HSA-871: Wolf Statue of Accalia

The diner looked as if it had been somehow exempt from the progression of time. Wilson noticed a greasy film on everything he touched. While not desirable, he did not find it intolerable. The diner had a certain charm. Around him, several locals hunched over their morning meals. Most of the conversation was confined to one or two tables of old men who had likely been having the same conversation for twenty years or more.

From his booth, Wilson could see out of the broad windows. The cracked and sun bleached pavement had already begun to radiate a haze as the desert sun rose. Beyond the few buildings in the town of Newton sprawled the empty, reddish American West. It had its own beauty, but not to Wilson's liking. To him, it was dead land and the little town that hosted him was the last of the necrotic bacteria being baked away like everything else.

Wilson's attention was drawn back to the diner by a sweet voice asking, “What can I get you?”

He noted her name tag, “Lauren.” His mind spat out a series of information as he looked the girl up and down. Lived in Newton most of her life. Father was a trucker who bought a maintenance company and set up shop on what he thought would continue to be a major thoroughfare. Lauren had attempted to leave for college, but ran out of money and didn't fare as well in a bigger pond. Wilson had watched people for many years and seen many things. Though he doubted anyone else in the diner or town would notice, the young woman wore a constant expression of panicked desperation. Could be her, he thought.

“Coffee, no cream,” Wilson said, politely. “Eggs with toast.”

Lauren scribbled down his order, “Funny way of saying that. Most people just say coffee black. Not sure I've heard someone specify no cream before.”

Wilson's lips tightened, “Occupational quirk.”

Lauren started to ask what exactly that meant, but the girl knew better than to pry too deep into the lives of the diner's frequent travelers. Wilson did not look like the usual kind of man that frequented the establishment, but she was able to keep her curiosity in check. “I'll get that coffee for you right away, and the food will be out in a moment.”

Before she left, he added, “And a glass of water please. Tap, no ice.” Lauren nodded, now positive that the stranger was indeed odd.

Wilson went to reach into his jacket pocket, but remembered that he was not wearing his usual suit. Instead, he was dressed in a button up, short sleeved shirt and blue jeans. He had no trouble remembering that his feet were squashed into a pair of work boots that were a size too small. The outfit made him feel foolish and out of place, but it seemed to be doing the job. The town saw him as an outsider, but not one unfamiliar with their lifestyle. He could pass easily for a trucker or a migrant worker so long as no one asked too many questions.

Fishing into his jean pocket, he withdrew a small box, not much larger than a pack of chewing gum. The box was divided into two compartments. Wilson opened the one on the left and looked at a thirty or so small white pills. He looked for Lauren who was still preparing his coffee behind the counter. Idle, he flipped open the other compartment and looked at a different pill. It was red and quite large. He'd always had a strange feeling that he would choke on it. He closed the second compartment after a brief consideration and took one of the white tablets out as Lauren dropped a glass of water on the table. In a quick motion, he popped the pill in his mouth and took a swig of the water to wash it down.

“One cup of coffee, no cream,” Lauren said in a sweet voice. “Sugar is on the table. Comes in packets if that's another one of your...quirks.” She fumbled the sentence out, realizing that what was meant to be polite had sounded quite insulting. “Say, uh, mind if I ask what you're in town for? Driving a rig?”

Wilson slid the saucer bearing his coffee cup over in front of him. “I'm here looking into something for a friend. Daughter went missing a few months back.” Wilson watched carefully as he stated his purpose, but saw no hint of recognition on Lauren's face.

“Oh, gosh,” she muttered. “I haven't heard of anyone going missing,” she said, a genuine tone of concern in her voice. “Course, we have people pass through all the time. I suppose it's not uncommon for this to be their last stop. Nothing between here and the state line except Merle's gas station.”

“Assuming she would be heading west?” Wilson asked between sips of his coffee.

Lauren put her hand on her hip, delighted at the chance to gossip. “Sure. We don't get many travelers at all, but when we do, they're from the east and heading west. Trucking routes work out that way since they all cross the mountains then swing down towards the border.”

Wilson nodded. “This gas station you mention. The owner live out there?”

Lauren furrowed her brow. “I'm not looking for anyone to get in trouble. Merle's as old as dirt and everyone's known him for twice that long.”

“No trouble. Want to find the girl is all.” Wilson made an unconvincing effort to soften his tone. A bell rang in the window to the kitchen, and Lauren floated away. Decent person, Wilson thought. Protecting her own. She returned a few moments later with his breakfast.

“Merle lives out there. Comes to town once or twice a week. He usually doesn't go out to meet anyone who stops at the station. There's no store or anything. Two pumps one regular and one diesel. Try not to spook him if you go nosing around. He's not overly fond of strangers.”

Wilson nodded. “I”ll keep that in mind. Thanks.”

As she left, he turned his attention to his breakfast. The food was surprisingly good for something so simple. His mind turned over each flavor as it touched his tongue, making certain that nothing out of the ordinary lurked in his meal. He didn't expect anything, but could never be too careful.

Wilson grimaced through the short walk from the diner to his car. The temperature was increasing rapidly, but that didn't bother him as much as the sun. The heat was dry and sort of a welcome relief after his last assignment. Why doesn't this sort of thing happen in a decent climate? he wondered as he took shelter in his rental car. The air conditioning provided some relief, but the sun continued to bake down on him through the windows. Noting that the majority of the diner was still looking out at him, he decided to find elsewhere to consult his notes. As he pulled away, he noted Lauren standing at one of the windows, a coffee pot in her hand. She looked sweet and innocent. Wilson found himself wondering how often she had considered taking a ride away from Newton with one of her customers. Maybe that's what happened to Eva.

He drove on past his hotel to where he knew he could find some shade. An abandoned drive in movie theater stood on the outskirts of town, a relic from a more prosperous age. The screen still stood. Many of the panels had rotted away and even the metal girders had started to give way to the sun and heat, but it provided a giant shadow where the weary traveler could find respite. Wilson pulled into the empty lot and parked as close to the center of the shadow as he could. Free of the sun, he unlocked the glove compartment and pulled out a black notebook.

Opening it up, he took a pen and started to note down his conversation with Lauren. Writing more than he thought was necessary, he included everything he'd ate or drank that morning. He also noted the time of his last dose. Once that was done, he flipped back a few pages and looked at a picture taped inside the notebook, beneath which was scribbled “Eva Miles.”

It was a candid shot taken of her at a bus stop. Eva looked to be in her mid twenties, white, with very few distinguishable characteristics. In a lineup of average women, she wouldn't have stood out in the least, except for one thing. On her left wrist was a mark. The quality of the picture was awful, but the mark was a clear as if it had been superimposed over the image later on. The symbol was simple, an X with two parallel lines drawn across it. It would have been a harmless doodle if it had not looked like it was branded into Eva's skin with a hot iron.

Wilson closed the notebook and put it back in the glove compartment. From beside it, he took a pistol and placed it on the seat next to him. Putting the car in drive, he headed west.

Years earlier:

Wilson knew what the police lines meant. He recognized many of the men in black suits. They turned to look at him with dispassionate eyes as he approached the house. Neighbors were being pushed back, told lies, and sent off to their homes where they would wake up on the morrow with a different version of events in their head. Wilson approached the man standing closest to the door.

“Agent,” the man said in greeting as Wilson approached. Wilson recognized him as one of the Nameless. Nameless were rarely seen and rarely spoke to anyone. And it was never good when either of those things changed.

“Sir,” he responded, curtly. His eyes turned towards the house and a chill went up his spine. Above the door, someone had carved in an X with two parallel lines across the top and bottom.

The Nameless spoke, “The house is contained. We are preparing for shipment. You are to report to Site-44. You will be debriefed, but in the meantime, I have an informal question.”

“Of course,” Wilson said. His voice was strained.

“The item from your last assignment, the Corvus, do you recall it?”

Wilson pictured the small figurine in his head. A wolf made of stone with eerily black eyes, etched into the surface over and over again, as if branded there by hot iron, was the same symbol as appeared above the doorway. “Yes, of course.”

The man nodded. “It has vanished during transport. We believe that we have misunderstood its properties.” The man pointed to the mark on the house. “How do you surmise that symbol came to be here?”

Wilson swallowed, forcing the lump in his throat back down. “The ones affected by the Accalia tend to replicate the image in many fashions. Marking of the domicile is not uncommon. It can lure the weak willed in much the same fashion as the idol itself.”

“Correct,” the man said. “Would you like to go inside? They are still within. Four subjects.”

Wilson wanted to leave the place and never think of it again. “I believe that it is necessary,” he answered. Clenching his teeth, he strode past the guards and approached the front door. The Nameless followed silently.

Other men in suits guarded the door and occupied the house. They carried strange implements and many of them had the same hollow eyes as the nameless man. A familiar smell greeted Wilson as he entered the house. The pungent, wet smell of sex was all too common to him. For a moment, he stopped in the hallway to look at the family portraits on the wall. A smiling family of husband, wife, and daughter looked back at him. The familiar face of the woman made guilt rise up in his throat. He felt the empty gaze of the nameless man on his back and moved on into the house.

As they neared the bedroom, the guards grew more harrowed and gaunt, as if the life had been drained out of them. Nevertheless, their grim eyes watched Wilson as he walked past. The door of the bedroom opened, and he stepped inside.

The bed had broken and the shattered wood had been cast aside. On the mattress were four bodies, writhing in copulation. At the center was a woman. Though she looked very little like the one in the hallway pictures, Wilson knew it to be her. He watched as his friend's body bucked and writhed in pleasure. She no longer looked the demur housewife that he'd known her to be. Instead, she was a glorious visage of sex. Mountainous breasts jutted up from her chest, wobbling as she moved. Her hair was no longer a graying blonde, but a rich black which curled down around her shoulders, sticking here and there to her sweat. Though his view was obscured, he knew from previous experience that her hips were wide and her ass was swollen to lewd proportions.

Around her hovered three men, though it was difficult to call them men any longer. They were hulking monstrosities which lived only to pleasure the woman before them. One, the woman's former husband, had positioned himself between her legs, shoving his cock into her with reckless abandon. The other two stroked their inhuman lengths over her chest as she craned her neck to take them into her mouth. Her hands encouraged them by grabbing and tugging at their balls while her husband started pumping cum into her.

The four of them shared one other trait. Across their whole bodies, the Accalia symbol appeared again and again. Some of them had been made and others had just appeared. As the man in the woman's pussy finished grunting and let his cock slide out of her well used snatch, a new symbol glowed into existence on his back. The man shuddered as even more muscle grew, his tendons lengthening slightly more as he stood up to a full height. Another of the males pushed him aside and happily sheathed himself in the cum drenched pussy.

Wilson spoke, “They'll start to change soon. They should be separated.”

The Nameless answered, “We have taken that into consideration.” He turned away from the wretched scene. Wilson continued to watch, hoping to see a glimmer of humanity left in the eyes of the creature that was once his friend. The nameless man spoke again, “From your notes, you mentioned that you stopped to visit your friend during the second week of your original investigation. Do you recall any event where this family may have been contaminated? Further, do you recall any sign that the Accalia may be sentient and intended you harm for interrupting its plans.”

Wilson finally looked away as one of the males started to ejaculated onto the massive tits. “Yes, and no. My journal was left accessible during the night of my stay here. It is possible that someone else in the house read it and pursued more information on the details found within. We know the Accalia to have incredibly persuasive effect.” Wilson finished his comment with a pointed glare at the man. The statue had not vanished from HSA control by accident, but he did not know how it could have returned to his sister's home.

The man nodded. “As I said, clearly we have underestimated the item's potential. We will offer these subjects all the care we can. Though, as with the previous incident, we have yet to find a method of reversing the process.”

“Who are the other two?” Wilson blurted out. He knew the neighbors here as well.

The Nameless looked over his shoulder briefly. “Stray dogs, Agent,” the man said, yellow teeth appearing in a failed attempt of mirth.

Wilson scowled. “Where is the statue now?”

The man reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a picture. “With her, most likely,” the man said as he handed Wilson the picture of Eva Miles. He looked at the picture of his friend's daughter and his stomach dropped once more. On her wrist, he saw the mark.

Present Day:

All around him spanned the open desert. As far as he could see in any direction was a flat wasteland, spotted only with thorny shrubs. Wilson's care zipped down the highway towards the only thing in site, a small house and two gas pumps. Several signs along the way had warned him “Last Gas for 100 miles, stop at Merle's.”

As he approached, he saw a rickety sign hanging from a wooden cactus, the weather worn ornament yet another relic from more prosperous days. Beyond that, he saw another car already at the pumps. The door was ajar and no one was in sight. He parked and exited the car, discretely tucking his pistol under his shirt.

“Anyone here? Hello?” he called, but no one answered. After a quick inspection, he knew that the gas station was abandoned. He didn't recognize the car and it had local plates. Not Eva's. Moving around to the driver's side, he found the keys still in the ignition. A film of dust had settled inside the car's interior. He tried the ignition, but was greeted with only a rapid clicking sound. Battery is dead. It's been here a while. His eyes turned towards the small dilapidated house about fifty yards away.

Wilson approached the house. The floorboards of the porch creaked as he moved along, but the noise was drowned out by the loud whir of air conditioning units along the side of the building. After attempting to glance in through the windows, he moved to the front door and tried the knob. It gave way with a loud groan and the door swung inward. Wilson listened carefully for the sound of anyone coming, but nothing greeted him other than a refreshing breeze of cool air. Determined, he stepped inside the house.

The interior looked worse than the outside. Stacks of old magazines covered every inch of the room other than where an old recliner sat in front of a television. Wilson glanced into an adjacent kitchen where stacks of dishes sat unwashed. Had it not been for the heat scouring the smell, he was sure the stench would have overwhelmed him. A soft noise drew his attention and he moved down the hallway, the sound becoming too familiar for comfort.

As he reached a bedroom, he peered through the cracked door. On the bed a young woman sat, entirely naked. She was cross legged and eating some type of ice cream bar. Wilson felt the hair on the back of his neck prickle, and he realized his mistake. He spun around just in time to pull the man forward, using his own attacker's body weight against him. They crashed into the bedroom as the door shattered underneath the attacker. In a quick motion, Wilson brought his pistol around and fired twice into the behemoth. The bullets staggered him, but Wilson was pleased they even managed that. The man's wounds were rapidly healing. Instead of continuing to fire, Wilson rolled over to the bed, grabbing hold of the young woman and putting the gun to her temple. The man bellowed an inhuman roar, but held his spot.

Wilson breathed a sigh of relief, “Now, I'm not here to hurt anyone.”

“Then why did you shoot Merle?” the girl asked with a giggle. Her hand was moving down to Wilson's crotch, exploring for a new thing to play with. “How come you're not hard? Merle is hard all the time. Aren't you boy?”

The man-beast growled in approval, and Wilson knew he wasn't in nearly the playful mood as the girl. Merle was not a decrepit old man as Lauren said. Instead, a seven foot tall, muscled behemoth stood opposite Wilson. Merle's body was covered in Accalian symbols. Wilson tugged back on the girl's neck, causing her to bend outwards. Her full breasts made it difficult to see, but Wilson was allowed a better view of her torso. He noted a few of the symbols on her as well. She was a recent addition, but Merle had been under the spell for a while. The woman had also not been lying about Merle's current condition. A huge cock jutted out from him, rock hard and pulsing as precum oozed from the tip. Even in a fight, his sexual hunger wasn't diminished.

Wilson brandished the gun as the hulk tentatively inched closer, “Look, I don't want to hurt either of you and I'm not here to take your woman. I need information about how this happened to you. This won't do much more than slow you down, Merle, but I'm pretty sure it will do some lasting damage to your mate.

Merle responded with a low growl, but seemed to understand. He dropped to his knees on the opposite side of the room. As a show of good faith, Wilson lowered the gun, but kept it close it hand. The girl remained unfazed by the event other than her confusion about Wilson's lack of arousal. “What's wrong with you? How come you're not sniffing my pussy like a hungry dog?”

Wilson loosened his grip on her. “Special medicine,” he said flatly. “How long ago did you arrive here?”

The girl shrugged, but made sure to waggle her tits at him on the off chance that he hadn't seen them yet. “Couple of days ago. Or wait, this morning? I can't remember. We've been fucking until you showed up. I thought we'd get to have some extra fun. Merle's got such a fat cock, but he can't fuck my ass and pussy at the same time. I told him we should go find more cock, but he didn't want to go to town. Said it was too far. Even promised him more pussy, still wouldn't go.”

Wilson eyed the large man. “What about you, can you still talk? Some time ago, you were an old man living in squalor. Now you're a mildly possessed sex demon. Aren't you a little curious how that happened?”

Merle spoke, but it wasn't a human voice. Instead, the words came out as growls and whimpers somehow contorted into speech. “Girrrrlll came. Shoooowed Merrrrle statue...let Merrrrle taste her....wanted moorrrre...”

Wilson had seen it before. Merle had been fortunate to find a mate when he did. The man would have likely tried to drive or walk to town and died in the heat. “When did the girl come here? Which way did she go?”

Merle was having difficulty focusing as the cursed girl on the bed had spread her legs and began stroking herself to the sight of her lover's inability to reach her. “Two...days. Back to toooown.” Unable to resist any longer, the man dove between his mate's legs. Wilson let her go, scrambling back towards the entrance.

Merle eyed the other male with hostile suspicion, but the dripping pussy in front of him was too much to resist. His tongue lolled out of his mouth, and Wilson let out an involuntary gasp. The tongue was much too long and wide to belong to a human. The sinister appendage started to lap hungrily at the wet snatch in front of him. From the innumerable symbols on his body, small bristly hairs started to grow.

Wilson watched, both for his own fascination and for his journal. The girl's head fell backwards as more and more of the symbols appeared on her body. Her breasts heaved as they grew to a greater size. Her hair started to lose its coloring, transforming along with the rest of her. Wanting to be full again, she pushed Merle onto his back and giggled as his thick cock wedged itself between her newly round ass cheeks. She had to almost stand up in order to position the pole at the entrance to her pussy, but once she had him where she wanted, she dropped herself on his full length with an unearthly scream of pleasure. The two of them started rutting like animals in heat. Wilson's eyes widened as he watched the monster's thick cock slide so easily into and out of the woman as her ass jiggled.

My heart's beating too fast, he thought. He turned his back on the corrupted pair and walked back out to the desert quickly. He tried to slow his breathing, but he couldn't get the image out of his head. What must it feel like? The change comes so gradually at first and then they turn into animal minded devils. They revel in the pleasure. The males pump their vile ichor into every orifice they can while both male and female howl with delight. How many are there already? How many more will there be? How can such a weak man resist this? If I were like them, if I were the strong one, I could control them.

The blinding sun shook him from his dark thoughts. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out the small box and opened up the section with the smaller tablets. He pushed one into his mouth, swirled as much spit around it as he could, and swallowed. The interior of his car was already a stifling, dangerous temperature, but the heat somehow helped suppress his wild thoughts. You were in there too long you fucking idiot. The air conditioning whirred on and a cool breeze touched his skin. He counted his breaths and his heart slowed back to normal as the pills did their job. Lost track of time on the drive. Must have been it. He glanced at the dashboard clock, but his attention was instead drawn outside of the car.

Merle had emerged from the house. He was still naked and seemed to be contorting in pain as he crawled on all fours towards the car. The symbols were almost invisible now behind a thick coat of black fur. Merle's youthful face was now a twisted visage of hair and teeth, with blood red eyes gleaming with an inner light even in the midday sun. His chest was covered in the coarse hair as well, but it tapered off into smooth, leathery flesh on his lower abdomen and pelvis. An engorged set of genitals was still very evident in his new shape, a stream of the cursed ejaculate constantly leaking from the cock's wide head. Black claws tipped his fingers and toes, raking across the hard ground as he adjusted to his new body.

Wilson felt sorry for him. He thought of his friend and her husband, lost to the same affliction. Then his mind snapped back to the moment as the giant wolfman charged at his car. He shifted into reverse and peeled backwards, Merle charged onward through the plume of dust, his eyes fixed on Wilson in a mad determination. The woman probably thought better of letting me go and sent her new dog to kill me. Reaching the highway, he swerved around with the intent on driving back towards town, but he underestimated Merle's speed. The massive creature smashed into the side of the car with a loud whimper. Despite the damage, the back wheels caught the pavement and sped forward, leaving behind the crumpled figure.

A slight smile emerged on Wilson's lips as he sped back towards Newton. Always dreaded running over someone else's dog.

The diner was empty except for Lauren and the cook. The lunch crowd had come and gone. Lauren was dead on her feet and eagerly awaiting the end of her shift. The small bell above the door rang and she turned to greet the customer. A woman carrying what looked like a very heavy bag walked into the diner and looked around. She moved to a booth and took a seat, hefting the bag onto the table beside her. Lauren sighed and looked at her watch again before moving over to greet the young woman.

“Afternoon,” Lauren said, forcing herself to be cheerful. “What can I get you to drink?” Lauren thought the girl looked familiar, but then saw the marks underneath her shirt sleeves. She knew no one with tattoos like that.

The young woman looked up at the waitress with an eerie smile, “I can smell him. He was here. Won't let me get away. Has to bring me to account. But he doesn't understand. I'm not like the others. I can control it. I can keep it from controlling me.” The woman's eyes were frantic and peered right into Lauren with a feverish determination. “Maybe I should stop. Maybe we should let it happen. No more fighting back. I've wanted to give in ever since I touched it. Ever since I pried it free from that awful metal box.”

Lauren started to back away, but the girl snatched her wrist and held her in place. The woman's strength shocked her. With her other hand, she opened the bag on the table.

“Don't be afraid,” the girl said. “Concentrate on all the things you've ever wanted. They'll come true. This dirty place will fade away and you won't know anything but happiness.” The cook had appeared around the corner. “Join us,” the woman called.

Transfixed, Lauren stared at the strange little statue. Unknown to her, a tattoo identical to the girls was burning into her skin.

The drive back didn't go as smoothly as Wilson would have liked. The damage the wolf had done to the car ultimately caused one of the rear tires to go flat. He'd managed to change it himself, for lack of any other alternative, but it had set him back a while. Eva could be anywhere by now.

How the young woman had managed to steal the idol had yet to make sense. In retrospect, it should have been transported with a heavier retinue. Other artifacts had driven people to insane feats, no reason this one would be an exception. In light of that daring theft, her flight across country hadn't seemed so uncharacteristic. Behind her, she had left a trail of victims or volunteers depending on how the situation was considered.

As he approached the town, he knew she was waiting for him. A sign stood on the edge of town that read, “Welcome to Newton!” Scrawled across it in red paint was the symbol of Accalia.

The sun was setting and the town was dark and empty, except for the diner. The broad windows poured bright yellow light out into the street. The temperature was dropping as quickly as it had climbed. From his car, he could see into the diner. On the table in the center of the restaurant, the idol of Accalia leered back at him. Going to the trunk of his car, he retrieved a containment box. Hefting it to one shoulder, he entered the diner.

The bell rang and the rutting pair turned to look at the newcomer. Eva sat on the counter top, her blouse open and breasts bare. Her skirt was pulled up to reveal her pussy which she stroked idly as she watched her two new pets.

Lauren was naked, the cook pinned beneath her, his cock buried in her sopping pussy. Wilson winced, recalling how the girl had been only a few hours ago. The marks were multiplying on the two of them rapidly as they fucked. Wilson turned his attention to Eva anger rising in his throat. She waved at him with her free hand as she dipped a finger into her pussy. “Hi Willy,” she mocked.

He didn't reply. Instead, he moved quickly towards the statue, intending to seal it off and stop its influence from spreading any further. The containment box came down towards the idol, but, to Wilson's surprise, he was stopped as strong hands grabbed the box and wrenched it from his grasp. His eyes still on Eva as she sat on the counter, he watched Lauren hurl the box through the kitchen window and out of reach. Cum dripped from the woman's pussy and a frenzied look filled her eyes. Behind her, the cook's body was twitching and writhing as muscle replaced fat and his bones lengthened in preparation of his new form.

“No,” Lauren said, harshly. “This won't be taken from me.”

Wilson raised his pistol up. Aiming it at the waitress as more and more of the marks appeared across her beautiful body. Looking at her closer, Wilson realized that this must be what she had looked like before the years were unkind. Her tone and tan body stood up straight and proud, despite her nakedness. Wilson could discern the telltale signs of the curse taking hold. Her breasts were swelling slightly larger with each passing moment, and her hips were growing a little rounder. Your heart is beating to fast, he remembered. Sure enough, his blood was pounding in his ears. Shit. How long has it been? The flat tire, fuck. Looking at the perfect form in front of him, with the view of Eva behind her, Wilson's cock twitched and started to come to life.

Eva sensed the change in her mother's old friend. As Wilson tried to reach for his pocket, she jumped down from the counter and moved to him with blazing speed. Sensing something was wrong, Lauren too grabbed out at him, pulling the gun free with a jerk that also sent the small box sprawling onto the floor. Eva snatched it up with a gleeful laugh, but Wilson was already on top of her. Supernatural strength on her side, she was able to fend him off, but not before he tore open the small hatches and sent the pills sprawling everywhere. Wilson slammed to the ground, his hands groping for the white tablets, but then the cook was on him. With one hand, the newly empowered man lifted Wilson up and slammed him on the counter top.

Laughing, Eva scattered the pills to the corners of the room with one sweep of her hand. They disappeared under the booths and other fixtures, leaving none in sight. In her revelry, she did not notice the pill in Wilson's palm as he slipped it into his pocket.

“All your little pills,” Eva taunted. “Dreadful little things that take out the feeling. They numb you, turn you into a husk of a man. Look at this!” She ran her hands along the bicep of the former cook. “This is a man. And now you can be like this too. All your years of sacrifice haven't been wasted.”

The cook relaxed his grip and Wilson inhaled in gasps. Finally, he replied, “I chose this. To keep people like you safe.”

Eva scowled at him. “You chose this because my mother chose someone else.”

Wilson laughed. “It doesn't work for you, does it? For everyone else it takes away their pain, their memories, but not you. For you, it just makes you a monster with all the same insecurities and weakness as before.”

She touched his chest lightly. “Only until now,” she said. Her breasts hung near his face and an overwhelming desire to touch them seized him. “It wanted someone else. It wanted me to find a person who could help it spread its gift further and further. You proved yourself to be very resourceful, following me all this way. Accalia wants you now, and I get to go free.”

As she spoke, the symbols on her body glowed. The rest of her clothes dropped away from her as she started to change, growing taller and losing color in her hair. Her breasts grew even larger in size, becoming heavy D cups while retaining a tear drop shape. Her ass flared out into a round rump that made the cook look on with lusty anticipation. Lauren took the opportunity to distract her mate by presenting her ass to him. The other male gladly accepted, moving behind the upturned ass and pushing his cock smoothly into her.

Free for a moment, Wilson looked down at his own body. The symbols were spreading rapidly and as they did, he felt years of fatigue and stress melt away. Eva smiled at him and climbed on the table, straddling him between her soft thighs. She bent down to him and brought her mouth to his in a deep kiss. Reluctantly, Wilson's hands moved to her thighs, sliding slowly up until he reached the curve of her ass. His fingers sunk into the pliable flesh, and his cock strained against his jeans, desperate to be inside of her.

Sensing her mate's desire, she lowered herself enough to pry apart the button and tear away the jeans. Wilson watched them fall to the ground with a wistful glance, but his focus was immediately brought back to Eva as her mouth closed around his throbbing cock. Wilson's hands grabbed her head as she sank down further and further onto his shaft. His fingers snaked in between her locks while her tongue undulated along the ridge of his dick. With a grunt, the first blast of cum spewed from his cock, splashing into the mouth of the woman who he'd hunted across the country. With each rope of cum, Wilson felt renewed vigor and strength.

With her toy spent of its rich tasting fluid, Eva let him slip from her mouth. His stomach rippled and shifted as new muscle replaced old. With loud snaps, his bones realigned and he jumped to his feet, throwing Eva back for a moment. Wilson stood at a new height and flexed his arms with bizarre euphoria. Fuck! Breed! Mate! Hunt! Primal thoughts pulsed through his mind. He descended on Eva, throwing her to the ground on all fours as he positioned himself behind her. Wilson had long forgotten the feeling of a woman's pussy wrapped around his cock. He slid into Eva with a quick, long stroke until his hips slammed into her, causing her rump to jiggle from the impact. Pure, divine heat enveloped his cock. He felt her squeeze his length with her pussy, urging him to fuck her like the slut she was.

Wilson hunched over her, roughly grabbing her tits in his hands as he started to fuck her in earnest. His cock slammed deeper and deeper while Eva moaned and writhed beneath him. After a few moments, again his cock started to pour hot cum filling up her pussy instead of her mouth until it overflowed and leaked on the ground beneath them. Overwhelmed, Eva collapsed to the ground, her body beginning to change once more.

Unsated, Wilson turned his eyes on the other female in the room. Raising himself to his full height, he pushed the cook out of the way, the man's smaller cock slipping easily from Lauren's pussy. The cook whimpered but didn't attempt to stop Wilson as he mounted the other woman, shoving himself into her waiting snatch. Lauren howled with pleasure, her hand reaching between them to massage her new mate's heavy balls. As she did, Wilson became conscious of his skin thickening and small bristly hairs starting to emerge from the black marks all over his body.

Beside him Eva was writhing on the floor, her hand massaging her pussy as she underwent her own transformation. White hairs sprouted out over her whole body, light tufts quickly covering her ass and back. Her nipples became a dark pink and her pussy remained mostly bare. She looked at Wilson with pure love and admiration as he blasted his spunk into Lauren. He knew that she was imagining both of their bellies swollen with children. Images of the lot of them roving the town, creating sexual havoc in their wake filled his mind. He felt the claws starting to rip through his fingertips, and a small voice from deep inside his mind called out to him. Now or never.

With a wail of anguish, he pulled himself from Lauren, his cock erupting hot cum onto her ass and back as he scurried over to where his pants lay in a heap. Trying to concentrate, he picked through the garment, his new claws tearing and ripping until the pill fell into his palm.

A dark, ancient voice screamed. The idol of Accalia burned hot with rage. The others looked around in confusion as Wilson popped the red pill into his mouth. It landed on his long flat tongue, and he swallowed it in one quick gulp.

Item HSA-871 has been recovered. Commonly known as the statue of Accalia, the item is a small stone statue of a wolf which bears a unique mark. The mark will not be noted here. It is possible that this mark can convey the curse if it is mentioned in direct association with Accalia.

From the site of acquisition, three civilians were recovered along with one HSA agent. Item #871 was immediately sealed and transported to an undisclosed location under extreme security. As for the humans on site, they had fully recovered by morning. After medical examination and extensive questioning, they were returned to their homes. They will be kept under surveillance.

The agent on scene deserves a special mention. Agent Wilson was the original investigator of the Accalia idol, prior to its “misplacement” by HSA agents. Though Agent Wilson did succumb to the compelling agent of the idol, he apparently used his Redaction Pill to circumvent the curse's properties. Though the Agent cannot recall his actions himself, this course of action was planned as a last resort prior to engaging the item.

Additionally, the prior case of affliction resulting from the Accalia idol was also resolved by the Agent's actions. To speculate, the Accalia idol fixates on one person at a time and uses that body to channel outward into others. When Agent Wilson lost consciousness and the preceding twenty-four hours of memory, the curse was also erased.

The Accalia idol seems to be dormant. In light of this, it will be stored in its current containment box which will then be sealed in a three foot cube of concrete. The item will then be transported to Site 3A where it will be buried in the low level vaults.

Agent Wilson is recommended to remain under supervision for three months, after which he may return to active duty.