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"Where the hell is he?!!!" Luke yelled at no one in particular as he paced back and forth in the hotel lobby. The clock on the wall read 10 till 3:00 am; David was supposed to have been back hours ago.

"Just calm-m down Luke," Oliver was the only one who was waiting up with him, Sam was staying at some woman's lot and Victor was catching up on some much needed sleep, "I-I'm sure h-he'll show up-p eventually."

"*sigh* It's just that...this isn't like him. Something's wrong; I can feel it..."

"W-Well, st-staying up won't help m-matters."

Luke shook his head, "I suppose you're right, but if he doesn't show up by tomorrow..." Luke didn't finish as he headed towards the stairs.

"T-try to get some s-sleep Luke" Oliver stuttered as he scribbled in a small pad of paper, Tip 37: Never go out alone...

-some time later-

David stirred in the warm covers of the hotel's bed, his body had returned around 5:00. He murred sleepily as he rolled over, still affected by what the lovely woman had... his eyes snapped open. "Discussing Deviant!" he yelled as he leapt from his bed, "Vile Villainess! Putrid Pilferer of Protected Purity!" his continued on shouting a steady stream of increasingly lengthy and creative insults as he rushed to the shower, threw the water onto the highest heat and proceeded to attempt to skin himself with a scouring pad and anti-bacterial soap. However, despite his frantic cleansing, he was more worried about what effect the bitch had had on his mental state.

Mind rape, he'd heard of it, knew it was conceivably possible, but never had he thought that it would actually be put into practice; being wrong had cost him. Finally, after about twenty minutes, he switched the water to go ice cold, shocking his body out of any remaining fog from either the trance, the sex, or the sleep that followed. "Ok...ok..." he slowly sat down in the lotus position, freezing water still running down his naked form, "Let's see what the damage is..." he said, slowing his breathing, closing his eyes and letting his muscles go limp, opening himself to his own mind.

The first thing he noticed was the immense memory block from last night, he decided to leave that in place, he didn't even want to think about what she'd done to him. He moved on to the second most obvious thing in his mind, instructions to return to the pub, it was simple to remove, but he did tuck the location away in his memory for future reference. After that it was a simple matter to go through his mind and remove what had naturally been added.

Okay, woman associated with pleasure, urge to make eye contact, rewards for submitting to another...what the hell is this? He'd come across a trigger, subtly woven into his subconscious, too subtle to be anything natural. Normally he'd just remove it like any other unwanted anomaly, but this thing was different. Things in the mind were never really removed or forgotten, merely suppressed; for instance, to remove a fear of dogs, you would implant a neutral feeling towards dogs, burying the old suggestion with a new one. This normally worked with any trigger, suggestion, or other mental implantation. This thing however, didn't appear to do anything; it was just there, like a button or switch not attached to anything; this meant that it couldn't be repressed or replaced. Normally David would have had to simply deal with such a thing, but, as luck would have it, the trigger was designed to fade after being used. Alright, let's try it... "Canis Lupis..."

At first he thought that nothing had happened, but then he noticed a pins-and-needles sensation on his fingers and toes. Looking at is hand quizzically, he gasped in shock as the nails slowly grew, forming into claws as the skin beneath them darkened, "What the h..." he was cut off as an overwhelming lust ignited within him, his cock springing to attention.

His hands were wrapped around the pulsing rod before he could stop himself, Oh no you don't, he thought, fighting for control, he'd never masturbated before and he didn't intend to start now (a body was easier to control when it didn't know what it was missing). Despite his best efforts, however, his hands began to move up and down his pink shaft. Pink? He looked down in horror as his cock warped into a canine shape, a knot and unused sheath forming at its base as the same pins-and-needles sensation flowed down his member, spreading onto his stomach, as well as up his arms and legs.

As the dark skin traveled up his extremities fur soon followed, grey on his limbs and white on his belly. His altered cock sent wave upon wave of both unwanted and unparalleled pleasure through his body even as he clamored for control. None of his fail safes, none of his precautions were helping, it was like someone had replaced his weakened, broken Id with something impossibly more powerful...but that couldn't happen, not with hypnosis anyway.

That leaves only one possibility, he reasoned, This isn't happening, it isn't real, just some sick perversion implanted by that Bitch! He concentrated, focusing, willing the illusion to stop, This is not real! This is not real! This is not... "Ah!" he cried out at a pain above his ass made him instinctively lay back in the tub, allowing a grey furred tail with a white tip to slither out from between his legs, knocking over a few idle shampoo bottles on the edge of the basin, and shattering any hope within him that this was merely an illusion.

By now the transformation had reached his neck, and the pleasure its peak. Lust drove his logical, carefully preened, programmed, and organized mind to the side. As his face became a lupine muzzle, the beast howled out, a sound of pure joy, freedom, and lust while his cock fired jet upon jet of hot cum into the still oncoming stream of freezing water.

As David's body slowly rose, his mind began to fight to regain control, _She did this to me...have to find her...thank her. No, NO! Not thank her, interrogate her, find out what she did to me...make it happen again. NO, stop it, reverse it. Focus damn it! Have to stay focused! Have to keep control! Have to...have...to...she was so sexy...no...so nice...No...Need to go to her...NO...need to see her... NO...need to see my alph... NOOOOOO!!! _ David had no choice, he'd held back this trigger the entire time, but it was now clear that nothing else would stop him. He wrenched control of his vocal cords from the beast for a brief moment, but it was enough, " Code red 78."

David's body froze, each muscle locking up as his muzzle opened wide in a silent scream, every neuron in his body was firing, sending out the maximum level of pain. It wasn't long after that the body collapsed, becoming unconscious to escape the agony of the trigger. A few minutes later, David crawled out of the shower on human hands and knees, awakened by a knocking at his hotel door.

-o-

Luke tapped again, "Dave? You alright in there? I thought I heard something." When David had finally come in last night he'd seemed...off. And now, the next morning, howling noises coming from his room had been enough to get Luke to come check up on him again. But that wasn't all that had him worried. Luke had not been woken by the sound but by the wave of shock, fear, and, strangely, lust that had cascaded out from David's room. Those feelings had soon come to a head, followed by a turmoil of conflicting emotions, blinding pain, and then...nothing.

He banged on the door, harder this time, "David!" there was no answer, but Luke sensed something inside, disorientation, nausea. Luke breathed a sigh of relief, well...at least he's not dead, but that didn't mean that he wasn't hurt. Luke pressed against the door, twisting the knob and forcing his thumb against the lock, popping it open.

"Whoa Luke! What the hell is wrong with you?!" There stood David, dripping and wrapped in a bathrobe.

"Well...I...I just thought I heard something and..."

"You thought you heard something." David said flatly.

"Well..." Luke rubbed the back of his neck, embarrassed, "Yeah...I yelled for you afterwards but you didn't answer, so I thought that, you know, something was wrong."

"I was in the shower, couldn't hear you."

"Oh...alright...you sure nothing's wrong?"

"Yeah, of course."

"Right then... remember, we meet outside Buckingham Palace for the tour bus to Stonehenge at 6:00, we can't be late or they'll give our spot away."

"Don't worry, I'll be there."

Luke would have been calmed by David's assurances, but it's hard to be calmed by what you know to be an utter lie. Even as he stepped over the threshold and walked down the hall, Luke could feel anxiety radiating off his friend. He's hiding something...

-o-

"Phew..." David breathed a sigh of relief as Luke's footsteps faded, things were going to be had enough to sort out without him snooping around, good thing he doesn't suspect a thing...but I've wasted enough time already. Shrugging off the bathrobe, he began to get dressed and headed out towards the pub...

-o-

Lyra sat on her favorite bar stool with a veiled smile on her face. She loved this spot for one reason; you could see everyone in the room. She looked over the crowd of people, noting both the regulars, most of whom were already drunk, and the few other people who showed up. There was a businessman from Paris who had gotten lost on his way to a big deal, a young man from downtown who had broken up with his girlfriend, and a couple way too young to be in this pub trying to find a quiet place to make out. Of course, she didn't know the real reason that any of these people were here, but she found it amusing to simply try to add stories to the nameless faces within the crowd; it was better entertainment than getting drunk, or watching television.

As the bell above the door announced a new arrival, she glanced over and was surprised to see David walking through the door, That command activated sooner than I thought it would, he's not supposed to be back for hours...oh well, never look a gift horse in the mouth I suppose. As his form slumped into the same bar stool he'd been in last night, she moved over to him.

She could tell that, other than their timing, her commands had worked perfectly, he was already in trance and ready to continue with the process of joining the pack. " David nice to see you again. Do you feel good today? You seemed to drift off last night." While he was already under her control, she wanted to make his trance a bit deeper, just to be sure, " You still seem tired , David , you should relax. Why don't you go upstairs with me and get some rest?"

He murred slightly in response, and, with a gentle tug, he followed her to one of the bedrooms. She pushed him to the bed and turned to lock the door, but let out a surprised gasp as he leapt at her, pinning her to the wall. "Scream and you're dead," he breathed.

She struggled a bit as his hand closed around her windpipe, making it difficult to breath, "C-Canis...Canis..."

"Canis Lupis perhaps?" he leered at her, "Yes, I ran across that sick little perversion that you put in my head, and that is the only reason that I'm back! Now then, you can either explain what you did to me, or, I can hurt you, and then you can explain what you did to me!"

This wasn't possible, the mind that she'd started to reprogram last night was nothing like this! All emotion; attraction, fear, repulsion, and especially aggression; had been systematically repressed within David's mind, even the werewolf virus's tendency to magnify a person's Id couldn't possibly account for this level of anger...unless...

A smile crossed onto her face as she realized what should have been obvious, this wasn't the real David, and she knew just how to bring it down. " Luna del Lupo ," the surge of strength that accompanied shifting allowed her to easily throw him off of her, she quickly stepped over and locked the door to eliminate the possibility of interruption. Within seconds, her cloths lay in tatters as the near-instant transformation swept over her. She flew to the bed and pinned the stunned David to the sheets.

She looked into his eyes, baring her fangs, she half grinned, half growled at him. David, however, quickly recovered his composure, and began to wrestle to get out from under her, but to no avail. "I would stop struggling if I were you." He froze, expecting to be ripped apart as her claws tore away his clothing, leaving him naked and unhurt.

His eyes hardened "Why don't you just kill me and get it over with?"

She cocked her head mockingly, "Kill you? That was never the intension David ," she said, slowly reaching down and grasping his member.

Gasping, he renewed his efforts to liberate himself from the bed, "Shh, just relax, let it happen." She cooed, stoking him, "Believe me, you'll thank me later."

"NO!" He yelled slamming his fist into her muzzle, to no effect, "I won't be an animal! I will not be a slave!"

"Heh, hypocrisy, the core of every human being; ironic, you once strove to be anything but human." He stopped, staring at her, allowing Lyra the opportunity to lock eyes with him. "Oh yes, I know, I've seen your type so many times." She continued her stroking, not pausing in her speech either, making sure that David wouldn't notice the prickling at his fingertips, "Though, I must admit, I never found a case as extreme as yours. You probably grew up in a sheltered lifestyle: loving parents, good education, not a care in the world...then you lost your innocence, I don't know how, I don't know when, but you did. You realized that the world, was a violent, decrepit, dark place, and humans were the perfect match for it; anarchy, war, mass destruction, pollution, all of it stemmed from humanity, but, what crippled you more than anything, was the undeniable fact..." She leaned down, running her long tongue around the inside of his ear, before whispering to him, "...that you were a part of it."

The prickling had reached this elbows and knees now, and he was still too entranced to notice as his fingers became tipped with sharp claws, "Hypocrisy, it disgusted you," she continued her monologue, rubbing her slit on the head of his cock teasingly, "but you could never criticize mankind for its actions without resorting to that deplorable state, for you were human, and as such you were as guilty as any other member of that race. So, at first, like all humans, you dove into denial, not believing even your own words. That probably didn't last long though, a logical mind like yours can't hide from the truth forever, so you became angry, lashing out at all around you, rebelling for no apparent reason. Then you began to clamor for hope, fantasizing about becoming something other than human, maybe an android, a sentient animal, or even a non-sentient animal, becoming a part of the life cycle again."

By now his cock had changed in her hand, his legs had reconfigured, and a tail was creeping out from the base of his spine, but her words, even lacking of subliminal messages as they were, were resonating with something inside him, keeping him from noticing anything but her, "Soon, however, that logical mind of yours soon realized that such things were impossible, and you sank into despair. At this point, a normal human would have accepted that as truth, a normal human would have just forgotten all about that hypocrisy, and assimilated back into society."

"But, after that depression, instead of accepting what your mind told you was the truth, you defied it. You set about finding a way to set yourself free, instead of fantasizing about it. Eventually, you came to hypnosis, and eliminated what you disliked about humanity from yourself...but that wasn't enough, you kept removing things and replacing them with mental programming, and, eventually, your entire being was replaced."

David's eyes widened, "Your mind is not your real mind, it's an illusion, even you yourself are blind to it. All the emotions you've displayed since then, everything you've ever thought or done, has been preprogrammed, completely false. It's the very reason that you kept fighting even when you were deep in my control, you were already in a semi-trance state, controlled by suggestions that were still in effect. That's why your subconscious seems so powerful now, because you're not only fighting the id now, you're fighting the ego, your true self, who realizes what I have to give."

She leaned back, exposing the entirety of her beautiful, and wholly inhuman body to him while keeping him pined, "Gaze upon what I can give to you David, the very essence of your most private fantasies, to be free of humanity, and to keep your soul." A bit melodramatic, she criticized herself internally, but it's having the perfect effect. She could see it in his eyes, the over-programmed Super-Ego losing its battle with the Id and Ego combined as one. She stroked faster as the knot at the base of his cock swelled. His back arced as the changes spread over his face. His eyes squeezed shut and his teeth gritted together as the matrix of mental suggestions shattered with his climax. David was no more...

-o-

Dave's body went limp and he slowly opened his eyes, I'm free..., he thought blankly, I'M FREE..., emotion was slowly leaking through the shock, I'M FREE!!! He lunged forward, grasping Lyra to himself, kissing her hard. It took a few minutes before he could calm himself down enough to speak, "Thank you! Thank you so much!"

"Easy David..."

"DON'T CALL ME THAT!!!" he froze, the sterility of the name, even if it was his, still sent a chill up his tail.

"Well...what do I call you then?"

"Dave...just...call me Dave...It's what everybody called me before..."

"Okay, Dave...you need to calm down, you're not used to that body yet and your mind is still horribly unstable."

"Your right...your right," He started to control his breathing, taking long, deep breaths and closing his eyes, In through the nose...out through the mouth...in through the nose...out through the mouth... he felt a pair of hands begin to knead his shoulders, finding and working out the stress points effortlessly before stroking through his hair, scratching behind his ears.

He murred and leaned into the touch, his eyes closing and his tail wagging happily, he could hear Lyra encouraging him to relax, and he recognized the all-too-familiar sensation of slipping into trance, but he didn't mind. It was obvious that she enjoyed having dominance, and he'd been in control for far too long. Besides, if he didn't like anything she did, he could just remove it later.

Lyra smiled as she felt Dave submit to her control, it was so much easier with a willing subject. She then set to work doing what Dave had not been able to do, put his Id on a leash, instead of in a cage.

-6:15 PM-

Luke leered out the window of the near empty tour bus, everyone had stood him up! Victor was on a conference call back to the states, Sam was probably off getting drunk somewhere, Oliver had come down with food poisoning from a rancid meat pie, and David seemed to have vanished off the face of the earth!

It didn't help Luke's mood either that Victor had rented out the entire tour so that they would have privacy, leaving Luke alone with the guide and the driver. "Ah, buck up mate. It'll be a'right." The guide said to him with a smile, "Look, we're 'ere already."

As the bus came to a stop at the base of the long trail, both Luke and the guide stepped out. The beautiful countryside somewhat alleviated Luke's bad mood, and he was able to enjoy the walk.

As they mounted the final hill, Luke's mouth opened in a silent gasp of amazement. Not thirty feet away was the famous circle that had fascinated him as a child, the only thing that separated him and the ruin was a rope barrier to warn tourists away from the arrangement.

Luke's amazement was shattered as the tour guide's cell phone went off, "Oop, sorry. Hello? Yes this is he." Luke felt a shift in the guide's mood, leaning towards disappointment, "Well what's he done this time?" disappointment turned to exasperation, "Ok, ok, so what do you need me to do?...Have you tried his mum, I'm rather busy at the moment. *sigh* Right then I'll come right over." He hung up the phone and turned toward Luke, "Listen...my son 'as gone and done something he shouldn't, I'd rather not go into the details, but...can I trust you to just stay put 'till another guide can come down here for ya?"

"Yeah, no probl..."

"Thanks!" the man rushed back down the path like there was a fire somewhere...and from the emotions streaming off the him that might just be what was going on.

Luke watched him sink out of sight before turning back to the ruins, Finally, some peace and quiet, and a such a beautiful place to. He wasn't referring to the physical world however, with the man gone, there were no emotions but his own to feel. He stared out at Stonehenge for a while, letting his mind branch out in ways he couldn't do when he was alone.

Suddenly he saw something move within the ruins, What the..., there it was again, a blue flash. Luke began to move forward, only to bump into the fence, causing him to shake his head a moment, but another flash and he climbed over the barrier without any qualms.

His heart skipped a beat as he moved into the circle, there was an...energy in the air, like being covered in statically charged clothing. It was then that Luke spotted the source of the light. It appeared to be a small, dancing star that moved along one of the flat lying "alter" stones, it seemed to radiate a single thought, beckoning to Luke, touch me..., Luke felt simultaneously that he shouldn't and that he undeniable, unbearably should. His hand, like someone else's, reached out as he came closer to the stone, the little star stopped jumping and came to rest in the center of the rock, its light shimmering in anticipation as, ever so slowly, Luke's fingers closed around the small, glowing object.

A pleasant force shot up his arm and covered his body, making him shiver. He opened his hand again to see that the light had disappeared, but he felt too good to wonder where it had gone. The feeling wasn't sexual in nature, but his whole body felt alive, and so did everything else. The grass beneath him, the wind above him, even the stones around him, he could feel them all, radiating an energy that that made him feel like he was breathing pure oxygen.

He couldn't help but start to dance from pillar to pillar, a smile of purest jubilation on his face as he touched each stone in a sequence that seemed so obvious to him now. The energy magnified a thousand fold and he let out a child-like laugh at the feeling of the living earth.

As the energy began to fade, his eyes half closed, and he began to move drunkenly back to the trail, hopping the fence and falling asleep with him still smiling.

-some time later-

As Luke walked towards the gate at the airport, he struggled to remember what had happened during the trip to Stonehenge, he remembered the tour guide leaving, the a pleasant haze, followed by being awakened by a second tour guide. But he was soon distracted by David, or Dave, as he now, for some reason, preferred to be called, chatting with Sam, and if that wasn't shocking enough, they were debating which one of the stewardesses walking down the terminal was hotter!

If Luke had been a bigger believer in conspiracy theories, he would have blown the "Brain Transplant" whistle. But Luke had bigger things to worry about, mainly that Oliver seemed to have offended the rather muscular Scotsman who was taking boarding passes up ahead...