Taking on the Alpha (request for werewolfjedi on FA)

Story by Cimmaron on SoFurry

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Taking on the Alpha (Request for werewolfjedi)

By: Cimmaron S...


Taking on the Alpha (Request for werewolfjedi)

By: Cimmaron Spirit

**WARNING: Contains gay sex, bullying, violence, cock vore, punishment, revenge, docking, hyper cocks and balls and large amounts of cum. Only for those 18 years and up! You have been warned!**

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Baylith moaned softly as he rolled over onto his stomach, and looked up at the three towering, hulking furs over him, gloating and high fiving each other at bringing the young grey wolf down. Again.

The wolf whimpered softly, feeling the pain in his gut at being punched in the stomach for refusing to hand over his change, and the dull throb in his head from landing on the ground fairly hard, plus other assorted sore spots, aches and pains. It was just the same as they had been doing ever since they found out they could target the weak, almost nerd like wolf, which seemed so long ago now to Baylith that it seemed like ancient history.

"Now who's the alpha?"a broad shoulder, heavily muscled tiger named Matt, the largest and oldest of the bullies, sneered.

"Y...you are,"Baylith groaned, wishing they would just go away already. He was already beat up and humiliated. Wasn't that enough?

The tiger smirked. Of course he was the Alpha; he was the biggest and strongest of his "pack", therefore, naturally, the leader. "And don't you fucking forget it,"he warned the injured wolf, kicking dirt and small rocks with his footpaw into Baylith's face.

The three finally wandered off, to see if there was some other target to allow Matt and his followers to remind about their superiority in being douchebags. Baylith groaned again, and managed to pull himself upward. He felt his muzzle, and his paw touched blood. He pressed his sleeve to his nose to try to stop the flow of blood, and only after he was sure it wouldn't't be dripping on him, he got up at last and started on his way from school.

As he walked along the sidewalk, he happened to glance over to look through the large windows that opened into the school's weight room. Baylith paused in midstep, watching the huge furries work out; their massive muscles bulging as they lifted weights and did exercises. The grey wolf bit his lip as he watched their arms and legs flex with each exercise, though his eyes were especially focused on the large bulges in the guy's shorts as they carried on, oblivious to the watching wolf outside the building.

Baylith could feel his pants grow tight at the front at the thought of being with one of those big guys: to have a thick cock that he could ride whenever he wanted on a godlike, heavenly muscular body, to be able to defend and protect him from Matt and his gang. He could feel his body heat up from the though, and the grey fur began to color itself brown from his arousal at the sight through the appropriately named picture windows.

"Admiring what you see?"a deep rumble came from behind him. Baylith froze his fur shifting back to grey again, thinking that it was one of Matt's friends here to make his life miserable again. He cautiously turned around, and sighed when he saw it was Joey behind him, smiling as best as he could around his two large fangs that grew out of his upper mouth.

Baylith nearly collapsed into the large wolf/sabre-toothed tiger cross's arms. "You scared me,"he said meekly, pushing his head into the large muscle gut of his only friend here.

Joey chuckled as he pulled away the wolf from his belly, but he instantly stopped when he saw the bruises and the bloody nose. "What happened to? Matt and his cronies again?"The sabre-toothed wolf asked worriedly. The wolf nodded sadly, pressing himself into the muscle gut again; trying to do his best to not break into tears were his friend could see him.

Joey sighed. He never got the chance to be around with his friend during school hours, as his classes were in a different wing than him. He had always wanted to help his buddy against the bully's, but was never there when he needed him the most. That, more than anything, made Joey feel miserable. Baylith was such a friendly, smart guy, and never deserved this.

But the larger of the two grinned as he thought. Well, if he couldn't't be around...maybe he could help Baylith to confront Matt and his gang. And he knew just what to do...

"Hey buddy,"Joey rumbled, prying Baylith off of him again. "Why don't you come over to my place for the weekend?"

Baylith looked up, his eyes still watery. "You...you mean it?"the wolf asked. He had never been to Joey's place, or the sabre-toothed wolf to his, as they lived on opposite sides of town. Joey smiled, making Baylith feel better. "Yeah...I will,"he said.

The sabre-toothed wolf grinned. "You can come with me now, and we can get you some clothes later, if you like."

Baylith nodded, and followed the huge canine with the large feline fangs to his old truck, and they both climbed in, and drove off. Joey grinned the whole way, trying to do his best to not have his own member rip through his pants as they drove to his house. This was going to be a fun weekend for the both of them, he was sure... And his little buddy would never have to worry about those bullies again.

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Matt gloried in his status as he walked down the hallways of the high school at the end of the first day back this week. Being one of the largest and most muscular furs in the place, as well as one of the most respected (others would say feared, rather) had his perks: for one thing, everyone did their best to clear a way for him, leaving him a stretch of hallway wide enough for him and his two wingmen: Butch, his broad shouldered, undyingly loyal black bear friend; and Carlos, a tall otter with a swimmer's build who was smart as he was strong, though rarely said a thing.

He glanced around, making whoever his eyes link up with cringe and try to withdraw under his stare. The tiger chortled to himself as he did so. Everyone knew their place, and knew to give their alpha the proper respect. He continued along, but as he saw one of the football players in one of the custom made jackets the team got. He focused his attention onto the black Lab, anger swelling up. Matt had been a football player; he wasn't clever enough for anything else. But when he was caught with those steroids in his locker, his career ended long before it should off. He growled at the somewhat smaller canine, which paused in midsentence with a hot feline chick, and both visibly shrunk back from the much larger and meaner tiger.

When he finally walked past, he gave a sharp glance over his shoulder to the wake of scared anthro's, especially the wimpy football player. Matt chuckled again, before turning down the other hall.

It was the "nerdy" hall. Like a gallery chock full of prey for the hunters, the short and fat, the tall and lanky and all other builds in between were all there, just ready to suffer for being inferior.

"Which one today, Matt?" Butch whispered into the Alpha's ear. The tiger took a moment, trying to find the one that would be the most fun to teach the true lesson: how to respect your superiors. He saw a zebra, short and lean, couldn't be more than 90 pounds, if that, trying to hurry to get his books and get out.

"Him," he growled, a grin crossing his face as he pointed out the striped equine. The three smirked, and with a few stretches and cracking of knuckles, they were upon their prey for the moment.

Matt walked right up to the zebra, which he towered over by at least two feet. The zebra looked up, and gasped, almost like you do when you walk by a tall tree, but don't realize how tall it is until you actually get up to it.

Except this tree was a tall, brawny tiger, with a grin that would strike fear in anyone.

"So, who do we have here," Matt chortled, easily picking the zebra up by the collar of his t-shirt, lifting up off the ground.

"Wha...wha... what to you want?" the zebra nearly bawled out, scared out of his life.

"Practice," the tiger smirked. "With a live target."

The zebra instinctively froze. It was one of the cruellest games they played: letting their prey get enough of a head start running away before they would then pounce on him, as they were of course faster than nearly everyone, except the track runners.

And the zebra in his clutches didn't have a hope, Matt knew.

"Now, you better be ready," Matt said, turning the zebra around to face down the now deserted hall, the other's having fled at the first chance. "On three, I let go, and you have a five second head start."

The Zebra was still scarred, but now his fight or flight reflexes were kicking in, and they were shouting RUN.

"One, two, three!" Butch gleefully shouted, before Matt half tossed, half dropped the poor equine. But, this time, the zebra managed to land on his hooves, and ran as fast as he could, aiming for the doors leading outside. The Zebra managed to get to the doors, slammed his body into one to open it, and sped out of the building.

He got halfway down the bush lined path that lead from this door to the outer fence that lead to the street, beyond which Matt and his gang wouldn't catch him.

Heck, the panting, wheezing zebra thought, he might just make it this time...

A large otter tail swung out, smashing into the zebra's gut, knocking what little remaining air he had in his lungs. He crashed to the ground, his head having hit the rocky surface of the path, disorientating the lean, now caught prey.

When he finally came to, he looked up to see that the three were standing over him. Yep, it was over.

"Nice going Carlos," Matt commended the otter, who grinned.

"Thanks," the normally quiet otter said, before looking back down at the zebra.

Matt knelt down, and picked the kid up by his collar again. "Not this time, buddy. Now, you're going to find out the punishment for failing..."

"Hey!" a voice shouted out behind the three bullies. "Why not pick on someone bigger!"

Matt spun around, and almost burst into tears, laughing so hard at what he saw, letting go of the zebra in his hands, which took the chance and ran.

It was that even wimpier wolf Baylith standing there! The homo wolf that could change colors... how could that be any gayer? And the fact that kid somehow always seemed to get the courage to stand up to them was...commendable, but stupid.

"Hey, matt," Butch said, "what about that stripy wimp we caught? He got away!"

Matt snorted. "Let him go. I have a better lesson to teach anyway now." The wolf was still not learning that he was Alpha here!

The tiger tramped his way to where the wolf was standing, on the side of the school that formed a court yard, with no windows looking out on it. It had at one point been the gym, but a fire had left it for nothing better but an open air courtyard.

Baylith kept pulling back, going deeper and deeper into the large open space. Matt smirked, because the stupid wolf was just backing himself into a corner; the easier to isolate and kick his ass.

As he rounded the last corner, suddenly a pair of paws swung at his face. Before the tiger could do anything, Baylith's foot paws connected with the bully's skull, making Matt fall down, his head hitting an old piece of concrete, knocking him out. Baylith stood over the fallen beast, his pants around his ankles, his erection already at half mast, ready for the next part...

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Baylith chuckled to himself. He knew that the old hanging bars there would be the best place to ambush the tiger. Strength alone couldn't fall him, but an unsuspecting attack could daze him enough.

But now he had to go quickly. He only had a few moments, but, if everything goes right, that would be all he would need. He quickly pulled off the shirt and pants Matt was wearing, and then slipping off the jock strap that held up his own genitals. Baylith chuckled as he saw them: the rumours where true, for the mighty tiger sure wasn't that well gifted, or at least, he might have been at one point. Maybe.

He knelt down by the mighty tiger's head, and took his hard member in his hand before pushing it against Matt's scalp. This was the first part, Joey told him: get your cock ready to take in your victim.

Baylith's pole took the hint, and, in a scene that would be best described as out of a sci-fi horror movie, his cock, normally a good 10 inches long, started to stretch out, growing longer and longer, wider and wider, clear pre seed oozing out, coating Matt's hair. The urethral slit yawned open, stretching wider and wider. The wolf, his grey fur starting to turn white from the feeling of power over his tormenter, at last used his hands to push his much larger cock over the head of his victim.

As his cock started, lubed on by the copious preseed he was making, taking in inch after inch of the head slowly, his mind started to drift back to when Joey first revealed his secret that lead him to where he was now. The huge sabre-toothed wolf, after hours of playing video games, announced that he was hungry, and that he was going to get something to eat. Baylith, not that much of an eater, just shrugged and continued to play single player, and was doing well enough until he started hearing grunts and snorts from the kitchen. The wolf, curious, put down the controller and walked to the source of the noise...

...and gasped at the sight of Joey with an orange fox halfway into his massive cock. The grey wolf watched in terror as the fox continued down and down into the gargantuan shaft, his best friend moaning, growling and snarling as the fox went further and further in. The legs, then the long bushy tail at last slipped in, the gaping cum slit closing in around the cock's meal.

Baylith couldn't turn his eyes away, his erection straining to be let free. He had heard of vore, and that some large predators had done it orally, but he thought that cock vore was just a myth! A strangely perverted fictional sex fetish!

But, here, in front of his eyes, his muscle gutted friend had just swallowed a fur whole...with his cock!

Was he next? Baylith was now wondering if coming here was such a good idea. The door was just over there, he could just run out, get a bus, go home, forget that this ever happened...

While his mind raced with ideas, the saber-toothed wolf had come up behind the wolf, and rested a paw on his shoulder, making Baylith nearly jump out of his fur.

"Oh God, no, please don't eat me!" Baylith cried out, the large, low hanging cock and balls churning with its last meal.

Joey just laughed. "Baylith, I'm not going to eat you," he said, picking up the wolf. "I want to help you with those bullies. And I know just how to do it."

Baylith's daydream was cut short by the feeling of his cock spreading even wider to take in the shoulders, making the wolf gasp and moan, as the orange and black striped fur of his tormenter was slowly taken in deeper and deeper into his cock.

The wolf was shaking, the pleasure of his cock being spread wide to get his revenge on Matt. If it wasn't for the fact that a huge, burly feline was half way up his cock right now, he would have shot his load all over the wall in front of him. But he managed to focus; focus on getting his torturer inside his cock; focus on teaching the "Alpha" a lesson. And he knew just how to do it.

The rest of the last weekend had been spent learning how to cock vore that fox that Joey had already "eaten" being used: with CV, he was told, the predator had a choice: either fully digest the prey (which was illegal in most parts of the world, as it was akin to murder), or reform them. And the best part of reforming, Joey told Baylith, was that the reformed fur could be "shaped" by the predator. How you got nourishment from vore was that you take stuff from the prey's body, like fat, muscle, or even knowledge and mind, and add it to yourself. And, to make things even better, you could rewire the prey's mind, making a submissive dominant, or a dom a sub. It was a grey area legally, but nothing could really stop it, so most people just turned a blind eye.

But now, the wolf needed to finish up. Baylith's hungry pole was sliding itself over the tiger's pectoral muscles, then past the first row of abdominal muscles, then the second and the third, which now pinned the tiger's arms to his side, making it so much easier. Even if he woke up now, nothing could stop him from being vored.

And he must have been waking, for he could feel the beast inside his cock start to twist and move. Baylith gasped, his penis spurting out more pre from the feeling of Matt trying to escape.

Baylith moaned, a grin forming on his face. "About time you learned your place, Matt," the wolf remarked, yipping as his stretched cock met the tiger's, which was hard and dripping pre, making the wolf snigger.

"And you said I was gay?" he continued, reaching one hand for the smaller feline member, and quickly stroking it off. The tiger inside him started to twitch and wither, making the feeling for the wolf twice as powerful as before. But Matt couldn't hold it, cumming almost instantly all over the outstretched python that came from Baylith's groin.

As the tiger's cock spurted the last bit of seed out, the wolf's went into overdrive. Matt, the orgasm having basically drained what fight was left as the afterglow set in, was now helpless, the cock at last reaching past the cock and balls of the bully, and surging ahead to his knee caps, and surging again to the ankles.

Baylith, the entire tiger almost fully in his cock (stretching almost 7 feet long as well!), then started the next stage: moving the tiger into his sac. It was difficult, because, despite being stretchy, and having the ability to basically compressing the victim, taking over 300 pounds of muscle at once wouldn't be good for it. So Baylith decided the process of "reforming" would begin now as well.

With willpower alone, Baylith made the tiger trapped inside his cock start to shrink. And shrink. And shrink some more. Soon the tiger was about the height of those that tormented him: five foot 10, and a measly 150 pounds. The muscle was then absorbed by Baylith: his 5' 11" frame instantly enlarging: the small arms he bulged out, turning into biceps (not very well defined, but they were there now compared to before), and his chest puffed out, but again, not very far, while he now stood at six feet even.His legs also got bigger, more so to support the weight of the now larger upper body than to become those that were like the tiger that his member had swallowed and he was now changing. Getting as big as Joey was going to take months, if not years... but this was going to be a great head start.

The rest of the muscle and weight he took off went to fuelling his body's processes. For a first time, the reforming process would always be inefficient, which would only get better the more he did it.

But, at last, the tiger was a more manageable size. Baylith then reached for his gargantuan cock, and pulled it upward, allowing the humbled bully to then slip from his cock into his sac, folding over himself and being "freeze dried" into a more manageable size.

The wolf, his cock also having been retracted to a more manageable size, collapsed onto the ground. He was panting heavily, and his mind was flooded with lewd thoughts of how to further "punish" the former Alpha. But he couldn't yet. Oh no.

He still had two more to deal with. He laughed quietly, before clearing his throat.

"Butch!" he bellowed in a voice that could have only been from the tiger. "C'mon over here! I think you need to see this!"

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Baylith now had a more purposeful step. He felt better than ever. He was a bit taller and bigger, but it was barely noticeable to those that barely knew him. He wore a larger t-shirt today anyway, and a pair of sweats that did a decent job of hiding his newly engorged package.

And the whole school seemed to have breathed a sigh of relief when Matt and his gang didn't show up that morning, their minds searching for new ways to torture people. It had been an alright day, to be honest.

But in the late afternoon, right before the end of the day, the intercom bellowed. "Baylith Katan! Please report to the office immediately!"

The wolf sighed, before rising from his desk, shuddering as he felt his sensitive sac tingle with the feeling of the extra weight. He made his way out to hall as normally as he could, before walking down the long halls to the office at the entrance of the school. However, ever since last night, every step he took seemed to affect him: his groin was so sensitive, and his erection was almost always hard from the thought of what he had done, and the feeling of his overstretched sac.

He walked into the outer room, and the old female Rottweiler didn't even look up, but pointed for the slightly open door behind her: the principal's office.

With a gulp, the wolf walked in, doing his best to not attract attention to his condition. Baylith then poked a head into the office, to see the tall, brown haired and black maned, average build stallion, sitting behind his desk, in a well-fitting suit and red tie, with glasses perched on his muzzle as he continued looking at the paper in front of him.

"Come in Mr. Katan," he said. "And close the door behind you."

The wolf then slipped in, pulling the wooden door shut.

As soon as Baylith was sitting, the stallion took his glasses off, and rubbed his eyes. "Now, where do we begin?"

"Um, sir?" the wolf asked.

The horse looked up. "I know what you did yesterday, Baylith," the horse said. "I have the surveillance to prove it."

The wolf nearly wanted to smash his head into the desk. He completely forgot about the security cameras!

The horse turned over to the computer behind him, and in a few clicks brought up the scene in black and white: a wolf CV'ing a tiger, then a bear, and an otter, then walking away.

The Principal turned back around. "So, where do I begin now? First, this brings a list of criminal charges as long as that cock got," (the comment made Baylith turn bright red from the fact his principal was talking about his big cock!), "and then calls from their parent's, which I couldn't explain to them. And now, cops are going to be showing up to follow up three missing person's reports."

Baylith was stunned. Joey did not tell him about this... "Umm, sir..."

"I'm not finished!" the principal barged in. "And lastly... you did a good job here."

The wolf stared at the horse sitting across the desk. What the hell?

"For one thing, those boys were going to get their comeuppance sooner or later; either later this year, or soon after they got out of school next summer." The horse grinned. "All you did was made it sooner."

"What about the police?" Baylith asked.

"Found a couple loopholes in the laws. No one will be prosecuted. No record: the files are going to be destroyed."

Baylith sighed in relief. "So I get off?"

The horse chortled. "Yes. And, from what I can tell, you better actually get off as well."

The wolf looked at his principal with wide eyes at the sexual pun. Oh God... a sexual pervert is running the place?

The bell rang. The horse looked up at the clock, and nodded. "Okay, Baylith. You're free to go."

The wolf stood up, and the horse rose as well. Baylith tried to maintain eye contact, but, despite his best efforts, his eyes kept going down toward the horse's crotch, which, even for an equine, was huge.

Baylith shook his head, then smiled and made for the door.

"And, one more thing," the horse said, leaning up against the desk, which only pushed his package out even more for Baylith to see.

"Yes sir?" the wolf asked, bitting his lip.

The horse grinned. "You can stop calling me Sir. You know my name."

Baylith sighed in relief. "Yes, Mr. Spirit." And he at last left.

The horse chortled, before walking back behind his desk, patting his crotch. It was always so fun to tease those students that were old enough: he remembered the "first" time he did that, in an outdoor school in Ancient Greece... man, what a year that was. Maybe he should go back again, just see how those students were doing.

The horse chuckled. Nothing was like time travel: the ability to do whatever you want, whenever you want; clearly the best thing about this job.

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Baylith, as best as he could, ran to the old pickup truck belonging to Joey, though by now the sensitivity was so much he was ready to pull his pants down and cum right there... eight hours of torture, not helped by those last few minutes with Mr. Spirit.

"So, what was that about?" the saber-toothed wolf said as he shifted the truck into gear and pulled out of the parking lot.

"Well, I just got off the hook. And now, I better actually get off," Baylith smirked, using the pun to his advantage.

Joey nodded, before he stopped, furrowing his brows. "Really?"

Baylith shrugged. "Blame the principal for that one."

The saber-toothed wolf laughed. "The horny bastard; the only reason they seem to keep him around is that he is a good history teacher, and really good with his students."

Baylith nodded. "I can see that."

They at last pulled up to Joey's house again, and quickly stormed through the door, Joey locking it behind him. Despite the size of the muscle gut wolf with the two large fangs, Baylith could never get over how small the place was. But Baylith didn't think about that for long, as he watched Joey take off his large muscle shirt, showing off his thick, hard stomach. Joey grinned, before at last taking off his pants, allowing his hard on free, standing up at a proud 24 inches.

Baylith also took of his clothes, showing off his more built physique, before at last slipping the jock strap that he "borrowed" from Matt, allowing the now 11 inch sensitive piece of flesh free, with a full to bursting sac underneath.

"Alright, let's see 'em," Joey grinned, as Baylith grabbed his cock and started jerking it off. He moaned as he did so, as he felt the taller beast move behind him, slipping his cock in between the cute little ass cheeks of his buddy. He reached a paw around Baylith, and grabbed hold of the sensitive rod attached to Baylith, making the smaller wolf howl in ecstasy, before his cock jumped once, twice, three times, spitting out a massive amount of seed, and landing in the separate puddles.

Joey leaned down, and found the muzzle of his mate, and the two kissed passionately, before at last breaking to look to the puddles on the floor.

The cum then started moving, shifting, growing larger. White figures started to rise up, all of them much smaller and nowhere near as muscular as the former being they were.

The seed started to shift colors, one cum monster turning orange, black and tawny, one turning black, and the last one becoming brown. In moments, the three former bullies emerged, completely changed.

Baylith grinned, and took a step forward. "So you all know what happened?"

All three nodded sadly.

"And we are sorry for it," new Matt said.

The wolf chuckled. "I knew you would be. So, now you get to start making up for it," he said, a grin crossing his face as he stroked his once again hard cock.

The three looked to their former predator, and down the package below, and a new excitement sparkled behind their eyes.

"ME FIRST!" they all shouted at once. Baylith and Joey grinned at their new Alphas turned sluts. Looks like their evening had been planned out for them.