"You didn't have to follow me." Carl said with a tired smile as he walked ahead of his two alphas. "I could have gotten us some supplies on my own."

Larc leaned down to lick his twin onto the nose, his large wet tongue all but drooling to get a taste of his submissive brother, but just as he did so another equally large and just as drooly tongue became entangled with his own. Rip-Raff instantly turned his eyes away from where they had been lasered onto his beta to instead focus them on the blue and gold asshole who he was dying to tear his claws through. Larc, thinking the exact same thing at that moment, glared at the red and white bastard with a frown that was just two steps away from becoming a full blown sneer. Sensing the other's disdain for him, Rip-Raff didn't hold back as he lifted his white lips up over his yellowed fangs, thus prominently displaying them towards the eight foot tall were-lucario who was his eternal nemesis.

That of course started the next bout of snarling and posturing, which, in turn, brought a long suffering groan from a certain raven haired lycanthrope.

"Please, you two, don't." Carl begged wearily. "Just...don't." Instantly the two turned away from growling at one another to look at their beta, their ears hanging low as their sights were cast upon his weathered features.

Carl was really, really getting tired of both of his alphas' squabbles, yet at the same time he was too exhausted to deal them a stern lecture of restraint at the moment. It had been several months since he and his pack had been forced to escape from the college where the twins had been studying at after a certain muscular duo decided to completely destroy their living space. Hotfooting it out into the wilds, the trio had been living off of the land ever since. While that might not had seemed so bad to anyone else, what with the world being filled with various plants and other pokemon that they could hunt for food, and humans ever on a journey to advance their skills and abilities as pokemon trainers that they could rob, the fact of the matter was that the three lycanthropes had feral instincts that made living within certain areas very...precarious at times.

Case in point, when they had first journeyed roughly several dozen miles away from the school it had been close to the full moon, Carl having been too preoccupied with survival to take notice of the silver orb's constant changes let the matter completely slip from his mind. Due to this happening, the pack's fiery bloodlust and barely restrained arousal had been at an all time high, so much so that when they had accidently come across a group of young humans that had been camping out in the wilds it had taken all of Larc and Carl's combined strength to keep the ever feral Rip-Raff from falling upon the group with fang, claw and cock. The twins knew that the red and white wolf had something of a taste for human flesh, their initial experience with the other having proven that with how deeply the red and white wolf had sunk his fangs into Carl's arm before accidently gnawing on the bone, and this was only made worse in his transformed state. The werelycanroc's bestial need for satisfaction would not be denied, and so there would be no chance that the group would survive the ravenous hunger of the savage rock type werepokemon.

Thankfully a howl from Carl had been enough to both wake and then scare the group of teenage horror victims in the making off, however, because of their interference Rip-Raff was left unsated. He quickly decided to take his frustrations out on Larc, as the other alpha male had been the source of the lycanroc's ire ever since the two had laid eyes on one another, not helping anything was the rock type's desire to take and then breed the smaller beta who smelled oh so wonderful to his sensitive nose. Yet the were-lucario was not so weak as to be easily taken down by the enraged wolf, and so the pair had locked horns together: muscles strained upon their initial clash as the pair grappled in that desperate way that only men seeking to dominate one another could before they ended up tossing each other down and then tackling the other. The sight of their massive chests and groins rubbing against one another as they sought to force the other to submit filled Carl with a burning lust, the heat of which made his already tight groin throb and then slowly expel his red tapered erection.

At least until fangs were introduced into the battle.

Blood and fur quickly flew throughout the forest air as the alpha pair struggled against one another, all the while Carl was pretty much helpless to try and stop his alphas. The smaller were-lucaro knew that he would be physically no match for either his brother or Rip-Raff, especially not transformed as they were and fighting tooth and claw with an animalistic desperation that actually turned his stomach. He was, sadly, a much weaker lycanthrope, despite being filled with the essence of both of his alphas; perhaps somewhere within him was an ability that could peacefully debilitate the pair, but Carl had yet to find it, he had instead focused so much of what little understanding he had of his new nature on healing and caring for both Larc and Rip-Raff that fighting was almost as alien to him as being a pokemon was to most other humans. With that being the case, the smaller of the three could do nothing more than stand back and watch with a heavy heart and tear streaked eyes as his two alpha tore into one another like the animals that they were, at least until he saw his brother on top of Rip-Raff.

Body bloody and yet proud, Larc glared down at the struggling male beneath him with a murderous look of glee that danced upon the edge of nothing short of mania. Sure, the werelycanroc was clawing at him as best he could, but upon sitting on the other's chest while holding one of his arms in a lock that demanded its surrender or decimation, the red and white wolf could do nothing against him, nor the fangs that opened and then gleaming within the cold, white light of the moon.

A sudden movement was all that it took before the red and white wolf's throat was caught in between the werelucario's massive jaws. A pained yelp soured the night air as Rip-Raff's glowing crimson eyes went wide as realization swiftly came upon him. A simple squeeze would be enough to choke him, but the look in the other alpha's eyes made it clear that he would not accept such a simple thing as the rock wolf's unconscious body as a sign of his domination over the other. No. He would want his life. And that knowledge made the werelycanroc panic and then struggle with an ever-growing desperation as he refused to accept such a pathetic end!

The scent of fear shot throughout Carl's nose with a subtle wafting rise that made him shiver in delight as he raised his tail high into the sky in a sign of utter dominance. Just a simple tug and then snap, that would be all that it took to finally end the nuisance that had dared hurt his brother so long ago, and still to this day thought to claim the other as his bitch. Wild, bestial delight shone within the werelucario's glimmering ruby eyes as his mind howled for him to do it, end the pitiful wretch who had long since overstepped his bounds by challenging him and his right as leader of the pack. Pulling backwards, he could almost taste the flesh beneath the fur, a little more tension and soon he'd have blood rushing over his tongue...

Knowing that he had to step in to stop this before Larc purposefully killed the other, Carl carefully walked over to his growling and drooling brother. Kneeling down next to the larger male, he slowly began licking the other snout and muzzle. This instantly snapped the were-lucario out of his bloodlust, as Larc's entire focus went from focusing on killing his rival to wondering about how deeply he could insert his throbbing cock inside of the other's still virgin rump, that his large stalk of crimson flesh was rubbing against the front of Rip-Raff's own engorged column of canine mass was not something he had paid attention to, that was just how much he despised the other alpha.

It took time to get Larc to ease up from where he had been trying to choke the life out of their packmate, his whines and ultimately teasing slip of tongue inside of his brother's drooling maw finally got the other to relent, but not before he was pounced upon and then smoothened with feral kisses for his troubles, but once it was clear that the werelycanroc wouldn't be killed that night, and his brother's need was partially sated by an sudden orgasm washing down the front of his golden chest, Carl eased the three of them away from the place that they had been in an effort to take them deeper into the forest.

After that the trio had made a vow between them that they would keep as far away from humanity as possible whenever the moon grew its fullest, Rip-Raff having been forced to agree to the matter in question by Larc barking at him loud enough to make both his and Carl's chest rattle from the intensity of his canid outburst. Yet that vow was broken during the month to follow when Carl found himself stumbling over a female trainer dressed in a very fancy set of clothing that was not of the current region who was about to be eaten alive by a victreebel. The were lucaroc had taken one look at this unfortunate happening, and quickly surmised that the trainer in question was literally unable to do anything to save herself, and then instantly reacted by letting his lycanthropic blood overtake him. The sudden shift of his body into his true self was like ripping a bandage off of a recently healed scab wound as he had been trying to hold back as best he could in order to train himself to endure the siren call of the full moon's light upon the feral blood coursing through his veins, however the young would-be medic didn't care anything about his pain. Instead, he rushed forward, his black furred hands balled together in a perfectly defined pair of fists, and then hit the man-eating plant hard enough to make it instantly regurgitate the shaken human. Not thinking anything of his safety, the werelucaroc swiftly began using a series of punches and kicks, the likes of which would have thoroughly impressed the average lucario, in order to beat the victreebel into submission.

It was only once the grass type pokemon was successfully defeated, its entire body crumpled before him in a massive of yellow and green mulch that bore no familiarity to the plant monster that it once was that Carl closed his glowing red eyes, breathed in deep and then finally let the rage billowing within him flow out of his aura. After he was sure that he was in control of himself, the transformed medic turned to look the scared human over. Instantly he opened his mouth to speak to her, but all that came out was a barking wuff, the depth of which made the other jump slightly. Flinching, Carl took a moment to make himself look small and as unfrightening as he could before he got down onto his knees and then awkwardly shuffled over to the young girl.

The were-lucaroc carefully searched the saliva drenched trainer for any wounds, but upon finding none, he placed one of his massive black hands in front of the other's face. A squeak left the girl, which made Carl chuckle without meaning to, before he closed his eyes and then focused on the budding energy within his being. Pulling it up and then out, the lycanthrope released wave after wave of pink aura from his being which quickly helped to calm the trainer's fears and anxiety. With the shield of desperate emotions no longer shielding her mind the young girl could not stop herself from breaking down into tears; the realization of just how dangerous the world could be without her pokemon partners there by her side completely overtaking them like a crashing wave.

Carl hugging the trembling and blubbering mass of human deep into his spikeless chest in order to calm her fears, his loving and empathetic nature demanding that he do all that he could to ensure that his current patient was comforted after such a trying experience. It took time, so much so that his packmates soon came after him to see why he had been gone so long, their looks of concern and confusion being met with a firm look silenced them from speaking at that moment, but once the other was somewhat settled the werelucaroc lifted the girl into his steady arms and then carried her bridal style to the nearest town, his sensitive nose having told him that she had not made camp recently. After dropping the other off at the local officer Jenny, who had a look of completely bafflement on her tired face that it made Carl chuckle without meaning to for a second time tonight, the lycanthrope bounded back to where he had left his packmates standing within the shadows of the surrounding woods, the pair of them licking and sniffing at the sides of his chest and neck in order to make sure that he was without injury, much to the werelucaroc's delight.

After that the trio had tried to move further into the wilds, however fate always seemed to find some reason to draw them back into the ill-prepared arms of civilized society.

Example in question: a couple of days prior, just when they were sure that they had found a nice canyon to live within for a while, Carl and Larc had caught someone searching for them. Or rather someone asking their lucario to do so for them as the wave of aura that had caught onto the edge of the twin's senses had made both brothers react with such sudden fear and apprehension that they instantly jumped up from where they had been sitting to look around in a panic. Rip-Raff swiftly rose and shot next to Carl's side, the red and white alpha's need to protect to beta of the pack that he curled the other into the bulk of his chest, all the while glaring at Larc to tell him what had raised the fur on both of their body. Larc, without even thinking of any other possibility as to why a lucario was aura scrying at that point in time, sent out such a strong wave of aura that it instantly disabled the other's vision. That night had been filled with a restless tension between the trio as the fear that someone might be after them overcame them.

Of course the fear was irrational, as no one probably suspected that there were any such things as lycanthropic pokemon within the world, however neither Carl nor Larc could be sure of this, especially given how the older of the twins had been infected with the lucario strain of lycanthrope virus in the first place. Maybe there were indeed others who went out to hunt their kind? It would make sense seeing as the lycanthrope they had encountered all those years ago had been eager to either eat and rape them. And in a world where people captured pokemon for fun and sport and food who were they to say that someone hadn't come up with a way to hunt their kind?

The trio didn't wait around to see if this was a possibility once those thoughts set in the next day.

Packing up what belongings they had, Carl had decided to go into town and see how much poke was left within his and Larc's joint account, as whatever was left he would cash out and then purchase two large backpacks which he would then stuff with as many provisions as he could carry. Ironically enough, thanks to his newfound strength and the martial training that his more feral brother had been given him, that would indeed be a lot. Hopefully the trio would be able to hurry themselves out of danger as soon as they could, yet neither Larc nor Rip-Raff had wanted him to go alone, not after a previous incidence found Carl running away from a group of humans that had thought him a strange new type of lucario and thus sought to capture him by tossing their pokeballs into his face. For some reason the capture devices seemed not to be able to contain him, as whenever he found himself digitized into living energy and then introduced into said devices they quickly exploded into pieces and subsequently released Carl from his inopportune prison.

It had taken all of his strength and resolved to keep both Larc and Rip-Raff from disemboweling the group of five once the two alphas stumbled over the scene in question of the smaller member of their pack running away with the lot of those said humans coming after him with makeshift ropes tucked securely within their grubby little hands. That one of them, a young girl with a pink bow, had been smart enough to recognize danger on danger's face was the reason that any of them had remained alive, as after pissing herself in fear upon seeing Carl struggle to hold back both massive towers of fur and muscle, she had screamed bloody murder before hightailing it out of the woodland area as fast as her feet could carry her. Her shrill cry had been enough to make sense filter through the desperate desire of glory that had filled the other boys, and upon seeing Rip-Raff surged forward and then snap his impressively large jaws into one of their faces - Carl had just managed to snag onto the other's stub of a tail and yank him backwards enough to keep the red and white wolf the centimeter's away that was necessary to keep the other from being a sudden lupine meal - that the group yelled as loudly as the female friend had, dropped their ropes and ran away as fast as their tailored shoes could carry them.

The alphas were now justifiably paranoid over their beta's safety and, despite still being annoyed to high heaven with each other, had resolutely decided to follow after him in order to protect the smaller lycanthrope. Carl had tried to reason with them that it would defeat the entire point of them coming along with him since they were currently forced into their true forms due to the near fullness of the moon, more than likely due to the fact the alpha pair were more pokemon than not, however the were-lucario and midnight lycanroc would not be denied. Their single minded desire to protect the smallest member of their pack raged within their minds so much that it was all they could think of.

With that in mind Carl had simply sighed, shook his head, and then came up with the idea of just telling anyone who asked that they were his pokemon and that he liked to keep them out of their balls at night since he felt safer with them next to him. He prayed to Arceus that most people would be too accepting of this truth to notice the oddity that was the ginormous pair to question him further, after all, lucario, even on their best of days, didn't get to be eight feet tall and six hundred pounds.

At least that had been the young medic's plan right before a loud explosion resounded within his and his alpha's ears.

Instantly Larc and Rip-Raff encircled Carl with their bodies, nearly smothering the other, as the fear of what might be coming their way overcome their senses.


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