﻿Feral Obsession - Part 2 Alt Ending
 
Key: MD, MC, MF, Transformation
 
Description: As the full moon rises, Xander’s antics come back to haunt him. 
 
This is the Alternate Ending version, and the new part is clearly marked below!
 
        After his rather intimate, and somewhat awkward, encounter with Roxy, a woman he discovered was really a werewolf, Xander limped home, bruised and beaten from the experience. Despite fully enjoying himself, it had taken its toll. By the time he reached his apartment he fell into the couch and was fast asleep. 
        He woke up about twelve hours later, just a few minutes before sunset, and crawled off of the couch to head towards the balcony. One advantage to being an Incubus was that you healed incredibly quickly, no matter how stupid you were the previous night. But there was something different about this evening. He was definitely healed and he felt energized, but he was energized in a way that he hadn’t been in a long time. There was something more…assertive? No, that wasn’t it. Aggressive! That was the feeling. It felt like he was angry without a source and wanted to dominate everything around him for the fun of it as a result. 
        He watched as the sun set over the horizon and then began to look down at the city. So many people…and so many of them attractive. So many sexy bodies just waiting to be… “Something's not right.” he said out loud as a strange feeling came over him, almost like a burning sensation under his skin. He stumbled back from the balcony and put his hand to his head to find that he was sweating. Something he never did. “What’s going on?” he asked, confused, as he looked to the east…and couldn't help but notice a light on the horizon. 
        Before he could fully grasp the implications, the tip of the full moon rose over the horizon, casting an eerie, cool white glow over the waters of Lake Michigan. The moment it did, Xander's entire body jerked. It felt like his spine had just broken in 15 places as he pulled back, doubling over and grunting in pain. He felt his skin start to tighten as his arms and legs began to grow, to become more muscular than they already were. His shirt started to rip, then his jeans. Finally, there was another grunting noise as something inside of him just seemed to switch off. 
        The shape of his legs were the first to start shifting as his knee moved higher and his boots tore apart, revealing larger, more animalistic feet. His feet elongated next as his heel shifted up off of the ground and higher along his leg, leaving him standing on his toes, toes that were getting longer, thicker, and starting to grow claws. He looked down at his hands and noticed his fingers were growing sharp, thick nails that were black as obsidian. And for a brief moment he couldn’t help but think “That’s…not right.” 
        But then he let out a hard growl as his eyes turned bright yellow and his face began to distort. A snout grew out from his face, elongating his mouth and nose as his grunts of pain turned instead to snarls. What was left of his shirt ripped apart and fell away while his skin began to grow a thick pelt of black fur over every inch of his body. A moment later his ears poked out from the fur, now pointed up and aimed forward but able to shift. His jeans were the last piece of clothing to be torn away as his tail, now covered in thick, bushy black fur, appeared and began to sway behind him. 
        The last thing he was aware of was doubling over onto all fours, then everything else faded away. 
        A howl echoed through the twilight sky of New Chicago as the newly born werewolf in Xander’s body made his presence known to the world. 
        Now the beast was loose as hell!
        The transformation itself was unique. Xander was no longer in control, no longer conscious, but his desires and dark impulses were all prominently a part of his new cursed being. The natural strengths and senses of a werewolf were heightened by his incubus powers. And since he was about fifty times stronger than a normal human, he was now fifty times stronger than a normal werewolf. In other words, a literal unstoppable beast. 
        The werewolf snarled as he moved to the edge of the balcony and began to scan the city below, a predator searching for its prey. Unlike a normal predator, werewolves were more…human…in their targeting. They didn’t go for the sick or weak animals, there was no sport in that. They went for the strongest prey they could find. Or whatever walked in front of them first. 
        His scanning was cut short when a howl echoed across the city in the direction of the forest preserve. Xander-wolf instantly locked on to its location and snarled. If there was another werewolf in the city it could be a threat to his territory, one he would have to deal with…right now. 
        With less than a moment's hesitation the beast jumped over the balcony and began accelerating towards the ground. A normal werewolf could survive the fall, but it would be messy…and Xander wasn’t a normal werewolf.  About ten stories into the fall his incubus wings emerged from his back and spread out wide and strong. Their usual scaly, dragon-like texture and dark red color were now black as night, thicker, and covered in a thin layer of fur where the scales would have been. They resembled a bat’s wings more than a dragos’s. But the moment the air caught the membranes in the wings, the beast began to glide through the air. Gone was Xander’s usual surprising grace in the air, leaving a hulking mass of fury and rage in its place. One purposely flapping his wings through the night to close in on his prey. 
        He closed the distance to the forest preserve in a fraction of the time it had taken Xander the night before. However, instead of a slow, graceful descent, the beast simply flew over his target and retracted his wings, accelerating to the ground with a massive thud and destroying a nearby tree in the process. He climbed to his feet and snarled at the werewolf across the clearing…Roxy. 
        The impact took Roxy completely by surprise, her suit had been replaced with a now tattered and torn jogging suit, something designed to stretch with her as she grew, but it didn’t seem to work as well as planned, kind of like the business suit she was wearing the night before, her large bulky build having torn it to shreds as she transformed under the overwhelming power of the full moon. Her blue fur was covered in small bits of debris from Xander’s violent landing but she recovered and snarled at the newcomer. This was her territory and she was going to defend it, at least that's what she thought. 
        But Xander was no ordinary werewolf….I said that once already you should be taking better notes…he was an incubus werewolf. And where Roxy was expecting him to pounce, instead he snarled and howled loudly into the night once more. Roxy saw her chance and charged in a vicious assault, only for Xander to lower his head and stare at her while his eyes glowed a swirl of hypnotic colors. But where Xander's eyes tended to be cool spectrum colors like blues, greens, and purples, his werewolf eyes were much darker, much warmer colors. Reds and oranges swirled around in dark yellow and black, making them look more like molten lava swirling inside a volcano rather than his usual orbs of energy. The moment those eyes activated, the entire clearing where Xander had landed lit up like it was being illuminated by a campfire. And Roxy was directly in the middle of his gaze. 
        Her charge came to an almost immediate stop as her limbs simply froze and she slid along the ground, still on her feet, for several inches and then stared at the new werewolf. Xander moved closer and closer to Roxy, staring into her feral eyes, and let out an uncharacteristic roar. As he did, Roxy’s yellow eyes faded and first became completely white, after she blinked, however, they were a deep, molten red. She was under the spell of the new incubus. He had claimed her as one of his and her animalistic mind couldn’t help but fall into line…with her new Alpha. 
        Xander, meanwhile, had shown up expecting to find a rival, instead he had a mate. He wasn’t going to drive her out of his territory, he was going to claim her territory…and, more importantly, her…as his own. He snarled and felt a rush of power as Roxy’s tail and ears bowed in submission while her glowing red eyes slowly lowered along with her head and she bent down on all fours. 
        If there was any human part of Xander left awake, it manifested in a grin on the werewolves lips before he arched his back again and howled victoriously into the night. A long, echoing howl that was suddenly cut short. 
        Something had alerted his senses and he quickly turned to look in the direction it had come from, ears angled to focus in that area while his nostrils began to sniff. Roxy sensed it as well, shifting and snarling in the same direction as Xander but staying lower to the ground in a submissive but ready posture. Prey was approaching and they could both feel it. 
        Without hesitation Xander practically lept over Roxy and started to stalk through the forest, heading to the very edge as Roxy followed obediently. As they reached the edge of the forest they both spied a young woman…well, more of a Neko than a human woman. She had a human body and face, but two red cat ears were clearly sticking out of her short red hair, and a matching red tail swished behind her as she walked. She wore a tight, skimpy pair of denim shorts, and a sleeveless top that was tied up in the front and left the area from her chest to her belly button visible. Her knee high black leather boots clicked against the sidewalk as she walked happily down the street on the edge of the forest preserve, completely unaware she was being stalked. 
        About a block away were two police officers leaning against one of the walls of a nearby building, quietly talking to one another but still within ear shot. Xander snarled and looked down at Roxy, and almost instinctively she seemed to know what to do. Without hesitation she began to stalk her way through the woods towards the police while Xander moved in the opposite direction and began to stalk the Kitty. 
        As if the timing had been somehow planned, Roxy made her way to the edge of the preserve closest to the police and swiped at a tree, breaking its massive trunk and sending it crashing to ground where it fell across the street and scared the hell out of the cops who were not far from it. She leapt out and snarled as screams and gunshots echoed in the air, followed by the sound of metal being slammed and crushed. A wilhelm scream echoed through the city not long after. 
        The Kitty spun around and noticed the tree across the road first, but the sound of gunshots and a familiar movie sound effect filling the air was enough to convince her that she should probably be somewhere else. She turned to run down the street and instead ran face first into the chest of the werewolf form of Xander. 
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        She stepped back with a start, gasping in surprise at the massive hulking beast that was snarling down at her. She wasn’t sure if she wanted to scream, to run, to attack, or to simply faint. Instead, she simply froze in surprise while her feline tail went almost completely limp. Apparently it fainted for her. 
        Before her brain had a moment to decide on any other options, Xander reached forward and grabbed the tiny Kitty by her shoulders and gazed into her eyes. A stream of red, orange and yellow hypnotic energy flowed from his eyes into hers. To an onlooker it would have looked like fire moving from his eyes into hers and igniting her eyes in a glowing white flame. 
        Kitty’s body twitched and shuddered as she let out a gasp. Her mind was overloaded and locked up, she couldn’t think, she couldn’t react, she couldn’t… 
        And just like that, her mind was off. Her entire thought process had simply come to a stop, solid and completely frozen. The wolf let her go and she stumbled back, eyes still blank and gazing ahead with no thoughts behind them. Her mouth had fallen slack while she stared out into the night, unseeing and simply…absorbing. 
        The wolf snarled and walked around his helpless prey, sniffing at her as he did and sliding his hands along her body in a very human caress. There was, of course, no resistance. She was helpless. 
        He snarled into her ear from behind and her eyes rolled up into her head as she let out a soft sigh and sank down to her knees. Her body wobbled and her head rolled, sliding over her right shoulder and then down to her chest while she started to fall forward. Luckily her instinct kicked in and she put her hands down to the ground and caught herself on all fours. She tilted her head back and let out a loud feline “mrowwww”. 
        Xander also landed on all fours, completely on top of her with his arms and legs spread out over every part of her body, while a different part of him started to explore her hind quarters. She was lost in the sensation, held down in such a way that she couldn’t get up if she tried, but she was far too gone to even think about trying…or to even think at all. 
        A large hand moved along her chest and her neck, pressing her down to the ground as the werewolf’s snout sniffed along her shoulder and she felt some of her clothes ripped away by the animal's claw. A moment later her eyes opened wide as she let out a gasp and a purr as her body was rocked by the wolf’s movements. 
        Kitty's body responded, pushing back against his almost on instinct, like this was what her body needed, what it wanted all along. She purred and shook under the pressure, the control of being held down and kept in a position of submission. It felt so right to her, so compelling. Her slack face shifted to one of pleasure and bliss before she let out a very slow, very content purr, only for her expression to return to being completely slack and blank. Her feline tail slowly slid along Xander’s much larger, much thicker wolf-like tail, as if in her own subconscious way she was trying to connect with him as much as he was connecting with her. 
        In the distance the sound of gunfire stopped and a howl of triumph from Roxy echoed through the night, followed shortly by Xander's own howl. As for the Kitty beneath him, she was pinned and purring deeply, almost trying to mimic the howl in her own feline way.
        The wolf continued his gyrations and leaned in, clamping his teeth down onto Kitty's shoulder while she let out a gasp and a moan and her eyes rolled into her head. She seemed to almost be asleep, but then a moment later her eyes opened and the red hypnotic lava was augmented by a yellow glow as her face started to grow fur. 
        Her delicate hands on the pavement started to grow, stronger and thicker, while her dainty human nails were replaced by thick black claws that tore into the concrete. Her legs and arms became larger and more muscular as her body began to expand what was left of her clothing stretched and tore. Meanwhile, her purrs turned into grunts and growls before a wave of pleasure pulsed through her body. Whether it was from the coupling or the curse, she let out a satisfied howl that echoed deep into the night. Xander responded, and in the distance so did Roxy. 
        The pleasure that pulsed through her made her fur stand on end like a cat's, but the form and shape was clearly that of a wolf. Her body shook with the sensations, the strongest rush of pleasure she’d ever felt, and wouldn’t you know it, her conscious form wouldn't remember a thing about it. She was something new, something powerful. Twice the size that she was before but still far smaller than Xander. The wolf had taken hold, it had her, she was something different, something new, and deep inside she liked it. 
        Now there were three. 
        Xander removed himself from his place of dominance over her and stepped back, snarling. The now feral Kitty turned, staying on all fours, and bowed her ears and tail in submission. The playful and easygoing woman she had been was now completely asleep. Now she was wild and untamed, full of passion and aggression, and a deep loyalty to the Alpha that had turned her. Her fur rippled in a way that was different from the others, keeping a small part of her feline heritage while her eyes glowed with the bright red of Xander's control. He was creating quite the pack of wolves. And the night was still young. 
 
To Be Continued… 
 
Roxy belongs to Psyco Turnip
Kitty belongs to Kitty
 
Curious what might have happened had the transformation of Kitty happened in a more animalistic fashion? There is an alt ending available on my patreon page covering that exact scenario: <a href=" ">Feral Obsession - Part 2 Alt Ending</a>
 
Thanks to Sleepygirl, Kitty, Ivy, and Psyco Turnip all for collaborating on this story with me! This was very much a group effort in ideas, writing and editing! 
 
(If you would like to see the editing reactions to this story, you can find that here: <a href=" ">Feral Obsession - Part 2 - Editing Banter.</a>
 
Thank you so much for taking the time to read this! You can find alt endings and alternate scenes for most of the stories I’ve made on my <a href="http://www.patreon.com/sleepyhypno">Patreon page!</a> If you have any comments I would love to hear them! You can follow more adventures at <a href="http://www.SpiralsNightClub.com">Spirals Nightclub!</a> or my <a href="https://www.deviantart.com/sleepyhypno">Deviant Art Page</a>
 
Featuring: Xander, Kitty, Roxy 
 
 
 
 
 
  