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The blindfold was ripped away and Perry cautiously opened his eyes.

His ears had already told him he had company before the revelation, but it was still an intimidating sight: he was on his knees in a clearing, the warm autumn night's air keeping his nude form from getting cold, and to his right and far right were a pair of other males, a panther and a human, also in the buff and on their knees. All three of them had their hands behind their backs, leather cuffs hooked together; a ball gag prevented each of them from voicing their distress.

But what really stiffened his fur was the large circle of werewolves around the captives. Each one was muscled, some much more so than others, but all had the same large, twitching erections, their knots swollen and their tips dripping pre. The way they licked their lips, exchanging whispers of what they wanted to do to their prey. The pervasive smell of sex filling the air made Perry's stomach gurgle.

In front of the trio was the werewolf who no doubt was the pack's alpha: he was huge, easily six-foot-six and muscled like he spent hours in the gym every day. In the light of the full moon, his fur appeared to be dark brown, so dark that it was practically indistinguishable from black. His cock was still sheathed for the most part, only the blood-red tip poking out, his impressive sack swaying below.

"Welcome," the alpha said. His voice was deep but not guttural, and laced thick with authority and confidence. "My name is Rathe, and as you can see, alpha of the Black Fang Pack. Good to see you all could make it on such short notice; I was worried our vulpine associate would fail to collect the night's quota and be inducted himself." He paused to chuckle, a sound like a deep drum rapping. "A pity, but he will still be of some use to us on other recruitment drives."

Despite the situation, Perry felt a twinge of fury. The fox who'd come onto him back in the town's record store was a talent scout for a werewolf pack? The nerve of him, pretending to have been interested in the hyena! Perry made a mental note to find and punish the little bastard if he got the chance.

Rathe stepped closer, and the moonlight caught on his form enough that the touches of bondage gear he wore became visible: triple straps of leather on his thighs and biceps, and matching cuffs on his wrists and ankles, straining to withhold the swelling muscles of the wolf.

A snap of his fingers summoned two other lupines from behind him to his side, carrying a small chest between them. He turned to them and opened the chest but removed nothing, only grunting and nodding his approval.

Facing the human to Perry's far right, he said, "I'm going to offer each of you the chance to join voluntarily rather than be forcibly inducted. You'll appreciate the difference, take my word for it."

He removed the gag on the human, but the young man clearly didn't pay much heed to the alpha's warning.

"Go to hell," the naked man said. "You let me go, or you're gonna be in deep shit."

Rathe was clearly expecting that response, because his muzzle pulled back into a voracious grin, eyes blazing with wicked light. All around, the pack laughed uproariously. The human, however, continued to glare daggers at the large canine.

"The strong one, I think, will suit this reluctant puppy," Rathe told his assistants.

One of them removed a thick leather collar, which had a chrome D-ring in each cardinal direction. A werewolf behind the man grabbed him by the shoulder and head, holding him still while Rathe slipped on the collar. Both lycans stepped back, and every one of the lupines grinned toothily, eager for what happened next.

The man went stiff, his eyes widening and his mouth slightly agape. His head tilted up even as his body pulsed in time with his heart, his dilated eyes becoming wholly focused on the full moon. The changes kicked in: his muscles steadily inflated, his flat stomach sucking in to become a sculpted six-pack; a tail sprouted from above his buttocks; his ears thinned and stretched; his face extended into a wolf's muzzle; and fur spread like wildfire over his entire body.

The pack gave a mixed reaction, laughter and wolf whistles and cheers and cat calls, stroking themselves; the newly-minted werewolf was oblivious to all of it, barely blinking as he continued to stare at the blazing silver orb high above.

All of his teeth on display, glistening like ivory knives, Rathe held up a hand and silence fell upon the pack. "Because he expressed such misgivings about our brotherly embrace, our newest member shall be given over to all. Fowler!"

"Yes, alpha?" the werewolf directly to Perry's left answered, stopping his jerking off.

"Congratulations on your promotion. You are no longer pack omega."

"Yes, alpha." It was hard to tell if he was delighted or disappointed. Judging by the sexually hungry looks on the faces of the pack as they eyed their new friend, perhaps the latter.

Rathe stepped over to the panther, who was trying to speak through his gag. Chuckling, the huge wolf removed the object.

"I'll join, alpha!" the panther quickly spilled. "I'll join your pack! It'd be an honor! You can count me in and count on me!"

Snickers circulated, the wolves clamping their hands over their muzzles in an effort to stifle their amusement. Rathe was more controlled, smirking at the terrified feline.

"Ah, we have a smart one, then. Tell me, panther, are you joining because it's what you want, or because of what we might do to you should you refuse?"

The black cat flinched back, fumbling for an excuse to appease the dominant wolf. "I...I don't..."

"Another strong," ordered Rathe, catching the collar tossed to him and putting it on, the panther not fighting back.

Since the onyx male was closer, Perry had a better view of the changes, most of which weren't as impressive as they had been with the human. The panther's muscles only enhanced a bit, since he was in pretty good shape, but his tail shortened and became bushier; his muzzle lengthened, as did his ears; and, thanks to being close enough to have a good view, his cock morphed, coaxed out completely. As Perry watched, the throbbing pink rod grew a little longer and thicker, a knot the size of a tennis ball forming at the base. Once the transformation was over, the cock steadily oozed pre, its owner gasping softly as he continued to be enraptured by the moon.

Rathe then stepped in front of the kneeling hyena. Once the smaller canid's ball gag was removed, he asked, "Will you join the pack, or will you take a collar?"

Perry couldn't fight back: even if he could unhook the cuffs, there were far too many wolves, especially with the other two captives being converted; he wasn't skilled or strong enough to defeat so many, in particular an alpha male; and he very much did not want to become the pack's extra omega, no matter how pleasurable the position.

His wits, which he valued very much, presented him with only one option.

"As I have no pack of my own," he told Rathe, forcing his voice to keep steady, "I ask to join yours, alpha."

Murmurs spread through the ranks as the hulking werewolf eyed him curiously. "Interesting way of putting yourself in my hands. How should I test your sincerity?"

His next gambit was the most dangerous. He could only hope it paid off.

"Give me the collar and I'll put it on myself."

Silence gripped the pack, jaws dropping and paws halting their fapping. Everyone blinked and looked to Rathe, who bore an unreadable expression, which Perry held as they exchanged gazes. Finally, the alpha male's head dropped back, laughter escaping his maw, guffaws as deep as drum beats. Once he'd settled down, he looked to his aides.

"A final strong one for the young daredevil," he commanded.

Catching that, he held it in front of the hyena. A werewolf behind Perry unhooked his cuffs, and the captive took the offered collar. He'd just about click it into place when Rathe, moving blindingly fast, stopped him.

"Proof enough," he said, throwing the collar back to his fellows. "Give me the weakest for our upcoming brother."

Another collar, this one not as thick and with only a single D-ring in front. Perry accepted it as Rathe explained, "It will have barely any effect on you, aside from making you feel more energetic and reinforcing pack hierarchy. And a fascination with the moon, especially when full."

The sandy-and-black submissive slipped the item on, feeling the effects softly kick in. There was a buzz of energy throughout his body, as if he shouldn't be kneeling there with nothing to do (perhaps play with himself, since his member decided to start waking up); he could faintly hear his own heartbeat now; and his already-respectable physique was touched up just a tad. Mentally, he felt more at ease now, both because he'd made the safer decision and because (thanks to the collar's effects) he saw the Black Fang as his brethren and not his abductors.

"It looks good on you," Rathe complimented, licking his lips.

Perry bowed his head. "Thank you, alpha."

"But I've waited long enough. Take me into your muzzle, little brother."

His cock was a lot bigger than Perry had thought, most likely a foot in length and at least two inches thick, red as blood, pulsing with power and hot enough that the hyena swore he could see fingers of steam rising from it. The knot resembled nothing so much as it did a wolfen orange.

But the smaller male opened his mouth wide as it would go, leaning forward and getting the head and several inches. From there, he had to grip the straps on Rathe's thighs for leverage, pulling the massive cock deeper and deeper, past his gag reflex, which took a couple tries. Around the pair, the pack broke into appreciation, resuming their own pawing-off; a couple of them even started messing with the former human, Rathe paying them no mind.

The entire time, the lycan leader's cock gushed pre, so much so that Perry was forced to swallow often. The taste tempted him to hold some in his mouth and savor it, but there was simply too much. His swallowing massaged his new master's dick, and Rathe groaned appreciatively.

Below, Perry's own member was at full attention, jumping every few moments and itching to be used. Pre dripping erratically onto the ground, collecting into a puddle the size of a tea plate.

"That should be sufficient for our needs," Rathe said, pulling the sub off his cock. "Present yourself to your alpha, pet."

Gulping away the leftover pre in his mouth and throat, the other male acknowledged the command and turned around, dropping down to his hands and raising his ass and tail. "M-mate me, alpha."

At this point, the hyena's willpower, though not crumbled totally, was shaken enough that his lust was in command. Even if he wanted to, he couldn't have resisted much longer.

Growling, Rathe knelt behind him, spreading his cheeks. "Unless you've had plenty of equine or bovine lovers, then I think I'm about to ruin you. Consider it an honor, pet."

Before Perry could reply, the alpha lined up and drove home, his thoroughly-slickened breeding tool plunging in to the knot. The hyena arched forward, his own dick splurting a helping of pre. He'd never taken something so huge or hot before; none of the few dildos he owned were so monstrous. Rathe either was hitting his prostate on purpose or was big enough that it couldn't be avoided.

The alpha withdrew to the tip of his cock before diving in again, his hips smacking into his new mate's and his heavy sack slapping into the smaller set in front, pushing the spotted canine closer and closer to release. He was panting, gasping, groaning, and moaning, barely able to form a coherent sentence with which to beg his alpha for more.

Behind him, the massive male picked up his pace, giving a slap to Perry's ass. The hyena briefly tightened up, and Rathe grinned, figuring that he had a new kink to exploit.

"Al...alpha...I'm gon...gonna cum!" the bottom gasped.

Rathe didn't respond. At this point, their hips were shaking so hard and fast that it was difficult to watch. The dom felt pressure in his cock, mounting higher and higher--

One final plunge put half his knot into the hyena, and then both of them went over the edge. Rathe's head pitched back, a howl of deepest gratification issuing from his throat and racing through the night. Perry also cried out as he climaxed, a jet of cum exploding from his black dick. His balls were nearly drained as he worshipped the ground with his seed and his alpha with his ass, the anal muscles clenching tightly around the gargantuan phallus.

But Perry's load was feeble in comparison to the huge wolf's. A torrent of cum so hot the intensity of it radiated throughout the smaller male's body flooded into Perry, and a distant part of his mind felt like his belly was distending from the sheer amount of jism. A second orgasm rocked the hyena, and the last of his seed squirted onto the ground to join the admirable splatter already there.

A long minute later, when Rathe had finished dispensing his own essence, he pulled out in stages. After he was completely out, Perry collapsed forward, his master's seed bubbling out from his plowed tailhole.

While the exhausted hyena lay there, slowly blacking out, the pack burst into joyous celebration, complimenting their alpha on his sexual prowess and some even started to take things to the next level with their own partners.

Rathe, however, sat on the ground, a devious grin on his visage. Black Fang already had a new omega and the former panther would find a spot (albeit mid-level at best), but what of the other canine?

Well, the muscled werewolf boss mused, perhaps I should keep this one all to myself.

The End.