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The Forest Throne A Lone Wolf Story Written by Leo_Todrius Supported by my Patrons The breeze was crisp, carrying with it the first hints of fall as a few leaves danced down the street. It had been a long hot summer in a series of long hot summers, but autumn promised some relief. The breeze carried down the street, the leaves skidding and bouncing along before they came to rest against the tires of a large moving van. Box after box was being unloaded, wheeled down the ramp and then up the gentle slope of the front lawn before being hoisted up by the movers and carried inside the two story home.

The movers had tried not to stare at the man standing on the porch, sipping his coffee. From a distance one might have mistaken Gavin for a brown bear. Up close it still wasn't much easier. Gavin stood with his mug in his hand, feeling the cool breeze blew across his cinnamon brown skin and against his thick, robust cedar brown beard. He towered over the workers at six foot three, his shoulders almost broader than the men side by side. He was in his mid twenties, though he looked mature enough to be in his thirties.

Gavin's long hair was unkempt, hanging down to his mid back. His ears quirked a little at the wind, twitching more than they should have, the tips pointed. It was getting harder and harder to hide his true self after turning so many. The fur on his chest never went away, nor the fur on his elbows. Even his toenails tried to remain as claws. It still amazed him just how far he had come, how much his life had changed, and what was still in store. He watched the movers carry in their furniture and possessions, smiling a bit to himself. If only they knew they were doing the work for werewolves, that they were close to danger and corruption... though Gavin knew better than to risk turning them before their work was done. After all, they had a schedule to keep.

Brown eyes glanced down at the cup he was holding, emblazoned with the emblem of the college he had flunked out of Freshman year. It, too, was a reminder of where he had come from and how much he had changed. Somewhere in the back of his mind he could still remember the meek, geeky, over-achieving youth he had been before he met an Alpha wolf, a lone wolf that had turned him. He had returned to his hometown a new man, a new beast. It had been an easy feat to add members to his pack, starting with his high school best friend at his car repair shop before moving on to his customers.

Somewhere inside the house, Gavin heard successive thumps of running feet and then something getting knocked over. Rather than being disappointed, he had to smirk. The life of a werewolf was rough and tumble and they had to be ready for exuberance. Perhaps none of them were as excitable as his little brother, the one Gavin had taken so much care to slowly corrupt and warp into the life of a werewolf. A dull, deep, instinctual growl filled his throat as he thought about Shawn, but he had to suppress it as one of the movers rolled by with a stack of boxes.

Gavin turned and moved into the house, surveying the wide open living room, the kitchen at the back of the house, and then the dining room on the north end - the dining room that looked out onto the North Woods. Even from inside the house, the trees looked huge, robust, ancient. It was hard for Gavin to put his thumb on it, but it was those trees that had called to him and sealed the deal on choosing the house.

Part of it had been instinct, part of it had been tradition, but the part of Gavin that had once been a lone wolf felt it was time to move to new hunting grounds. Life had been good back home, but after turning nearly thirty wolves and expanding Levi's AutoRex repair shop to four locations, Gavin yearned for new opportunities and a bit more of a relaxed lifestyle... so they had started the search for their new home.

Thumps came as heavy feet ran down the steps, a huge figure bounding around the loop of the house before coming up behind Gavin. He had the same cinnamon toned skin, though his hair was a bit darker. His hair was worked up into a man bun on top with long hair on the back and the sides, and his thick, bushy beard hung down all the way to his belt buckle, gently tapering down to a wide point.

The early afternoon sun came in through the floor to ceiling windows that bordered two sides of the dining room, glistening off of Shawn's skin, showing off the robust tattoo sleeves he had. They showed off wolves, full moons, trees, skulls, waves and leaves. It was a complex pattern he'd been working on for a few years now. Gavin still thought of Shawn as his little brother, but he was the biggest little brother anyone ever had.

"How are you settling in?" Gavin asked. Shawn grinned, showing off canines that were a little too big for their own good.

"The main room's looking great. The movers didn't question putting the two king size beds together, and they fit in nice in the corner, they have a great view." Shawn said. Gavin nodded with approval, clapping his arm around his brother's broad, strong shoulders.

"This is the start of a good life my brother, our pack will prosper here, they will grow and thrive in ways they never have before." Gavin whispered, aware that the movers were still coming in and out. Shawn nodded, leaning his head on Gavin's shoulder, nuzzling him a bit. It had been meant as an affection, but as he smelled his brother's spicy musk, he couldn't help but shudder and growl, inhaling the scent deeper.

"I believe you brother." Shawn whispered. Gavin let out a soft growl of his own and patted Shawn on the shoulder.

"Soon enough we'll celebrate... Just a little longer." Gavin said. Shawn nodded at that before his eyes tinged gold for a moment, his head lifting up.

"Oh my god, I haven't even checked out the garage yet!" He said before he turned, darting back through the dining room to the living room, heading for the thick white door on the side. Gavin smirked and followed after, taking his time. While the forest had been the deciding factor for Gavin, he had other concerns for his pack as well. While the neighborhood had been quiet before, the previous owner had built a garage fit for a king. It had been some sort of workshop for them, but now it held four of the pack's finest cars and trucks.

Gavin stopped in the doorframe, looking out into the garage, admiring his pack as they worked. Levi worked on the Camaro, his black mohawk standing tall over his shaved skull. His black goatee grew straight out below his bottom lip before curving and sloping down, dropping below his sternum. While it was sculpted and groomed to be no more than a goatee, it was as big as the beard many humans would sport.

Working close to Levi was one of their first recruits. Rico had been one of Levi's customers, but after coming across Gavin he had been corrupted quickly. He was the shortest of the werewolves at five foot seven, but what he lacked in height, he made up for in brawn. He, too, sported a goatee but it was braided together into a long plait that hung down all the way to his navel. Even as a human, his ears held on to more of a point than they should have and he accented them with gauge piercings that he had worked up bigger and bigger over time.

"Hey, we unpacked any of the carnauba wax yet?" Another man asked from the far side of a big black truck. Paul was still a little bit of an enigma to Gavin. He had been a cowboy customer of Levi's, he had succumbed easily to Gavin's ways, and apparently his testosterone had been so strong that as a human he'd gone bald already, but as a wolf he had some of the thickest fur of any of them. What he lacked on his head, he made up for on his face, sporting a huge, bushy blond beard that was the closest to rival Gavin's.

"Nah, man, I think you're gonna have to get more creative." a smirk came from under the hood of an orange mustang. Reese had been Shawn's first convert, and he had grown to be the tallest of the wolves at six foot five. His hair was so red it was practically orange citrine, grown down to his shoulders and braided into a Viking plait. His shaggy beard came down to his collarbone and his neck, shoulders and arms were all covered in tattoos matching those that Shawn had - after all, he had started them first.

Gavin couldn't help but smile as he looked out at his pack. They were so strong, so manly, so perfect... and their lives had been getting better and better. They had, of course, added many more wolves to their extended pack. They had corrupted men to work for them, they had shifted trust fund kids that had funded their expansion and lifestyle, they had twisted men for their perversion and pleasure, but in the end it was these wolves that felt like family to Gavin.

Outside there was a rattle of metal as the door of the moving van was slid shut. Gavin squeezed past his wolves, giving Levi a slap on the ass as he passed, moving down the driveway towards the movers. Gavin grinned broadly, feeling the breeze on his hair and beard once again.

"All finished?" he asked. The mover nodded, readjusting his burgundy hat.

"All finished. How does it feel?" he asked with a smile, producing the tablet with the invoice. Gavin moved to sign it, grinning ear to ear.

"Feels like we're living the dream." Gavin said. The mover nodded with a smile and got in the van, joining his partner who had already been ready. Before long the van pulled away from the curb, used the neighbor's driveway to turn around and disappeared back into town.

Gavin stood in front of the house, feeling the breeze, listening to the rustling of leaves. His eyes drew back to the great forest. The air smelled so fresh and natural, it almost felt as if he was... lighter? Stronger? More alive? Perhaps this was something all werewolves felt. After all, he'd gone with his first alpha into the woods to mate and it felt great, but it had been some time since he'd plunged himself into the wilderness. Maybe here they'd be able to embrace their wild sides... Gavin liked the sound of that.

A sudden horn honk came from the garage and then a string of cursing. Gavin was shaken out of his reverie as he turned, moving back to intercept whatever squabble was likely to come. He smirked to himself, having a fair idea at what sort of activity could distract them from their infighting. With each step Gavin took, his ears grew more pointed, fur spreading over the back of them. His brow bone began to push out, his teeth sharpened into fangs and patches of soft brownish black fur began to sprout from his elbows, chest and knees.

****

Take out boxes sat on the kitchen table, the garbage can already over-full with the detritus associated with moving. The huge windows that spanned the house had all gone dark as night fell, leaving the job of illumination to the few lamps that the pack had set up. Ensuring priorities were served, the television had been one of the first things the boys had hooked up before retiring to their oversized sectional couch.

Animals froze on the television, sensing predators, trying not to be noticed, though it seemed that Shawn was the only one watching them. The close proximity of the pack mates had brought out more of Gavin's animal state. His claws were stuck out, his ears were wolfy and a tail ran along the crease of the couch between the cushions and the back. Levi had torn open Gavin's shirt and was sucking with contentment on his Alpha's fat, plump, pierced nipple.

With each wet slurp, Paul was whimpering more, the erection in his pants throbbing. He eventually grunted and crawled over Levi, eliciting a frustrated grunt before the cowboy came down and peeled back Gavin's shirt from the other side, getting a nipple for himself. He latched on, bobbing his head up and down, running a hand down to grope and rub at Gavin's most proud bulge.

The Alpha tipped his head back and growled in contentment, not only feeling the bearded men sucking off his chest, but feeling his own beard coming down over them like some kind of blanket. This was the life, but it wasn't quite enough. He reached down and grabbed Paul's hand, making him dig in. His claws caught in the fabric and started to cut through, working back and forth until it split out.

A pungent wave of musk wafted out as Gavin's manhood, or rather wolfhood, was revealed. After corrupting so many men and making so many wolves, it had been years since it had reverted to a human state. Now it was eternally changed; plump, fat, long, tapered and pointed. The flesh was as red as a pepper, a fat furry sheathe holding it when it wasn't in use. His balls were as big as grapefruit, always ready to offer more seed.

The smell filled the air quickly, eliciting Rico's attention. He slipped off the couch, dropping down to all fours. His ears pushed into points, his nose grew dark and moist and his jaw nearly dislocated as he opened it wide, a long tongue slathering out to lick and slurp up Gavin's length. Gavin growled, his mouth pushing out into a short muzzle as he grabbed Rico's head and pulled him down.

In moments the three men were savoring every bit of Gavin they could reach... but the Alpha knew he had more to give. He lifted his left arm up and draped it over the back of the couch, showing off his thick, furry pit. It had more hair than any human could manage, and all of it trapped his manly scent. Shawn blinked slowly, turning to face his brother, inhaling that smell that had twisted and corrupted him.

"Brother..." Shawn growled, starting to pant, his fangs pushing out.

"You know you want it." Gavin said, his face starting to snap and pop as it pushed out into a proper muzzle, fur spreading across his face and cheeks. Shawn lunged and nuzzled into that pit, rubbing it all over his face, getting it across his nose and chin and cheeks before he opened his mouth and started to lick... and lick... and lick. He let the smell saturate his mouth until he couldn't think anymore.

A clawed hand slashed across his pants, splitting out his own seams before he grabbed out his fat puppy prick. He tried to jerk it off, but in moments Reese was slinking beneath him, wrapping his lips around Shawn's cock, returning the favor to the wolf that had turned him. Shawn moaned, pumping his hips into Reese's mouth as he buried his face deeper into Gavin's pit.

The pack writhed and moved, getting so turned on. Paul grew jealous of Rico and slipped down, the two snarling a little before they both licked and nuzzled Gavin's cock, making out around the flesh. Levi slipped up higher to kiss his boyfriend, his husband, his mate and lover. He dragged his claws through Gavin's huge, thick beard, knowing how that drove him wild.

Gavin grunted hard before he grabbed Rico by the hair and Paul by the neck and pulled them back. They panted and drooled in need, grunting and falling to all fours on the floor... but they knew their duty and they knew to wait their turn. Levi pulled off of Gavin and turned, hiking up his own fluffy black tail, presenting his pucker. Gavin knocked Shawn and Reese back as he moved, lunging at Levi.

A gasp and a whimper escaped the mohawked mechanic's lips as he felt his ass skewered wide, but as Gavin started to thrust in and out, to build up speed, the other wolves closed around them. This time it was Levi who felt lips lock around his cock and his pit, Rico and Paul glad to put their mouths to work somewhere. Reese had gone to cuddle with Rico and nuzzle Levi's leg, leaving Shawn to satiate his hunger in other ways.

The young man's wavy hair brushed Gavin's leg as he slipped up behind him, nuzzling his knee, his thigh, then his tail. He took a deep whiff, taking in his brother's scent before he nuzzled between those muscled ass cheeks and began to lick. Gavin snarled a bit but relaxed, his tail resting over Shawn's head as Shawn licked from Gavin's furry wolf balls all the way to his tail hole.

Each thrust forced Levi to change more and more. He fell onto all fours, his hands turning into paws, his claws digging into the carpet. He huffed and puffed as his body grew, black fur spreading down his back and shoulders, then his arms and legs. His face distended, warping and stretching until he was a big black wolf with an unusual mane and a long trail of fluff hanging from his chin.

Gavin snarled more, his roar commanding the others to shift. Blond fur swept across Paul's bald scalp and shoulders. Rico's face shifted, Reese grew wider and broader as red fur sprouted. It took only moments for them to give in to his wishes, turning into the beastly wolves he longed for, the ones he craved. They were handsome, they were amazing, they were his... but it wasn't enough, somehow. They were still surrounded by things, by the fetters of mankind... but not for much longer.

The Alpha lifted his head, looking out of the pitch black windows. He knew the forest was just beyond, the trees dancing and swaying in the evening breeze. Nature was calling to them, and soon they would be nature's children. Just imagining that, imagining letting go, made him call out. He threw his head back and let out a howl as his knot bloated, locking him inside of Levi's ass as he came.

Most of the other wolves couldn't howl in turn, their mouths occupied, but they joined in with their alpha as they came. Semen splattered across the carpet, across each other and across themselves. The spicy, woody scent wafted into the air, forever marking the house as a wolf's den. This was their home and they would embrace their true selves beneath that roof.

****

Bright light shone through the windows of the shop, shining off of rows of rims, stacks of stereos, piles of paint and pictures of the successful AutoRex shops that preceded the current one. Gavin moved into the showroom, wiping grease off of his hands onto a towel. The garage was full of the sounds of life with the whirring of pneumatic tools and the revving of engines. Gavin came around the corner, catching an affectionate glance from their salesman.

Standing behind the counter was a six foot two, twenty four year old man. His dishwater blond hair was tousled, his cheeks were dominated by thick blond mutton chops, and every time he smiled there was just a hint of too many teeth. He leaned onto the counter just to get a little closer to Gavin.

"How's it hanging, boss?" He asked with a smile. Gavin moved over and reached up to pet one of the young man's chops before he leaned in and gave him a quick kiss.

"As heavy as ever, Tristan." Gavin replied with a smirk. He had to give the kid credit. They'd met years ago when Gavin was returning home from college in disgrace. Even with the weight of the situation, the eager and hungry eyes of a twink were too good to resist. He'd given the twink a belly full of cum and sent him on his way to become a werewolf, not realizing that he'd eventually track his Alpha back down.

The door to the garage opened and Levi moved in. His bare arms were a bit sunburned, a feat not easy for a werewolf to accomplish, but he had opted to wear nothing more than his blue sleeveless overalls. Gavin moved over and gave him a playful slap on the ass and a naughty grin. Levi responded with an affectionate growl.

"How's the pit crew doing?" Gavin asked, shamefully having to stick to business.

"Top marks. They passed their certification with flying colors. I'd say this shop is in good hands, right Tristan?" Levi asked. The blond wolf grinned at that.

"I know what I want in your hands." Tristan replied. Gavin rolled his eyes, but he was happy enough to oblige, moving around behind the counter. He reached out to give Tristan's ass a nice squeeze, feeling how pert and muscled it was.

"We should have a company barbecue sometime, get all the boys together for a whole huge stack of meat." Levi said.

"Among other things." Tristan replied, gazing up into Gavin's eyes. Gavin gave him a smile before leaning in for a quick, sloppy, possessive kiss. Tristan nearly melted against him before there was a ring at the door. Gavin broke the kiss and stretched a bit, making it look as if he had just been discussing something. Tristan blushed and put on his best smile, "Welcome to AutoRex, how can I help you?"

Gavin admired Tristan's tenacity, as well as the bulge he hid under the counter. Gavin reached over to give the tent a grope, causing Tristan to squeak a little before he continued talking to the customer. Gavin waved for Levi to follow him, and the two excused themselves from the shop. Outside, Shawn was sitting in the passenger seat of the Camaro, blasting heavy metal, throwing his head forward and back as his shag of cedar brown hair flew back and forth, his beard brushing against his chest.

Levi moved to hop into the driver's seat and Gavin slipped into the back. It wasn't the most dignified position for an Alpha, but he did have the luxury of making Shawn scoot all the way up so he could have enough leg room. Realizing his brother and Levi had returned, Shawn turned the music down and smiled at the others.

"How did it go?" Shawn asked.

"Perfect. Hard to think I started in the pit as a high school dropout and now we own four of these places... I mean, fuck, we even had a float in the Starlight parade last year!" Levi chuckled.

"The neon light up wolves were a bit on the nose." Gavin said.

"Hey, we're a bit famous for being manly men. I mean, that's how we got Declan. He was tired of places making him shave if he wanted the job." Levi said.

"I know I live my life mostly for pleasure, but there's a bit of accomplishment in the fact that we've helped this franchise to grow and prosper. We have an extended family of wolves, we've secured some comfort for ourselves..." Gavin said.

"And if AutoRex is the king of car customization, you're the king's king." Levi said. Gavin nodded at that, leaning up for a fuzzy kiss between the seats before Levi pulled out, heading back home.

"How many more checks do you have left?" Shawn asked.

"If we split the duty, just two more. We have to go back to the Northcrest store." Levi said. Gavin leaned back in the back seat, spreading out his arms across the cushions, thinking about what it meant to be the king's king... and smiling.

****

The sound of the shower echoed out of the bathroom even with the door mostly shut, steam crawling out along the ceiling. Gavin glanced up from the bed, looking at the steam, realizing that they would likely have to invest in a better fan for the bathroom. Still, if anyone could renovate the house, it was going to be his pack. Gavin set his tablet down and looked at the mostly shut door.

"Do you think we should show our parents the house?" Gavin asked after a moment.

"Are you kidding, they need to see it! They'll be so proud of us." Shawn replied from inside. Gavin shrugged.

"We'll need to be on our best behavior again. It was hard when they were in the same town. That was one of the reasons I wanted to move." Gavin said. The sound of the shower stopped, the spigot squeaking as Shawn turned it off. He appeared a moment later with a huge towel, trying to soak the water from his beard. Fresh out of the shower, Shawn looked even more like Gavin with his hair down.

"If you don't take control of the situation, it'll take control of you." Shawn said sagely.

"Meaning that they'll come on their own and surprise us, and it won't be on our terms... You're probably right." Gavin sighed. Shawn moved over and dropped the towel, climbing into the over-sized bed. He made his way over and slunk down against Gavin's left side, finding a cozy spot against his brother's shoulder.

"They were amazed at how well you turned your life around after that college fiasco, and that you managed to make not one but several good business decisions with your high school friend. They even accepted that you were gay, even if they thought it was just Levi." Shawn smirked. Gavin grinned and reached down, his hand finding Shawn's sheath to give it a squeeze and a grope.

"They'd go insane if they knew the truth." Gavin admitted.

"All they need to know is that we're happy, successful, and doing fine." Shawn said, rolling over so his sheath was pressed against Gavin's. Shawn blushed a bit, realizing that his big brother really was bigger in a lot of ways still. Gavin gazed down at his brother with love, lust, and respect. They had surpassed their humanity in a lot of ways, achieving levels of masculinity that were unparalleled. His little brother had a beard that would be the envy of pirates and lumberjacks alike, and it was nothing compared to how dense and thick his own was.

"I'm happy... I'm successful..." Gavin growled before he grabbed Shawn's head, tangling his fingers in his brother's hair, forcing him in for a kiss. Shawn didn't resist, his hands digging into the fur on Gavin's chest, raking back and forth as his claws pushed in. Their lips tangled, their tongues wrestled and soon Gavin's cock was oozing out of its sheath, spreading sticky pre up Shawn's stomach.

Shawn started to slink down instinctively since his brother usually liked being sucked off most, but Gavin shook his head and pulled Shawn up instead. Getting the idea, Shawn straddled Gavin's ribs, bringing his knees to his brother's pits as he rested his pert, muscled ass on Gavin's stomach. Gavin licked his lips, feeling his wolf cock slink out longer and longer, emerging from its cocoon, glistening with slick wolf sauce before the tip found its mark.

Gavin started to slide into his brother with no effort at first, but it became too irresistible. He gave it a thrust and started to slide in. Shawn shuddered and moaned, holding onto Gavin with his knees, feeling himself taken by his big brother. Gavin worked harder and faster, sliding in more, thrusting and thrusting. The big bed started to lurch and Gavin only worked harder. His brow furrowed, the bone pushing out a little. His ears stretched, fur crept up around his face more. He panted, then bore his fangs, growling and snarling.

It had been a steady thing to turn his brother, to bring him around to the ways of the werewolf. It had been almost painfully slow, but in the end it had worked. His brother had been drawn to him, yearned for him, and yet retained everything that made him special. He was still himself; energetic, curious, eager, compassionate. Their brotherly love had blossomed into something more profound, something deeper. Even if much of the world couldn't understand them, they knew each other in a way no lover could. They were connected on countless levels, and their love evolved.

"Gav... Deeper, give it all to me!" Shawn begged.

"You slut, I love you." Gavin growled back. Shawn panted harder, digging his claws into Gavin's shoulders.

"I'm only a slut because you made me a slut." He groaned.

"You were a slut before that and you know it... You couldn't get enough of my cum protein shakes!" Gavin moaned, howling as he thrust in further, Shawn's stomach starting to distend around the point of Gavin's cock.

"If I'm a slut for anything, it's your pits!" Shawn moaned before he drove his head down, squeezing it under Gavin's arm as much as he could. He inhaled, filling his lungs with the aroma before he licked and bit. Gavin yelped in surprise but moaned, letting out a bit of his load. Shawn always had the capacity to surprise him, but he had to get the last laugh. He drove in deep and pulled back just enough to slam in again, grinding more than he thrust.

The friction built, and so too did Gavin's knot. It bloated in Shawn's ass until it stretched his pucker wide. Gavin moved, but every thrust and every grind just yanked Shawn around with it. They were good and truly bonded. He brought his arm down, pinning Shawn under his arm in a sort of headlock.

Shawn squirmed and moaned, his voice muffled under his brother's meaty arm. The younger wolf started to cum uncontrollably all over Gavin's chest, soaking his furry patch with it. Gavin merely groaned, keeping his brother trapped under his arm as his huge, bloated, knotted wolf cock started to send in jet after jet of alpha cum. Gavin laid back in bed, feeling his brother wriggle and fight his desires as they both came and came, washed over with the lust that only two brothers - two werewolf brothers - could embrace.

****

Sunlight streamed down through the canopy in the trees, lighting the path in interspersed columns. Leaves crunched beneath bare feet as the pack ventured into the woods for the first time. Aside from wanting to have fresh hunting grounds, one of the reasons the pack had moved was to ensure a work life balance that suited them. Having multiple chains required some oversight, but with each AutoRex staffed with loyal wolves, it meant that their time was their own - especially on weekends.

Shawn and Reese had gone ahead to scout and make sure everything was alright, and as they returned, Gavin knew that the forest was truly theirs. Their shoes had been discarded, their socks, and then their shirts. As they walked, Gavin couldn't help but drink in the shape of the wolves he had turned. Some, like him, had been having a harder time hiding their wolf sides. Rico was among the most changed. Fur sprouted up all around his waistband, a thick patch covering his chest and his back was far hairier than it should have been.

Even as a werewolf, Paul seemed sunburned most of the time. His chest was covered with blond fur as well, ending just at the edge of his fat, pierced nipples. With each step he took, the rings wobbled, keeping him erect and ready for action. Reese shook his head as his wolf ears came out and a red tail descended down behind him. Gavin's heart was picking up speed, finding it harder and harder to resist, but they weren't that deep yet.

"I think there's a creek down this way." Shawn said, sniffing the air. He pushed through some brush and moved down a slope, the rest of the pack following after. There was a power to their movements, to their numbers. Gavin loved it, though he also knew these were city wolves. They'd been turned in the concrete jungle and the forest was something they hadn't been exposed to much.

In the wilderness, their scent wafted on the wind, scattered. Gavin watched the boys drift, one after another down toward the creek. He moved to follow, but a different wind caught his senses. He turned, his eyes shifting yellow before they locked on a dark grove beneath the arched boughs of a row of trees. No light was making it through, the interior seeming almost like night. The leaves were bleached to the color of sand and snow and no leaves grew on the branches. It was like an archway to another world, a hungry world, a world that needed something from him.

As Gavin gazed into the darkness, he felt it gazing back at him. His yellow eyes started to tint red, first with flecks and then the rest of his eyes. His claws ached, his feet throbbed, and his erection started to drool. He took a step, then another before he felt something latch around his arm. Birds called out as they took flight and Gavin realized he hadn't been hearing anything other than his heartbeat for the last few moments.

"Are you okay?" Levi asked, looking up at Gavin. Gavin looked back at his friend and nodded.

"Yeah, just lost in thought." He replied.

"Well, you might want to catch up. It wasn't just a stream, it was a pond and the boys are stripping down already. Come on." Levi said, pulling on Gavin's arm. He grinned and followed after, feeling warmer with each step as his smile returned.

As he broke through the brush, it became apparent just how much he had missed. The pond was about the size of a backyard pool, grasses and lily pads clinging to the sides. The boys had cast their clothing aside and gone hog wild. Their tails were out, their paw pads were swollen and the whole area was starting to smell like wet dog. But the beauty of that was that they could just shake the water off and move on.

Gavin stepped forward and started to wade into the water, feeling it slosh back and forth. He realized that Shawn had started to fuck Paul, riding the cowboy, sliding in and out and in and out before he bit onto the bald man's neck. Paul hissed and growled as his ears came out, but soon he was drooling as he felt the knot plump in his ass. Rico was distracted doing the backstroke, sloshing from one end of the pond to the other.

"Isn't this amazing, Gavin?" Reese asked, crossing his arms behind his back as he leaned against a rock, showing off his tattoos and his red pit hair. Gavin sniffed the air, admiring how the young man's musk was coming along. Before long he'd be able to woo and sway men with just his aroma. He was a very powerful wolf indeed.

"It is... A little slice of heaven, just like you." Gavin said, moving over. He curled a bit of Reese's beard in his hand to get a good grip and leaned in for a kiss, sucking on his bottom lip before kissing him deeper. Their tongues tangled, their bodies pressed, and wet patches of fur rubbed together. Gavin's always-plump, always hard wolf cock found a partner beneath the surface of the water. As they pressed their bodies together, they rubbed harder and humped, grinding with all they had to offer, grunting and huffing until they both came, ejecting thick ropes of werewolf spooge.

The globs floated on the surface of the water, spreading out in a light sheen. It was doubtful any humans would come that far, but if they did, they would be in for a bit of a surprise. Soon Paul was howling too as he came, adding to the mix. Gavin broke his kiss with Reese and turned, grabbing Levi. The mechanic's lips found his master's and their tongues tangled with well practiced ease. While both dreamed of going back and doing things different in high school, there wasn't a single act now that they regretted... except, perhaps, for Gavin not learning what was on the other side of the dark arch.

****

The gentle growl of the dishwasher came in rolling waves as the machine did its best to break down the aftermath of a pack's breakfast. The air still held hints of the feast they had gorged on so early in the morning. Bacon and sausage had only been the start before leading into pieces of ham, turkey legs, piles of eggs and sausage patties. The pack had eaten like kings, but then they did most mornings.

Levi and Paul had gone to check on the local AutoRex while Shawn, Rico and Reese had gone to check in on the other branches. Once again it left Gavin at home, sipping his coffee, looking out of the dining room windows at the forest beyond. More and more of the leaves had turned, taking on shades of gold, ruby and citrine. The colors whirled and danced, leaves drifting to the forest floor.

Gavin stared out into the woods, unable to turn away. It was almost as if the forest was breathing... In and out, in and out, a living breathing creature more immense than anything he could have ever pictured. Gavin slowly set his coffee cup down and stood up, moving to the side door before stepping out onto the porch. Once again he listened, closing his eyes.

The breeze grew steadily, washing over his hair and beard. He could hear leaves twirling, he could hear branches rubbing, he could feel the movement and the life that inhabited the forest. His heart sped up, he breathed a little deeper, he stood there, his chest rising and rising, filling out more and more and growing - until he let out a soft snarl, showing off his fangs.

Gavin was a little surprised. He hadn't lost control like that in a long while, and for what? White noise that any speaker might play. He shook his head, trying to reign in his senses. What was it about the forest that had such a strong pull? What was it that had made him put down roots here, that drew at him like a magnet? What was it about this forest that called out to him? Gavin shook off the feelings and moved back into the house. He was the Alpha, he was in command of his own body... he had to be.

****

Days had ticked by - minute by minute and second by second. Gavin was starting to worry that the early retirement that he had been so eager to obtain had unintended consequences. The pack was settling into their new lives, but Levi was the brains behind the actual business side of things. The boys were away making sure everything was working and it left Gavin to his own devices.

He had started the day by doing chores. He hated doing chores, it felt so contrary to being an Alpha, being a beast, but it wasn't like there was anything better to do. By eleven in the morning he'd done everything, and it was still going to be a few hours until the pack returned home. Gavin had tried to nap, but he couldn't fall asleep. He'd tried to read, he'd tried to work on the cars, but nothing held his attention - nothing except the forest.

Eventually he had gone out on the porch just to look at it, but there wasn't anything one could tell just from the edge of the forest, so he had gone for a little walk. He hadn't expected it to take very long or to go very deep, but the forest was so beautiful during the day. The sunlight came through the canopy in pinpricks like stars, and each pile of leaves was a constellation of its own.

Gavin couldn't help but smile in the forest. He could smell deer, rabbits, raccoons and all other manner of animals. This was his land, his people, his nature... but he still felt that there was a mystery lurking, something waiting, something... calling to him. Before Gavin knew it, he was standing before the arched branches.

The wind came and went like waves on an ocean, rustling through the changing leaves. It was impossible not to think of how the changing time for the forest was like the changing time for him. They had grown and matured, they had found a new place in life. There was so much change, so much that was new, so much less of what had been. Gavin breathed in time with the forest, feeling his heart rate change. This time it slowed down, relaxing rather than amping up. It was as if this was part of him, as if he was part of nature.

Gavin looked back at the dark pathway, seeing how the vines and branches had grown together over the years. The ivy roots were as thick as the tree arches, the little filaments anchoring into the wood for support and for life, the one providing the bones for the other. The tunnel was dark and lightless, the leaves that had gone inside bleached of color, but it also felt clean and pure. There was nothing but the branches and the leaves.

A foot moved forward, then another. Gavin was moving before he expected. His feet crunched into the leaves, bits of dried plant material clinging to his legs. The wind died away almost to nothing, a stillness sweeping in around him. Gavin moved through, the branches tight enough that the passage seemed barely larger than he was.

Some small part in the back of his mind spoke in warnings to him. This was foolish, this was risky. No one knew he was there or what he was doing... but he was an alpha, a werewolf, an apex predator. What could happen to him there that he couldn't heal from? This was his domain and he would not feel scared. Gavin ducked his head down under one last branch before he stepped out into a clearing - or at least something large enough to be a clearing if it had not been covered over by the canopy.

The grove was as large as the lower floor of his house, the forest floor smooth and even other than a few tree roots that snaked their way across. A blanket of leaves had fallen over the years, never blown away or worn down by the weather. The edges of the clearing seemed almost curved, like this was some dome or cathedral... but all of it, all of the splendid nature fell back into the ephemera when Gavin looked at the object, the creation, the living organic structure at the center of the clearing.

At the perfect center of the clearing was a sort of chair. It was formed out of gnarled, twisted roots and branches. The frame seemed to be the oldest, the bark dusty and dry, grayish black in color. The seat was newer, lighter brown with little ivy leaves sticking up, and the back was the newest of all. Young, verdant green vines had worked their way up one another, wrapping over it all. Spirals of younger ivy curved up the legs and the arms.

It wasn't quite perfect, though. The right arm was bigger and lumpier than the left. The wood had knots in it and stray twigs. It was clearly grown rather than forged, but at the same time it was without a doubt... a throne. Gavin stood there, dumbfounded, unable to understand how such a thing, how such an area could come to be. Was this some kind of prank? Some experiment? Had someone spent their entire life training these plants to do that like bonsai on a macroscopic scale?

"That fucker is huge..." Gavin blurted after a moment. He hadn't realized it until he thought about bonsai on a massive scale, but the throne was far bigger than any chair. It rose up almost seven feet high and the seat had to be almost four feet wide. It was big enough to make Gavin feel small, and that was something he hadn't felt in some time.

Gavin stood there, coming back into his own senses. He had found what had been calling to him, he had found the heart of the wilderness, he had found the Forest Throne... What was supposed to happen came naturally, what creature wouldn't sit in it? But something felt off, something felt dark, something felt different. Gavin swallowed and stared. Somewhere beyond the glade he could hear the wind, the leaves rustling, the passage of time. Whatever this was, it was apart and different, distinct, ancient. Gavin didn't feel right about it, not alone, not without anyone knowing where he was.

As Gavin turned to leave, his foot caught one of the tree roots that snaked through the glade. He tripped and fell, landing in the leaves. He tried to push up, but his hand had slid under a vine. Gavin grunted, letting out a huff. His hot breath kicked up dust, getting bits of crushed leaves and moss in his big bushy beard.

The Alpha thrust himself upwards, snapping through the vine before he pushed out the way he had come, ducking under the branches as his hair got caught on a few of the twigs. He came out of the archway panting, nearly hyperventilating. It was only then that he realized just how torn his clothes had become... His pants, his shirt. He had cuts on his arms, but his arm hair was thicker than it had been, masking the damage. His claws were out and his feet were covered in fur. He reached up to feel his mouth, realizing it had swollen. His teeth were sharp fangs. Even his brow ridge had swollen.

Gavin turned around to look back at the archway. Whatever that place had been, it called out to the animal in him. It spoke to the beast and tried to call him home to claim his rightful palace on the forest throne. Gavin shook off his feelings and started moving back toward the house, jumping when his cell phone went off. He fumbled for it, his claws nearly piercing the glass on the screen as he accepted the call and lifted it to his pointed ears.

"Hello?" Gavin asked.

"Yo, bro! I've been trying to get you for ages. Did you go out of area or something?" Shawn asked. Gavin swallowed a bit, concentrating to try and refocus himself. His ears began to retract to mostly normal.

"I found a dead zone I guess...Phones don't work in the forest." Gavin muttered, seeing his house up ahead.

"That sucks. I guess we were already at the edge of town, but what if some hikers got lost or something?" Shawn asked.

"Maybe we should take it up with the city council." Gavin smirked, feeling some of his brevity and humor return.

"Well, we just wanted to know what kind of meat you wanted us to bring back. We've got some exotic options... Buffalo and ostrich. This farm's got a good deal on it." Shawn grinned.

"Get both, we've got enough in our budget." Gavin smirked.

"I love the way you think. We're going to eat like kings tonight! Well, unusual kings. I mean, what king has ostriches and buffalo?" Shawn smirked.

"I... love you brother." Gavin said, surprising himself a bit. Of course he loved his brother, but the way he had said it was more insistent, more urgent, more private. Shawn was quiet on the other end, hearing the need in his brother's voice.

"I love you too, Gav." Shawn replied, knowing it wasn't an appropriate time to make jokes or give him a hard time. Shawn swallowed a bit, "We'll be home soon, okay?" Shawn said almost as a plea for Gavin to be there.

"Alright. I'll try to get the place ready for you." Gavin replied, though honestly there wasn't much to do than put away the dishes. Still, there was a comfort in knowing his pack was on its way back and soon they would be together again. Gavin hung up the phone and returned it to his pocket, feeling almost human by the time his bare feet touched down on the sidewalk in front of their house.

****

A faint skittering sound came as leaves kicked up the driveway on a soft breeze, sliding across the smooth cement to collect between the custom tires in the garage. Levi had been trying to work on the Camaro, tricking it out even more, but he was finding it harder and harder to think. He wiped the sweat from his brow, feeling the bones above his eyes a bit swollen, his fingers rough as patches of hair came in thick at the knuckles before spreading across the back of his hand.

His breath was hot as he breathed in and out, harder and harder, feeling the breeze blow across his body. The burns on his arms had started to heal a little, but they still stung from the wind. There was pain and pleasure mixed, sending all sorts of signals to his brain before it was finally too much.

Clawed hands tore open his overalls, revealing his furry chest. He drew the zipper down all the way to his furry balls, his fat sheath popping out. He grabbed onto it and squeezed it and stroked it, loving how it felt, loving how animal and other and unique it was. He snarled and panted before a gush of pre came out, his pointed dog dick emerging slowly.

Levi took great care to circle his fingers around it, stroking it back and forth, encouraging and coaxing it to emerge. Before long all twelve inches had slipped out. The rod pulsed with the beats of his heart. He started to stroke harder and faster, working it. He grunted as his fingers stung, his sharp fingernails turning as black as night, stretching out, curving into wicked points.

A hiss escaped Levi's lips as he felt his fangs grow, his tongue lengthen, slipping out of his lips... and soon his face was on fire. He panted hard, feeling his breath play against his bushy black mustache as it got thicker, longer, fuller. The sides dropped down in thick rivulets on either side of his mouth, resting against the already robust and over-full growth that stuck out below his lower lip before curving down.

With each beat of his heart, with each thrust of his cock, with each breath, his beard was pushing out centimeter by centimeter, dropping down lower, longer, thicker, fuller. It crept up higher on his cheeks, claiming more and more territory. Even his well groomed mohawk started to get shaggier and uneven, grow out filling in on either side of the crest. It was rough, black, full, and it soon connected to his beard.

Even Levi's eyebrows got thicker and fuller, pronounced on the swelling brow bone. He thrust his hand up and down furiously on his rod before adding a second, but even the two didn't seem enough. He craned his head forward, his longer-than-normal tongue stretching out, slapping the pointed tip of his cock. As if encouraged by the contact, his shaft started to stretch and elongate, pushing out toward his mouth.

At first it was just an inch, but then three came, then five more. He plunged his furry face down around his cock and started to suck and slurp and tease the tip with his tongue before he came suddenly, violently, and more than he ever had before. He tried to gulp it all down greedily, but he shuddered as his thick, sticky cum began running into his beard, soaking into it, marinating it in musk and manliness. Levi growled at that, his eyes flashing from yellow to red, lost in the pure lust of his animal nature.

****

Rapid clicking came from the buttons of the controllers as Shawn and Reese played, watching their avatars run across a lunar landscape toward a distant installation. It seemed like it was taking forever, and every few yards there would be a plume of dust rising up as monsters rose to challenge them. Shawn gritted his teeth, fighting with intensity, but Reese was giving it everything he had.

The controller trembled in his hand as he worked, his fingernails darkening, curving and thickening into claws. His ears pushed into points, his eyebrows swelled a little. He huffed through a mouth of fangs and it was getting harder and harder to think. All he wanted to do was fight. Even his shirt was getting tighter and tighter until a popping came from one of the buttons as it shot out across the floor. Shawn paused the button and turned, looking at his friend.

"Dude, are you alright?" Shawn asked. Reese shook his head.

"No, I'm not! The fucking crawlers keep coming at us even though we're low health. I want to just rip them to shreds!" Reese said as he stood up, grunting and then roaring. Two more buttons popped off his shirt as his pectorals got fatter, rounding outward, his nipples broadening.

"Bro, it's just a video game..." Shawn said, looking at Reese, watching his eyes turn golden as his arms thickened. With his shirt torn up, he could see new red hair growing under his arms, coming in thick and long.

"I'm sorry, I don't know... what came over me. I'm just..." Reese murmured. Shawn nodded, moving up, resting his hand on Reese's swollen pec.

"It's okay, I get it." Shawn said. Reese looked into Shawn's creamy brown eyes, looking at the man that had changed his life forever. Long ago he'd been the wrestling captain until Shawn bulked up with the power of a wolf. A slight grin crossed Reese's mouth before he grabbed Shawn and threw him to the carpet.

Shawn let out a grunt of surprise, but as he felt Reese come down on him, he started to realize what was going on. Reese was letting off steam, boys being boys. He wasn't going to give him an easy victory. The two grasped and grappled at one another, grunting and growling. Reese asserted his new strength, but Shawn's body grew to match. The two rolled one way, then the other, rolling over the game console and hitting the living room table.

Reese grinned, showing off his fangs but as Shawn growled, his fangs grew as well. He grabbed onto his red headed convert and pushed him down, holding him. With each breath, Shawn's chest grew. Each time he exhaled, it didn't drop back down. His chest expanded, his arms thickened, his legs tightened and his ass grew rounder. As much as Shawn wanted to win, he wanted something more.

Shawn's lips came down and he bit into Reese's shoulder where he had bitten him years ago, the spot where he had changed him from a human to a werewolf. As Shawn held his fangs in the flesh, he felt his face throb and his loins fill. New hairs started to sprout just above Shawn's beard line as his beard grew in a little thicker, a little longer. His hair had gotten messy in their wrestling, but it got even messier as it grew out a little more.

Reese didn't dare fight against the man, the male that had turned him. He let the bite stay, remaining against Shawn, but even in his act of submission he had grown taller, stronger and thicker. It was more than just boys being boys. Something was stimulating them, drawing out their instincts, making them wilder... and Reese embraced the change.

****

Gavin yawned a bit as he moved out into the back yard, feeling the soft willowy grass beneath his feet. He looked out at the forest, though he hesitated, his eyes drawing instead to Paul. The cowboy stood in the back yard with his shirt off, his beard blowing in the soft breeze, glistening with sweat as he worked with resistance bands. He'd been working out all morning, and it seemed to be working.

As Gavin approached, it was easy to see how much fuller his muscles had gotten. He'd been one of the leaner wolves for years, but he was taking on a definite V-shape as he pulled out. Each step Gavin took, he heard more grunts, growls and groans. Gavin reached out to pat the base of Paul's spine in appreciation.

"You've been out here for quite a while; you want to take a rest or something?" Gavin asked. When Paul turned, he was panting through a mouth full of nothing but fangs. His brows were swollen, his ears pointed, a scruff of fur starting to come in across the top of his otherwise bald head. Paul let out one more snarl before he let go of the resistance band and lunged, knocking Gavin to the ground.

Gavin landed with a thud, surprised and stunned before he had a bearded kiss pressing in at him, and soon felt a hot, slick, wet, hot canine cock pushing into the fly of his pants. Gavin reached down to help, slicing open his jeans, letting his thick bush and his plump sheath out. Gavin was stunned, but that didn't keep him from playing along.

He grabbed onto Paul's head, feeling the fur grow in like bushy hair. He kissed and pressed, their beards meshing together as they embraced. Before long their cocks were aligned, the two humping and grinding. Paul snarled and growled, humping with need, but Gavin was getting into it more and more too.

With a roar of dominance, he rolled, pinning Paul to the grass before he came down to kiss him as well, humping hard and fast. Gavin snarled, feeling caught up in the moment as his shirt got tighter and tighter. His biceps grew, his triceps swelled and even his pecs were filling out more. What Paul had worked at with exercise, Gavin gained by proxy. His body knew he was the Alpha. He had to be the biggest, the baddest, the horniest.

Gavin broke the kiss and brought his face down to bite Paul's neck. As the blond wolf howled out, both men came, spraying each other down with their corrupted spunk. Paul's eyes slowly returned to normal and he was left there panting, gasping for breath, his heart racing faster than he could imagine. He felt the hot, slick of the semen rolling across his lap before drizzling down either side of his hips to the lawn below.

He looked up at Gavin, not fully understanding what had just happened, but loving every minute of it. Something had just come over him, an urge to workout, a need to get bigger and stronger. If this was his reward, it was a workout routine he was going to be more than happy to take part in. Paul leaned up and kissed Gavin's beard and shoulder and arm, even while his own wound knitted back together.

****

Shawn's eyes opened slowly, not sure why he had woken up so early at first. He could feel the weight of the other wolves in the bed, but they were gyrating, moving. He turned his head to look at the clock and got a mere glance of it before his face filled with furry red balls. Shawn murmured and grunted as Reese came down on his face, grinding and rubbing. Shawn normally wouldn't object, but he pulled back to get some air first when he felt a rain of hot, thick sticky cum coming down across his face and chest.

It seemed that there had been an impromptu orgy in the middle of the night, originating from Rico of all people. He sat in the center of the bed, double fisting his swollen cock, heaving with breath as his face popped and snapped and pushed out into a muzzle, fur sweeping across his body. The others were already hard at it and Shawn had to blink his eyes, noticing how different they all seemed.

Rico had always been the closest to his animal self, turned so quickly and forcefully by Gavin and Levi. If anything, he was a bit of a pack pet, though he was still clearly sentient. But it wasn't just Rico, they all seemed a little different. Paul was fuzzier, Levi hairier, Reese bigger, and the room was soaked with the scent of all of them stronger than it ever had been before.

Gavin had been woken up by the sudden musk and heat as well, but he was kind enough to oblige his men. He crawled over behind Rico and slid up, rubbing his hard, thick cock against Rico's ass cheeks as they pushed apart and his tail grew in.

Gavin had to admit he was a little surprised. They'd been having a lot more sex than usual, at least several times a day, but the thirsts his wolves were having were only growing stronger. Maybe it was part of getting older? Maybe the sex drive in werewolves just got stronger and stronger with age? Gavin grinned a bit, not entirely disappointed with the idea of being a mature stud... but at the moment he had work to do.

Fangs came down into Rico's shoulder. Showing him who was in charge. Rico squirmed and howled, his tail flapping around as Reese moved to suck the werewolf off. Rico moved and thrust and ground, shivering as he felt inch after inch of his Alpha's cock sliding into his body. In moments Gavin had found Rico's prostate and targeted it to send wave after wave of pleasure until the fuzzy black werewolf came again, this time down Reese's throat.

Gavin hissed in delight and relief as he came again, glad that after so many encounters during the day that he still had more to give. After giving Rico a few more thrusts for good measure, he eventually pulled out, lying back in bed. He spread out, letting Paul cuddle up on one side and Levi on the other.

Shawn had been late to the party, but seeing his brother's hard, cum soaked dick was tantalizing enough that he crawled down and started to lap up the seed, sucking his brother clean before curling up and using his plump, furry balls as a pillow. Gavin reached down to pet Shawn's hair affectionately, glad that his brother was always looking out for him.

****

One of the benefits of owning a house with a wrap around porch was that it offered plenty of room for activities. With the AutoRex in good shape, the pack had spent more time at home than usual and Gavin had decided they would start having more meals on the back porch. It had turned out to be a good idea given the fact that it would take a hose to clean up after them.

Gavin wasn't exactly sure, but he couldn't remember any of them taking a shower since Shawn had days earlier. They'd worked off of impulse, becoming sweatier, shaggier, more unkempt. Gavin had felt the same way, feeling his hair creeping down toward his waist, his beard getting caught in his belt once when he tried to put it on. Even his shirts felt tight, so much so that he wanted to tear it from his body and cast it aside like an animal - like the animals his pack seemed to be.

Teeth tore through meat, mouths gnashed through vegetables, claws ripped wings and ribs from the beasts they had cooked for their meal and bits fell to the table, the deck, and got stuck in the pack's thick burly beards. The wet, sloppy, hungry, greedy sounds of eating had turned Gavin on a bit. Even their eyes were stuck in their golden state, their brow bones swollen. Whatever had gotten into them wasn't going away any time soon.

Gavin leaned over to try and give Levi a kiss, but instead nearly got bit before his boyfriend realized what was happening and gave him a peck. Gavin was surprised and oddly turned on. He reached over to grope Levi as he ate, feeling how full and fat his bulge was. There was little doubt that they were ready to have more fun, but... somehow it didn't seem right to do it in the house again. They had moved for a reason.

"I think... we should go camping." Gavin said, breaking the relative silence.

"Camping?" Shawn asked, his voice muffled by the amount of mashed potatoes he had crammed in at once.

"Well, sort of. I mean, we're wolves. We should take advantage. We have the forest right there... Why not spend the weekend by going into the forest? We can hunt, we can rut, we can sleep, we can run." Gavin said.

"That sounds amazing..." Rico growled happily, "Especially the rutting."

"I think the hunting will be fun too." Reese said, salivating at the idea of getting more meat.

"We'll set out at sunset, start a real adventure." Gavin said. The wolves gave short howls of agreement before tearing back into their food. Gavin felt his heart racing at the idea as he looked up from the table, his eyes drawn back to the forest. It had reached out to welcome them all. Maybe it was time to accept the invitation.

****

For many the idea of spending a weekend in the forest would have brought with it preparation and planning, but for Gavin's pack it had come with a hasty session of tearing off one another's clothes, tossing them into the garage, and then sprinting across the grassy lawn for the tree line stark naked. The pack broke through the forest like wild animals, running and lunging, dropping down to all fours in parts.

Gavin couldn't help but enjoy their enthusiasm, not to mention their fit, naked bodies. The wind swirled around them all, kicking up leaves. Gavin could smell the forest. He could smell the dirt, the leaves, the moss and the mulch. It was a part of him and it stretched back to a time more ancient than humans. Gavin licked his lips, looking at his brother, at his boys, at his pack. They were starting to embrace the forest, but there was still more to give.

The sun had started to set, casting colors of flames across the skies above. Beneath the canopy all of that became a fiery orange glow that radiated through and hung in the air like magic. After fighting it, after resisting, after pulling back... It finally felt right to Gavin. He walked tall and with purpose, stopping just long enough to reach out and rub the scruff between Rico's wolfen ears. It wasn't time to fight the forest any longer.

A new smell hit the air, an acrid, sharp, almost alkaline smell. Gavin sniffed at the air a little before he realized all he could think of was his brother. Turning his head, sure enough, it was Shawn who had stopped by a tree to let loose. He sighed with relief as he peed, the yellow stream splashing off of the rough bark of one of the trees, leaving his scent behind.

"You couldn't do that before we left?" Reese smirked.

"We're in nature now, we do what's natural. Besides, are you going to let him claim all the trees for himself?" Gavin asked. Shawn's eyes widened in surprise as Reese went to mark a different tree. Gavin smirked. It might take a little work, but he was confident he could help his pack feel the embrace of nature.

****

The hooting of owls cut through the night, catching the ears of the wolves without distracting them from their activities. Even the owls grew silent as the sound of breaking branches came through the trees, followed by the grunts and growls of wolves sparring with one another. An old rivalry had broken out between Shawn and Reese, the two scrapping at one another. Claws were out, but the injuries were a little limited thanks to their tougher skin and hair.

Reese grabbed onto Shawn, used some leverage and flipped him - but to everyone's surprise, even Reese, Shawn caught a tree stump with his foot and arched his back before pushing in counter force. Reese toppled and Shawn came down on top of him. The two rolled through the leaves and twigs, snarling and biting until they came to an abrupt stop at Gavin's feet.

"Have you had enough?" Gavin asked to break the silence. Shawn gave a growl as a response before playfully biting Reese's neck. Reese yelped and went into submission, submitting the chain of command once again. Shawn was apparently satisfied and rolled onto his back, panting softly. Without all the sound from their wrestling match, the night sounds of the forest came in around them.

Crickets chirped, owls hooted, raccoons rustled and... something else pushed through the trees. Whatever it was, it was bigger than a raccoon. Rico's ears were the first to stick up, his nostrils flaring as he sniffed the air.

Soon enough, Gavin smelled it too. Without even being able to process the scent, his stomach started to growl and roar in defiance. How long had it been since they had eaten? How many calories had they burned fucking and fighting? They'd raveled almost the entire span of the forest and only now were they starting to feel the true, carnal urges to eat and hunt. Gavin watched the golden eyes of his pack look around before they found their target one by one.

The sounds were several yards away, but the smell was getting more potent as the wind carried toward them. Paul rolled onto his knees and got up, crouching as he moved along before he stopped, looking down at some tracks. He grinned, showing off his fangs as he turned to his brothers and nodded, signaling for them to follow. He moved out in front with Rico falling in behind him, then Levi. Gavin moved to pull Shawn up off the ground, then Reese, moving with his pack until he made it to the tracks.

Pressed into the dirt, barely visible amid the leaves and the roots was a clear imprint of a hoof. They were chasing a boar, a wild hog... Fat, succulent, wild and dangerous. Gavin's stomach nearly growled so loudly that their quarry could hear it, but Gavin tried to quiet his urges. He hunched down and moved with the others, following Paul's lead.

Of all of the werewolves, Paul was the most adept at hunting. He had been a cowboy, used to rounding up animals and getting them to do what he wanted. Apparently he also had some experience in the hunting department as they followed after the hog only when they were downwind and stopped when the breeze temporarily shifted. They stalked their prey, closing the distance, getting a sense for the land.

The closer they got, the stronger the scent. The wolves were trying hard not to growl or howl or bark or startle their quarry. This was dinner after all. They followed Paul as best they could, but with that many of them, it was Reese that wandered too far to one side. His paw came down into a puddle of water, and the splash startled the hog. It broke into a sprint through the woods and Paul darted after, pounding on all fours, Rico right on his tail.

With each lunge of his body, Paul's shoulders and elbows and knees shifted and changed, reinforcing to help him in his new position. His tail flicked up, his scent glands leading a trail for his pack. Paul and Rico were in the lead, but Reese, Shawn, Levi and Gavin were closing the gap quickly. The boar skidded out, nearly slamming into a rock face in blind panic. Rico rolled and tumbled, unused to hunting, but Paul pushed off the rock face and darted after the pig.

The blond wolf nearly made it to his quarry when Gavin sprung out in front of the hog, stopping it in its tracks. It didn't have a chance to think of another course of action when Paul caught it, then Rico caught up and snagged it. Paul leaned down and with an instinctive action he bit into the boar's neck, ending its struggle. One by one the other wolves caught up, exhilarated by the chase.

Gavin had to admit that they were rusty. They hadn't practiced hunting, but they had managed to catch their first quarry. With time and practice he was sure he could bring out their natural predatory skills. It would be a good test, a way to ensure that they were truly part of nature... but before there were any more tests, they would have a meal worthy of the beasts they had become.

Even in the dark of night, Gavin surveyed his wolves. The hunt had brought out more of their animal sides. Their fur was thicker, their tails longer, their paws more bestial. It should have scared him, but instead it made him feel... comfortable. They were embracing their inner animals and becoming part of the mysterious forest that stretched out so far all around them. Gavin took a deep breath, savoring the moment and burning it into his memory - along with the smell of their fresh kill.

****

The sun had risen and fallen, though Gavin wasn't sure quite how many times. Their weekend had stretched into something longer. They had lost sense of time, of humanity, of civilization. Part of it scared him, but they had settled into the ways so easily. Rico had spent nearly the entire time with a muzzle, his tail so long it brushed the ground as he walked. Paul had regrown a mess of blond fur instead of hair and his ears were fuzzy and pointed. They had played hard and rode each other hard, leaving them all sweaty, stained and a bit bruised in places. The forest provided plenty for them, it took care of them, it was all they needed - and that made Gavin wonder just what the forest needed in turn.

The Alpha had made the decision to return to the arched grove without speaking it out loud. His pack followed him without question, only stopping to fuck or piss or eat along the way. Even though they had traveled deep into the forest, it felt like it took no time at all to reach their destination, as if the forest had removed any obstacle.

Gavin found the arched branches just where he expected them to be, but the tunnel no longer seemed so dark. The orange glow of the forest filled the grove beyond and fireflies lingered in the air, flashing an iridescent gold. They lit the path that Gavin knew he had to follow. He moved toward the arches, though he noticed Shawn slow to a stop.

"I've never seen this place before." Shawn said. Gavin grinned slowly.

"We were here the other day, we walked right past it. Didn't you see it? Didn't you hear it calling?" Gavin asked. Shawn shook his head, but he looked to it in awe. Reese and Rico piled up behind him, then Paul and Levi.

"This is why we were drawn here, why we chose this place. In there is our future." Gavin said before he moved and stepped into the tunnel, ducking down. With each step he took, he felt his control slipping more and more. His fingernails turned black and curved out to claws, his toenails warped and his toes thickened. His feet swelled wider and longer, growing more arched as patches of fur grew out on the knuckles and the skin got tough and leathery.

The moss and bits of leaves in Gavin's beard almost seemed to take root. Silver color spread out from where they touched, giving his dark beard streaks of wisdom and maturity. His ears tingled as they pushed into points, growing more pointed than they ever had before. Fur sprouted across the backs, getting extra long at the tip, though it didn't yet slip down the front.

Gavin crossed into the grove on the other side and stood up, looking out at the forest throne. It, too, had grown. The wood seemed bigger, more gnarled. The back had faded to thick twigs, but more vines coiled around the arms and the legs. Fireflies danced around the space as if in celebration... if not warning.

The leaves crunched behind Gavin as Levi and Shawn entered, followed soon after by the others. Gavin puffed out his chest and turned, holding out his arms.

"This is our new kingdom, and I am your king. Tonight we celebrate our future, our past, and our part in this world." Gavin said. Levi let out a bark of agreement, pumping his fist. The other wolves soon joined in. Gavin moved closer to the throne, reaching out, running his hand over the wood. It felt ancient and yet alive, surpassing any span that humans could picture.

"Bro, what is that? Did you make that?" Shawn asked, uncertain. Gavin shook his head, turning around.

"No, but it was made for me." Gavin said before he lowered down, sinking into the oversized seat, claiming the Forest Throne. It wasn't entirely uncomfortable, feeling good and firm, with good support. For a moment Gavin was a little surprised when nothing happened, but he gasped as emerald vines of ivy snapped around his arms, coiling and tightening. More vines slashed around his legs, latching on. He felt the pinpricks of roots puncturing his skin, but he felt so much more than that too...

Gavin grunted and growled as he felt his body start to burn and surge, his breath rising and falling with the wind blowing through the forest. His chest grew thicker, fuller, tighter. His pectorals grew out, taking up more space as his nipples widened and lengthened. His arms strained against their captive vines, the biceps and triceps bulging out. He growled louder as his feet throbbed and ached and grew, and ever so slightly his legs started to lengthen, growing down to reach the forest floor properly. Shawn lunged for his brother, but Levi caught him around the chest with an arm.

"No, he wants this!" Levi said. Shawn hesitated, watching his brother. Gavin thrashed and moaned in the throne, shuddering sharply. He felt a tickle across his lips as his mustache thickened enough to obscure his mouth completely. Before long he felt the heft of his beard growing heavier as it grew longer, creeping out of his face, little by little. The hair crept up higher on his cheeks, dominating more space than before. Gavin's lips parted and he let out a slow, long moan. The vines were coiling tighter, wrapping around more and more of him. They even made it up around his swollen balls, wrapping them in a tight embrace before they reached his sheath. Tiny tendrils of vines crept up the outer edge before they dipped down into the gap.

Gavin hissed, feeling a soft sting come from the juices around his cock, but he couldn't argue with the result. The head of his cock pushed out of his sheath, almost twice as wide as before. The flesh was furious, almost purple. It pushed out followed by inch after inch of meat, growing longer and thicker. The shaft glided into view, coated in pre before a soft popping sound came. The base of his cock was already swelling into a knot. The king's scepter was twenty inches long from knot to tip, but as the pack watched, it was still growing. Cells divided, flesh expanded, more blood flowed in and the cock pushed out inch by inch. The base widened, the tip grew more wicked, and even his knot seemed to surge well past the size of a baseball.

With great effort, the knot began pushing out of the sheath, revealing more flesh below... It was virgin flesh, new flesh, and it was swelling. It bloated outward, rounding and inflating, inflaming as it grew out into a second, even larger knot than the first. The cock wobbled and the vines around his balls squeezed tighter until the sack fought back. The furry balls began to swell and grow as well, growing out rounder and fuller, swelling past the size of grapefruits. Deep inside, his prostate was evolving and changing too, taking on a more primal form.

"Gavin..." Levi drooled, his clawed hand drawing up his own tool. He jerked himself off as he approached, but this time it was Shawn that held him back, shaking his head.

"It's... not done." Shawn said. Levi whimpered, longing for his alpha's rod, but Shawn was right. Whatever was happening, they had to see it through.

Gavin grunted, seeing flashes before his eyes. He saw his childhood, his teenage years, being a freshman at college... He was so small and weak and meek and pathetic, unable to seize what he longed for, what he craved. But after the bite, after the taint? He had risen... He relived changing his pack, changing the wolves. Each thought, each memory became more of a blur than the last. It became feelings, urges, instincts. He needed to breed, to corrupt, to turn. Gavin's brows furrowed in concentration as he lost individual memories, but the bones and cartilage began to pop and snap as it reformed.

The werewolf's brow bone pushed out over his eyes, encroaching half an inch, then a full inch. It stuck out, his eyebrows getting bushier and thicker. The bone swelled around his eyes, curving down, drawing focus to his irises as they turned from brown to gold to red. His lips parted, revealing every tooth had turned into a fang, and an abnormally long tongue slipped out, dripping with thick saliva.

The other pack mates were caught between wanting to help and falling sway to the spell. Paul, Rico and Reese were jerking off furiously, watching their Alpha shift... and as Gavin thrashed, it was hard for Levi and Shawn to hold back either. Even with his arms pinned down to his sides, it became clear that the hair under Gavin's arms had become more than just pit hair or even fur. It was long and thick, voluminous, capturing his musk. The fur on his chest had crept up over his shoulders and down his back. Bones creaked, limbs popped. Gavin was filling out his throne little by little.

Paul was the first to howl, unleashing his cum on the forest floor. As his wolf spunk hit the ground, his fur started to sprout and his tail dropped down behind him. Where the cum landed, the vines grew lusher, the leaves brighter. New vines started to snake up the forest throne, coming around Gavin's shoulders, sliding up his throat before they latched out across his cheek, plunging into his mouth. Gavin grunted as thick aloe began to leak into his mouth. The black in the center of his eyes spilled out wider, filling the eyes entirely.

Rico panted next, then howled as he came. More vines swept out of the throne, sinking into Gavin's mouth, pumping more of the forest's essence into him. The changes that had started moments before seemed like nothing now. With each gulp, Gavin was surging larger. Pounds of muscle packed onto his arms and legs. His back popped and snapped as it stretched out. Shawn's jaw dropped in wonder as he watched his brother push past seven feet tall, then eight, working towards nine.

The forest throne creaked under the increasing weight of the beast occupying it. He hadn't just grown taller and wider, he'd grown heavier. As a human he'd been over two hundred pounds, as a wolf he pushed toward four hundred, but now? Now he had to be climbing towards a number almost double that. His claws grew unruly and long, new glands formed beneath his tail and in his pits. The air carried with a pungent, visceral musk, and the pre leaking from his shaft started to get thicker and thicker.

Gavin gulped at nature's seed, letting it flow inside of him. His mouth ached as it pushed out longer, taking on a short muzzle. His fangs were wicked and interlocked, ready to snap down around whatever unfortunate prey got too close. His bigger, pronounced mouth only gave more landscape for his inhuman beard, sticking out from his face several inches before it curved out and down into its heavy tresses.

The forest king's balls reached the size of basketballs, the sack pronounced and covered in thick dark fur... but all those hormones, all that energy started to translate into his cock again as it turned from red to purple, surging out inches at a time. It pushed past twenty four inches, then thirty, growing longer and longer with each heartbeat. It was an implement of ass destruction.

The pack had grown so accustomed to watching in awe that when Gavin moved, he startled them. Vines snapped and popped, breaking off of his arms as his oversized hands gripped the throne and he pushed up. Gavin, or at least the creature that had been Gavin, rose to nine feet tall. His arms spread out as his broad, shredded shoulders relaxed as much as they could. With their enhanced size, their power was always on the edge. His legs splayed and his huge cock bobbed in front of him. Gavin was no longer human, nor was he even fully werewolf. He was a beast, a monster, a creature. He was designed to hunt, to kill and to fuck.

No longer restrained by the throne, Gavin took stock of his new body. He was huge, he was powerful, he was handsome... and he was horny. He was so horny. He moaned softly, a deep sound emanating from puffy, swollen lips over too many teeth. He raised his head slowly, solid black eyes locking with Shawn. A grin crossed those lips as a very long tongue slipped out, slathering across his bearded face before snapping back in. Behind his thick, muscled ass his tail swept from side to side in contentment.

"Brother..." Gavin whispered, "My handsome, virile, sexy brother..." he said, taking a step closer, then another. He reached down, able to hold Shawn's whole head in the palm of his hand. Shawn gazed up at the beast before him. His brown skin barely showed through all that beard and hair and fur, and yet... somehow... he could still sense his brother in there.

"Gavin." Shawn whispered.

"It's time to be like me, to join me forever, brother. It's time to leave humanity behind." Gavin whispered. Shawn nodded.

"Wherever you go, I'll follow. We belong together." Shawn whispered. Gavin growled at that before he leaned down almost three feet to kiss his brother. Shawn felt a huge, wriggling, snake like tongue plunge into his mouth. It thrust back and forth before forcing down his throat, and the thick saliva began to pool into his mouth. As Shawn embraced his brother, his eyes widened in pleasure before they turned pitch black.

Levi gasped and moaned, watching as Shawn started to grow like a root, rising up inch after inch. New hair sprouted from his upper cheeks, his brow bone pushing out over his eyes. His arms popped and shifted as they dropped lower and longer at his sides. Gavin grabbed onto Shawn around the waist with one hand and lifted him up off the ground, holding him up until his huge tool nudged between his ass cheeks. A huge gush of cum sprayed out, soaking the root of Shawn's tail before Gavin thrust in.

Shawn shuddered and moaned, but already his face was hidden behind a huge dark beard. It oozed out of his face inch by inch, dropping down longer and longer, getting thicker and bushier. His ears pushed out into points, his brow bone locked into its new state, and his hands began to swell and warp. Gavin slid in inches of cock, impaling Shawn, sliding deep. Shawn's belly started to swell and grow from all the cum he was getting, but that cum soon converted into more muscle, more flesh, more monster.

Two huge wolf paws hit the ground as Shawn got heavy enough for Gavin to set down, but he twisted around, pushed his brother onto all fours and came into his ass even more. Shawn howled out, fur spreading across his back and chest, connecting to the hair in his pits and around his groin. Gavin thrust in until Shawn had no more room to give, but each time he thrust, his brother grew taller, deeper, stronger.

Shawn writhed and wriggled, feeling his chest grow, his stomach tighten, his shoulders expand when he felt a pressure at his ass. Shawn huffed and grunted, Gavin growled, and then he pushed forward. With a satisfying pop, the knot made it in. Gavin felt himself rooted and anchored in his brother, but it wasn't enough. He pushed again, forcing Shawn to call out and howl before his last knot popped in, wedging him in even tighter, locking him in place.

Gavin tipped his head back and let out a howl that echoed through the trees, carrying on the wind and reaching to the distant edges of civilization. As he came, Shawn did too, the two behemoths linked in their true purpose. No longer would they hide as humans. They were what they were - animals, and now they were going to act like it.

With the two linked, Gavin wasn't entirely certain how to spread his ways to the rest of the pack, but he did have a perfectly virile male knotted to him... so he could use Shawn. Gavin's hungry eyes searched around before he saw Levi, already fawning over him. He grabbed onto his boyfriend and pulled him in front of his brother, holding him there as they moved.

Levi wasn't certain what was happening at first, but soon enough he felt a hard, full, alien cock pushing toward his ass. He hiked his tail up and presented his cheeks to the brother of his Alpha. Already his eyes were darkening, his mind distant, caught in the fog of musk and manliness. In moments Shawn speared in and then yelped as Gavin thrust, forcing him into Levi.

It took a few moments for the two to get used to it, but Shawn soon realized he was just the appendage along for the ride. Gavin thrust and Shawn's cock slid into Levi, back and forth, in and out. Shawn moaned and grunted, drooling openly, his own musk getting rank and thick. He grabbed onto Levi as well, holding him in place with his brother as his ass got pummeled.

Levi snorted and clawed at the ground, feeling the weight of two giants ramming the cock into his ass. As if Shawn's size wasn't enough, nearly too long and two wide to fit, the base of his cock was growing fast. Shawn ground and wriggled and shifted before each tug Gavin made yanked Levi back.

There was a surreal and odd horror to the sight of two monster wolves knotted to a mostly normal one, but as Shawn started to howl and cum, the normalcy fled quickly. Levi's already over-the-top beard got thicker and wider, dominating his face, hiding his torso, and dropping down so low his swelling cock stuck through it. Levi's balls swelled heavier and heavier, dropping lower, rounding out more, growing and expanding.

Bones popped and nearly snapped. His spine stretched, shoulders broadened. Levi grunted and panted as his body was reshaped. The hot semen pouring into him pulled him away from his humanity as his forehead crinkled up into the swollen brow of a true werewolf, his nose gaining ridges. The other pack mates howled and circled, watching as Levi stretched to seven feet tall, then eight, then almost nine.

The three were locked together with plump double knots and Gavin showed little chance of the swelling going down any time soon. They moved more slowly as they were connected, but with purpose. Reese was grabbed next, Levi slamming into his mouth. In moments Levi was already cumming, churning out particularly thick seed in amounts rivaling or even surpassing his Alpha.

Reese grunted hard, rational thought fleeing his brain as he gulped the tainted see down, his brow swelling and twisting, his beard thickening, his ears getting longer and his teeth sharper. Rico whimpered at being left out and nudged between Reese's legs, his muzzle slipping around the werewolf's cock, starting to suck and slurp eagerly. Not wanting to be left out either, Paul moved over to Rico and rubbed his furry belly as he positioned himself over Rico's lap, got into just the right position and dropped down, impaling himself on Rico's member.

Gavin smelled the sex, heard the rut, felt the connection and growled as he came more. With great focus he started to thrust again, moving Shawn and Levi with him as they slammed into Reese's mouth. Levi kept cumming, pouring more and more as the corrupted seed spilled out over Reese's lips, soaking into his red beard as his mouth started pushing out into a muzzle.

Reese shuddered as he grew, his cock sliding back further and further into Rico's maw. It bumped the back of his throat before sliding down it, swelling outward as it grew. Rico held on for the ride, and when he tasted the change in Reese's cum, he embraced it. The changes started to trickle down the line like dominos falling. Even as Reese's changes were barely starting, Rico's humanity was disappearing nearly entirely. Black fur swept over every inch of his body, his tail got thicker and his hips even popped and snapped as they reoriented, making it easier for him to remain on all fours rather than stand upright.

As Rico's body shifted to a more feral state, Paul shuddered, feeling a knot forming in his ass, and then a second. Even Reese was left to gently gnaw on the double knot in his mouth as he changed, making the pack into one perverse snake of sexual gratification. It took only moments for Reese to grow to match Shawn in height and brawn and only seconds after to help Rico pack on dozens of pounds of muscle.

At the end of the line, Paul was moaning out loud as he bounced and wobbled on Rico's canine cock. Paul's once bald head grew thicker tufts of hair as his sandy blond beard dropped down lower and lower. As his brow bone swelled out and the orbital bone around his eyes grew thicker, he let out a long satisfied growl before his swelling cock let out a fountain of tainted cum.

The changes had passed from one to the next, twisting and warping them in all the ways that Gavin cherished. They were his pack and he was the forest's alpha. The pleasure of turning his pack was potent, kicking in like a drug the likes of which Gavin had never experienced before. No doubt they could live in peace, basking in their own masculinity, living off of what the forest offered - but the joy of turning wolves, of corrupting them... was too great to ignore.

****

Another day had dawned like the three before it. The wolves had not returned to civilization, though their lives had not entirely changed. They had each started the day with a feat of many kinds of meat - though they were meats they had caught themselves. The pack had returned to the grove, sitting around the feet of their Alpha. They stroked their massive cocks, drank from their own juices, basking in their own musk. Their skin and beards glistened with pre and the air was rank with the scent of primal masculinity.

Gavin sat on his throne, a throne that had grown even larger to support him. His huge hands held onto the gnarled arms of the throne, his clawed feet dug tiny trenches in the dirt. His balls churned seed and his cock dribbled cum constantly, making him the rankest and most masculine of all. The stream of cum dribbled down to the front of the throne, landing in puddles that got licked up by Rico and Paul. Gavin felt such pride and pleasure flowing through his veins at what his pack had been able to accomplish, but he knew there was still an urge, a drive, a need.

The Alpha looked out at the monsters he had created, taking pride in his army of beasts. There was no doubt that they were the most amazing and sublime creatures to ever walk the Earth, but there needed to be more of them. Gavin wanted to feel what it was like to rip someone's humanity away and replace it with the monsters beyond the limits of what even werewolves considered to be normal. He needed more.

"I have made a decision." Gavin said, forcing the other wolves to look up, their black eyes respectful and adoring. Gavin licked his lips, and a bit of his beard, with his too-long tongue before continuing, "Too long has mankind lived apart from nature. This forest has spoken to us, has called out to us, and it craves more. It craves a people, it craves to take back the land that was rightfully its own... And we will work as agents toward that end." Gavin said. Shawn looked up, panting hard, his ears twitching as he felt Reese pound his ass with a double knot for the third time that morning.

"What will we do, brother?" Shawn asked. Gavin grinned, showing off his fangs.

"We will entice the men of this place to join us. We will lure, we will corrupt, we will taint and we will bite. No man will stop us, and in time they will all join us." Gavin said. The wolves tipped their heads back and howled in agreement, the sound harmonious and carrying through the trees on such a monumental day.

****

The roar and growl of the dirt bikes echoed through the trees, carrying on for some distance. There was even a dust cloud rising up through the leaves as one dirt bike after another ran down the man made course. Tires dug into the dirt before the vehicle launched up into the air, sailing over a muddy bog before landing on the other side. They'd been at it for hours, but eventually the riders brought their bikes over to a stop. The first to stop got off a black and red bike. He had on a matching helmet and chest plate, though his black jeans were torn and dirty. He reached up and popped his helmet off, shaking his black hair free.

Andy was twenty, celebrating some time off from college. He'd tried mostly in vain to grow anything other than a patch of fuzz on his chin, but he'd shown his rebelliousness in other ways. Silver earrings hung from his ears and he'd gotten kanji tattooed on his neck. Andy grabbed a water bottle from a holster on his dirt bike, popping the lid as he moved over to sit on a log.

Behind him came two of his friends, though they were a bit younger at just eighteen. One removed his black helmet to reveal a shock of purple hair, a septum ring dangling from his nose. Next to them both, Mikey seemed pretty normal. His black hair was buzzed short and his mahogany red skin had streaks of grime on it.

"I think it's a pretty good run, that last jump was epic." The purple haired youth said.

"Come on, Lance, wasn't that too much of a baby run? I think we could make the trench a bit wider, make it even scarier." Andy said with a grin. Lance nodded a little reluctantly at that but Andy clapped him on the shoulder to encourage him before he stood up, "I'm going to take a leak and then we should go again." Andy said before he sidled off the path and moved into the tree line.

With the bikes off, the natural splendor of the area had returned. Birds sang, the sun sank toward the horizon and a gentle wind was blowing. Andy moved out a few yards from the track before he popped his button, drew down his zipper and fished out his manhood. He closed his eyes, tipped his head back and exhaled as he peed.

The release was invigorating, the stream coming strong and true. It was almost like he was marking the forest as his, as silly as the notion was. Andy had almost finished when he felt something wet splatter on his arm. He opened his eyes and looked up, wondering if it was starting to rain. There wasn't any cloud that could have held rain in sight. Confused, Andy turned just in time to see a blur of black.

Something strong grabbed him around the throat. He squeaked and hissed, unable to make a sound to call for help. His eyes bugged out of his head as he saw the clawed, calloused, hairy hand around his throat connected to a furry arm, then that arm connected to a chest nearly as wide as a car. Andy dangled there in Gavin's hand, looking at the bearded behemoth, his fangs and pointed ears, his Cro-Magnon forehead, his solid black eyes. He was a monster, pure and simple... but rather than eating Andy, he apparently had other plans.

Gavin used his free hand to stroke his mammoth cock. All three feet wobbled up and down with the effort, his basketball sized balls ready to provide the ammunition. In moments Gavin came, sending out thick webs of tainted werewolf seed. It splattered across Andy's face, sticking to his hair and skin, dribbling down his chin before splashing across his chest guard. At last, Gavin released his prisoner.

Andy dropped onto his hands and knees, gasped for breath and got a lung full of cum. He coughed and sputtered, but it was too late. His cock was hard in an instant, his nipples too. He felt like he was on fire, and a manic, strange grin crossed his face. Cum, yes, he liked cum. He needed cum, he craved cum. A tongue slipped out of his lips and collected some of it, drawing it back into his mouth as his teeth started to sharpen.

Gavin grabbed onto his own tool with both hands and started to jerk off, watching the young human change. His face had been covered in semen and it acted like fertilizer. The tiny insignificant patch of fuzz on his chin started to sprout, growing out an inch, two, three, five. Stubble pushed out across his cheeks, his upper lip, even between his eyebrows. His face darkened in moments as bristly, bushy black hairs covered his cheeks.

Andy grunted, starting to paw at his own clothing. He tore off his chest guard and threw it aside, ripping open his shirt as thick patches of black fur grew in across his chest. His nipples swelled to almost double their original size, poking out as his pecs bloated. Andy shivered and shuddered, his fingernails digging at his jeans, tearing into them as he grew his first claws.

As fun as it was to watch, Gavin wasn't content to let it take its course. He stood up and moved over, grabbing the human around the waist. He shucked his pants from him, getting the denim caught around his boots. He tore the underwear clean off and brought his fat, huge, mutated werewolf cock to rest between that needy ass. With a tip of his hips, he began squeezing in.

Andy let out a howl of surprise as his voice deepened, the stubble growing from his face stretching down his throat and connecting to the fur on his chest. Patches of black burst out from under his arms, growing in at an incredible speed. Inches of pit hair descended as Andy's biceps and triceps bloated. In moments he'd stacked on fifty pounds of muscle, then more.

Gavin grunted as he pushed in the head of his cock, then several inches. He felt as if he had gotten as far as he could go, but after cumming, Andy's intestines started to make more room. Gavin started sliding back and forth, pumping into his captive, watching him grow and change. Andy drooled as his mustache dropped down over his mouth and his beard started filling out, his hair growing out to his ears, the nape of his neck, then his shoulders.

The wolf thrust into Andy time after time, feeling a wriggling tailbone peel free from the pelvis, flicking as it started to stretch and grow. New bones formed, ligaments stretched over it all and soft black fur covered the flesh. Andy dug his new claws into the dirt, anchoring himself as his feet ached and throbbed and stretched.

Soon Andy's belly was wobbling as the alpha's cock poked into it from behind, distending and stretching everything. Gavin growled hard before he came down, biting into the young man's neck. Andy let out a louder howl, his voice dropping several octaves. The shout carried back to the track where Lance jumped up to his feet, spinning around.

"What was that? I knew we weren't safe! We need to find Andy and get out of here!" Lance panted. Mikey shook his head.

"Dude, you are such a wimp." Mikey sighed, tipping his water bottle back to take a drink. Lance shook his head, turning to look at the track.

"Come on, there's no way that there isn't something out in these woods. They're huge, man!" Lance said, turning back toward the log, realizing that no one was sitting on it anymore. Lance's brows furrowed in confusion. He took a step forward, "Mikey? Mike?" he called out, stepping over the log. There was some rustling in the leaves and he turned toward it, eyes widening in shock when he saw Mikey being impaled in the mouth by the cock of a giant red Bigfoot with fangs while a sandy blond one pumped through a fresh hole in the back of his pants.

Lance watched in horror as his friend's stomach rounded fuller and fuller, presumably with cum, as he packed on pounds and pounds of muscle, fat, flesh and hair. His face darkened as a thick, bushy beard grew out and patches of fur grew out of Mikey's back, elbows, and even covered his clawed feet. In seconds he looked like a smaller version of the monsters.

Never before in his life had Lance's feet moved so fast. He ran back to his dirt bike, picked it up and started the engine. The bike growled as he pushed off, kicking out a plume of dust as he sped down the track. He hunched down, holding on tight as he approached the ramp, but something very solid and very still swung out and connected with his chest.

The dirt bike hit the ramp without Lance, skidding over the edge and toppling into the muddy bog. Lance landed in the dirt, feeling dizzy, his chest guard cracked. He blinked in dizziness a few times but felt something hot and wet splash down on his face. He smacked his lips and a salty, musky flavor blossomed in his mouth.

Almost all at once, his fears started to disappear. His pain decreased, his muscles relaxed, and as he replayed what he had seen with Mikey getting fatter and bigger and hairier, Lance had to admit he was getting a bit horny too. As if an answer to his thoughts, he felt his pants getting torn open. Something strong, calloused and hairy wrapped around his cock, stroking it up and down.

Lance looked up with dreamy eyes, gazing into the solid black abyss that dominated Shawn's. Shawn leaned down and kissed the eighteen year old, though it was more than just a kiss. As their lips met, Shawn opened his mouth and unleashed a maw full of Levi's spunk into Lance's mouth. Lance gulped at it unexpectedly at first, then greedily, panting and shuddering.

With each thrust of his hand, Shawn felt the human's cock grow longer and longer, stacking on inches at a time. The flesh got tougher, more rubbery. Blood rushed in, making it harder and redder at the same time. Shawn squeezed it and compressed it, almost like a sculptor modeling claw as he helped guide the tip to a canine point. Shawn broke the kiss and looked down, seeing a light dusty brown beard growing in on the purple haired youth's face.

Lance's eyes turned black, the color disappearing. He licked his lips and opened his mouth wide, hoping for more. Shawn grinned and obliged, bringing his cock to the biker's mouth. Lance latched on and started to slurp and suck, nursing from Shawn. Shawn closed his eyes and came hard, giving Lance everything he needed. Shawn watched the pipsqueak grow from five foot five to six feet, then seven, then eight. His muscles bulged, his clothes tore, his claws grew in.

"That's my boy..." Shawn grinned happily, watching Lance mature into a perfect fuck beast like the rest of the pack. Feeling the ground vibrate, Shawn looked up to see Gavin coming out of the forest with Paul, Reese, Rico and Levi... as well as two new wolves. Andy looked a little like Gavin and Shawn, though his beard hung down to his knees and wasn't half as wide as Gavin's. Mikey, however, had become a bit of a tank. He had a wobbling belly full of cum on him and looked like he had to be over nine hundred pounds easy.

"Very good... A very good start." Gavin said, moving over as Shawn stood up and offered a clawed hand to Lance. Lance accepted it and stood up, rising to new heights, getting used to his new body. As Gavin moved close, Lance couldn't stop his cock from unleashing cum in a steady, endless stream. Just being close to the Alpha made him cum.

"What now?" Levi asked, his voice deep and distorted. Gavin reached out to pet his lover's beard, looking out across the bike trail to the trees beyond.

"This forest has given me a throne and a kingdom. It's time we expand our territory. Every male will join our pack... It is time for a new species to rise." Gavin said before he threw his head back and howled, every other wolf following suit. Their howl echoed through the great forest, sending birds flying into the sky in desperation.