Taking place just after the El Gigante fight, Leon is exhausted from the day spent fighting and barely surviving the trials of the village. Of course, he briefly considers taking a break, but there’s no time to lose. Working like a dog this long though, he’s probably not in much shape to go on. 
       
       After finally playing the remake of RE4 and going back to play the original, I remembered an old fantasy I just had to write. I hope you enjoy this very special game over for RE4. 
       
       Leon the Coyote
       
       Leon took a deep breath, steadying himself against the rock wall of the quarry. “Giants now, huh? What’s next?” He laughed to himself and shook his head. “At this rate I’ll be in a castle, slaying dragons by morning. Who knew rescuing princesses would be so difficult.”
       
       He had just wanted to pause a moment, check his ammo, and maybe make sure that big nasty thing was dead. After doing all three though, the adrenaline that had been pumping through him wore off in a hurry. He nearly collapsed on the quarry floor. The damn headache that had been bothering him since he passed out at the lake didn’t help. He had to force himself to stand just to keep himself from passing out again. There was no time.
       
       Thankfully, he did have a least a little help pulling himself back. An urgent bark caught his attention. Standing on a nearby rock, the coyote that had helped him take down the giant was barking for attention. For a moment, Leon was worried there were reinforcements making their way to the quarry, but a quick glance around put his mind at ease.
       
       “Just worrying about me, buddy?” Leon took a deep breath and steadied himself against the coyote’s rock. He cautiously reached out, and, thankfully, the dog allowed him to pet it. It was a surprisingly docile creature considering how aggressively it had taken on the giant. “Don’t suppose I could convince you to come with me, huh, pal?”
       
       After Leon gave the dog a gentle pat, it yawned and shook. Most likely it was just getting its own shakes in after calming down alongside Leon, but the way it shook it’s head made for a pretty convincing, “No.” Just to be clear though, it laid down on its rock the moment it was done. 
       
       Leon smirked at the dog and shook his head right back. “Can’t say I blame you. I could use a nap too.” He sighed, starting to shiver. The headache pounded at him hard again, but not hard enough to knock him over. Still the way the dog looked at him, Leon couldn’t help but think he was concerned.  “Go ahead and rest, boy. You’ve earned it.” He smiled and steadied himself. 
       
       Like it or not, he knew he couldn’t linger too long. It was time to get back to the church. He had a princess to save after all. The church was just a jog from here now, how hard could it be?
       
       The howling he heard as he made his way out of the quarry didn’t fill him with confidence, to say the least. “Looks like little red riding hood’s next on the fairy tale list.” He steadied his gun and slowed his pace while he made his way forward along the path to the church. Soon enough, the big bad wolf made his appearance, dashing out from nearby and taking up a combat stance. 
       
       Leon got his gun ready without hesitation. He huge creature growled and stared him down. It aggravated his headache, but didn’t accomplish the intimidation he expected was the point. Much as he wasn’t looking forward to gunning down a dog, he fired 4 shots without hesitation, quick as a blink. In less than a second, the big bad wolf was whimpering and rolling over. 
       
       Unfortunately, the dog wasn’t trying to intimidate Leon like he thought. It was a distraction. The moment his first bullet fired, two more beasts darted out from out of sight and were on him before he could think. He managed to duck the first, but the second got its claws in him, leaping past and swiping a solid gash into his side. 
       
       The pain wasn’t even noticeable at this point. Between the number of hits he’d already taken today and the headache that surged even stronger while the dogs circled for another attack, Leon barely even noticed the wound. He kept firing, scoring another shot on the pale-furred monsters while they darted around. 
       
       That just brought on more bad news though. The second dog he’d nailed had rolled over quickly, but then it just got right back up, shaking violently before letting out a fierce howl that tore straight through Leon’s skull. Even worse, the monster’s back burst open violently in a shower of blood and foul-smelling puss. By the time Leon stopped reeling from the pain of the howl, he was staring down a massive wolf with a bundle of tentacles squirming out of its back. 
       
       “You’ve got worms too, huh?” Leon tried to keep up his spirits with a smirk and fired on the creature again, snapping off a tentacle or two with a couple of shots. He was still shaky on his legs though, and couldn’t manage to move out of the way.  One of the worms whipped out as the dog charged at him. With a solid strike to the face, Leon was sent reeling and rolling. Before he could even catch his breath, the second dog was on top of him.
       
       Time seemed to slow down the moment the air was knocked out of him by the huge dog’s weight. Claws dug into his vest and the beast smiled down at him with a far too wide smile filled to bursting with humongous fangs. Leon wasn’t scared by the sight though. His whole body was way too wracked with pain to be worried about feeling scared. It was like lightning was coursing through every nerve, starting from some sort of sharp pain at the base of his neck. Along with the pain came a single, fierce impulse. “Survive…” If he’d had time to be scared, Leon would have been terrified that the impulse wasn’t his own.
       
       However, time caught up before Leon could think about that. The monster lunged forward and tore into his shoulder with that mouth full of teeth, and his world went red as the overwhelming pain struck him while the dog tugged and tore his flesh. He couldn’t even manage to scream, only letting out a pained, barely audible gasp with what little air was left in him. 
       
       It lasted to only a second before the dog pulled away, tearing a piece of Leon away with it. Leon wasn’t sure what the monster took. Everything went black before he could assess the damage. Even the pain was gone in a moment, replaced by a warm numbness, then nothing. 
       
       Then, that impulse rang out again, alongside the sharp pain in his neck. “Survive…” 
       
       Leon’s vision went from black back to red, and the pain was back. First it was the sharp, shocking pain of the impulse. That gave him enough strength to roll himself over and open his eyes. Then he was aware of the warm numbness starting at his shoulder. Suddenly finding the time to worry, he realized he was rolling in his own blood. He couldn’t begin to guess how much he’d lost, but he knew it was too much.
       
       His body burned as the impulse rang out again. “Survive…” He tried to stand, managing to push himself up on one hand. Then he managed to get one leg under him. “Survive…” His own thoughts rang with the impulse. It was starting to hurt less. The shocks felt strengthening. He was starting to think he might make it through this somehow. 
       
       That didn’t last very long. While still on all fours, he was reminded that the dogs were still waiting for him. The same vicious howl that had staggered him before reminded him. His eyes shot up to see the largest dog with the tendrils writhing on its back, raising its head and howling loud in front of him. The impulse changed. “Survive… submit…”
       
       “Aaagh!” Leon screamed, his legs crumbled violently underneath him, the bones snapping violently and folding as he fell. He collapsed, silencing his scream for just a moment as his face hit the bloody mud underneath him. That also didn’t last long. The impulse’s strength had turned against him, and soon he was screaming much harder as its fire tore through his body. 
       
       All the while, the monsters were howling. When the large one in front of him took a break, to watch, the one behind him started up with just as much ferocity. Leon tried to fight against it, but the impulse they drove was tearing him apart. “Submit… Survive…” Over and over it stabbed into his spine, threatening to overpower every other thought. 
       
       He knew it was doing something to him. He could feel his body reforming. Bones at his waist cracked, and he could hear and feel his legs tearing through his clothes and skin. “Gotta… get... away…” Not thinking, he reached forward, trying to crawl away from the pain. When his hand tore at the ground, he finally was able to make sense of what was happening. 
       
       “Submit… survive…” Leon bit his lip, suddenly terrified as he watched claws violently tear through his hand and grab into the ground. The shock of the impulse hit him hard, but as he scraped the dirt, it didn’t hurt suddenly. The strength came back, but he couldn’t stop fighting it. “Submit…” The terror was overwhelming as he watched his skin tear and rip before falling off in a violent mist of red. Soon there was nothing left but bone and muscle. 
       
       The dogs had stopped howling and started circling. Leon knew why. The impulse knew, and as it tore and reshaped him, it became clearer. “Submit and you’ll survive…” He shook as he felt his skull stretch, and he felt tears run down his cheeks as he watched new flesh stretch over his arm and snout. “Survive and you will rule…” The impulse was strong as it spread through him even more, but it was also softer while it coated him with its warm, prickling coat of golden fur.
       
       “Survive and you will rule?” Leon knew it wasn’t his thought, but he also knew it was right. Briefly, he noticed a fading yellow tint over his eyes, and he blinked it away. He felt strong now, strong enough to stand. 
       
       Whimpering, the new coyote set his paws underneath him, and pulled himself out of the mud. His shoulder ached, but only ached. It wasn’t numb or torn, just leaving enough sensation to know it had been injured. Leon could tell it was already growing stronger. 
       
       The others howled in victory. Leon could sense their pride. It wasn’t exactly part of him, but he could hear it. His pack was proud. He could smell it too, even feel it. He blinked away the yellow and the tears again, and turned toward the injured beast. 
       
       The other dog still stood taller than him, seemingly prouder. It bared its many teeth at Leon and its many limbs writhed violently. Leon found himself panting as he looked at it. “Submit, yes…” It wasn’t just a simple command to be obedient. He understood that now, and his whimpering got worse. He could tell the monster was aroused, it wanted a mate.
       
       Leon, right now, wanted that too. The impulse in his neck was warm and sharp, and begged for it. To his shame though, he could feel it too, in his own way. It wasn’t like it was before exactly, but he was definitely aroused. He could feel his dick harden, even though it felt restrained in a way he’d never felt before, like it was caught in the world’s tightest jockstrap. He could also feel his ass itch, tingling in a warm, desperate way. 
       
       He lifted his tail and lowered his head, submitting. What little rags were left of his clothes and former skin sloughed off of him and into the mud. Right now he was desperate. His head was ringing and he realized he was a dog now, absolutely desperate for a bone like any other dog. His head swam with the smell of the larger dogs he could catch through the rain; the copper of the blood still on their fangs, the sour puss smell coming off of their many limbs, and the virile musk dripping off of their canine cocks. He wanted all of it right now, desperately.
       
       The large dog in front of him could feel his desire, not just see it, but feel it. And he gave Leon what he was begging for. One tentacle wrapped around his neck and lifted him, and a moment later a second one opened his maw and shoved itself into his throat. All the while the dog loomed over him with that vicious wide smile. 
       
       The other dog behind him knew too. It was behind him and shoving its nose up his rear the moment the first one had grabbed him. And as the tentacle worked its way down Leon’s throat, the other dog’s tongue worked its way over his ass and tail. 
       
       Leon was overwhelmed immediately, feeling more aroused than he ever had been before. “Submit!” He moaned in his head as he tried to push back against the dog invading his backside. Every lick made his dick pulse, and his tail started to wag like the dog he was. Every part of him wanted desperately for the other beast to climb atop him and mount him. “Submit!”
       
       The tentacle was strange, but no less arousing. It made his throat ache and tingle as it invaded, bulging wildly inside of him. It tasted just as vile as the sour smell it gave off, but Leon somehow found himself reveling in the taste. The impulse warmed and allowed his throat to stretch for the tendril without a moment’s worry for gagging. “Submit… alpha…” Leon groaned around the invasion, loving the sensation of being filled, but desperately needing more. 
       
       “That’s right… I’m your alpha dog…” The coyote’s eyes rolled back in his head as he sank deeper into his command. The monster behind him finished its licking and clumsily climbed atop him. The coyote could feel the other dog’s claws scraping over him, and soon he felt a hard, piercing heat set at his backside. At the same time more tentacles wrapped over his torso and his forelegs. “Submit to me…” He shivered, and the tendrils tightened, steadying him. He would have roared in excitement if he was able. Soon the beast behind him was humping wildly, desperately. 
       
       A warm feeling started to permeate his whole body the moment that he felt the other dog’s cock finally slide in under his tail. It started first as pure euphoria at the penetration, warm and filling without a moment of pain, just enough pressure for him to whimper. Then it pulsed wildly in his own dick as he pushed back against the beast. It felt like an unstoppable orgasm, only growing stronger as he was filled more and more. 
       
       Soon though, even greater warmth pulsed in his neck and head that somehow rang through his own rumbling lust. He was faintly aware of an old pain, a dull ache. That was overwhelmed by the shocking warmth though. The dull ache hung in his head, remembering his old history, but none of that mattered in this moment as the tentacle tickled the back of his throat and made him shudder and whine. 
       
       He begged them to go harder and faster, to properly mate him, and soon it was happening. He felt the knot of the beast behind him break through any little resistance that was left in him. He would have howled if he was able. Thankfully the other dog did it for him, howling passionately and lovingly as he filled Leon with hot warm sperm. 
       
       The tentacle pulsed too, and the larger dog that had been first to claim him howled. “We are the alpha.” The impulse and Leon agreed as they came together, and their pack came too. Leon had never felt so amazing before, drinking in every drop of seed the monsters fed him. 
       
       “Pack… obey…” Tears streamed wildly down Leon’s face. The tentacle pulled out slowly, leaving him to sink to the ground and push back against his mate of the moment as if he were any other dog. He whimpered, not wanting it to end. The impulse knew that it had to though. It was right.
       
       Leon held tight to his current mate to allow them both to continue riding out their seemingly never-ending orgasm. The dog turned and tugged at him, but he wouldn’t let them go. Not yet. He even watched hungrily as the larger beast in front of him took an obedient seat on the blood soaked mud, showing off his own large, canine erection. He wanted to taste it but there was something else that was more important. 
       
       He remembered the other dog. He would make a good mate. “Fetch!” He barked at his loyal attack dog, ordering it as best as he could before he started to whimper at the feeling behind him again. The impulse made sure the order was clear though, it rang out loudly right along with Leon. 
       
       The large dog barked back obediently and got to a stand, licking the drying blood from its fangs. It would set off for the quarry. Leon was not sure it would be successful. That thought made him shiver more. “Strong… boy…” He whimpered, picturing his true mate clearly in his head now.
       
       Very faintly, the dull ache in his head pounded. As the cold rain and mud finally started to soak into his fur, he could think again, remembering his mission. The impulse was right though. “They will be safe…” The girl he’d come here for would be safe, stronger than she was, just like him. So would her stowaway.
       
       Well, she wouldn’t be quite the lucky dog he was. He smirked and his tail wagged as he felt another surge of pleasure spurt from his cock. Right now, he was the luckiest dog in the world. He had his bone and his pack, and soon enough, that pack would be bigger one way or the other. The howling in the distance made him confident about that. 
       
       The yellow faded over his vision once more before he closed his eyes and sunk into that wonderful feeling of satisfaction. He’d never thought of himself as much of an alpha male before, but this he could get used to.