Halven stretches, his new form feeling amazing. Strong, quick, and good looking to boot. The former hunter can't help but admire what he has become as he moves to the rest of the werebeasts. Travelling with his pride as they go through the woods and into the central clearing. Seeing the other creatures, his new family and friends, alongside those he longs to be with. Eyes locked onto Brixton and Kurt. The now werebear Brixton laying on his back. With the now werewolf Kurt snuggling against his rotund belly. Brixton having a hand wrapped around his friends back, keeping him tight and close.
Halvin smirks as he walks to the other two. Taking his place on the other side of Brixton, resting his mane on the Bears shoulder as he too is brought into a tight hold. No words needing to be shared between the three friends as they are reunited in their new lives.
As the group relaxing alongside each other, their alpha emerges from the woods. The tall and broad black furred werewolf. Sniffing the air and following the trail to Halven. Expression wide in a grin as he plants a clawed hand on the werelions shoulder.
"Welcome to my pack!"
Yes, the alphas pack. Halven's mind accepts it. That he and his friends belong to this werewolf and would do anything in their power to please and serve him. Eagerly awaiting whatever he commands of this group of hunters. A small bit of red poking out of the three men's sheath from pure proximity to their master.
"You three have an important task. Return to your hunters organisation, and make them all into werebeasts!"
Halven nods at the command, confirming the group's orders as be replies.
"Yes my alpha! Come friends, our guild awaits."
A sinister laugh leaving the werelions lips as he stands alongside his brothers in fur.
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It takes a good months travel to return to their guild. The three friends journeying in only each other's company. Hiding in their human form by day, and embracing the beast they are by night. Often spending their times of rest either converting humans of the neighbouring settlements, or fucking each other with wild abaddon.
But all of them are excited when they see their old stomping grounds. In the centre of a forest, large wooden walls showing a three story building. Ornate red banners stretching from the third story to the second. Depicting a golden symbol of a bow and arrow, the symbol of their guild.
"Feels good to be back."
Haven says to the others. Kurt grinning.
"Yeah mate. Better than good in fact."
With Brixton finishing them off.
"Yeah. Think I already know who I'm going to visit."
The other two look to their werebear friend with a wide smile.
"Mate, go get him. He's been after you for a while."
"Hahaha. Finally in the mind to be after him."
Brixton walks into the building with his allies. The guards giving their fellows a salute, unaware that these hunters are now the very monsters they hunt. Kurt and Halven going off to their quarters, readying their own plans as Brixton instead decides to find a friend. Heading off to the guilds basement level, descending down the wooden ladder and to the stone below. Here, the workers did their daily duties. Readying weapons for the hunters. Cleaning the guild for the hunters. Providing food for the hunters. Brixton stepping past several servants as they move goods or carry gear, seeking an easy target and quickly finding him.
Mike, a young worker who has always been good to Brixton. Thin and quick, as athletic a build as he can have with his poor eating. Features youthful, eyes a bright blue and hair a chestnut brown. Curly but well combed, the nineteen year old trying his best to keep up a good appearance despite his often dusty and dirty work.
Mike had always had a clear crush on Brixton. Everyone knew it, but no one would mention it. Mike far too busy with work to talk to Brixton, and Brixton not interested in pursuing a relationship. But things had changed, and Brixton needed a good cub...
Brixton finds Mike folding a pile of sheets. Speaking with a gruff 'Hey' as Mike turns around with a smile, then goes wide eyed. Shocked at how much Brixton had changed. How the toned body is now thick with fat and barrel like. Arms still bulky and showing raw muscle, but stomach hiding the gains of the hard working man.
"Brixton? Hey I'm. You're looking different."
"Yeah. Like it?"
He flexes an arm and Mike's heart skips. Yeah he's changed but... He's still so fucking hot. Cock rising, hand placed near his crotch to hide the erection. But Brixton responds by stepping closure and placing a hand on Mike's head.
"I've always thought you were cute, y'know. Plus papa could use a good cub tonight."
"Y-you mean"
"C'mon. Let's go to my room."
Mike swallows and nods. Hurrying behind Brixton as they rush to the hunters room. Back up the ladder and through the halls. Opening the wooden door to the werebears rather unimpressive room. Just a double bed and dresser, but that double bed is all that Brixton needs as he sits on the edge and pats his lap. Mike standing at the door, awkward with stage fright, but slowly being drawn to the man he loves. Sitting himself on the brute's leg, and looking up to the hunter.
"Now cub, papa wants a good time."
"Your saying papa and cub a lot..."
"Hahaha, yeah. Well I'm papa bear, and I need some cubs to look after. Cubs like you."
Mike's breath becomes rapid. Something about this is so... So hot. He wants to be good for his papa. To give in and do what the dominant hunter wants. Slowly taking off his clothes and stripping the hunter down after. Seeing Brixtons large hairy body as he is slowly brought into a kiss.
Brixtons plan is sprung as he takes over from there. Shifting into his werebear form, brown fur overtaking his body. Hiding his flab and muscle, growing claws and fangs as he keeps his lips locked with the servant. Breaking his mind with pure pleasure as the embrace slowly ends, and Mike looks to the bear with a dumb smile.
"Papa needs a good clean."
Mike nods, wanting to do anything for his papa as the werebears lifts his arm. Rank pits exposed to the air, stinking it with a mix of wet fur and sweat. The worker sinking in his nose before digging in with his tongue. Cleaning his papas pits and drinking down his sweat. Giving in to newfound instincts as his curly hair turns to brown fur. Ears moving to the top of his head and nose becoming black and wet. Tongue course and rough as he continues to do his duty. Motions guided by the werebears hand which is firmly placed on the back of his head. Eventually pulled from the hunters pits as Mike continues with his dumb smile, and Brixton with his grin.
"Did my cub like that?"
"I love it, papa!"
"Good. But my cub needs to grow a bit."
Brixton licks his lips as he looks to the transforming man's arm. Lifting it up and digging his own nose and tounge into the servants pits. Expert motions had as the workers pits are wet with fluid. Thick hairs turning to thick furs as fur sprouts from his underarm, growing down to his hand as it changes to a claw. Though it remaining rather unimpressive. Lithe with little muscle. Brixton backing away and Mike giving his pit a sniff, proud that it now stinks like his papa. Lifting his other arm as Brixton repeats the movements and Mike's other arm changes to match.
With his arms finished, Brixton places a hand on his stomach. The flab bouncing as he gives a hearty laugh, and Mike stares in awe.
"Now boy. You want this don't you?"
"I do!"
"So eager! Rest your head against it. Relax against your father."
With not a second to waste, Mike plants his head on the werebears stomach. The barrel of a gut comforting the younger bear, so large yet still rather hard. A thick covering of fat to start. With surprisingly stable and meaty muscles underneath. Mike's hands resting on the bears sides, holding onto the fur and feeling the new might within himself. Arms gaining that healthy bit of muscle, gut pressing out as his pecs become flab filled. Hairs quickly overtaking his torso, hiding the new coating of fat and obscuring whatever muscle the young bear has gained. Continuing down his legs as they too become thick and fkrm. The only part of his humanity left being his cock and ass, which begs for release.
"Cub. I think you're ready."
"Ready?"
"To ride your old man's cock."
Mike's face brightens. Turning around for the larger bear as Brixton grips his side's. Lifting him off the ground and positioning the smaller bear over his thick dick. His bear cock as hard as it can be, pressing against the workers opening. Stretching it opened as without warning he pulls the servant down. Impaling him on his cock, and getting a grunt of pain and pleasure. Brixton watching the younger bear with pride as the fur continues to climb. Reshaping his rear into the perfect size for his cock. Large enough to fit inside, but tight enough to still rub nicely against his pride.
Mike rises and lowers on his father's lap. Giving the older bear everything he wants in these simple motions. Making sure his papa is happy and feeling his cock pulse with each impact. Spurts of cum shooting out of his rapidly changing dick. Human spunk leaving him as his balls are drained. Cock shrinking back into skin, emerging with a new furred sheath and red dick inside. Already erect after he impales himself once more on his papas cock. Heavy with need as his new bear balls churn and the cub has his first orgasm as a werebeast. Thick spunk shooting onto the wooden flooring, overpowering his former human load.
Brixton smiles at his new cub. Gripping his side's once more and holding him still as he releases into the worker. Flooding his insides with virile juices. Blast after blast being unleashed into the newcomer as he takes all his father can give. Draining his balls before lifting the man off, and turning him around. Spunk dripping out of his ass, and lips planted on the older bears dick. Cleaning up any excess spunk before he's finally allowed to his feet. The new werebear looking at his new father with pride.
"That's it, cub. Come to papa."
Brixton spreads his arms wide as Mike is pulled into a hug. The two happy and at rest, enjoying their new family for a few moments before Brixton speaks to his son.
"I need more cubs, Mike. Do you think you can do your old man proud?"
"I can! I'll bring people to you papa!"
"That's a good boy. Ready them up for my thick dick."
"Yes papa!"