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Author's Note: Jano wasn't like the other wolves. Every single one had been brought into the pack by another, for the alpha it had been different. He wasn't the oldest wolf, but the oldest remaining one, and by that right also the undisputed leader. Unlike the others he hadn't been pleasantly raped into submission - well, not initially...

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Crying, Jano knelt by his brother's bed. The wolf had killed his father and the villagers his brother. He hated them all, and there was nothing he could do. He'd end up an orphan, or worse. Praying that it all was but a dream, he threw his hands onto the blankets, dearly hoping he'd find his brother laying there and the morning light dispelling this horrible nightmare. Instead, his hands landed in something cold, wet and sticky. A surge of repulsion and excitement went through his body, emotions clashing. He knew what it was - it was what remained of that wolf's seed, the stuff that had turned his brother into that lust-driven murderous beast - and now his hand was coated in it. Sorrow forgotten for but a moment, Jano stood up, his intent being to quickly clean the musky fluid off. That's what his logical mind wanted anyway, and what any sensible person would've done, but Jano found himself paralyzed by the bed. The scent was suddenly overwhelming and compelling, and he couldn't quite figure out why. Instead he felt his maleness strain against his pants, the odd feeling turning into arousal - a completely misplaced and perhaps disgusting arousal, but so strong.

He had time, didn't he? And as long as the stuff didn't get inside him, no harm could be done, Jano figured. Jerking off would clear his head too so he could better plan for tomorrow. With his clean hand Jano undid his belt, pulling his pants down with urgency, exposing his erection. The glans were glistening in the candlelight, already wet with precum - Jano couldn't remember being this horny in ages - and then he clasped his wet and sticky hand around his member.

It was like electricity, like a sliver of rapture, pleasure shooting through his body. All reluctance forgotten, he moaned out loud as he rubbed the thick liquid into his cock, coating it in a wet shine, each moment causing him to shiver uncontrollably. Squeezing his purple cockhead, Jano almost came right there and then, but something urged him to touch the little pool of wetness on the bed a little more. So he did - shaking and trembling, Jano pulled himself onto the wet bedsheets, face dangerously close to the source of his excitement. He could smell the raw sexuality of it, and after staring for a little while at the stringy whiteness, he let his head sink a little, allowing the stuff to smear over his lips. That was too much for him.

In wild abandon, Jano cupped what he could of the seed into his hands, bringing them up to his face and eagerly gulping down the nectar, as if he hadn't drank anything in weeks. It was cold and sticky and slimy but it felt so good slipping down his throat and the taste cleared all the worries from his head - it was all he wanted to taste. He wanted whatever drinking it would cause. When there was nothing more left, he licked and sucked on the sheets themselves, desperately wanting more, all the while stroking his slimy cock at a frantic pace. It felt better and better, and the pressure rapidly built in his loins. He could feel his orgasm mounting, his shaft twitching and jerking, preparing to squirt his seed all over the same bed his brother had gotten fucked by that beast on.

Then it hit him. Howling with pleasure, Jano came, that taste all over his mouth and face becoming so strong as he spilled his cum onto the sheets he had just licked clean, spasming and twitching and growling. It seemed to go on forever, and eventually it was as if he couldn't breathe anymore, the pleasure simply too all-encompassing. Jano passed out, the world fading into black, musky pleasure as he collapsed into his own ropes of semen, panting helplessly.

Eventually the world returned to him. At first, Jano felt weird, like his consciousness was split into several parts. One demanded food and felt very horny - the other was as if in spasms, painful even, with a great sense of loss. At first, his limbs wouldn't move, but when they did it was again split. Every move was sharp pain followed by a desire to move more. Forcing his eyes open, Jano got a startling look at his new, twisted body.

He wasn't a man anymore, that much was certain. His body was covered in short, fuzzy black fur, with bigger tufts of it in places, like around his chest. His fingers weren't quite fingers, but not paws, either - they were tipped by bone-white claws that looked like they could cut through steel. He had enough knowledge of werewolves to know that's what he was supposed to be - but it was as if the transformation hadn't finished. His joints were all wrong, his face was halfway between having a muzzle and a nose.

Abomination.

The voice seemed to come from within his head. Jano clasped his elf-like ears.

The link is weak but I can distinctly sense one of you is still alive. Come. I can't afford losing you - make no mistake that I care about you, I simply need you.

Bewildered, the half-man threw himself on the floor, backing up against the wall. "Where... what... who?" he stammered.即

A new one? All the more important that you relocate here now. Get going, you will know where.

Jano felt confused, but realized he did know. The old tower ruins a good bit from town. That was where he had to go. That was where he was being expected by whoever now owned him- owned? Maybe he could cure the pain and weirdness, at least. It was nighttime by now, so there was little trouble in getting out of town - the wolfling found his step light and quiet like that of a cat, sneaking out of his house and into the woods without as much as a squeak. Every step was like walking on jagged shards of glass, but that was pain he would soon be rid of, he knew.

Eventually he was there, the old, dark ruins of that tower. Countless rumors surrounded the place, many old wives' tales to keep children away from it. It had never stopped him from going, but there hadn't been anything there. Now, with his new eyes, the malignant presence was palpable in the stale air around him. A foul odor of death lingered there, unmoving, as if the ruin itself was an ever-decaying corpse. Jano collapsed onto the tiles. He couldn't move any further. The pain had only been getting worse since those hours ago, and now something was sapping him of his last strength.

Just as he was about to slip into comatose agony, he heard that voice again.

Abomination. How good of you to join me here...

With a sound like a crackling flame, his antagonist phased into existence. The shadows seemed a bit darker around the skeletal shape, dressed in old once-luxuriant clothes, now long since torn and filthy, vibrant colors barely visible anymore. In the sockets of his skull glowed two embers in a deep crimson red. His mouth creaked open.

"What do we have here? A half-turned one? Did one of my wolves not infect you properly before their incompetent demise? Hmm... perhaps you got my blessing by your own free will?"

Jano whimpered and turned away, unable to look directly at the lich. "Please, just make the pain stop. I never wanted this." he begged, knowing fully well that a being like this one wouldn't be that kind. Suddenly, between his split minds an icy wedge was driven, a strange sensation spreading from his ears to the tips of his curled toes.

"How amusing."

The lich dug further into Jano's weakened mind, his eyes flaring up into eerie wisps of flame. "You don't want to remain a human, not after what they did to your brother... but nor do you want to be what made him into what he was for his last moments..."

For a moment his eyes dimmed, then burst into glow again. "I shall give you a choice."

Jano felt his heart jump, watching the lich chant some twisted, alien words. Then the very fabric of the world was torn open. A deep rift spread like a gaping wound in the air, right before Jano's eyes. From it seeped a dark, inky goo, two streams pouring onto the ground. Jano felt like he was watching some sick play, like he was hallucinating all of this when the two shapes arose, becoming a pair of pitch-black wolves, the darkness only broken by their white fangs and red eyes. Both grinned at the laying half-human.

The lich spoke and waved his hand. "These, my friend, are shadow wolves. Quite evil and rather corruptive in influence. They embody a couple negative sides of beasts, amongst them raw, unbridled sexuality..."

At the lich' sign, one of the wolves sat back on his haunches, leaving his bright red lupine cock bobbing against his belly, deep red in contrast to the coal-like dark fur. Jano couldn't help but stare with morbid fascination. The dark wolf licked his lips and his grin widened as he gave a not-very-discreet thrust, obviously flaunting.

"I think their embrace might provide a catalyst for your dormant infection to overpower your natural defenses and turn you into a full werewolf. It also may kill you. Not that that would be too much of a problem." the lich crackled, swooping his arm in an arc, his hand erupting in sickly purple flames. Jano noticed the two shadow wolves became noticeably uneasy, shrinking away from their summoner, as if the mere sight of the lich demonstrating his powers was too much.

Then it was gone and they grew closer to Jano's lying form.

"What am I supposed to do? Don't let them kill me!" Jano screamed, panicking as he tried to get away from the approaching wolf-like creatures, but finding himself to be stuck in the ground as in mud.

The lich waved his arm dismissively as he turned his back to the happenings, a cloud of dust billowing from his cloak. "Just go with your instincts. Or don't, but the latter will only lead to your death. Either case the wolves will have their fun."

With that one of them was over him. Jano felt like he sunk into a cool goo, his entire body chilled by the wolf - his entire body, except his lower back, where something almost unbearably hot was rubbing against him. It took him a few seconds, and his scream never came when the other shadow-wolf sat upon him, drowning his head in it's own self. Jano didn't know what was real anymore, but he still tried holding his breath, desperately trashing about to get away from his tormentors, both of which were quite literally over him.

That hot, firm and wet thing under him poked at his back, constantly lower, like some bestial kisses, leaving wet spots against his fuzzy skin each time it touched him. It was almost as if the heat seeped into him, burning at his insides, causing odd reactions in his half-changed body.

Then the other hot thing, the one he hadn't remembered, touched his own cock in much the same matter. The contact was like electricity shooting through Jano's body, and he gasped, drawing a deep breath - but of what? The wolf-thing on him felt soothing as it filled his lungs, maybe it was just the air or the contact but everything in his head disappeared as the "air" filled his body. There was no emptiness after his thoughts, however - a white-hot animalistic arousal quickly flooded every single nerve of his body. Suddenly he was aware of just how euphoric the caress of the mysterious creatures really was - they were rubbing over every nanometer of his body, and even inside him, if it even was possible. All the way from the supersensitive cartilage from his hybrid ears to the deepest recesses inside him, to his toes and growing, stub-like tail.

Jano couldn't help it, he growled. A deep, bassy yet bubbly growl rose from his throat. As his red, somewhat tapered cock swelled under the frottage he was receiving from one of the wolves, they seemed to grow more solid, as if drawing energy from his arousal. Both of them grew more detailed, glossy fur tangible against Jano's naked self, and as Jano tried to reach around the wolf on top of him again to pull it closer to himself, to his joy and damnation he found he could. The thing was no longer inside him, and it wasn't chilly anymore but heated, warm like a normal canine, and it happily accepted the half-human's embrace.

None of the three could contain their shared arousal. Jano was already pressing his hips forward, helping the dark canine grind their swollen, throbbing cocks together. With every thrust it seemed like Jano's became more wolf-like, the head tapering more, the base swelling, first looking grotesque and then natural as it grew more slick and red. Jano didn't really want to be a werewolf. He didn't really want to have a canine penis, either, but the lust was just too devouring. It was worth it, and he couldn't have stopped the creature rutting him into a wolf even if he had wanted to.

Just a few humps later he could feel his precum splattering over his belly, knowing he was squirting like a canine now, in the same obscene fashion as his lover on top of him. He whined with pleasure.

The wolf behind him found his target. His red-hot slippery cock pressed snugly against Jano's hole now, demanding entrance into him, demanding his submission. Jano was more than eager to, but not quite willing to push back since it'd require pulling away from the other wolf. He'd just let them both take what they wanted. As the dark lupine behind him bit into his neck, the soon-to-be werewolf finally realized what was really going to happen - he was going to get properly mounted and mated by a filthy, evil wolf, he was going to get used for as much pleasure as the two creatures wanted, and his submission would be full the second he let that enticing member enter him.

The thought couldn't have turned him on more. With his tongue lolling to the side, Jano tried begging. Even if werewolves could talk, all he could produce now, through his arousal, was needy whining. Still, to the wolves it was as good as speech. He was theirs, and all three knew it. He felt those strong paws of his mounter clasp around his sides to hold him steady. That moment would forever echo in his mind, a single second of pure hedonistic, animalistic lust and submission - something he would want to share with others. The very feeling that would eventually hold his whole pack in it's iron grip, making them share their gift. That short, surreal moment when the tip of the wolf's cock began to spread him open, the momentum already past the point of no return. He'd be taken, with no escape. A single squirt of bestial, watery precum from that twitching cock found it's way inside him in that second, relaxing his muscles and slicking up the way for that thick maleness.

It would have hurt when that thick, dangerous length was forced into him if he wasn't already wrecked by the transformations. Even then, it might still have stung a little if he wasn't having both his prostate and glans rubbed by two massive, unnaturally hot, dripping cocks. He didn't even feel being stretched to his limit and beyond, he just howled out with submissive pleasure, joining the wolves' choir of possessive growls and whimpers.

Nothing really stuck to his memory of the act itself. One second he was howling at the moon, the second he was slobbering all over the muzzle of one of his lovers in some strange kind of wolven kiss. All the time, he was rutted, claimed, mated. Not as much by the swollen wolf cock sliding in and out of his poor, raw tailhole, constantly filling him with pre-seed, but rather his own bestial urges, everything dirty he had ever gotten off to. All of it was rising to the surface under the bestial caresses and eating away the human remains of his mind.

Suddenly, the wolf that was frantically rubbing against him shuddered violently and then spilled his seed, with his knot swelling against Jano's newly formed one. It felt like heaven to him, and the wet slime kept splattering against his furred belly, drenching his sheath and coating his own maleness in such indescribable hotness. Jano gasped for air, moaning and whimpering as he felt his own orgasm mount - and then the evil wolf tightened his grip around the two twitching cocks. Jano yelped as he all but crushed his erection, effectively preventing him from getting his own relief. The vice-like grip slipped a few times with the slickness of the lupine cum on it, but all Jano could do was fruitlessly hump, desperate to orgasm, his knot sore and bruised. Grinning evilly, the shadowy wolf kissed him again, this time properly, his saliva dripping into Jano's maw, their rough, long tongues intertwining and writhing together. The once-human male couldn't resist, of course, letting the wolf claim even his muzzle as his own.

The other wolf wasn't far behind. Pounding frantically into the grip of his submissive, he too gave that tell-tale shudder, freezing for a few moments as his mating bite drew blood on Jano's neck, then slamming his knot through the tight, furless hole in a single bestial thrust. That's when the other wolf released him, and several things happened in rapid succession. The new werewolf came with a growl echoing through the woods, coming harder than he ever had before, his semen jetting out in great ropes from his tapered, knotted cock. Some of it got as far as his muzzle, wetting his lolling wolftongue, giving him another taste of the sex-liquids that had sparked his night. He savored every drop. With each spurt, each twitch of his rock-hard member, his hole clenched around the root of the potent cock inside him, as if trying to pull it in even deeper, squeezing just the right spot behind the knot.

Just like a wolf bitch would orgasm around her breeder, he realized dimly.

His mounter responded naturally. Making tiny thrusts, rubbing his knot along the internal lining of Jano's ass, he twitched hard, several times, over and over. As the infectuous, heated liquid filled him, the last step of Jano's transformation was complete. Filled with wolf cum, he collapsed, his mind simply shutting down. He'd awake barely remembering his earlier life, and despite having been claimed as a bitch he would grow to be a rather dominant alpha.

The two wolves shrunk back to wherever they came from, leaving black gunk and their cum leaking out of the abused lycanthrope, who laid doubled over on the cold stone tiling. The lich had managed to save his servant wolves for now, and he already knew that Jano would be a good champion for spreading the gift.

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Afterthoughts: Next installment will conclude this series. Suggestions are welcome.