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"So small and weak...I'm not sure you even deserve to be called a wolf, honestly..."

In her time as a human girl, Melanie was a fan of the fact that Gardner was slender and meek: he was a disarming young man, and that was just what she needed to feel comfortable in a relationship.

Before the alpha came and claimed both of them, she would have been fine with it if Gardner never put on a single pound of muscle...but in the aftermath of Mel's fangs sinking into his flesh, the transformed beta was hoping that his new omega would put on a little more girth...and not just in the frame of his bodice.

Disappointed with the bulk but happy the rest of the change, Mel was able to stand over Gardner with a sense of pride and purpose, knowing that it was up to him to finish cementing Gardner's place as the omega of the growing pack.

The smallest, weakest and quietest among the bunch, it was almost unnecessary for Gardner to be chained up to the pipes inside of the janitor's closet, but Mel wasn't going to give him any chance to escape. He could see the omega was already dedicated to whatever Mel asked of him, but they were far past the point of asking and receiving.

It was taking , and at that, Mel taking whatever he wanted from his formerly human boyfriend.

"But if you're going to keep that body, you're gonna have to learn to behave like the proper bitch that you are...you still winch too much when the alphas are coming down on you, and you still have a little disobedience in you...they've left it up to me to work that out of you, and sadly, it sounds like I do have my work cut out for me..."

There was no resistance in Gardner's stare: his eyes were similar enough to Mel's, but where hers were burning pools of molten gold, his own were muted pyrite, just barely deserving of the canine distinction that had been forced on him.

It was the most pleasant thing that had been forced on him recently, but as he knelt and watched Mel approaching his muzzle once more, he was already parting his lips; there was no reply in mind, but he'd learned to look for that eager, passionate glaze of lust in Mel's eyes when they were alone.

He knew better than to keep his beta waiting, but leaving his jaw to hang open like that was the most basic form of obedience...it wasn't enough to prevent a punishment just yet.

"Nice try," Mel groaned, turning the tables on Gardner's expectations. Rather than putting the tasty looking flesh at the tip of his cock up for grabs, he lifted his leg and placed the unwashed pads of his paws right on the end of Gardner's snout, forcing him to drink in not only a hint of the natural musk of the beta, but the scent of the very world he'd traveled around. "But before you go putting your tongue anywhere near that, you're gonna have to earn it...and no, being chained up in here all afternoon is not earning it."

It would have been worth a try to ask about that, but Gardner had his hopes dashed before they ever had a chance to be built up. Those hopes, along with any plea he could make, were both stifled by thick, rigid pads, rubbing over the front of his nose and tugging at the edges of his lips; Mel wasn't content to just set his footpaws in a single place.

He was practically smothering the omega with the weight of one continuous step, swirling it around to keep Gardner from getting comfortable in any of the crevasses between the pads.

In each one, the stains of the day were evident, forcing Gardner to decide if his obedience was so great that he was willing to go in for a taste...but he knew that there was no hope for him if he didn't immediately dart out his tongue and at least sample what was being forced on him.

He knew better than to think of it as an offering, but there was something oddly sweet about the pads, and the gaps between allowed his tongue to coil over each digit, leaving them with a hint of moisture to collect even more of a mingled taste when they hit the ground again.

It wasn't until he felt the tickle crawling up his calf that Mel pulled his foot away and planted it back to the floor. "I fucking knew you were a paw slut...was just a matter of giving you the chance to prove me right," he taunted the trapped omega, wearing a demeaning grin and making sure it was evident in every word he spoke. "But because you're my little slut, I suppose it's up to me to decide if you're worthy of being spoiled once in a while..."

With his other leg kicking up from the floor and a fresh, dirty paw to smother Gardner's face, the omega couldn't help feeling that Mel had already made his decision on that matter.

"You're just lucky that...t-this feels good for me , too."

That he was being given the chance to prove himself to his beta was more than luck: both the alpha and the beta were commenting about how perhaps, the lycanthropy hadn't properly taken, given how small and weak Gardner was compared to the rest of his pack.

After their discussion, it became clear that he was simply the bitch of the bunch, and as long as they treated him like such, he'd able to integrate with the others just fine; Mel was okay with that, but he was a little bit greedy, and it showed when he pushed his paw all the way past the ends of Gardner's muzzle, forcing him to suckle at the ends of his claws.

"Don't stop until you're sure each of those pads is nice and clean, Gardner...w-work your fucking tongue into every single gap..."

Trying not to show any weakness to his omega, Mel knew that his expression would falter with the signs of earthly delights, but there was only so much he could do: he, too, was new to the role that had been thrust upon him, and for that being the case, he was doing an excellent job of berating Gardner and helping him to learn his new place at the bottom.

Without a shred of clothing between their bodies, neither one could hide how much they were enjoying that process, even if Mel was able to contain his vocal praises.

"You're getting hard...j-just from putting your tongue on my feet," Mel groaned, trying his best to sound disappointed; it wasn't working, but he carried on as if he'd just scolded Gardner. "You such a fucking freak...such a naughty little bitch. I'm the only one that should be getting hard around here..."

The very tip of a warm, pinkish-red tool was already emerging from Mel's sheath, but he was trying his best to ignore the presence of it, knowing that he'd break down and grab Gardner by the ears once he was fully erect: fucking the omega's throat was the destination , however...and there was plenty of journey left to get there.

"Speak of the devil...looks like you might be good for something after all," Mel pointed out. "Not that you've earned the chance to see it yet, much less taste it...but I didn't really come prepared for depriving you of a show...not in any traditional way, anyway."

Pulling the paw away from Gardner's muzzle once more and setting it back on the ground with a trembling leg, Mel leered down at his omega and, as promised, he grabbed the long, scraggly ears on either side of the canine's head.

As he stepped in closer and forced the weight of his sack to balance on the end of Gardner's nose, he waited for a moment, forcing the weakling to drink in the warmth and spice of his scent, all while the presence of his chiseled torso rested inches away from his face, just out of the reach of physical appreciation.

The feast for the senses was being consumed a blink at a time, and finally, Gardner would be given the chance to speak.

"Don't you like this body so much better than my old one?" Mel asked.

The rule was militaristic: speak only when spoken to, and don't ham it up when a simple answer would do the trick.

Gardner had already learned those lessons well, being berated and even beaten for them in his first few days as a werewolf. His eyes were dull, yet appreciative, and his tone was just slightly more than monotone when he nodded and answered. "You're...p-perfectly built," he hesitated, wanting to make sure his answer was concise, without flattery. "Thick, but functional...chiseled and gorgeous... you could be my alpha, more than anyone else deserves to."

That last bit was flattery indeed, but in the privacy of the tiny closet, Mel knew that no one could hear a word they were saying, giving him the chance to drink in the blasphemous statement and enjoy the tingle it left on the ends of his ears.

"Is that right...? So you think that, perhaps, if I left some part of myself with you, it might elevate your status in the pack, being the perfect specimen that I am?"

Once more, Gardner nodded, bouncing and jostling the full, heavy orbs of Mel's sack on the end of his nose. "If you were ever so generous, I...I think it would make me stronger," he confessed. "But that isn't my goal; as before and as it is now, I only wish to serve you, no matter what form that forces me to take."

"So your dedication is even more complete than I could have imagined," Mel replied. "I'm very glad to hear that, Gardner...you're still learning the ropes, but I'll make a proper bitch of you yet..."

Wondering what answer he could have gotten wrong, Gardner feared the worst when he felt a palm forcefully grip the side of his face, but it was only to guide him out from under the musky package, bringing him face to face with the tip of an emerging, canine tool.

The tip was forced against his lips, but he didn't open them just yet: he needed to be eager for his beta, but not so much that he allowed his innermost desires to dictate his actions.

Whether it was in the look he was given, or the words he heard, he needed the orders before he could do what every conscious thought in his mind was screaming at him to do.

"You've learned some obedience, but your eyes can't hide what your greatest desires are, Gardner. I know how badly you want to taste my cock...to truly cement your place as the omega... my omega..."

Hard as he tried, Gardner couldn't hide the subtle quiver in his lower lip at that enticing possibility.

"Fact is that you've got no choice in the matter: that's going to be your role now, no matter what you do," the beta explained. "But I don't think you've really earned it...not just yet. I'll have step up my game with pushing you further and further down that ladder...starting with this."

Gardner blinked, not recognizing the immediate command.

"Open your fucking mouth."

The grip on his face was so tight that it was a struggle to part his lips, but his muzzle widened, little by little, with claws raking against the side, leaving fresh wounds. As his eyes watered, the very tip of an emerging cock graced him with it's taste, but just as he was getting used to the warm, slightly salty approach of the tip, he noticed something warmer and much saltier moving toward the back of his tongue.

"Now seal it."

The inches of full, throbbing flesh continued to grow into Gardner's maw as Mel watched closely, seeing the omega's reaction to having his mouth used as a toilet. At first, he didn't know what to think of it, but in the back of his mind, he realized that he was being treated to an unbelievably high honor by being forced to drink the golden offering.

Swallowing faithfully and staying right in place, Gardner gulped down every last drop of Mel's heated, acrid blessing, officially christened as the omega of the pack...