Night. A State Police car drove along the highway. In the front seat, the slim, blonde-haired Trooper Reston grumbled to himself, occasionally glancing at the sullen black youth of around thirteen sitting in the backseat. The boy, James, was a runaway from a local all-boys orphanage located near the forest. Reston had been picked him up and was returning him. The whole drive back, he'd endured a variety of vulgar insults from the boy. Reston endured the abuse and didn't hold it against the kid, though. He was no thug. Just a confused boy without a home. As he came around a bend, he saw, in the headlights of his cruiser, that the guard rail on the side of the road bordering a steep cliff had been bent out of shape. He frowned and slowed, flicking the lights on the roof on. "What's wrong?" asked James. Reston didn't respond, getting out. He peered over the edge and saw a car lying at the bottom. A crash! He stumbled hurriedly down to the rescue and found that the front and back doors on the driver's side were open. Empty. Where had the occupants gone? Suddenly, two hulking, beastly brutes appeared. They had once been respected scholar Professor Autry, father of one, and Ernie, father of two, but thanks to a cursed totem the former Autry held in one hairy hand, they'd been transformed into enormous, sexy lupine monsters, with but one thing on their minds: to rut and eat. For the former, the ex-professor, now the alpha, used the totem to transform Reston, the horrified trooper turning into a werewolf himself, albeit one slimmer and smaller than the other two. He tore free of his State Trooper uniform and growled and snarled in excited carnal delight. The alpha took him like a bitch, fucking him up against the crashed car. Then he gave him to his beta. The former police officer let it happen, knowing his place. For the other thing these beasts required, the one who'd once been the trooper led his alpha and beta up to the road, to where James cowered in the car. The boy watched, wide-eyed, as the monsters approached like something out of a terrifying nightmare. The alpha tore the back door off. The boy shrieked and was pulled free. The alpha had the boy first. James was fucked and slammed, brutally, against the side of the police car, over and over. Then the beta took him. But now his asshole was a bloody, torn and stretched ruin as the lights on the car bathed the scene in a reddish glow. Blood and semen ran down his dark-skinned legs, and from his nose and mouth. The panting new pack member swiped at him, but was smacked aside by the alpha. He snarled and bit back, forgetting his place. The alpha couldn't abide this, and bit off a small part of the disobedient wolf's ear, making him whine and finally back away. Satisfied, the alpha twisted the barely living James' head around until it faced backwards, and then tore him apart and threw pieces to his two subordinates. When they'd finished and nothing remained of James except his shredded clothes, the wolves having eaten even his skeleton, the alpha led the way down the toad towards the orphanage. Inside, two male staffers, Rudy and Keith, were on duty, slacking off and smoking a joint. It was an all-boys orphanage. Ages 8-13. They were all asleep, two to a room. The three wolves entered, silent and stealthy, although they soon wouldn't be. The two slightly stoned employees were caught off guard. Furry hands clamped over their mouths, the men are dragged into the hall. Their clothes rended. Torn. Thick, knotted cocks enter their asses as they were forced to touch the totem and begin slowly transforming as they get fucked. As this was happening, one of the orphans, Dylan, eight, got up for a drink of water and happened upon the scene, gaping. He was nine. One of the mature werewolves smelled him. Dylan was quickly seized and fed to the alpha, who swallowed him whole and alive, pajamas and all, the boy's little cock spasming as it slid over the huge wolf's tongue. As Rudy and Keith finished their horrifyingly sexy transformation, the now five werewolves sniffed, their sex making their appetites swell. They lick their chops and enter the boys' rooms to find food of their own as the alpha finished slurping down poor Dylan's terrified form, letting his gut sag hugely with the meat, belching wetly. The wolves first came to Dylan's room. His roommate, an older boy named Todd, who like Dylan was eight, groggily awoke. A huge tower of sleek, dark-furred muscle stands above him. Is it a dream? he wondered. He was seized roughly and turned on his stomach, pajama bottoms coming away. The bed rocked as the huge form positioned itself above him. Drool dribbles down onto his head from the lolling tongue and a high-pitched squeal was muffled by Todd's face being pushed into the cushioning pillow as the thickest cock in the universe took him, inch after inch fed up his rear. The savage beast took Todd like a bitch in heat. The bed creaked and rocked as the terrified boy screamed into the pillow. The taut lupine buttocks rose and fell with each ass-destroying thrust of raw, feral power, turning the weakly-squirming human into a fleshy cock sleeve as the furry tail lashed wildly. Unfortunately, the overeager lycanthrope went too far and the boy was smothered to death. His rapist kept it up anyway, cumming into the corpse. Extracting himself, he left Todd lying face-down and went into the other rooms, where he found his packmates having their fill with more lively, older boys, and found a young teen to stuff his dick into. This boy, a handsome black youth named Carter, survived the mating, and was rewarded for his stamina by being thrown back into the huge, fang-filled maw. The teeth bit down. Carter screamed as the fangs pierced his flesh, but the wolf didn't chew, really, preferring to swallow whole, throwing his head back and swallowing the frightened, bleeding boy in one long, smooth gulp. GLORPPPP! Observing all of this, the alpha wolf left his subordinates to do as they pleased for the most part and went to the next room. It contained two ten year olds, Arthur and Mel. Perfect. He kicked the door shut with his foot and roused the two sleeping forms from their sweet dreams and pulled from their beds into a waking nightmare that would only end in their horrifying deaths. Being more intelligent than his bitches cavorting elsewhere, he took his time. Using one claw each, he shredded the children's pajamas and underpants, leaving them shaking in the cold, naked, their little undeveloped cocks and balls on full display. These he eyed. For in addition to being gay for each other, werewolves were savage, hungry pedophiles. He bent to slurp along their little cocks as they gasped and moaned. Both boys became shamefully hard, experiencing what were to be their first and last erections. He pulled them close. They clung to his hot body for warmth as he cradled them. Arthur was fingered in his ass by a clawed fingertip. Mel got his underage junk fondled. They both came, their jizz smearing in the thick fur. The lupine maw yawned forth and descended over Mel, the black lips slipping down over his shocked head. He hoisted the boy up, shoving a little more in. A wet, sickening crunch filled the air. Arthur turned and watched the neck of his friend slide free of the daddy wolf's lips, popping free wetly, revealing it ended in a clean bite. The lycan master allowed the headless form to fall with a thud to the floor as he swallowed, the head making a huge bulge down his powerful throat. The wolf licked blood from his lips and growled tenderly to his next victim, who was destined to be his mate, viciously finger-fucking him to loosen him. He lifted Arthur up and lowered him butt-first onto his cock. The sobbing boy screamed as he was forced down, the hips pushing up, brutally mating him. He screamed for help, but there was no one to hear his pleas. When there was no more room inside his small, thin body, the alpha, his lover, his daddy, his master all at once, made room; Arthur's guts were moved out of the way by his captor's mammoth dick plunging into him, causing untold internal traumas. Internal organs were destroyed by the invading dick of destruction, and a hot rush of cum flooded up inside of him as the beast ejaculated. The mouth came down. The tongue lapped along his face. The great hand seized his head and pushed it back against the blunt tip of the bedpost. It pushed. Arthur gave one little glurp of surprise before a wet pop signalled the entry of the post through the back of his skull and into his brain. Blood rain from his flaring nostrils and he lay still. The wolf howled in delight. He pulled himself free, cock popping out wetly, bloodied, as a mixture of semen and blood oozed from the tortured asshole. Both corpses had little stiff erections. Grumbling, the alpha turned, lifting one foot so it was planted firmly on the bed, his erect but flexible monster dangling, and a thick stream of hot, smelly urine poured forth onto the head of Arthur, who sat propped in a sitting position by the post through his head, the steamy stream of piss dribbling down his naked, sweaty, abused form to pool around him. As he pissed, he picked up and began dismembering the headless Mel, eating his arms and legs, tearing his intestines and guts free, gobbling them down greedily, before biting off and swallowing the little cock for dessert. He enjoyed this meal alone, jealously, not intent on sharing with his four underlings, not even his beta. Finishing, he dropped all that remained of Mel, a spine and rib cage, to the floor, and smashed through the door, leaving the other body where it was. He'd return to it later. He headed to the next room to find a thrall viciously raping an eleven-year old, Edwin. He found a second cowering boy, Tony, under the other bed and overturned it. This boy was small for his age, thin, with glasses. A bookish type. He tried to crawl away, so the alpha planted a foot on his back and used his claws to pierce his spine, eliciting a squeal from him. Nearby, the other wolf stuffed Edwin headfirst into his maw and started half shoving, half swallowing him whole, watching his leader out of the corner of his eye. The alpha recognized in Tony, the third boy he'd taken for himself tonight, a similarity to his own first victim, his son, and in denial of his former humanity, he used one foot to push Tony onto his back, squatted down over him, and relaxed. The boy couldn't move as the lupine asshole opened. The tip of a thick, steaming turd slid free as the huge, muscular werewolf grunted. Down, down dangled this abominably rank, hot foulness. It touched the trembling lips. Passed them. Into the child's mouth. Filling it. He swallowed. Gagged. Choked. Spasmed. The shit finished sliding free and splatted wetly against his face as his eyes widened in asphyxiated terror behind the lenses of his cute, nerdy glasses, as he struggled to swallow the alpha's gift. Failed. Gurgled once muffledly. Shuddered and lay still. The hot, steaming werewolf shit covered the bookish boy's face as his glasses were smeared with wolf crap. The other wolf finished swallowing Edwin and watched as the beast farted and finished shitting, then ate the dead Tony's legs leisurely one at a time, crunching through bone, tendon and muscle. He ripped the head off and kicked it to his thrall as he carved into the skinny torso, while the other wolf picked up the head, licked the shit off, along with the glasses, which he crunched up, cutting his tongue, spitting the mouthful out in a big, gooey wad of crushed up shit, blood and saliva-encrusted metal and glass, and then he ate through the top of the head and sucked the brain out, tongue lapping down over the face to scoop shit out of the dead, slack-jawed mouth, swallowing the shit, brain matter and skull fragments down eagerly. He tipped the head back like a gruesome chalice and drank deeply of the bookish boy's blood, brains and fluids, then, when he had thoroughly reamed the cavity out, the head was dropped to the floor, cracking the already broken, empty skull. The alpha had devoured Tony's torso to naught but ribs, arms and shoulders, with accompanying dangling spine, and was burying his face into the ragged neck hole when they both saw Terry, a staff member, rush past the door with little Bobby, a surviving boy, in tow. They growled. The alpha dropped his meat and reached out, grabbing the child's ankle, dragging the cherubic, blonde ten year old into the room that reeked of blood, sweat, musk, sex and shit. Terry rushed in to assist his charge and was captured too. Terry was a thin, dorky-looking guy, but his looks were about to improve as his clothes were shredded and the alpha, his alpha, shoved a thickly-knotted dick into him. He screamed out in pain feeling his ass violated, his body penetrated. He changed slowly into a hot, sexy wolf, not as muscular as the others, but a sleek and sexy thing nonetheless. He was the weakest pack member by far. He whined, lolling his tongue, as he continued to be brutally fucked by his new master and owner, his willpower slowly draining as new, darker instincts replaced his every being, his every thought. The other wolf, his gut sagging with Edwin, who he'd swallowed whole, dragged Bobby over. The sleek wolf saw only a victim. A toy. Food. After his alpha finished with him, he pulled free and mounted the terrified boy and destroyed his ass, his cock larger than his packmates', making up for his skinny build. Bobby's hip bones cracked and were destroyed. The alpha nuzzled his newest lover along his neck, nibbling his ears, as he ended up getting rimmed by the third wolf, the broad tongue cleaning his asshole from his shit earlier. Another wolf entered, his lips meeting Bobby's. A kiss? Chomp. The fangs bit down, pulling away not just lips, but teeth and bits of ragged, bloody gum. Then his cock was stuffed into the ragged hole that used to be a mouth, and he fucked it brutally, the dying Bobby being spitroasted. The wolves howled and snarled, enjoying themselves. He bent forward, mouth finding the mouth of the transformed Terry, the thin wolf fucking Bobby's ass. No biting here. A tender, loving kiss. These wolves were devoted and loyal. A true pack. They'd dutifully serve their alpha. They were bow his children. His slaves and mates. Brothers and lovers to one another. They howled and worshiped their alpha. And because they were his children, there could be no others. All children, like Bobby, must therefore be food. They came, howling, filling the barely-living boy. He slowly felt the life drain from his small body. They then savagely tore him to pieces. At a snarling, barking command from their leader, they did one more sweep of the orphanage. None escaped. All three employees on duty that night had been changed, added to the pack. All the boys living here were dead. The alpha howled and rushed out. His betas collected all the corpses. All the bits of bone and meat. Nothing was left behind. They picked the orphanage clean and all of the werewolves took their food to the forest's deep, dark recesses as dawn approached. The boys had come to the orphanage because they had no families, hoping to be adopted. Instead it was the men assigned to look after them who found a family, a pack, forever and true, while the orphans themselves had been slaughtered without pity. The wolf howls filled the night forever after. A professor, a father or two, three orphanage employees. Gone. Now nothing but savage horny beasts until the end of time. The End.