We weren’t sure where we all were but we could tell that the virus was spreading to practically everyone else in the cultist complex. As Scarlet rushed to aid Fred who was writhing on the ground, covered in acid burns, I could hear the sounds of more people being converted. Their screams of fear and pain turning into bestial roars of lust.
With all my strength, I could only hold them back for so long, their superhuman muscle dangerously close to breaking down the door.
I could hear more of them gather on the other sounds of the door, and I swore I could hear some of them speak barely audible words such as “Cock” and “Mate”.
Frankly, realizing that no matter what I did, they would get in eventually. Looking around, I quickly barricade the door with a large cabinet containing all sorts of weird vials, but I didn’t care.
I rush towards Scarlet, and looking around I see a vent in the corner of the room, only slightly obscured by a workbench.
“Quick, Scarlet, help me or with that vent over there! We can try and crawl through there and escape!”
“But what about Ryan, in his condition, moving would kill hm!” Scarlet yelled in protest.
“Would you rather have him get eaten by a werewolf? Help me out here!” I said, not bothering to quiet my voice. In my panic I was automatically in a rush and was desperate to survive. The thought of leaving my sister alive sickened me, but as I heard the door continue to get closer to being destroyed, the thought was becoming more and more appealing.
Pushing the workbench aside, I grab a nearby screwdriver and quickly unscrew the vent. Placing the heavy vent cover to the side by myself, I motion to Scarlet to hurry, who only leaves a guilty stare at Ryan before practically jumping into the vent. I follow suit, squeezing my larger body into the hole, as I hear the door to the room burst open as what sounded like ten werewolves came pouring in.
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The original werewolf, knowing that the remaining humans had locked themselves into an alchemy workshop, had gathered a portion of his pack, ordering them to get him into the room before they found away to escape.
Although when he and about nine werewolves had rushed in, they only saw the open vent and the badly chemically burnt body of one of the humans.
He was still alive, meaning that he could still be turned.
The alpha werewolf grinned as he and two of his pack mates immediately descend upon the body, their red canine cocks ready to use his wholesale.
Fred could only unconsciously scream in pain as he became the center of a huge orgy, with three werewolves taping him whilst the others simply pleasures themselves to the scene.
Almost immediately, Fred changed, but differently.
A mixture of fur and scales grew on a his body. Razor sharp claws formed on new paws, as Fred took on a more reptilian but also canine form.
His genitals were replaced with a large silt, one that quickly had two large knotted cock pop out as Fred’s acids wounds healed and mutated the transformation.
The werewolves watching got off at the hybrid transformation, with the pack leader getting a new idea in his mind as he looked around at all of the chemical goals that surrounded him and his pack.
His strong knows told him that there were more alchemy rooms dotted around the complex. Meaning he and his pack could potentially reach further heights in their transformation...