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Author's Notes: All the people in the story are fictional. Most places are works of fiction, and as such do not exist. Any similarities to places and people are purely coincidental. Also, unless otherwise specified, the times are on the same day. Jason Fern is JasonWerefox, Aries belongs to WereFox on FA. Nex_Canis appears here for a pivotal role. Barney Zhou and Paul Schumann belong to me.

Disclaimer: Contains multiple sex scenes. Some bad language as well. Incest in the latter part.

11.45 CST

July 30th 2016

Alert Research Facility

Canada

Lieutenant George A. Lysander

"My Lord, may I ask a favor?" the new servant asked of Anubis.

"Go ahead" Anubis replied. He could read the thoughts of the tiger in front of him with ease. There was little that was hidden.

"I'd like to visit my mom at the Pentagon. How do I get there quickly?" Greg asked the jackal demigod in front of him.

"I could fly him there" a familiar voice volunteered. Anubis did not have to turn to know who it was. He already knew.

"Come on, I'm a stealth wolf now. Please?" Captain Nex said, giving Anubis his version of puppy-dog eyes.

In truth, he could not have been more visible. Nex had worked with Ptah on a body and had sought approval from Anubis. The resulting form was a white winged wolf with gold thunderbolts speckling the fur. The eyes were a deep, sapphire color. Nex's tail had a golden tip. On the left wrist, masquerading as a watch was a gold bracelet. This emitted micro-jammers that stopped radar from locking onto his signature. Heat-seekers would still hurt had Nex not been gifted with the ability to manipulate water. He could now manipulate water in the air to cloak his heat signature. Wire-guided missiles such as the TOW should not be a problem if he stayed out-of-sight.

"No. I have a better idea that does not involve you waving to Air Force One at Andrews" Anubis said.

"Aw, come on. I want to test the bracelet in the field" Nex whined.

"And ask Ptah to fashion a new one? I had to pay him just for your current one" Anubis answered calmly, absent-mindedly rubbing his sheath.

"I'm sure Ptah won't mind making a new one if his smile was an indicator" Ra appeared, causing Nex to bolt into the air.

"Ra, can Thoth open a portal within the mortal plane?" Anubis asked the older god.

"No, that is the specialty of Set, Pyro, your father and yourself. Only the four of you can pull that off. We just appear and disappear where we want to be" Ra answered, ticking names off his fingers. The lion god was asking for it. His sentences had become dizzying the longer he strayed from Set's bed. The wolf was capable of delivering what the younger Anubis wanted to the lion.

"Ok, do I still have to draw runes?"

"No need. Just focus on a flat space and project a door" Ra said, turning around to expose his naked ass. The lion god shook his ass provocatively to try and grab the jackal's attention. When he failed, he vanished in a puff of white smoke.

"Come, Lysander. Your mother waits" Anubis said, opening a portal to the Pentagon via one of the intact wall sections. Maybe I will grab that ass, he thought.

"My Lord, are you coming as well?" the tiger Lycan asked.

"Okay. I want some of your mother's oatmeal and raisin cookies" the demigod replied with a genuine smile, stepping into the portal. Pyro sighed as well and followed the other two into the portal. He was the bodyguard after all.

09.45 hours

Rear Admiral Elizabeth A. Lysander's Office, 3rd Floor

Pentagon

Arlington, Virginia

The three bipeds entered the office to the shock of the staff inside. When one made to call for security, Anubis' hand shot out and pulled the young man to his feet. Staring deeply into the human's eyes, he implanted a seed of belonging within the soul of the fortunate human. The seed would sprout the longer the young human stayed around Lycans.

Pyro positioned himself outside the outer office door, drawing stares and rude whispers from the numerous military and civilian personnel making their rounds. It was testament to Anubis' foresight that he was wearing standard khaki with his rank and unit insignia. He may be a wolf, but a uniformed one at that. Only the circulating marines noted that a piece of the insignia was upside-down. Even then, none of them made mention to the black wolf at the door; out of fear of being torn apart.

Inside, Anubis and George were busy converting the staff to not fear them. Anubis set down the dazed human back onto his deck and made his way towards the inner office door. Every human he passed had a dazed look in their faces, the rational parts of their minds simply shut down from the overloading of pleasure receptors.

George took one look at Anubis and understood what he had to do. The demigod would sit this one out. Knocking on the door, he waited for his mother's sobs to stop. To their sensitive hearing, the prefabricated pine door kept little in.

"Go away. I'm not in the mood"

Still, the newborn Lycan persisted. It was his mother, after all. She believed she lost a son. He would have to convince her otherwise.

"Mom, let me in! I'm home from Canada. Please open the door?" he spoke through the door. "Mom, I know you're there. I can smell your salty tears" he continued.

The shuffling of feet inside meant his mother was up and ready to open the door. George stood just to the left of the door. Anubis was carving runes into the carpet with his claw tip. The runes had no power; they were just something to pass the time with.

The door opened and out stepped Rear Admiral Lysander. She advanced on her son who had his arms outstretched. Without warning, she slapped him across his muzzle. Stunned, the jet-black wolf dropped his arms.

Anubis chuckled, drawing both of the Lysander's attention. He knew from the scent of the mother that a slap was in the offing. He was not going to tell the young Lycan, oh no. Where was the fun in that?

"What is so funny?! For all I know, you are responsible for his current condition!" Beth Lysander said, focusing her fury at Anubis.

"And if I was? Who are you to make me change him back?" Anubis answered, steepling his hands. He had sat down to watch the exchange and felt no reason to tower over the human.

"I WANT MY SON BACK!" she screamed at the demigod.

"Mom..."

"Not now. I'm going to give him a piece of my mind" raising her hand to strike the demigod before her.

"Mom, he's a god. He already knows what's in your mind"

"He's a mangy dog who got left by the curb! He does not deserve to be here" she replied, pulling her hand back to slap with full force. She put her entire weight into the strike. And could not move her arm a millimeter.

Anubis simply held her arm. She could struggle all she liked in his steel grip, he won't let her go until she cools down. If he truly wanted, he could snap her arm like a toothpick. That would, however, be counter-productive. He preferred the mental approach.

Listen to reason! I did not ask for this form, yet I was chosen. I chose your son to serve as one of my soldiers. He can still function as a human. It is his choice whether he wants to or not. I gave your son back to you. I wish I could say the same of the task force that accompanied me into Canada a month and a half ago!

"That was you? Your unit got bombed into ashes. How did you survive?" Beth gasped. She had heard snippets of what had transpired in Canadian airspace. She was not aware that the jackal in front of her was the task force leader of the betrayed unit.

"It was. I survived because of what I have become. Do you wish to hear it?" Anubis probed.

"No. Save it for another time. I'm just confused that you brought my son back to me. I thought I would never see him again. Thank you" Beth replied, whispering the last sentence.

"You are welcome. I must depart. Our betrayer is heading this way. It is not yet time for her to meet the gates of Hell"

"Wait, I must know. Who is she?"

Secretary of State Rose Simmons. She ordered the bomb run on my team, fully knowing our intentions on the ground. If she attempts to arrest you or your son, touch his collar or your brooch. It will take you to my father's palace. You will be safe there. I am leaving Pyro with you as your personal bodyguard.

A collar of leather and gold appeared around the thick neck of the tiger. A rune was etched into the gold plate. A ruby brooch appeared on the admiral's dress uniform. It was in the shape of a jackal's head.

Pyro, get in here. I have a new mission for you.

Pyro met some of his old buddies from the Corps. They had chatted a bit until Anubis summoned him back into the office. With a pillar of flame, the pyromage vanished from the cafeteria and appeared inside Admiral Lysander's office. His colleagues had to pick up their jaws from the ground.

My Lord?

You are to remain on this plane. I know how much Set would like to see you. He can wait. Right now, I need you to guard the Lysander family. Simmons might set up an "accident" just like she did in Canada. If you find that you don't want to, I will summon Nex instead. The choice is yours.

I cannot stay here. My old comrades are asking too many questions.

Are they willing? I can make an exception if they are.

I'm not sure. Three of them are the security detail of our betrayer. I tried making them more appreciative of our efforts. I failed, their loyalty runs deep.

Leave that to me, brother. I can manipulate them into a spot tight enough to be in our advantage. I will summon Nex.

Thank you, my Lord. For everything.

Anubis raised an eyebrow at the last statement. Shrugging his muscled shoulders, the demigod called on his expert attack dog.

Nex, I need you. No lolly-gagging.

In a puff of grey smoke, the winged wolf appeared before Anubis, Pyro and the two Lysander family members.

"You rang?" Nex asked, wearing nothing more than a towel around his waist to hide his modesty. He appeared to have been having a shower when Anubis called.

"No, I summoned. I want you to guard the Lysander family" Anubis replied, intending it to be an order.

The towel dropped from around Nex's waist. It was apparent why the wolf was wearing it. He was nursing an enormous erection. The canine's ebony cock was at full mast and dripping steadily.

"You mean I can stay here?" Nex answered with glee. Anubis merely groaned at the winged wolf's statement. The bouncing cock was not helping.

"You will stay here and protect the Lysander family. I don't want you to leave them unattended. Additionally," Anubis stretched out his hand "use this to call for support" tossing an emerald-encrusted ball towards the white wolf.

"What's this? A new toy?" Nex asked excitedly.

"It is to summon fifty Anubites to get you out of a sticky situation. You can use it repeatedly, but they only answer to me. Understood?"

"Excuse me, but how will this protect us and who is he?" Beth inquired from the demigod, ignoring the fun on Nex's face.

Anubis bent and kissed the human female. "It is a deterrent. You can call it a family curse if you want. He is Captain Neil Canis of the USAF. I call him Nex"

"Mom, let him be. He has other things to do, right Anubis?" George told his mother, giving the jackal puppy-dog eyes. Anubis merely winked at the tiger and vanished with Pyro.

At just that moment, the door opened to show Secretary Simmons. She missed the two "Lycans" by mere seconds. Having them slip through her fingers made her blood boil. She attempted to make a move on the tiger, only to be stopped by a powerful hand keeping her at bay. Without even looking at the owner, she demanded to be let go of at once. Nex complied and sent her sprawling on the carpeted floor with both arms pinned behind her back.

"UNHAND ME AT ONCE! I'M NOT JOKING!" she screamed into the carpet.

And deny me my revenge? I did not go into Canada just to die to some enterprising bitch with a superiority complex. You of all people should know that my Lord does not forget. Neither does he forgive easily with the act of betrayal you had done against the task force.

Cold sweat dripped down the nape of the secretary. She was caught and she knew it. However, she wasn't a good bluffer for nothing.

"You're lying. You have no proof that I had a hand in it" she bluffed, twisting free of the vise-like grip.

"Oh? What of the SAS on the ground? They were also burned. Do you want the British government to know that Americans are the masters of double-talk and betrayal?" Nex whispered into her ear. "You are fortunate that you have yet to face the judgment. Otherwise," Nex stood up and yanked the secretary as he did so "I can kill you right now"

Nex was not expecting the Cabinet secretary to kick him in the nuts. Had he known, he would have shielded himself. Howling with pain, he released the human. Rose took this opportunity to get up and attempt to handcuff the tiger.

The sound of a gun being cocked stopped her in her tracks.

"ENOUGH! Get out of my office. Cabinet member or not, you do not attack my guests" Admiral Lysander pointedly said, aiming her Glock 17 at the squirming civilian.

In the commotion caused by Nex and Rose, Beth was able to dash back into her office and grab her service weapon. She loaded 9mm parabellum rounds into the magazine and had already taken it off safety. All that was left was to cock the gun. When she did so, she aimed at the forehead of the offending civilian.

"This isn't over! Mark my words! One day, I'll be back for all of you" Secretary Simmons said, slamming the door behind her as she left.

"Marlyn, get an ice pack from the fridge!" Beth yelled at her chief of staff. The dazed woman sprang into action and grabbed one of the ready packs in the freezer. Tossing it over to her boss, she watched impassively as Beth placed it on the orange-sized testicles of the angel.

Nex moaned out in pain once more as he felt for any damage to his testes. Beth had placed an icepack on where she thought the injury was. She succeeded in bringing down the erection and slowing blood flow to the affected tissue. Throughout the pain, Nex was still able to send a mental message to Anubis.

She's feisty. She drop-kicked me in the gonads. It hurts so bad. Why can't I kill her now?

I told you before that she was a slippery one. She's ex-CIA, knows every dirty trick in the book. The stunt she pulled just cost her painless death. I was going for an MI while she slept. Now, I'm moving it up to MI while awake. If she pulls another stunt as big as our burn, I'll let you pull out her bones. One bleeding section at a time. Make her scream.

Anubis focused on his friend's form and stopped the pain. Analyzing the injury, he was happy to learn that there was no lasting damage. Maybe some blood in the urine for the next eighteen hours, but nothing permanent. Nex would be very upset if it were.

Bring them home Nex. Greg can grab a bite from one of the machines nearby or at Subway. Beth can have her regular afternoon coffee at Starbucks. You just have to move fast. I'm dispatching two Secret Service agents your way now. I still have to work Canid some more.

Time: Irrelevant

Location: Egyptian Netherworld

Place: Palacio de Anubis

"Oh yes, the Lycan rogue would have to pay for the cost to the operations" Anubis thought lewdly, imagining the wolf in shackles as he plowed the ass roughly. His two foot long cock was already out of its sheath and waving in the air with each step.

"Sir, you may want to use this" Aurum said, handing a cat o' nine tails to the demigod. Anubis looked at the spike attachments and merely shook his head. Pain won't break Canid. Something more insidious would.

"No thanks. I want to do this my way" Anubis replied, patting the furred head of Colonel Price.

"I'll be at Hereford. The lads and I are itching to get back into the harness. I'll be in touch, sir" the golden-furred wolf told his savior.

"Do what you must. I'm not going to need your services for a while" Anubis replied, flashing a smile at the wolf.

Price shuddered at the image that popped in. He was not able to sit properly for three human weeks after he had drunkenly mistook Anubis' erect member for a dildo. The demigod kept him on the edge of ecstasy for three days, only allowing him release on the last hour of the third day. If that was what he would do to Canid, Osiris help the mortal Lycan.

The demigod and the Lycan both turned a corner and made their way into a splendid chamber. Inside, Canid was pacing like a caged wolf. Which he was. The heavy, bronze doors opened and Anubis and Price stepped forth.

"Why did you not kill me when we were on the surface?" Canid spat out.

"It did not serve my purpose. I wanted you alive" Anubis said sagely, mimicking a certain senior officer's tone and pitch.

"Just accept that you are alive to begin with laddie, there are worse fates in the universe" Price interjected.

"Yeah, he spared my life so I become his personal fuck toy!" Canid fired back.

ENOUGH! I am not vindictive. I will be if you continue to whine like a spoiled brat. I do not tolerate insufferable wimps who run at the first sign of danger.

Canid shut up. He was out of bounds and he knew it. Unlike the human female Nex had encountered, the Lycan bowed his head and whimpered contritely.

Anubis approached the mortal quickly, tipping his muzzle upwards. Peering directly into Canid's eyes, he input a relative sense of calm. The wolf relaxed and lay down on the plush Persian rug.

Whoops, too much calm, Anubis thought. Canid had a glazed-over look on his face that made him suggestive to a large number of things. Things like sex, sex and more sex.

"Price, close the door when you leave. I'm going to enjoy this" Anubis told his subordinate, stroking his thick cock. Price did so, stealing one last look at the doomed Lycan. With a thud, the great doors sealed and melded together. No one save Anubis or Horus could open them now.

Time: Irrelevant

Place: Palacio de Anubis

Anubis Schumann's Quarters

Anubis approached the dazed Lycan on the carpet. With each step he took, his cock began to leak drop after copious drop of pre. Licking his lips, he commanded the clothed Lycan to strip. As Canid did so, Anubis noted the faint bite mark on the werewolf's neck.

"Strange, I thought you were the Alpha wolf?" Anubis asked the dazed rogue.

"I am. We had a leadership fight and the challenger got a grip on my neck. I flung him off and tore out his heart" Canid answered in a monotone. Inwardly, Canid was trying to resist the calming effect Anubis had placed. Whatever it was, the former Alpha was finding it extremely difficult to resist. It seemed that the harder he tried, the stronger the effect became.

"That will no longer be of any consequence. When I'm done with you, there will no longer be any challengers. What do you say to that?" Anubis continued.

"I accept... my Lord" Canid answered, throwing off the tranquility aura while kneeling before the jackal demigod.

"Hmm, you threw off the tranquil aura. I wonder if you also have Egyptian blood, much diluted" muttered the jackal. Canid heard every word.

"How about we discuss this after we have fun? Pleasure before business" the Lycan rogue suggested amorously.

"Yes, lets" Anubis replied in kind, pulling the wolf closer to himself. Inhaling softly, the demigod planted a kiss on Canid's lips. Canid opened his mouth and wrapped his tongue around the larger one invading the orifice. Each fought for dominance, yet only one would be the victor. Anubis locked his massive jaws around the smaller wolf's own, cutting off the mortal's air supply, as he jockeyed for position. Canid passed out within three minutes. Victorious, Anubis carried the unconscious wolf to the voluptuous bed and put him down lightly. He proceeded to wake the sleeping Lycan.

"Wake up, little one. We're not done yet" Anubis roused the unconscious Lycan.

Groggily, Canid fought off sleep to be nearer to the warmth of Anubis' meat. At the moment, the smaller Lycan could only fit the head of the two foot cock in his mouth. Teasing the slit with his rough tongue, Canid was rewarded with a small shot of pre. This reward was more than enough for him to continue licking and sucking on the succulent member. Anubis simply panted softly at the attention on his member. With a grunt, he allowed a thick rope of semen to surge out of his massive testicles and into the waiting maw of the wolf.

Canid was caught off-guard by the powerful blast of cum. The blast knocked him backwards into a supine position. Getting up, he then lapped at the dripping seed.

Unbeknownst to the two lovers, Horus was watching them have at each other. The falcon god merely chuckled as his student appeared to enjoy the novice-looking blowjob. Horus knew, on the other hand, that if he tarried too long in the room, he might just join them. The musk wafting upwards was already making his head spin. And Anubis was just getting started. What more when the demigod was in the throes of ecstasy?

As Horus spread his wings to fly away, a mental presence stopped him dead in his tracks. It was Anubis Senior.

I know you are watching my son and his new lover. Why don't you join them? You rarely have fun these days. Go, Ra is still preoccupied with Set's pounding. I slipped them both a lust potion and an endurance potion, courtesy of Sahkmet.

Mulling it over, the falcon god made his decision.

Anubis was enjoying the stimulation that the mortal was providing. In a random instance, he deployed a pulse upward and sideward. This pulse resembled that of radar or sonar. If any of these two made contact with an object, information was returned about the said object. As he was about to release another burst of cum into Canid's waiting maw, he detected an anomaly.

Instead of withholding the burst he allowed it to continue, he would confront the intruder after the jet was released.

"I'm sorry if I intruded on a private moment. I just want to join you as well" Ra said sheepishly, running his talons through his feathers. The falcon god's cock was tenting the loincloth he was wearing, staining it considerably.

"I thought you were Ra. He seems to want more and more of my cock inside him lately. Can't that lion understand I don't enjoy his company?" Anubis replied, poking fun at the sex-crazed lion.

"If Ra heard that..." Horus started, before he was cut off.

"Then he's free to enter, IF he can break the seals" Anubis told the falcon. "Come; loosen up the mortal's rear for me"

Horus folded his wings on his back and removed his soaked loincloth. After he had done so, the nine-inch cock stood straight and glistened in the torchlight. If the discarded loincloth was anything to go by, the falcon was dripping the entire time.

"Canid, this is Horus" Anubis indicated the approaching falcon. "He's going to mount you from the rear. You can't take me as it is"

Canid stopped his ministrations to ponder the information. Thinking it irrelevant to his condition, he just nodded his head and continued working Anubis' cock.

That was all the prodding that Horus needed. Positioning his slick cock, he took a moment to evaluate the situation. As he did so, he unconsciously rubbed his cock with pre, slickening it. Thrusting forward, the falcon hilted his cock fully within the willing Lycan; making the latter moan out. With the amount of musk in the room, both Canid and Horus felt close to orgasm. Only Anubis was unaffected, on the surface at least.

With a grunt accompanying each thrust, Horus thrust two more times before releasing his divine seed. As the seed surged forth, Canid could hold back no longer and spilled his mortal seed onto the silk bed covers. Anubis continued thrusting his cock in and out of the captive Lycan's mouth. Speeding up his thrusts, the demigod kept fucking the willing mouth of Canid. Fifteen minutes later, Anubis let loose with a tidal wave of cum that the Lycan could barely swallow.

Anubis was firing rope after sticky rope into the Lycan's maw. Being unable to swallow it all, a large amount leaked out and onto the Lycan's body and the bed underneath. The large amount of cum matted the wolf's fur, exposing muscle groups hidden under the thick fur.

Horus panted as he pulled out of Canid's rear. In all his time, he never came that hard before. His orbs felt rather empty, compared to the pulsing orbs of Anubis. The falcon was spared from most of the cum blast by Canid's body. There were some parts of his wings that were undeniably coated with some spatter. It was worth it to have fun again.

"Horus, my friend. You want to switch this time?" Anubis panted out.

"Sure, why not" the falcon agreed. If anything, he was hornier than usual.

"Good, I believe that the mortal is loose enough to at least get some of my length in. It's the width that he has to worry about" Anubis replied.

Changing positions, Anubis had the ass while Horus had the mouth. With nary a second to spare, Anubis thrust his cock up the slickened hole. Canid let loose with a moan before he was gagged by Horus' member. The former Lycan did not know it at the moment, but the two divine beings were changing him into one of their own. For the moment, he was lost in ecstasy.

Anubis quickened his pace. Every so often, a few more inches slipped inside Canid's ass. The juices that the demigod was secreting were allowing his cock more room to expand inside the Lycan's body. If Anubis wanted to turn the mortal, his chance was coming. With the liters of Anubis' seed inside him, coupled with Horus' load, Canid felt light-headed. His cock was pulsing with need, yet nothing was surging forth.

Just as before, Horus dumped his load into the squirming Lycan. The thick, creamy semen was now watery. It was no matter, it still served the purpose. Extracting himself from Canid, Horus lay on his back with wings splayed.

If the falcon god was done, Anubis was not even close. Pressure was building within the jackal demigod's scrotum. Anubis was steadily pushing himself deeper and deeper into Canid. With each thrust, the wolf pushed back subtly.

Canid was in heaven. Opening his amber eyes, the former Alpha leaned back onto Anubis' still-impaled cock. With a growl, he wanted more of the meat inside him. Clenching and unclenching his muscles, he pulled more of the throbbing member into him.

Anubis was pleased with what Canid was trying to achieve. The mortal wanted the gift he was about to let loose. He'd be rewarded for his dedication. With one final thrust, Anubis hilted inside the now eleven foot Lycan and let his seed surge forward. Canid howled as something akin to a naval battery was sent surging through him.

The last batch of seed from Anubis sent Canid over the edge. The orgasm was nothing short of mind-blowing.

Anubis howled in sync with his...mate. For some celestial reason, Anubis felt he no longer had to bear the fate of the world on his shoulders. He would share it with the wolf demigod in front of him. As Canid slept off his new change, Anubis' mind was on other things.

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12.00 hours

Ground Floor Cafeteria

Pentagon

Arlington, Virginia

Lunch break for the over 3,000 personnel that made up the staff and workers at the Pentagon, the nation's command center. Not all of them were military or military affiliates, a little over a quarter were civilians. All of them, however, had signed a contract of confidentiality. This bound them, under penalty of death, not to reveal any of the secret missions or plans that passed under their gaze. It also kept them from revealing who or what was strolling on the grounds.

It was times like this that Sergeant Donald Tramp hated the confidentiality agreement.

He had seen two obvious non-humans having a sub and coffee. The rest of the staff pretended not to notice the two individuals. As of the moment, he was rendered powerless to do anything. Unless the two did something that violated the rules of conduct, he could not make a move on them.

Captain Neil Canis felt eyes on his person. After acquiring Anubis' IFF trait, he knew who it was. He ignored the human, instead keeping an eye on his two charges. For a little over two hours, numerous humans had attempted to approach the trio. When they got within a good three meters, their attention was diverted elsewhere.

The sergeant finished his soda, disposing of the can in one of the waste receptacles nearby. He approached the familiar winged wolf. Those eyes could only belong to one officer, Neil Canis. Keeping his hands free, the sergeant made a beeline for the table. At around three meters, he was hit with a wave of energy that was supposed to divert him elsewhere. Instead of diverting, he continued forth towards the trio.

Neil watched with a mix of amusement and horror as the human fought his way through the energy waves. To Neil's eternal surprise, the sergeant stopped in front of him and knelt on the ground.

To the outside observer, the sergeant was merely looking for a contact lens. To Nex, the gunnery sergeant's intentions were clear. He wanted in.

"Donnie, why do you reek of hate? There are worse fates than to be like me" Nex said, using Gunny's pet name and startling Beth from her thoughts.

"I come before you so I can ask to serve his Lordship. How can I be of service?" Donnie answered, the words sounding alien to the sergeant's ears.

Truthfully, that was the work of the failsafe. If any human was able to breach the energy keeping them at bay, a more subtle approach overpowered their mental state. In this suggestive state, they would do the caster's bidding. The original caster was Set. The energy was emanating from the golden orb that Anubis had tossed to Nex earlier. Human resistance crumbled fairly easily. Lycanthropes were able to resist the pull altogether.

This was the first instance of a human, other than Anubis, who could stand up to the power of the orb.

Sergeant Tramp began to fight back. The aura that had encapsulated his very being was starting to crack under his resolute will. The alien feeling was starting to dissipate, allowing the human to begin reforming coherent thought.

"What...are...you...doing...to...me? Let...me...go,...damn it!" Donald spoke, his last phrase nearly coherent.

"Just relax, old friend. Allow the energy to calm you down" Nex said, trying to placate the human.

With the sound of Nex's voice, the sergeant faltered; allowing some of the energy to close around him once more. Opening his eyes, the sergeant made Beth gasp at the sight before her.

The once hazel eyes were now a verdant green. Within their depths, a spark was being fanned into life.

When the sergeant was younger, he had been fascinated by furs. Imagining he was one was an escape from the life he was living. Brushing up on the history of furs, he developed a fursona for himself. Cyberspace helped to hide his real identity.

He had once fashioned himself out to be a panther, his black fur blending in with the surroundings of a night jungle. He had commissioned an artist to give him a picture of what he dreamt about. What the artist handed back was nothing short of breathtaking.

The background was perfect, a masterpiece by itself. What rang a chord within was the werepanther posing for the artist. The black-furred cat was sitting underneath a tree, seemingly gazing at the painter. In his mind's eye, the sergeant browsed the firm, well-formed muscles that were laid out before him. The tightness of the drawing and the detail was well worth the price he paid for it. The artist had not accepted cash; he would be collecting something else when the time was right.

Now, the price was being broadcast into his head. If he found it too steep, he still could walk away.

Take your place alongside my messenger and your desire will come true. I will allow you still to leave in peace if you prefer to remain a human. Know, however, that this offer will only come once. The next time we meet, you will be turned by force.

As the sergeant mulled his options, the "voice" continued.

I am willing to grant you 48 hours to decide. I am not in a rush to recruit. Go home and think this through. When you have made up your mind, seek out Nex and he will take you to me. Tell him 'I seek the jackal's jewel'. He will know what to do.

At that moment Tramp was hurled backwards by an unseen force. Eyewitness accounts would relate it to one of those Hollywood action sequences.

Sergeant Donald Tramp crashed into one of the concrete walls surrounding the square. He got up and brushed himself off as if nothing had ever happened. The Delta Force member made off to his shift after checking time on his watch.

Nex smirked at the retreating sergeant's back. While the human was preoccupied with the mental communication between Anubis and himself, Nex was "listening" to the communiqué. Both Lysander members had looked at him questioningly as the weirdest of smiles made its way onto the winged wolf's face. They had no way of knowing that Nex was placed in charge of North American recruitment.

0900 hours

Hereford, England

SAS HQ

Corporal Llewellyn Ford

SAS WolfPack member, Charlie Company

Corporal Ford was at the memorial to commemorate the dead SAS members. As he prayed for colleagues and friends long gone, he gazed at the clock tower.

Colonel Price, Major McTavish, Private Griffin, Sub-lieutenant Charleston, Lieutenant Reye, Sergeant Roycewicz. Officers and enlisted men killed in one holocaust caused by a miscommunication between the ground forces and the air support. Until the present day, the SAS still blamed the Americans for the disaster that claimed their premier Tier One unit. It was the Strategic Air Command that took most of the blame. The A.S.R.O.C had bled with them that day and refused to back down from any threat.

He could imagine the bombs dropping on the ground units as the airplanes unloaded their deadly cargo. The corporal was fortunate in not being shipped with both Alpha and Bravo teams to Canada. Still, the unit had lost their CO, XO, and S-3 to a MOAB. A replacement was found but the scar remained. Lewis had paid a visit to his parish priest and was told that he had to move on.

That was three months ago.

Shaking his head to clear it, Corporal Ford was so caught up in his reminiscence that he failed to notice three shadows behind him. Without warning, one of the shadows grabbed the human and dragged him into a bush.

Upon waking, it became clear that he had been kidnapped. There was a small sack over his head and he could see that any means of escape was impossible. Through a small hole, he saw what appeared to be three werewolves guarding him. The lone exit was behind them and barred with a steel bolt. His only hope now lay in rescue by an SAS team.

A commotion outside the door drew the attention of the three wolves. Once they turned around, the door was blasted off its hinges. Two were caught off-guard and were pushed back by the shockwave. The third dug in his heels and took out the first rescuer with a swipe to the face. All three of the werewolves were neutralized by shots to the head and heart. One of the commandos in black pulled the sack off of Ford and untied him.

A familiar voice called out to the stunned corporal. It had the hint of the Scottish highlands.

"Lewis, are you all right? Good thing they didn't find the tracker. Come on, the rest of the team is outside securing the exfil" the commando informed the corporal.

"Who are you?" was the only question out of Ford's mouth before he blacked out.

Thirty minutes earlier...

13.30 hours

Baltimore, Ireland

Captain Jason Macintosh

Callsign: Bravo 6

SAS WolfPack

"Okay gents, we have intel from MI-5 that one of our boys was kidnapped from Hereford at 0900 hours today. He is currently being held in a safe house not far from here. Command wants him home in time for tea. Get your gear sorted out, we move out in ten"

"Sir, how sure are we that the information is accurate?" one of the SAS asked. The bloke was just a few months out of Selection. Still a rook in the eyes of the unit.

"It's solid. Phoenix already confirmed with the Home Office and MI-6. We go in now and catch them napping. We delay and we might be bringing home a stiff" Captain Macintosh replied. "Gentlemen, we can ill afford another Valley of Wolves. There is no room for error" he added, referring to the operation that went south in Canada.

The SAS did not need to be told twice. They packed their standard gear of four frags, four flashbang grenades, MP5 Suppressed and USP .45 Suppressed. They wore their standard Level III Kevlar ™ and packed extra magazines and rations. The entire assault force was prepped and ready in less than five minutes.

After a last-minute inspection, the captain nodded and the assembled personnel boarded the waiting helos. The unit was getting the usual pre-op butterflies. They were as prepared as they come. What happened during the next thirty minutes would be the deciding factor if the hostage lived or died.

"Vulture 3-2, this is Bravo 6. What does the FLIR show?" Captain Macintosh inquired from the Little Bird helicopter.

"Bravo 6, FLIR shows three tangos in a room with a fourth. Can't make it out properly because of the heat, but we assume it's our hostage" the operator inside Vulture 3-2 replied.

"Okay, fastest route?"

"Breach and clear. Door kickers and a flashbang tossed in. No prisoners" Baseplate interrupted the radio traffic.

Baseplate was General Marcus McGonagall. He had watched from afar as Price and MacTavish were killed on the ground. The satellite feed from that fateful day kept replaying in his mind. He saw them milling around a large figure that appeared to shelter them from the inevitable. As the first bombs dropped on their position, a blue energy dome surrounded the ground units. The first wave of bombs merely shuddered against the force field. The second, third, fourth and fifth waves cracked the shield. The sixth wave shattered the shield and exposed the ground units to the fiery assault. When the MOABs hit the deck, there was no chance of anything being alive down there. Before the first MOAB detonated, he saw a portal close at the periphery of the screen. When he had opened his mouth to order the operator to focus on the anomaly, it was gone and the MOAB detonated in a dazzling flash.

"Bravo 6 copies your last sir. Is MI-6 interested in prisoners?" Macintosh asked.

"That's a negative, Bravo 6. Kill them all!" General McGonagall spoke in his Scottish brogue.

The operation was a resounding success. They had managed to infiltrate the safe house without ringing any alarms. Their only obstacle was a steel reinforced door, reminding Bravo 6 of a bank vault. They found a way around it by placing a square block of Semtex™ on the door and detonating it. Their commotion alerted the three werewolves guarding Ford to what was happening. These three turned to face the intruders, their hackles rising. Within a span of three seconds, the door was breached and the shockwave slammed into two of the three wolves sending them sprawling.

A flashbang was tossed in and Ford crashed his chair away from the expected explosion. He was facing upwards when the flash occurred, sparing him from temporary blindness. The bang temporarily disrupted his hearing, tinnitus blocking his perception of sound.

The assault team had detonated a door kicker charge. This was a thermite "suitcase" and two cylinders of C4. The package was designed to smash submarine doors. It was used here since a plasma cutter would take too long and none of the team had one. At the moment of detonation, Bravo 6 had tossed in a flashbang for added confusion. After it had detonated, they swept the room. Private Wellington had his face torn open by an enraged werewolf. He was dead before he hit the floor. The other members opened up with 9mm parabellum rounds from their MP5s and three actually embedded their combat knives into the flesh of the anthromorph. One of the knives was inlaid with silver, killing the wolf when it sliced into the brachial artery.

When they had silenced the other two with close-range shots, Captain Macintosh made his way over to the captive. He removed the sack and sliced through the ropes holding Lewis.

"Lewis, are you all right? Good thing they didn't find the tracker. Come on, the rest of the team is outside securing the exfil" the commando informed the corporal.

"Who are you?" was the only question out of Ford's mouth before he blacked out.

When the corporal had blacked out, Mac assumed it was from the relief at being rescued. He had no way of knowing at that point that another power was at work here. He would find out who it was too late for any good to come out of it.

The team tossed a couple of frags into the room and cleared out. The detonation sent shrapnel into the floor, walls and ceiling of the room. Ford was evacuated out of there onboard a search-and-rescue (SAR) bird. He was taken to Ulster for treatment at the British detachment HQ. Within the coming months, Ford would betray his old unit to the terror cell that would bring the English to their knees.

14.30 hours GMT +1

Satory, France

GIGN HQ

Commander Alexandre Morel

AKA Loup-Garou 01 or Lima Golf 01

At the same time as the "rescue" of the kidnapped SAS, Commander Morel was reviewing the new recruits who wanted to join France's elite counter-terror unit. No one but the Foreign Legion Commander knew that Alexandre was a Lycan. He had concealed his identity because of the bad connotations associated with his species.

Back in the 16th century, a peasant girl was slain in the woods not far from where the GIGN headquarters presently stood. The local clergy sent for a renowned monster hunter to track down the beast responsible. The arrival of the hunter precipitated more attacks against the local population, necessitating the intervention of the Vatican and the dispatch of Msgr. Jacques Suzette to investigate. It was found that the hunter, far from slaying the beast, was indulging his primal nature by feeding alongside it. Monsignor Suzette had put a stop to this once and for all by dressing in a peasant's attire and concealing a silver dagger on his person. When the hunter and beast both appeared at a peasant gathering to celebrate the Harvest Moon, the bishop was waiting. Both of the murderers were stabbed at close quarters by the bishop with the silver knife when they had attempted to get at a coterie of girls sheltering behind the cleric. The bishop died alongside the two due to excessive blood loss. Bells rang throughout France to mourn the death of the fiery protector of the flock. The Pope himself officiated at the funeral of the deceased bishop. In memory of the bishop, a statue was erected in the town of Cacique portraying him slaying the two beasts. One was bipedal, the other a quadruped. The sculptor believed that the monsters were wolves and portrayed them accordingly.

It was very close to the actual truth.

More recently was the attack on a SEAL team investigating a terror cell by the River Meuse. The creature was brought to Satory to be studied before being incinerated. Alexandre was pacing in his office in his Lycan form when a knock had sounded. Immediately, Alexandre put on his cloak and opened the door carefully. There was always a risk that the one at the door was not a member of the trusted circle and was there to facilitate in his execution.

The one at the door was his confidant, Corporal Mocha Chiffon. The corporal had informed his commander that there was a corpse in the loading bay. Would the commander want to see the strange corpse?

Morel did and was shocked to be informed by the NATO representative that this creature had slain several members of the elite US Navy SEAL unit. Morel knew it was not true. However, he could not voice it out due to his sensitive position. If word ever got out about his condition, he was finished. What would await him was the guillotine. No trial, no appeal.

Currently, the GIGN commander had no time to dwell on the past. A flood of new recruits had appeared to attempt entry into the unit. He had called up his mate, General Pierre Gamelin of the French Air Force, to verify some of the applicants. Upon doing so, he learned that five of them were Lycans just like he was. They had to be transferred because they might pose a "flight risk" when the Army would call on them to deliver strikes in support. He recalled that under severe questioning, three buckled and just wanted a way out of their dead-end jobs. Two were promising and had stood their ground against the fierce and fiery inquiry. One was even bold enough to call him out.

"Why do you wish to join the GIGN" he had asked the five applicants in the late afternoon of the day before.

"To serve with distinction against threats to La Belle France and her allies" a green-eyed chap spoke first.

"To preserve the freedom enjoyed by the many" a grey-eyed bloke followed.

"To keep peace within our fair nation against threats, foreign and domestic" an Asian spoke up, his brown eyes showing a hint of jade.

"Break the back of any terror organization that dares to invade dear France" an amber-eyed fellow sounded out, his primal nature surfacing.

"Tear the hearts out of the terrorists and their backers" his twin replied.

"But why such ferocity? Why not apply for the Foreign Legion commando units and direct your aggression there?" Morel had asked, probing deeper. His further probes led him to a revelation.

"The humans do not understand us. You, of all people, should know this is true. Brother, we seek mutual cooperation over open warfare with the humans. Help us turn them to our way of thinking" the Asian spoke, scaring the hell out of Morel.

Alex nodded to his aides to leave. They closed the doors and turned off all stenographic equipment. When they had gone, he had opened the blinds shading the office. The sudden burst of sunlight had made some of the Lycans wince before the eyes adjusted. In that instance, Alexandre made a momentous decision.

He would accept all five of them, on one condition.

They had to tie with him in order of dominance and in their Lycan forms.

Needless to say, the applicants removed their casual dress and stripped all the way down to their underclothes. All exposed toned muscle groups that looked well on them. Within minutes of shedding their clothes, each of the five transformed into their Lycan selves.

Alex noticed immediately that two of them had been recently turned. Their transformations were painful and they were screaming in agony. It was a testament to Morel that his quarters were sound-proof. The screams merely echoed off the walls without escaping into the outside environment. The other three were already done before the two were even halfway through.

Pierre and his twin brother, Louis, were the ones screaming in agony. They had only been turned a fortnight before. Controlling their feral nature was difficult and very taxing. They were always drained of energy at the end of the day. Now, they were being ordered to let their animal natures out. Even releasing one of the restraints made them all fail as the animal fought its way free from the cage that held it.

Louis could feel tears of pain and shame fall as his skeleton cracked, adjusting his height. His face pulled out to form a muzzle filled with sharp canine teeth. His nose lost its pink, fleshy appearance becoming black and leathery. His ears migrated to the top of his head, reshaping themselves from round to triangular. He temporarily lost his voice, emitting merely growls and grunts as the transformation progressed inexorably. His nails sharpened and formed points, extending from their bases and giving a wicked appearance to his hands. On his feet, tendons and ligaments exerted considerable force on the young man's ankle, altering his stance. At the base of his spine, there was a stubby protrusion. It was the beginning of a tail and the human knew it. Gritting his teeth, he forced the bone and muscle tissue out. The fleshy tail looked out of place on the furless body, which was soon remedied. Millions of hair follicles started producing visible shafts that covered the body in a carpet of bluish-white fur. On the palms of his hands and the plantar surface of the feet, leathery pads were appearing as a result of epidermal hypertrophy. Panting now, he moaned once more as his shaft began to push against the tight confines of the cotton boxers he was wearing. As he tried to undo the constricting garment, it exploded as his waistline expanded beyond the limits set by the manufacturer. Finally free from its cloth prison, his equipment hung freely. His shaft throbbed with each pulse of his beating heart. With each throb, the seven-inch shaft began to lose more and more of its human characteristics. The mushroom head was becoming more tapered as the balls swelled considerably. With a howl, he released his human seed onto the marble floor of the GIGN commander's office. After his rather large testicles ejected their human load, they were now set on producing Lycan seed. The now thirteen-inch member was dripping pre and had a familiar swelling at its base.

Pierre was undergoing a similar transformation to his brother. Unlike the slim version that Louis projected, Pierre was bulking up considerably. In comparison to Louis' six-pack, Pierre was sporting a massive eight. A carpet of blue-white fur also coated Pierre, belying the fact that they were twins. It was there that the similarity stopped. While Louis was built for speed, Pierre was built like a tank. He, being the younger of the two, was just content to surrender his will so that the pain would stop. His screams subsided rather quickly as he accepted his fate with a minimum of resistance. His cock was fifteen and half inches long when he had finished with a width of three inches. He, like his brother, had the same knot at the base of their shafts. The only difference in their shafts, besides the length, was the color. Louis had an ebony shaft while his brother's was pink.

Both brothers looked at each other, lust evident in their amber eyes. Unmindful of the others, they fought each other for dominance. Pierre wound up on top, pinning his elder brother as he thrust his cock into his older sibling. No matter how much Louis thrashed, Pierre would not stop until he had reached orgasm inside his squirming mate.

The Asian, Paul Oh, shook his head sadly at the scene before him. Back in South Korea, his family had understood that being a Lycan was a gift. Therefore, he was always allowed time to practice with his grandfather in the mountains near the Korean border. Without a strong sense of family, the feral nature almost always eroded the human side until it was naught but a shadow of its former self. The kitsune was a rare trait, even for Lycans. He had twin tails which was normal for a young pup such as himself. Masters of the trait had all nine tails with considerable longevity and immunity to poisons as additional plus points. While not overtly gay, Paul had shown some interest in males. He never took the opportunity to actually have relations with one before. He was just content masturbating to porn he downloaded from the Net.

The green-eyed chap, Wilson Denovo, scratched his furred head. Will, or Templar to his pack due to the cross-shaped patch of red fur on his white chest, stood proudly at seven and a half feet in height. While not built for speed, he was built for endurance with a preponderance of stamina. The musk in the room was giving him a hard-on and he was stopping himself from stroking his foot-long cock. Soon, he would have to give in anyway. Fighting his sexual urges often led him into orgies that wound up badly for the recipient. The length or thickness was not the problem. It was the barbs on his leonine cock that caused a lot of pain if he thrust wrongly.

The grey-eyed one, Alfred "Nacht" Spitz, was keeping his cool headedness. Of the five, he was aroused and yet seemingly in total control of the situation. The seven foot tall Alsatian was observing the situation with a practiced eye. It was not apparent on his application, but the immigrant was one of the GSG-9 caught in an ambush in the Black Forest. He was one of three survivors of his unit and the most affected when he began undergoing transformations. His two counterparts could not take the added stress and committed suicide by ingesting silver nitrate. He had imbibed the deadly liquid as well, yet he survived. He felt that it was not yet his time to go. Something kept him alive long enough to acquire an antidote. On the streets of Prague, he met a stranger who handed him a silver pendant. Inscribed on it were the words: To the strong, nothing is impossible. He lived with those words for the last 25 years, aging slower than his human counterparts.

Alexandre Morel watched the five as they transformed into their Lycan selves. With both Pierre and Louis occupied, that left three more. He would not mind having his ass stuffed five times today. He had not been seeing his mate for a while and the sex would be a great relief, or so he hoped. The barbs on the lion's cock was not inspiring confidence in the grey wolf.

He whistled to get the three remaining Lycans' attention, halting the intense love-making of the twins for a couple of minutes. Both feral twins ignored the grey wolf and continued fucking each other until Pierre howled lustily, driving his thick knot into his brother. The moment the knot entered, Louis came hard. The older brother was rendered a submissive as his cock spurted out a fountain of thick, creamy Lycan seed. Pierre was next to release his seed, cumming within moments of his brother. Louis' stomach bulged slightly at the amount of cum his brother filled him with. Pierre lay on his back as he panted from the exertion. Louis just rested on his brother as they both waited for the knot to shrink.

"Brother, I'm sorry!" Pierre spoke, his voice gravelly from the change. The feral presence had long since merged with the human. Sex was the culmination of the merger.

"Oui, me as well" Louis said as he rested on his brother's muscular chest. In all their time they spent together, they never felt such warmth from each other. Nor did they feel that anything was lacking. They just enjoyed each other's presence.

"Ahem, as I was saying. Each of you has to tie with me before I can accept all of you. You will work as a team. I am willing to instate all five of you as Lycan Unit 01, unless you have any objections" Alex informed the five candidates. "Who's going first?" he added.

The two brothers would be last. Their knot was still not going down. Instead, Alfred Spitz had volunteered to stick his rod up the commandant's butt.

"Ja, I'll go first. You might be sore from this one" Spitz winked at his new CO.

Spitz let his tongue glide over the dry ass cheeks of the GIGN commandant. He forced his wet tongue into the tight pucker making Alex shiver in delight. Licking it to provide lubricant for his four inch wide cock, he opened up the tight passage with expert precision. Withdrawing his prehensile organ, he spread the legs of the chief wide. Alfred then moved his ten inch cock to the wet opening, brushing its tip every now and then against the sphincter. Without warning, he plunged his thick cock into Alex's ass. Morel merely moaned as his ass was spread wide. The thick meat inside him was showing on his front as a massive lump. Rocking his hips, Alfred slowly pushed more and more of his meat inside the wolf. With each thrust, the lump progressed further inside the wolf Lycan. Spitz hilted himself after an excruciating ten minutes, it took a minute for an inch to advance due to the tight wolf's bowels. Slowly, he picked up the pace. His cock was leaking pre into the ass of the GIGN CO, facilitating ease of thrusting. Nacht felt his orgasm building the more he thrust. His knot swelled after he had pulled his cock nearly all the way out before slamming it back in once more. The action caused a jet of pre to escape from LP 01. Alex panted; he was not used to this thick of a cock inside him! Nacht picked up the pace, stopping his knot from entering the wolf each time. When the knot almost reached the point of insuperability, he thrust once more and hilted his canine cock.

With a growl, he came into the lupine above him. Thick, creamy seed washed against Morel's insides sending him over the edge. In his time as a Lycan, he had never experienced such pain and pleasure. Pity there were no equine Lycans, those cocks would hurt. With a grunt, Morel came. His seed splattered against his chest, face and neck with some being shot over his head onto the desk. And that was just the start.

He still had four more to go.