"Hands off you damn wolf!"
Halven shouts as he fights against the werewolf. Tumbling against the beast as he starts to gain the upper ground. Fist landing against head as the wolf lets out a yelp, and loosens his grip. Halven using the moment to push the beast away and stand up. Looking towards his other still human companion, Brixton. Taking a step forward to help him, before realising that it's too late.
Brixton, the buff and broad hunter that has been his companion for so long, chest chiselled and lightly coated with brown hairs. Arms like tree trunks and voice deep and rough. This goliath of a man has given in, and is willingly kissing his werebear captor. The two lost in each others gaze, grunting with pure lust as the werebear undoes Brixton's armour, and Brixton feels every inch of his even more muscular captor.
Halven shakes his head, there's no point trying to free his friend. It's just a matter of time before he lets the werebear fuck him, and turns into a werebear himself. He has to flee, he has to warn the kingdom. Halven running off into the woods, the werewolves chasing for a moment until the black furred alpha calls.
"Stop. We will hunt that man after we are done here."
The werebeasts all stopping in their tracks, laughing and grinning as they look at the show that's now underway. Brixton's brutish body exposed for the entire pack to see, the werebear loosening his grip slightly as Brixton willingly presses against the monster. Their kiss breaking, the bears deep voice speaking to this mind addled hunter.
"Say you want me to fuck you. Say you want to become part of this pack."
Brixton's cock twitches as he hears those words. He wants this big, strong, muscular bear to fuck him. To make him even stronger, to remake him into a form suiting of the pack. He wants to spend every day and every night amongst his fellow beasts. Dick pressed into a packmates ass whenever he needs relief, and his own ass ploughed whenever his kin is needy.
"I want to be a werebear. I want to join the pack. I want to feel all the pleasures you feel. I want-"
Brixton is interrupted by the werebear pulling him into a deep kiss. Lost once more for a few moments before the werebear calls out.
"You heard him, boys!"
Brixton spots movements from the corner of his eyes. More figures approaching from the darkness of the forest. More werebears surrounding this exposed hunter. Each of them so uniform, packed full of muscle, yet still having a barrel of a chest. Dick long and erect, but more notably, extremely thick. So much girth carried between these werebears legs, so much girth that's going to find its way into Brixton.
The lead werebear pushes Brixton back, as he is now surrounded by all of these beasts. No words needing to be spoken as Brixton understands their wants and follows their instructions. Moving to all fours, ass raised as the bears take their places. The leader immediately climbing on top of Brixton. Bringing a finger to the mans ass and pushing it inside. Stretching his hole and getting it ready for the thick dick that waits.
Brixton can't help but moan from the penetration. Enjoying each second as the bears rugged finger presses inside. Groaning louder and louder as a second finger makes its way in, before being suddenly silenced as the third enters. Another bear having placed himself in front of Brixton's head. Grabbing onto it tightly, and lining up his dick with the hunters mouth. Brixton's moans silenced by the thick shaft that enters his opened mouth, his nose now pressed against the bears pubic fur as he whiffs in the wild musk of these beasts. So perfect... so masculine. He always tried to be the most manly man that ever was, and now he had found men greater than he. Men that he must match.
The rest of the bears press their pre-slicked dicks against Brixton's naked body. Thrusting against his flesh, and coating it in their spunk. The leader deciding this hunter is ready for the main course as he takes all three fingers out, and thrusts his thick dick into him in a single movement. A push and pull happening with Brixton's entire body. The bear at the front thrusting into his throat, and the bear at the back thrusting into his ass. The hunter trying his best to match the rapid movements, trying his best to pleasure every bear in this pack. Hands reaching for two bear dicks that are pressing against his, giving them a good rub as the orgy of bears moan in union.
There's so much for Brixton to focus on, so much pleasure he is suddenly feeling. But what he focuses on first is his own shaft. Unattended and needy, wanting release but without anyone caring for it. He needs pleasure down there... and the pack quickly picks up on that. One of the bears releasing his load early, coating Brixton's back with the beasts spunk, before crawling under him. The bear pressing his nose to the hunters junk, giving it a sniff, before starting to suck at the tip.
Brixton can't help but immediately cum, it's just too much to endure. But he feels himself still needy, he feels more seed to be spilled, and soon he releases why. As the bear attends to his cock, his cock begins to transform. Becoming longer, but more importantly, thicker. His own bear cock already feeling so natural, balls churning with new werebeast seed as it continues to be pleasured.
From there, the changes spread. Brown fur emerging around his lower torso, spreading down his legs as his thick and hairy lower body becomes even thicker and even hairier. Fur covered and more muscular than they have any right to be, keeping him firmly placed in his current position as the bear taking his ass begins to thrust with more vigour. His body fully shaking from this onslaught of muscular bears. Yet he himself is becoming like them, able to endure whatever they dish.
His arms change and thicken, the same that occurred with his legs occurring there. But it is at his chest where the most drastic change occurs. He feels more muscle, more power, yet the loss of... something. Eyes glancing down as he sees his tight six pack turn into a flab filled stomach. Losing definition to instead have a large gut and pecs. His own fur covered barrel of a chest emerging... and he couldn't be prouder. The new bear grinning as he focuses in on that musky scent before him. His nose becoming wet and bestial as he begins to be filled with more and more of the stench, everything's so much easier to smell, and that masculine scent is just even more appealing. Brixton's face finally shaping, expression becoming more rugged, and visage perfectly matching a bears. His humanity discarded since his first kiss with the bear, and all that remains now is another loyal member of the pack.
The orgy continues for a while after. The pack eagerly watching these bears make love to each other. The beasts climaxing, grunting, then letting another take their place. Each getting to use their newest member, and Brixton happily being used. The exhausted beasts collapsing into a pile when it's all done. Kurt approaching this former hunter and snuggling against him. The two former hunters enjoying the others comfort, but knowing there's still one member missing.
The pack alpha, the black furred wolf that started this all, speaks.
"We have one last hunt tonight, boys. Track down this human, we'll give him a hell of a welcome!"
The pack erupts into howls and roars, every member in it rushing off. Eager to find that remaining human and give them the pleasures of a beast.