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Hey everyone!

Here it is the last part of my miniseries, where the mystery gets unfolded *chuckle* I do care if you speak up your mind, after you read it, because I think it is quite interesting and well, I'm must curious to know the opinion of others on it! It is something I never tried before, so I am particularly anxious about feedback

I want to thank my fiancé, Gritou for the wonderful week-end we passed together, and I want to say I miss him already. I love you babe *kiss*

The lift was filled with the wet sounds of two furs making out, their passion fueling their lips and bodies. Xander had been in a haze ever since they had left the restaurant, the wolf always there to tease him and grope him, even in public. Now, they weren't in public anymore, and the big lupine had unleashed all his horniness on the smaller fur.

The jaguar was pinned against the wall, with the muscle fur pressing all of his body and making it clear how much he wanted the lanky feline with his ever moving and groping paws. Another big proof of his arousal was jabbing him in the stomach, trapped by clothes, but the feeling of a hard cock was unmistakable, and there it was.

Xander's own member was as stiff as it could be, smearing pre in his underwear, while his muzzle was assaulted and owned by the big, flat tongue of the wolf, entering it and struggling around his own raspy one. He moaned when he felt those two powerful paws grabbing his ass cheeks, playing with them, while the wolf began humping him, clearly wanting the real action to start soon.

Even when the doors opened they didn't stop, the wolf just walking backwards and dragging the jaguar along. He didn't do that for much, just a few feet, halting himself in front of a door, twirling around the smaller male to pin him against the wooden surface, with the admirable feat of not breaking the kiss.

The spotted cat wasn't usually into this kind of rough lovemaking, but for this one time he wasn't going to complain. It was flattering that this guy wanted him so badly, even if he had just met him. There were no more doubts about that, judging by how hastily the bigger male fished his keys and opened the door, almost throwing both of them in the apartment.

They moved through the room, not even a detail of it being noticed by the jaguar, too taken by being manhandled to even look around. He just stepped where the wolf was pushing him, his big paws still groping his ass and stretching everything under his tail, in a very pleasurable way. They stopped again, Fenrir kicking a door closed behind him, the realization that they must be in the bedroom sneaking in the lust-filled mind of the feline.

The paws left his butt, rising to take out their owner's jacket, then to peel out the lithe big cat from his own, both being tossed on the floor. He expected the kiss to end now, so that they would be able to strip out of their clothes with the haste they needed, but that didn't happen; instead, the paws grabbed his sweater and tore it apart, proceeding to do the same with his shirt under it.

Xander winced at that, but didn't voice his discomfort over his ruined clothes; that would come later. But he didn't want his pants to meet that end, so, summoning all his strength, he put his paws against those mighty, T-shirt covered pecs, pushing his date away, even if it cost the end of the hot kissing.

He looked up to Fenrir, his golden eyes full of curiosity about the interruption. The feline panted, trying to regain some breath, before he spoke his request. "I-I would like to st-strip normally. N-no more tearing."

The wolf kept staring at him, seemingly puzzled by that, but then nodded, releasing the jaguar and stepping afar. "As you wish, my sweet boy." He smirked, his paws already working on getting his sexy body out of the few garments that covered it.

Xander did the same, trying not to look too foolish while he took off his shoes and socks, his bare footpaws curling a bit when they got free of their containment. The young spotted cat unbuckled his belt next, lowering his pants and his pre-coated underwear in one go, his hard cock bobbing out happily, throbbing with the lust that run in his body. The excitement rushing in his veins didn't let his mind wander over the lack of proper muscles, or the fact he was short, for a jaguar, all that matters was what was happening. And, if he did have those thoughts, they evaporated once he looked back to his date.

Fenrir was standing there, naked, his body like a statue of a pagan god. His lustrous gray fur didn't hide one bit of the hard muscles he was packing, his big pecs and the flatness of his abs, his powerful thighs keeping him standing. His erection stabbed the air, proud and angry, his knot full formed under it while crowning the two gray orbs beneath it; a trail of pre was going down of its tip, sticky and musky.

Such a sight was stirring deep feelings in the jaguar, his tongue quickly licking his chops while he stepped back, to renew the passionate kiss of before, or to get a taste of the delicious meat that was teasing him, with its red hardness. A big paw stopped him, though, not letting him come closer, but instead pushing him on the bed; the wolf did that without effort, making Xander feel like a ragdoll. He landed on the mattress, without hurt, the bigger fur looming over his laying figure.

"I'm too hungry for that, my sweet boy. Get on your paws and knees. Now." The wolf ordered with a calm but dominant voice, his features fixed in a lustful smirk, leaving no room for objections. The thinner feline stared at his face, then at his erection, and, even if he would have liked to taste it in his mouth, he would be happy to take the eleven inches in his ass too.

"O-okay. But prepare me first." Xander begged, before doing as said, shifting on the mattress and posing himself on his paws and knees, his tail lashing around nervously behind him.

"Don't worry, sweet boy, I won't hurt." The lupine chuckled, the bed creaking under his weight when he got on it. The jaguar didn't turn around, but the rough tug at his tail came as a surprise, making him yelp, as much as he did when the other paw landed a slap on his right cheek.

"I promise you, you will remember this night for the rest of your life." Fenrir growled, his voice coming from somewhere just behind his ass now. One paw came down on one cheek, while the other let go of the tail to do the same to the other; then, his hot breath fell on the exposed tailhole, foreshadowing what was going to happen.

The moan escaped him when that wet nose nestled between his cheeks, pressed against his most private area. He had always been very sensible down there, and he had always loved being stimulated there, be it with tongue, paw, cock or toy, there was no difference. This time was the same, after getting a good sniff of the musky muscle the nose moved up, just under his tail, letting the lupine's maw close to it.

The tongue went immediately to work, giving one long, wet lick to the hole, the flat muscle going down to tickle his balls in the most sexual way possible. It didn't linger there for long, because it went back to its target, moving around and over the hole, up and down, right and left, in circles, in quick strokes, in any possible way.

Xander felt the pleasure sparking from his ass, the movements on his puckers being just what he loved, awakening the nerves there, and getting them relaxed and ready for much more. By experience, it didn't take much tonguing for it to open up, and soon the tongue was pressed directly at its center, demanding and obtaining entrance.

The slick tongue thrust inside the jaguar, stretching his ass, even if in the most minimal way, sparks of electrical pleasure running from there to his hard, leaking cock, which remained lonely there, hovering over the bed. The naughty wolf started to move in and out his tongue, starting to fuck the feline with only that, to make sure saliva would coat his insides, to lead to a nice fucking.

Xander honestly loved that, so much that he knew he would climax if the game kept going for a bit longer; he was somewhat proud of that, how he could cum without touching himself, given a skilled partner, and Fenrir sure was one, doing tricks and things to his ass that left him mewling like a she-cat in heat.

The wolf probably recognized the signs and left the hairy hole, his departing muzzle making a loud smack once it was separated from the hole. Xander wasn't sure if the bulky lupine was going to take him there and then, he sure felt that his ass could take the big, drooling tool that was the hard cock of the hot gray fur. He wouldn't even blame him if he did take the nice, tight spotted ass like that.

One big, thick thing did push against his pucker, but the presence of nail showed that the wolf was going to take the more comfortable road. Crazy with lust, the jaguar moved his hips; his ass parting effortlessly around the digit and swallowing it almost to the very end, in one go. Fenrir growled a chuckle, neither fur bothering to express their thoughts in comprehensible words, reverting to a more feral state.

The finger traveled inside Xander, moving around, twisting and searching, stretching the muscle much more than the tongue had done before. This time another pleasure was added, the one that came only when a special place was hit, causing feelings to rush through his body, his cock throbbing and jumping every time.

The lupine sure knew what to do, because his finger never missed the prostate, always stimulating it, be it when it went in or out, it didn't matter. The climax that Xander had felt rising came back, even more powerfully, his balls churning with cum while he got fingerfucked soundly; no pain was there, a testimony to the skills of his partner.

Louder moans were elicited when a second finger was added in, then a third, one after the other, the digits now stretching the tight tunnel in ways only one couldn't. They spread, being twisted in, rotating and scissoring at the same time, hitting the prostate with much more force than before, reverting the poor recipient of those ministrations to a mewling, moaning mess.

The heat of being fingered so vehemently... How his ass was being stimulated in the right ways... Topped on the feline lack of stamina didn't play well for the jaguar. With a much louder moan, he came, without even touching his cock, white jets of cum landing on the bed, his whole body shuddering for the powerful orgasm. He steeled himself, so to not collapse, knowing all too well that it wasn't ended there.

Even if dumbened by his climax, he felt the fingers leaving his ass and, in a matter of seconds, being replaced by a pointed tip, while two big paws landed on his hips. Growling, the wolf just pushed in, not caring to let the feline rest and regain his strengths; luckily, he was a cat, and even if his cock had softened, it would sprout back to life in no time, even if getting something shoved up his ass so soon after an orgasm wasn't such a good thing.

Fenrir wasn't caring at this point, lust having overcome his mind; in no time, he slipped all of his eleven inches inside the much smaller male, his knot resting against the spotted ass, immediately retrieving his cock so to begin the rut. And so he did, thrusting in the sweet butt quickly, but not too much, his cock going in and out and spreading that tunnel even further than before. The wolfhood was so big that, even when half out of Xander's ass, it continuously hit and battered the prostate, causing a never ending pleasure to the lanky jaguar.

It was no surprise that big cat's barbed cock had regained its stiffness, since the previous preparation had ruled out any possible pain, the discomfort of being fucked while in the afterglow rapidly drifting away, leaving behind only the pleasure of having a fat, thick cock shoved in his most precious place.

Moaning, Xander pushed his hips back against every thrust, feeling the knot kissing his ass every time and even catching it some times, but the bulky ball of flesh never remained there, being moved out by the powerful movements of the wolf. His dick started leaking again while Fenrir fucked him, and his thrusts were ones of a pro, not doing the usual in and out routine, but ever changing direction, sometimes lingering in and moving up and down to stretch the ass.

The jaguar didn't dare to move one of his paws on his cock, fearing that it would make him fall under the passionate thrusts of the bigger fur. He really didn't mind, though, since he could feel his climax slowly building inside him, his previous release thankfully allowing him to last as much as the dominant top now.

The muscled lupine laid over the smaller feline, his chest pressed on his spotted back, his muzzle coming near the round hears, puffing and moaning loudly. This change of positions allowed for faster thrusts, something that was fully exploited by the gray furred canine, his crotch slamming against the cute ass cheeks time and time again. It was clear he was trying to get his knot in, since he had put more force now, the angry red ball getting caught more often and having a harder time to get out.

Finally, with a loud pop, the knot nestled inside Xander's ass, increasing the fullness in it and the pressure against his prostate. The pleasure nut was now steadily hit, leaving no interruption to the pleasure that it brought, the feline now feeling closer and closer to the edge with each deep thrust of the sizeable erection

"I'm gonna... I'm gonna..." He tried to warn his partner, but he was silenced by a howl, and a final, forceful thrust, followed by powerful jaws encircling his neck. The jaguar could feel the cum being shot in his ass, hot and bountiful, and that, along with the bite, triggered his own climax, his cock jumping and cumming for a second time in half an hour, the orgasm being even more powerful than the first one.

Now he let himself collapse, bringing the tied canine down with him, his weight slightly suffocating him. The muzzle released his neck, and Xander expected some nibbling, cuddling and licking, while they waited for the knot to deflate and release the tied feline. Instead, he felt the body over his back rose, a sudden gush of cold air hitting him, and then a tug under his tail, at first gently, quickly becoming more insistent.

"No... please, no, I will get hurt..." Xander protested weakly, imagining how bad it could hurt if he pulled out his cock, now, after the knot is in and fully engorged. The wolf didn't hear and, with one last pull, got free from the sweet ass he had just pounded, the pucker remaining a bit open after the dick was gone.

The pain was excruciating, the well used muscle sending bolts of it through his body, making him groan loudly. The jaguar thought that it would wane, but it just gained intensity second after second, and it wasn't just located in the ass anymore, but expanded, passing to the rest of his body. The feline could actually feel the cum in his bowels growing hotter and hotter, the heat spreading from his belly and mixing with the pain.

"W-What?" The lanky feline groaned, turning on his side while the strange feelings overcame his body completely, his mind knowing only pain and heat; he trashed in the bed, in the vain attempt to get rid of what was in him, barely noticing the standing wolf, looking at him with unblinking golden eyes.

"Don't worry sweet boy, it will be over soon." The words uttered by Fenrir weren't understood by the feline, who was hit by violent, bone-wrecking spasms now. His bones did feel as if they were being split, with fiery hot tongs tearing them to one side, getting them longer. He rose his paw and screamed when he saw it changing, the bones in it getting longer for real; he put it over his muzzle, to muffle his scream and, to his horror, he felt his muzzle changing, his nose getting wider and the maw getting longer.

With tears running from his eyes, he understood that every bone of his body was passing through the same process, changing, getting longer; his muscles were getting bulkier too, but at a slower pace, fighting the growing bones and adding pain to the feelings rushing through his body. His ears were getting bigger and pointy, even changing slightly of position, while his tail became stiffer, less mobile than before.

Xander turned around again, screaming all of his hurt, getting again on his paws and knees, his back arching, head tucked between his arms. Under his gaze he saw the spots of his fur growing, expanding, covering all of him with its blackness, while the fur itself got denser and longer. And there, between his legs, stood his member, hard despite the pain, and it was shifting too, its barbs disappearing in the budding flesh, his meat engorging and becoming pointy.

Screaming, he fell off the bed, on his back, the heat becoming unbearable, burning away anything else, until he was the heat. Pressure increased in his balls, again, even if he had cum twice, and was going through this horrible process. In his fogged mind he begged for it to stop, for not releasing his seed again, but he was powerless against the transformation.

With a glass-shattering howl he came, his knotted cock spurting white rope after white rope, landing on his fur, mixing with the sweat of sex and fear, so powerful that he just blanked out, slipping in the merciful darkness.

***** *****

The light of the day brought awakening. He opened his eyes, his stare meeting an alien ceiling he didn't recognized, his body enveloped in strange, bone-deep aches. For some blissful he had forgotten the events of the night, sleep still plaguing his head, the sweetest of medicine; but it couldn't last long, and soon the memories rushed back in all of their terrifying nature.

With care, he raised his paw, or what he assumed was his. It wasn't the familiar, thin, spotted limb he had been used to for his whole life, but a big, black one, with notable nails, and packed with flesh. Whimpering, he slowly sit, tears beginning to form at the corner of his eyes.

"You have awakened. Finally." He turned to the voice and saw Fenrir, sit in a chair by the side of the bed, still naked, even though his member was safely tugged in its sheath.

"W-what... What the fuck happened?" Xander asked, even his voice being difference, the soft tone having disappeared for a bass rumble.

"Go and look at the mirror." The wolf simply answered, motioning to a reflective surface just across the room. Xander opened his mouth to ask again, but he was stopped by the dominating fur. "Look at the mirror."

Groaning, he got up, his new legs hitting the ground sooner than his old, trembling a bit for not being used for a while. His head felt light once he stood up completely, so much that he had to rest a second, while his humungous ears flicked with discomfort. Step by step, he walked to the mirror, to peer in it and see his new self.

He didn't scream, even if the reflection gave out someone that was a far cry from the lanky, short, cute jaguar he used to be; of that, he was proud, because it wasn't the moment to panic. Not yet. A wolf not much unlike Fenrir was staring back from the mirror, shock clear on his long, broad muzzle, standing on two legs that looked like tree-trunks, powerful with big muscles. Over them lingered a sheath, hosing a canine cock for sure and resting over two big, furry balls.

His upper body was as developed as the lower one, with the flat stomach and bulging pecs he had always envied to the good looking furs, paired with arms that were as thick as the legs he once had. One pair of golden eyes was widened over the muzzle, like they were drinking the image of this hunky wolf with jet-black fur.

"What did you do to me?" Xander calmly asked, turning toward the other wolf. Fenrir was still sit, a smirk on his muzzle, obviously pleased by the results since a bit of his member was poking out of his sheath.

"I changed you. I triggered the birth of a new you, Xander." The lupine started what sounded like a well practiced speech, standing up to him and moving his paws while talking. "You wanted to escape your life, and that's what I give you know. Freedom to be what you really are, freedom from any past links of sorrow and pain."

The new wolf stared at him, shocked by the mad speech. "What did you do?" He asked again, growling, not buying the words he just heard.

"When you received my seed, you have begun the process that made you a brother to wolves." Was the cryptic answer, although he understood the meaning of the words spoken by the smirking wolf.

"You mean I am a werewolf now?" He exclaimed in horror, backing away from the other and almost tripping on his pants, laying there on the floor.

"Yes." Fenrir grimaced at the word, as if he didn't like the sound of it, almost as if it was a slur. Maybe it really was, but the black furred canine couldn't care less.

"Shouldn't I transform only on full moon?" He asked, puzzled by that detail. "And didn't anyone heard my... transformation and called the police?"

"You will transform when Mother Moon is at her fullest. But being a brother to wolf means you take the appearance of one all your life." Fenrir preached, getting a bit closer to the other male. Xander stood his ground; he didn't want to balk way from... from this monster. "And, answering to your other question, this room is sound-proof just to muffle the birthing."

"Like this... I can't see anyone I know." The wolf stated, and the thought was a saddening one, almost crushing his soul. The older male didn't notice, just nodded as an answer, opening his mouth to explain.

"You can't, but do you really think you want to see them?" His muzzled moved, speaking awful words. "Your parents hate you, your grandfather is dead, and you don't have friends."

He turned slightly, keeping his mad speech going, while something hot awakened deep inside the black wolf. "You are a new fur now, Xander. In fact, you can change name, Xander is dead now. You can take whatever name you like, just don't-"

"Stop." Xander growled softly, making the other male turn back to him, surprised for his interruption.

"Beg your pardon."

"I said, stop. You know what you did just do to me?" The lupine repeated the question, because what he got for answers weren't the true ones, but just propaganda.

"Again? I gifted you with a new life, that's wha-" Fenrir started his crap again, but the newly-made canine was fed up with that.

"YOU KILLED ME!" He shouted at him, stepping forward again with his fangs bared, his fur spiking out.

"But now you have a new-" He didn't let him spit his nonsense, he just couldn't hear those lies.

"You have killed me. You have changed me, without my consent, without even leaving time to say good-bye. The jaguar I was is dead now." Xander growled, and he saw the surprise and confusion growing on the gray wolf's face with each word he spoke.

"Why asking? It was clear that you wanted to escape your life." Fenrir asked, even tilting his head, not understanding what the other was saying.

"You-should-have-asked-me." He uttered between snarls, anger rising as a tempest in him. "And I would have said no."

That really took the lupine aback, leaving his maw open while he tried to mouth an answer. He turned away, as if he couldn't bear to watch him, and just then he managed to say something. "You wouldn't have accepted the Gift?"

"NO!" He shouted, head to the roof, letting out all his anger. " My life sucked, yes, but it was MY life! And I wanted to change it by myself, and I was doing that!"

He paced through the room, always returning to the spot were his pants lay, turning to his changer every time he spoke with angry tones. "You didn't know a thing of me. I had a crappy job, and no social life, but I had my friends, through the texts, I had my sister! MY SISTER!"

Tears of anger trailed down his cheeks at the thought of losing Beth, Kurt and the others forever. "I-I can't ever see them again because of you."

"I didn't know a thing? I know everything of you, Xander." The still turned wolf replied calmly, probably in an attempt to soothe him. But that just infuriated him even more.

"Oh yes? Did you know I was saving to go to college? And that I needed only six more months for that? NO, BECAUSE I DIDN'T TOLD YOU!" He howled at him, feeling like he could have slashed and torn the bastard apart. Then, something dawned in his mind, a sudden realization.

"You assumed from what you saw of me... of what little I told you... That I was broken, ready to accept being turned, happy that you saved me from my hellish life, isn't it?" He asked in disbelief. A loner, even more so if without apparent expectations in life would have accepted the transformation, the easy way to get rid of his problem, hailing Fenrir as the savior.

The gray wolf didn't say anything, just stood there, listening, unmoving and not reacting to what he was saying. That only made him angrier, somehow he would have preferred an opponent, snarling and replying to his accusations.

"But guess what? I wasn't broken. I was surviving, preparing to better my life on my own terms. I had friends, I had Beth, AND YOU TOOK ALL OF THAT FROM ME!" He bellowed, panting after the outburst. That... Bastard did that, thinking he was doing a favor to him. But it wasn't a grace, it was a curse, and it had left him alone and angry, for the first time in his entire life.

"Some, a rare few... don't accept the Gift. The Elders told me, but I'd never seen it happening." The gray wolf finally spoke, a sadness feeling his voice, even if he was still facing the wall, not the young wolf.

"That's because you never met someone with a will, asshole!" He insulted him, even if that didn't bring any relief to his poor heart.

"I didn't want to come to this... A Father never should do it, with his Children..." Fernir said, and this time he turned, a savage light in his eyes, his white fangs bare. "But I have to kill you know."

Suddenly, he dashed forward, covering the distance between them in one jump, his paws forward to grab Xander. The young wolf instinctively tried to walk away, grunting when he tripped on his pants, falling on his ass; that saved him for the moment, the older wolf passing over him and crashing in the wall.

Quickly, without thinking, he grabbed his pants while rolling away, his first instinct when in danger activating and grabbing his grandpa's knife. His rolls ended at the other wall, forcing him to awkwardly get up on his feet, frenetically searching for Fenrir.

The gray lupine had been already up, arms crossed, his muzzle fixed in an expression of cool amusement at the clumsy moves. That smirk deepened once Xander unfolded the blade, something that he had never done while facing death.

"Do you really think a normal knife can kill me?" He taunted him, slowly walking to him, with the intention of playing with the poor wolf. Xander put the knife in front of him, his paw trembling, trying a couple of slashes in the vain attempt of stopping the menace.

Fenrir chuckled at those puny attempts, and then he dashed again, quickly, almost a blur for the younger male. This time, his claws found the mark, searing bloody cuts in the flesh; Xander, in panic and with his eyes closed, slashed with his knife, hitting the wall hard.

He quickly opened his eyes, he shouldn't ever close them when attacked, and there Fenrir was in front of him, a deep gash running through his neck, oozing blood. The wolf wasn't afraid at first, even grimacing, like if it was just a small injury that would heal fast; then, he coughed blood, his expression changing to one of fear and desperation before collapsing.

Without thinking, Xander tossed the knife and took the falling wolf in his arms, the vivid blood splashing on his black fur and mixing with his own. They crushed down, both of them, the younger male keeping the other's head up, in a final, horrible embrace.

Fenrir tried to say something, but only blood came out of his mouth, his golden eyes full of surprised fear while his wound sucked the life out of him. It didn't take long, but finally the light was dimmed, his muzzle ceased to move, even while blood still poured out, soaking Xander and leaving the red and black fur alone, desperation his only companion now.

***** *****

....Hey Beth. 02.57pm

XANDER! Where have you been? I was worried for you! It's been days... 02.57pm

I've been... busy. Sorry 02.58pm

I called at work, but you had missed your turns! You didn't answer you phone! 02.28pm

I know, I know, sorry little sister, it's been... a tough period. 02.58pm

... Are you okay, big bro? 02.59pm

I had been... depressed. Not well. I am still not well 02.59pm

... What happened? Tell me bro, please *hug* 02.59pm

It's... complex. I can't tell you through text. But I will soon. 03.00pm

I'm still fixing this mess I am, little sister. Once I am done, I can explain 03.00pm

.. I trust you. I won't ask question until you're ready. 03.00pm

I will. I promise. 03.01pm

Whatever it is, remember, don't give up, we are here to support you *hug* 03.01pm

I know. Grandpa taught me well 03.01pm

I will never give up. Never. 03.01pm

We will see each other again. I promise you Beth 03.02pm