be damaged." Doctor Neer replied. Marco snarled, his canine teeth stretching to points.

"You humans and your machines." he growled, moving up. He grabbed onto the door release wheel and turned, feeling it begrudgingly release until it clicked into the open position. Marco pulled... and pulled... and pulled. He dug in his heels, then braced one leg against the wall. He knew Udo was out there, Udo needed him. Marco pulled against the door with all his might, forcing the metal to budge, inch by inch, until the gap was wide enough for him to squeeze through.

With lightning reflexes, Marco moved, pushing through the gap and charging into the room. He bore his fangs and snarled, ready to defend his beta, but his snarl was met with a clang as the door shut behind him with apparent ease - and then locked. Marco pivoted to look at the door, as well as the mechanism that had been attached to make it so challenging to open. Marco's heart was beating faster and faster, but not just because of the door... a sickly sweet, musky, spicy, rancid scent was filling his lungs.

The Alpha slowly turned, his eyes adjusting to the dim light. The room was hot and humid, water beading on the walls, the floor slick. There were too many smells to identify and none of them were right, but already Marco felt his cock aching in his pants, swelling to full, his nipples stinging with erection, and then Marco realized what the smell was. It was the smell of sex, of heat, of a rut more intense than anything he'd ever experienced before. It was the smell Duncan had adopted after he had been experimented on.

A soft, slow, deep panting came from the far side of the room. A dull white glow came from milky eyes that no longer contained any rational human thought. The beast was seven feet tall, broad shouldered, hunched and disproportionate. His huge hands and feet looked distinctly werewolf with long claws, enhanced size and veined flesh. A thick rusty red tail swept back and forth behind huge ass cheeks and furry pointed ears quirked at the new arrival.

Just looking at Duncan made Marco stumble back, panting harder, grunting as his cock throbbed. Marco didn't want to be turned on. They had twisted and corrupted Duncan, but what he had become was something out of a subconscious fever dream. His beard was full and thick, hanging all the way down to the biggest cock Marco could conceive, let alone had ever seen. It jutted out over two feet from Duncan's groin, the base swollen into a double knot suspended above huge furry balls. His beard was soaked, no doubt with the fruits of the only form of self stimulation he could partake in while being chained down.

From behind a thick mustache, lips parted to reveal yellowed fangs and a growl began to grow, but it wasn't a menacing growl. It was a growl of excitement. It seemed that Duncan had not taken well to his Alpha disappearing. There were bruises from fighting the restraints, puffy spots of sedative being injected, cuts and lacerations... but at last his Alpha had returned. The glowing vacant white eyes found Marco's, and as they met eyes, Duncan pulled against his chains until they were tight.

Marco felt the door against his back, his hands trying to find the handle but there was none. He tried to turn, to break the contact, but the trap had worked too well. Neer had sent him to find his Beta, and he had... his perfect Beta, his neediest Beta... and those eyes, those white eyes that needed him, that pledged to him, that longed for him, that were his...

A moan escaped Marco's lips as he felt the connection starting to spill into him. He groaned harder, feeling his fingernails darken and toughen, pushing out into claws as his face started to tingle and throb. As hot, humid breaths slipped in and out of Marco's lips, his thick black mustache began to grow, curving down over his lips, covering his mouth. His cheeks burned as new soft black hairs began to push up toward new heights, and his already long beard began to stretch out longer.

Duncan growled more, drool leaking from his swollen, elongated mouth. He inhaled the scent of his Alpha, knowing that he had to help him. His scent was too weak, his body too small. This wasn't the Alpha he craved - but it could be. Duncan snarled more, pulling the chains tight, then again, then again. Bits of cement fell from the wall - first in dust, then chunks. The metal strained and groaned, the anchors getting looser and looser.

Marco closed his eyes, trying to break the link, but it was already too late. He slid down the wall to the floor, moaning louder. He felt like he was on fire. His skin burned, his feet ached, his back... his back was stretching. He shuddered, feeling his shoulders actually rising higher along the wall. His cartilage popped and his bones tingled as they swelled.

It had been dehumanizing that the prisoners had been given nothing but black and yellow shorts to wear, but now it made it easy to see just how inhuman Marco was becoming. Black fur sprouted from his elbows, the hair under his arms got thicker, longer, and softer, and a tail nub sprung up from behind the waistband of his shorts. All the while, the material got tighter, stretching around his aching, throbbing, needy cock.

Marco swallowed, thinking about his erection, how unlike his pack, it had been stuck in its animal form for months... He thought about how much more he'd been indulging his beast, how he'd fucked the twins for dominance, how he'd taken Duncan on, how he'd embraced his pack and become... more of a man, more of a beast... how strong and amazing he was, what a good Alpha, ready to breed his betas.

His hand drifted down to his groin, inadvertent at first as he began to rub and palm his cock through the prisoner shorts, feeling it swell and fill. He tried to pull his hand away, but it felt too good. The heat spread and blossomed from his loins, filling his balls, his stomach, his chest. He licked his lips beneath his mustache, feeling his teeth getting sharper, making it harder to talk.

Duncan growled, using all his might, straining. He could smell his Alpha's scent getting more potent, but it wasn't quite right yet. It wasn't like his, it wasn't as rich or as rancid as it could be. Duncan let out an echoing, resounding roar before he pulled with one last tug and the chains came free from the wall, coming down across the floor like whips of metal. The huge, hairy, corrupted beast grinned with pleasure before he lunged.

Marco had been so wrapped up in his own changes that he sensed nothing more than a blur and a gust of air being pushed out of the way, but suddenly he had huge, clawed hands lifting him up off the floor. Marco grunted as he was slammed against the wall before a bearded, fang filled mouth pressed to his. Their mustaches meshed, their beards pressed together, and a huge, slimy purple tongue plunged into his mouth.

The wriggling flesh was strong, but so was the flavor it carried... it tasted as if it had been marinated in wolf spunk, tasting salty and musky at the same time. It filled Marco's mouth, glided over his tongue, tickled the back of his throat and began to push down into it. Marco wanted to gag, but his throat seemed hungry for everything Duncan had to offer... even as Marco's tongue began to swell larger and thicker.

Duncan grunted and snorted, humping against Marco's legs. At first the pressure was pleasant, but it soon became more intense as Duncan put his strength into it. Marco nearly fell at first, but as he shifted his weight, he could feel his muscles tighten, bulge, swell and then grow larger. His bones ached, the legs pushing out longer in length. The massive, slick, veined purple cock slipped across the front of Marco's shorts before Duncan managed to get it up one of the legs, the pointed tip gliding past Marco's sack, finding his own needy, red, veined cock. Duncan snarled into the kiss and humped harder, grinding their shafts together.

A wet, clawed hand slipped up from Marco's hip before it dug into his thick, black beard. Marco felt an unexpected twinge of pleasure in his face, a pleasure that he could not explain. Since when had there been nerve endings around the root of his hair follicles? But the sweeping pleasure was there, and growing stronger as Duncan tugged on his Alpha's beard. Marco blushed feeling swept away in it. He'd always had a strange, unnatural fascination with beards. They seemed to bring together everything that drove him wild. Duncan, it seemed, just needed the chance to be close in order to be wild. With each thrust, each grind, each slap of their shafts together, Duncan came closer until he started to cum.

The hot, thick, sticky rush coated Marco's cock and balls before running down his legs. It soaked his shorts, the moisture spreading around his lap. The spicy, sickly scent hit Marco's nose and he shuddered before he kissed Duncan harder and ground back, humping against his Beta, moaning and panting... and then cumming himself. Marco had never cum quite so easily, and the flow didn't seem to want to stop. At first it was precum, slick and easy, but it began to thicken, to become true cum, joining Duncan's endless fountain... even as his cock began to grow again.

Marco grunted, sharply, moaning. His cock felt trapped, the material too tight, constraining it. He reached down even as he was held aloft, catching his waistband with a claw before he cut the material. The fabric split out, tearing, releasing Marco's bloated, lengthening member. Duncan let out a deep grunt before he all but dropped Marco. Marco slid down the wall, but he didn't have far to go with his growing legs. Duncan dropped down to his knees, plunging his plump, thick lips around the impressive rod before him.

The sounds were lewd and wet, slurping and sucking. Marco gasped, feeling as if Duncan's huge tongue was trying to coil around his cock. Duncan was merciless, drawing his head back before plunging it down tight again. It felt like each time Duncan sucked, Marco's cock was growing again, pushing out to fifteen inches, then eighteen, then twenty. Marco was so hard it hurt, the pain throbbing in his brain, burning like a fever.

The Alpha's hand drifted to hold Duncan's head behind his ear, guiding that hungry mouth up and down, feeling his affections and attentions. Marco grunted softly, not so much from the pleasure of the encounter, but from the strange sensations sweeping over his body. His spine felt strange as his vertebrae grew larger and his ribs spread out. His chest tingled, feeling heavier as his pectorals swelled larger. His arms bulged, even his hair was pushing out longer, thicker and more robust.

With each slurp of Duncan's maw, Marco's cock felt harder, thicker, longer and more robust... but that sensation spread deep into his loins, radiating into the core of his pelvis. The base of Marco's cock began to bloat and swell, rounding out into a huge knot... but then right behind it, pressed tight to his lap, another portion of flesh began to push out of his sheath, bloating and swelling into a second knot.

Marco was sweating, his heart thumping in his chest fast enough to burst. His back ached as it pushed him up to six foot eight, then seven feet. His long black hair was soaked from the humidity, hanging down low to the small of his back, and his tail had grown down to the back of his knees even as it kept going, stretching out longer. Marco grunted hard, finding it harder to think. His forehead felt heavy, and it was only then that he realized that his brow bone had swollen, pushing out like a Cro-Magnon man.

"No, I..." Marco muttered, but his words were muffled by fangs too big for his mouth. His ears stung at the sound of them, stretching into points as black fur swept over the back of them. Marco wobbled, feeling dizzy, looking down slowly. Even as Duncan sucked and slurped him off, his eyes were glowing solid white. He was obedient, loyal, true and pure... He came freely across the floor, across Marco's swelling feet... the huge feet of his amazing Alpha.

Waves of that devotion, that lust, that need and drive came through the connection, making Marco feel headier, almost drunk. A dull grin crossed his lips as he reached out, grabbing Duncan's head, holding him to his huge cock... but it wasn't enough. It wasn't what he needed as a true Alpha. There was no thought of care or consideration, Marco's instincts growing out of control. He grabbed onto Duncan's head with both hands, pulling him off his immense, double-knotted cock.

Duncan whimpered and struggled, not wanting to let go. Marco snarled and asserted his dominance, wrangling Duncan and rolling him until he skidded on the floor, landing on all fours, realizing just what his Alpha wanted next. As the excitement took him, he flung up his tail to present his throbbing, needy tail hole. The sight, the scent, the feel of it was palpable. Marco took a step away from the wall, then another... and without thinking, without even telling himself to. It was as if he wasn't even driving his own body.

A swollen, clawed, veined werewolf hand lifted his huge cock up, starting to stroke back and forth. The sound of it was wet and slick, sloppy as it dribbled out a steady stream of pre between bouts. It was an intoxicating feeling to have such a beastly member. He was an Alpha, a master, a leader, a male. Marco gave a few more jerks of his shaft before rubbing the pointed slimy tip across Duncan's pucker.

Marco's mustache covered lips twisted into a grin before he began pushing his rod into his Beta's slot. Duncan's claws scraped across the slick floor as he moaned and then tipped his head back, letting out a loud howl. His face began to pop and snap, pushing out into a long canine muzzle as he felt his Alpha claim his ass. Marco pushed in, each beat of his heart adding to the pressure in his skull, burning away his thoughts, far from being in control of his actions.

A small, distant voice in the back of Marco's mind warned him that this was the point of no return. He was already losing control, and if he went any further, if he gave in to the beast, the beast would win. He would have lost himself, just like Duncan. He had to think of his pack, the prisoners, the greater good... but Duncan smelled so good, and he was so loyal. He was the perfect mate, the perfect Beta, the perfect pup... and the Alpha had to reward him.

With one rough thrust, Marco slid eight inches of cock into Duncan's ass. He grabbed onto his hips tighter and thrust again, adding another eight. Duncan whimpered with need, with lust, and with a craving for everything his Alpha had to offer. Marco began to grunt and pant and drool as he slid in and out, back and forth, picking up speed. Duncan howled and panted, fur spreading across his hips, his back, his legs and arms. He grew bigger, thicker, rounder, taking on more werewolf traits while keeping his huge, long beard.

Marco felt more snaps and pops coming as his shoulders stretched wider, his biceps and triceps swelled, his pecs got meatier and his legs thicker. He felt like Duncan was shrinking, but only because he was growing taller. Marco's feet spread wider to support his thickening and lengthening legs, his shoulders spread wider still, his lungs swelled to fill his expanded ribcage and his beard kept sliding down lower and lower until the bottom edge tickled the huge cock plunging into Duncan's pert, tight ass.

Each thrust became easier than the last, taking less and less thought while gaining more and more ground. Marco let out a long growl of satisfaction as he sped up, feeling his hips collide with Duncan's ass, that rusty red tail curling around his hip almost as if it was trying to hold on. The yellow was draining from Marco's eyes, fading to silver and then white. Drool leaked from his lips, his fangs sharp and full as he suddenly felt something new... the pop of his first knot forcing through Duncan's tailhole.

Duncan shuddered, his glazed eyes shut in bliss, his own cock unleashing its spunk freely. Marco felt like he had impaled his Beta, filling his belly with his Alpha's tool. All Marco could do was feel; he felt powerful, manly, virile and in charge. He felt his pleasure at heights he'd never experienced, he felt Duncan there with him, the connection so intense, and he felt how close he was to the edge, to abandoning all thought and reason.

With one last, powerful thrust, Marco slid his second knot into Duncan. The Alpha tipped his head back and his lips parted to release a powerful howl as his eyes lost all color and detail, turning solid white. Marco's shaft had been unleashing a steady stream of cum, but that stream became a torrent, rushing into Duncan to fill his belly. Fur spread along Marco's spine, his furry pointed ears drifted up to the top of his head, and his tail flicked out behind him, full and long.

Neither man looked remotely human anymore. Duncan was nearly in his feral state, down on all fours, his three hundred pound body covered with rusty red fur, a muzzle drooling as a fat purple tongue hung over his fangs. His white eyes were glazed with lust, his wolf ears flat against his canine head. Spurt after spurt of cum erupted from his bloated, double-knotted cock while his Alpha towered behind him, standing over seven feet tall.

Marco had been warped and twisted by the corruption, a blend of human and werewolf. He had the hands and feet of a feral, the size of a monster, the ears of a beast. His hair and beard reached his waist, and patches of fur covered his elbows, knees, spine and chest, blending into abnormally thick body hair that covered the rest of his flesh. He looked as much like a bigfoot as he did a werewolf, though his fangs glistened in the dim lighting.

All around Marco, the world became a dull fog as his sense of self identity was lost. The silence in his mind grew as no thought came. Every nuance of his personality, every memory, every thought and dream and desire disappeared into the fog, leaving only a beast of wanton desire, of instinct, of pleasure seeking and of strength. The animal had been let loose and the man was gone.

**** The kennel rattled as it was moved back to its place, Udo curled up inside. He felt terrible that he'd been so predictable, but when that shaft of light burst into the isolation room, he'd launched himself at the slot and crawled inside. He knew he couldn't take another round with the Direwolf, he couldn't survive another encounter. Just the thought of it made his stomach turn, but Udo realized that the sensation was something else...

It crept across him like a wave of fatigue, a weakness he'd never felt before. Udo exhaled slowly, feeling his strength draining away. He laid his head down on the bottom of the cage, trying not to throw up. Soon his muscles felt tight, as if they were trying to tear themselves apart. He felt the tingling of his healing slow down, his cuts aching and throbbing.

"No..." Udo whimpered, realizing what the feeling was. His connection with Marco had faltered. The bond with his Alpha had weakened. Udo's eyes rolled into the back of his head as the weakness took him, the nineteen year old passing out in his cage.