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Knothole High Halloween Special: Playing for Fun

Author's Note: This story takes place between Knothole High 2 and 3.

Lesson One: Boredom Stems from Laziness

Knothole High was simply abuzz with activity.

Being such a sports oriented school, it was no surprise for Allan Inu that the enormous jockorcacy was already talking about what they were going to do for Halloween. Pumpkin-themed decorations, plastic bats and plenty creepy silhouettes of adorned the hallways of the high school. Fake spider webs hung from the ceiling and more than once, a pair of canine jocks would gather in front of one of the multiple full moon images and let out a howl just for kicks.

Multiple parties were already being planned for the weekend and the word on the street was Tex McCloud was throwing the biggest party in the whole town at his mansion home near the outskirts of town. From where Allan sat up high in a tree in the school's courtyard, he could actually see the house on the hill where it was perched. Apparently, it was an open party. Anyone could go as long as they flashed their student ID.

Realistically speaking, though, there were only two reasons people would go.

The first was to party and mock those who weren't big, buff and fit.

The second was to party and get mocked by those who were big, buff and fit.

Allan had no intention of doing the former.

"Hey Lan!" The large Akita glanced down the tree. Peter Gianni, a bright, cheerful, lean beagle greeted him with a broad grin holding a pile of posters in his paws. "Wanna help me with these?"

Even from where he rested, Allan could see that the posters were for Tex's massive party. Tex - the huge wolf on the baseball team - shamelessly posed on the sheet of paper, stripped down to a pair of torn, denim shorts and howling at the moon. He heard from Tex's boyfriend that when they took that picture, those same shorts were the ones that Tex burst out of when he first transformed.

He remembered when he took that plunge. As with the rest of the canine population of Knothole High, he got hard when he remembered taking Coach Steele's cock in his ass and spilling his former self out into the bathroom floor.

Changing his dad had also pretty fun but unlike all those other father-son couplings, Allan hadn't fallen for his dad. Sure the sex was hot and yeah, when he was lonely it was great to have someone to cuddle up to but the two of them really didn't click.

Besides, his dad already had a mate.

The threesomes were awesome though.

"Yo! Lan!" A big, furry paw waved in front of his face. "Man, why do you keep zoning out on me like that?"

"Just thinking about some awesome sex," Allan answered with a smirk.

The beagle gave him a worried look. "Man, you know that if you have sex with no love, you'll never find your mate, right?"

Rolling his eyes, the Akita plucked the staple gun and tape from the top of the pile of posters. "Right. Like you wouldn't jump at the chance to bone your dad and his boyfriend." Pete placed a poster on the tree and Allan stapled all four corners.

"At least I got my mate beside me," Pete answered, leading the way towards the school building. "I worry about you sometimes, you know."

"You and the rest of the school."

It was no secret that Allan really had no interest in any other guys. More than one guy tried hitting on him and he never said 'no' but they were always just flings. After the first few months since his transformation, he kept looking. He sniffed the air, caught the scents and started a few conversions himself but he never got to that turning point.

The scents were good. All the guys in the school - human or canine - smelled great. He loved the smell of other canines. More than once in the shower rooms, he just dove into another wolf's crotch or a dog's armpit just to get his cock stirring in its sheath. The humans were good too but their scents were diluted. The true students of Knothole High smelled so much like men.

The humans... they were boys.

Allan wanted a man.

Problem was, every man was taken basically the instant they transformed.

After realising that, Allan just stopped looking. He sniffed the air, his cock stirred, he had sex but his heart just wasn't there.

"Are you coming to Tex's party?" Pete asked. The beagle pressed a poster against the wall right next to the big, white doors into the high school's main building. "It'll be awesome, man!"

Smiling Allan glanced off to his side at a couple of basketball players rolling on the ground, mock-fighting and partially engaged in foreplay. "Not my thing."

"Oh come on, man! You never go out with us or any of the boys! Do you even play any sports?"

"I do," Allan answered with a small smile. "Chess."

Not all the guys that were welcomed into the Steele family had to play some super-masculine sport. Allan was captain of the chess team and he was also the lead cheerleader. It was an amazing excuse to grope and do some semi-erotic dancing in front of a live audience.

"Man, you're never going to get any tail like that!"

"Your dad would disagree."

He got a playful punch on the shoulder for that. They moved into the school itself and began stapling the posters on the walls inside.

"When was the last time you hit the gym, man?" Pete asked, reaching over to feel his bicep as he stapled another poster. "Shit! You keep getting bigger every time I see you!"

"Comes from all the protein I drink," Allan chuckled. A common pun in Knothole High. None of the humans got it, of course, but that made it all the funnier.

"Fuck man..." The beagle shuffled a little closer to him, his thick, plump pecs just brushing Allan's defined V-shaped lats. "Been a while since we got to workout together..."

Allan finished stapling the poster and moved away hastily. "Maybe next time, man."

There was a sudden bump against his chest no more annoying than a fly landing on his nose. A loud crash and the tell-tale noise of several books being scattered onto the ground made him turn away from Peter and towards the bespectacled young man lying on the floor in front of him. The guy's olive skin was a stark contrast against his blue eyes. Italian-American features gave him rounded but approachable features. Cute in a sort of pubescent sort of way. The thick fuzz of hair was cropped short and a rather large overbite complimented his nerdish... leanings.

A typical pre-convert of Knothole High.

"Sorry," Allan rumbled, puffing out his chest. "Didn't see you there."

"I... I wasn't looking where I was going," the young man stammered, rolling onto his knees and hurrying to scramble for his books.

"Here, let me help you." Allan leaned down and started picking up the books. He kept his pheromones in check. No doubt Peter or one of the others would get this guy eventually. The thrill of the conversion was arousing but Allan had lost the taste for it. Sure, if asked by Coach Steele or someone else to convert a guy, he'd go for it but these days, he just didn't care anymore.

He couldn't believe it but sex... sex got boring for him.

A splash of colour caught his eye amidst the notes that were scattered on the floor. "Huh... You like drawing werewolves?" he asked, picking up a very intricately and detailed drawing of a very muscular werewolf. The guy was probably in the early stages of transformation that the Steele persona was starting to bleed into his personality.

"What?" the young man exclaimed. "No! That's not mine! It's from a friend!" He snatched the picture immediately, scrunched it up and tucked it into his pockets. Allan could see the pain in his eyes as he destroyed the evidence.

"Don't hide your talents," the Akita advised. "That was a pretty good drawing." He smiled faintly. "Can I have it?"

Those bright, blue eyes sparkled. "Oh... You really like it?"

Allan shrugged. "Sure. You got talent. You could make a killing on the net."

The space just underneath his cheeks turned bright pink as he gingerly reached into his pocket and unfolded the scrunched up piece of paper. "Um... Thanks... Here you go..."

Allan took the sheet, regarding the werewolf drawn on lined paper standing heroically against a full moon. With a smile, he pressed it against his chest to try and flatten it out.

"Want me to sign it?"

That brought one of his eyebrows to rise. "Sure."

The young man scribbled onto the page with a pen from the breast pocket of his shirt and handed it back to Allan.

The Akita regarded the page and smiled back at the artist. As he deposited the last of the books back onto the human's pile, he said, "Thanks a lot Tom."

A bright laugh sprang from the human's mouth. "No, no. It's 'Theo'. My name is Theodore."

Allan smiled faintly. "Sure it is."

He bid farewell and gave his thanks to Theo and returned to his duties with Pete. The beagle was giving him big grin that spread from ear to ear.

"Your boyfriend?" Pete asked.

"You wish," Allan snorted, snatching the staple gun again. "You can have him if you want. Not really my type."

"Man, you're just way too picky."

Lesson Two: Don't just Look, Discover

Predictably, the next day was simply a buzz with the idea of Tex's party. Groups of canines were hanging around the posters tails wagging or arms tightly around their next conversions. It was another ploy no doubt by Coach Steele to get a larger population of the school to join their ranks. Not everyone was going, of course, but hey those that did go would have one hell of a time.

Of that, Allan had no doubt.

The party did look tempting and the Akita's cock was stirring in his pants at the thought of going to what was essentially a thinly-veiled orgy. As soon as that last human was converted, the party would turn into cock, cum and canine. Maybe some lupines in there too.

But in the end, when asked, he just gave a dismissive shrug and said he'd think about it.

"What's in it for me?" he muttered to himself, regarding the poster on the trunk of his favourite tree. "Not like I'm going to get anything about it but sex..."

"There's going to be sex at the party?"

The Akita's tail fluffed out when a familiar face poke out from the corner of the tree.

It was Theodore. That artist from the previous day.

Allan thought fast. "It's a party run by a jock. Of course there's going to be sex."

Theo gave him a dubious look. "Aren't there just guys going to the party?"

Damn... He was well-informed.

Akita used his chess-master wits to his advantage. "You honestly think that Tex would be so dumb as to openly advertise there being girls at his party in a boy's school? Come on, man, you know how much the administration hates the idea of pregnancy."

Boy wasn't that the truth?

Theo chuckled softly. "Yeah, I guess you're right... Besides, Tex is stupid but he isn't that stupid, right?"

"Don't let him hear you say that," Allan laughed. Curious, he peered around the human's shoulder, taking particular interest in the sketch pad and pen he held in his hands. "You're drawing?"

Like a deer caught in the headlights of a speeding eighteen wheeler, Theo immediately tore the page off his pad, scrunched it up and then shoved it into his mouth. Allan's eyebrows shot up in surprise and he blinked several times in bewilderment.

"Did you just eat your latest work...?"

His answer came when Theo swallowed the piece. Allan winced as he watched the large slab of paper slide down the boy's throat.

"That can't be healthy..."

Theo actually looked pretty darn sick. "Um... Sorry... I just... I just don't like people looking at my work."

"You let me have one of yours."

The boy blushed deeply and turned away. "Um... Yeah..."

Allan's lips twitched upwards very slightly. "Why don't you like people seeing your work? You're pretty good."

Blush getting all the deeper, Theo shook his head and said, "People think it's weird that I'm human and I draw wolves or canines..."

Inclining his head to the side, Allan asked, "Why?"

"Just because..."

"I think it's pretty awesome," he replied. "For a human, you do the proportions pretty well. Tails are a little long, I think."

"It would help if I had a perfect anatomical reference..."

Allan actually felt a slight blush on his cheeks. Theo was peeking at him in short jabs under his eyelashes. It was kind of cute and Allan had to admit, it was flattering.

"There are plenty of big, buff canines around here. Why not ask one of them? I bet more than one is willing to pose for you."

Theo suddenly lifted his head and took a long, deep breath. "Okay... Will you pose for me?"

Allan's eyebrows shot up. "That's... very blunt of you."

The boy instantly went back to blushing, ducking his head and turning away. "I'm sorry... That was stupid of me... I mean, I barely know you..."

A smile touched Allan's lips as he reached out and grasped Theo's shoulder. "Hey, I'd be honoured. As long as I get a copy of the finished product."

Those bright, blue eyes sparkled with delight. "Really? You'll do it!? That's awesome!" He threw his arms around Allan's neck, hugging him tightly. He pulled away and Allan could almost imagine a tail wagging on him. "I've got to get my art supplies! Can't do it today though."

"Why not?"

"My dad and I are going to see if we can grab a costume for Tex's party. You're going, right?"

Allan's chest suddenly tightened. "Um... Still thinking about it."

"You should go! I hear it'll be fun!" He reached out and shook Allan's paw. "I'll meet you after school tomorrow, okay? I've gotta run!"

The human boy spun, snatched up his sketchpad and was gone in a blur.

As he watched Theo go, Allan felt doubt creeping into his mind. One part of him was growling hungrily to change the kid into a big, buff, sporty dog. His lips watered, anticipating the cock that would slide in there and his own cock twitched in anticipation. But the other part didn't want the talent Theo had for art to go to waste.

Sure those changed by the Steele gene would retain their personalities on some level but their priorities would change. Nerds would still be smart, they'd still love books and they'd still stay up until four in the morning playing video games but when they could, they'd work out, butt heads with other guys and fuck each other silly.

Would Theo be like that...?

Better question... Why did Allan care?

Lesson 3: Speak from the Heart

PE was always fun when there were no other humans in the class. The shower rooms afterwards was always filled with cum and raging hormones. It was even better during the end of the day when no one was in a rush to leave. Most of the time, the dads were having their own little 'training sessions' in their cars.

Allan, however, had resigned himself to just watching the other guys 'play'. It was fun the first few weeks or so but when there was nothing behind it but the sex... Well... Fun is fun but Allan was a guy that liked to make progress while having fun.

'Make every move count,' his dad had taught him when teaching him chess. 'Never make a move for the sole purpose of making a move.'

He leaned against the lockers, arms crossed and watching Pete bone a bulldog. At the same time Pete's mate, a huge German Shepherd sucked off the bulldog. They climaxed at the same time, splattering cum all over the floor. Allan took a deep breath, taking in the heavy scent of sex and dog.

Yeah... Nothing but man.

A Labrador sauntered up to him and brazenly pressed their lips together. Allan didn't resist. With so much pheromones in the air and with his cock stirring in its sheath, he tossed caution and his reservations into the wind. He gripped the huge dog in his arms, tail wagging excitedly as he intertwined in muzzle with the sexy stranger.

"Boys!"

Everyone froze and spun towards the door to the lockers. Coach Steele stood there, one arm around his son and mate. A pronounced bulge was in his shorts and there was a growing wet spot at the tip of the tent.

"Need to wrap it up, boys," the wolf announced. "You can play and have fun in your own time. Football needs the locker rooms." He hiked a thumb over his shoulder. "Come on. Make sure to clean up."

The Labrador clearly showed some frustration as he pulled away. He gave Allan one last nice squeeze on the rump before hurrying away to get dressed. The Coach was smart and always gave the guys at least another fifteen minutes before ushering the football team in. That was more than enough time for the boys to 'finish up'.

Allan picked up his duffle bag after watching some of the guys leave. He was sure there was something else important he had to do today but he couldn't, for the life of him, remember what it was.

His raging 14 inch erection tried to hint at what it was.

"Not you that's for sure," he chuckled softly.

Much of the school's population had already left and only a few students - mostly those using the classrooms for 'private study sessions' - stayed behind. Allan glanced into the rooms, hoping to find some form of inspiration as to what that 'important thing' was. However, wrack his brain as he might, he couldn't think of it.

It was really starting to frustrate him when he realised he had wandered a little too far into the school. He arrived in a section he rarely frequented: the Art Department.

It was like stepping into another world. The walls were covered with countless painting of - unsurprisingly - canines. All of them were proportioned like Greek gods and some were even Greek gods. The detail was pretty intricate and very inspiring. Still, behind it all, Allan could see the hormones. Not a single female was in sight and the bulges in each of the figures was painfully evident.

One piece was even a fully-painted canvas but the toga of the canines in question were made of actual cloth almost begging the observer to see what was beneath the cloth. Ingenious in a way.

His keen ears picked up a noise coming from one of the rooms. Curious, he wandered to where the sound came from and peeked into the nearby art room.

When he saw Theo standing in front of an enormous canvas that had to be as wide as a bus, he felt his heart skip in joy. Thankfully, the art room was big enough to accommodate. Allan figured a place simply fuming with the smell of turpentine had to have good ventilation. He sniffed the air and was a little surprised the ever-present scent of dog was overpowered by the stinging, artificial acridity of paint and the nauseating stench of paint remover.

He mildly wondered if a place like this was the only haven anyone would have against the Steele pheromones.

"Hey, Theo."

The young artist jumped up and spun around, beautiful, sparklingly blue eyes wide in shock. "Whoa! Allan! I didn't see you there." Theo inclined his head to the side. "Why are you still here? The bell rang an hour ago."

In that instant, Allan remembered just what was so important in his day.

"Weren't you going to draw me?"

Theo blinked a couple of times and his mouth opened and closed a couple of times. Then he clicked his fingers, those bright eyes shining once more. "Oh right! I'm so sorry! I just got lost in my project."

Allan smiled and strode down the forest of easels and canvases to stand next to Theo. Despite his apparent horniness and the constant protests of his cock, the art room seemed the perfect place to have a nice, non-sexual chat with the budding artist. No need to fear his stink turning the young man on him. "Looks like a big project."

"I'm meant to do a big mural," he answered. "Supposed to go up in the school somewhere."

"Wow. You must be honoured."

"Nah. Everyone in class does the same thing. Did you see those paintings out on the hallway?" Allan nodded. "Those were from last year's freshman class. I'm just the idiot that was late on the day we were to pick out what spots in the wall we got and I was left with the biggest spot."

"Ouch." He patted Theo's shoulder encouragingly. "But I know you can do it. You're a great artist."

Theo gazed up at him, their foot and a half size difference glaringly obvious. "Really? You think so?"

Allan found himself smiling. "I do." For some reason, had an image of wedding bells ringing in the background. His paw suddenly felt like it was burning and he pulled it abruptly away from Theo's shoulder.

"I guess my problem is finding the right inspiration," Theo sighed. "I mean, right now, I'm drawing a blank." He shook his head. "Maybe I just need to get my mind of it..." He seized his sketch pad and pencil. "You want to stand over there on the pedestal and I'll start the sketch?"

Allan calmed himself, reasoning that in a place like this, his pheromones wouldn't affect Theo. His cock was screaming at him to yiff the guy and just to further embarrass him, it had started leaking pre into his shorts. He prayed that Theo wouldn't ask him about it.

"Alright," he conceded, walking up to the small, round platform. He dropped his back and felt both awkward and silly just standing there while Theo sat on a stood hidden by a canvas. "Um... You want me to pose or something?"

"If you want. Just be sure to hold it, okay?"

God, he could corrupt that so badly but he decided against it. Feeling a blush on his features, he placed his paws on his hips and puffed out his chest, hoping and praying that Theo would be more mesmerised by his thick, bulging pecs and the two nipples that pressed up against his school shirt instead of the raging hard-on he sported.

"How's this?"

He got a grunt from the other side of the easel.

Allan tried hard not to blush but the longer he stood there, the more aware he became of the wetness in his shorts. It was starting to become incredibly embarrassing. He whimpered a little when he felt a drizzle of his pre slide down his thigh. Every inch it ran across his tree-trunk thighs was like feeling a venomous spider crawling down his leg and he was powerless to stop it. He prayed to whatever god was listening that Theo would take it as sweat.

Theo poked his head out from behind the easel. His eyes were focused into intense, lasers and the frown on his face made him look less kiddie and more masculine. Allan could see the shadow of the man he would become - a human man and not a canine - and he had to admit, he liked the idea of it. The artist - or is it artiste? - ducked back and continued scribbling.

He didn't notice the precum or make mention of it.

That brought a sigh from Allan.

"Don't move!"

He sucked in his sigh immediately.

Theo shuffled in his seat every so often. He dropped his pencil a few seconds later and then picked up a paint brush and some pain a second later. Allan tried to force down the smile that was growing on his features. He was getting painted. That was pretty awesome. The scribbling was replaced by the wet slapping of paint on canvas.

Theo kicked off his shoes.

"Keep your eyes still!"

"Okay! Okay!" Allan exclaimed, keeping his eyes focused on the distance. "Sheesh.. Never knew artists could be so bossy..."

"No talking!" Theo growled.

Growled...?

He wasn't...?

No... He couldn't. The air was stagnant with the smell of art. Steele Pheromones couldn't cut through that... could it?

"Um... Theo, are you alright?"

"Talking!"

Allan was getting worried. Theo hadn't popped out from the other side of the easel in a while.

"Um... It's getting late. Did you want to finish this tomorrow?"

"Just a... little... more...urgh..."

Allan's eyes widened and he immediately abandoned his post. He bounded up to Theo and pushed the easel aside.

Tom stared back at him, grinning broadly and with cock in a partially transformed hand.

"Oh fuck..."

Lesson 4: Talent is earned not grown

Tom Santos was hot as hell.

The big Blue Heeler had coarse fur that was prickly but also very warm to cuddle up against. His rippling muscles were so much more defined than Allan's and the little dark goatee he sported was both incredibly manly and cute. Allan ran his tongue over that goatee a couple more times as he lay on the floor in the art room, arms firmly around Tom.

"Fuck..." Tom groaned, stretching slightly. "Damn, Lan, that was awesome..."

Already starting to speak like a true sporty Steele...

"Yeah..." Allan whispered softly. Cum glued their fur together with Tom's thick, semi-flaccid mushroom head lightly probing Allan's ass. Allan's own cock was compressed between their washboard abs, fully erect and still dripping pre excitedly.

Those months of wanton, pointless sex didn't seem to have drained its supply.

Tom gave him a curious look, flicking one ear downwards while the other remained perked. His dazzling blue eyes remained but Allan wondered how long that would last. "Something wrong, bud? Didn't you have fun?"

"I did," Allan admitted, nuzzling the hunky dog's neck affectionately. "More fun than I've had in ages... But... I gotta ask..." He looked up directly into the Heeler's eyes. "What's your take on drawing?"

Tom snorted. "Drawing? That's for sissies."

Just as he thought.

Damn.

"Oh..." Allan uncurled himself from around Tom and hastily put on his clothes, leaving the other dog utterly confused.

"Hey man, did I do something wrong?"

He gave that a few seconds of thought. "No... You didn't."

"Then where you going, man? The school is empty. Bet we could have some more fun."

Allan shook his head. "No thanks." He gave the Heeler a cheery but clearly forced smile. "I've got stuff to do. See you around, okay?"

Tom's ears drooped. "Oh... Okay..." Then they perked up slightly. "Hey, are you going to Tex's party?"

His answer was instantaneous. "No. I don't think I am."

With those words, Allan turned and hurried out of the art room, shirt hanging over his shoulders and left unbuttoned and shorts barely hiding his traitorous erection.

Tears were burning his eyes as he ran all the way home. He wasn't sure how long it took but by the time he burst through those doors, the sun had long set. His dad and Corey - his dad's mate - were on the couch 'playing'. They invited him over but he barely registered refusing before hurrying into his room. He dropped down into his bed, face down and hoping his sheets would absorb the tears.

He wasn't sure what was going on...

He was a Steele, a race of specially evolved canines that transformed all humans with special genetic traits into similar canines. His semen was a special protein mix that when ingested in any way, shape or form would give incredible muscle mass to the consumer. His pheromones activated the genes of targeted humans and would change them into their full, Steele potential.

This was exactly what he was meant to do and deep down, he knew Tom was his made. His heart and his cock were screaming at him to take the plunge and live on happily just like his dad and basically every other canine in Knothole High. He could still smell Tom on him and his body screamed in anguish with every moment that he didn't have that hunky Heeler in his arms.

But what was the price of getting Tom?

He'd be losing Theo... a brilliant artist who had his own, brilliant merit.

Was Tom worth Theo...?

Was Theo worth Tom?

Allan couldn't tell as he rolled onto his back, letting the tears run freely. He stared at the ceiling, looking for an answer but the tan paint offered little by way of answers. He sat up and heard a faint crunch under his left paw.

Gazing down, he found a sheet of crumpled paper resting beside him.

He plucked it from where it rested and faced the brilliantly drawn werewolf.

A tear landed squarely on Theo's signature on the bottom left.

Lesson 5: Life is full of choices

Confusion roiled in Allan's mind.

He wanted Tom... but at the same time, he wanted Theo as well. Would it even be possible for a Steele like him to have a human mate without transforming them? His logical side argued that he hadn't even given Tom a chance yet.

Okay, they had sex but to him, sex was meaningless unless there was emotion behind it.

But there was emotion!

And that was what killed him the most.

It was like trying to decide between two people... if those two people were the same person...

Allan banged his head against his locker.

"Why can't it just be simple?" he muttered at his vague reflection on the silvery surface. "Why couldn't I just be like the others? Thinking with my cock and just boning everyone until I find that special guy...?"

"You're really starting to worry me, you know, man?"

He glanced to his left where Pete stood, smiling at him faintly.

"Talking to yourself, huh?" the beagle asked, leaning against the locker. He leaned forward and sniffed Allan. "Hey, you had sex. Smells like you found him finally, right?"

Allan reeled back a little. "How can you tell?"

"Your scent, man. When one of us guys find that perfect guy, our scent changes. Can't believe you never noticed before. It kind of says 'I'll bone you but remember, I'm attached.'."

"I never noticed..." he muttered. "But what happens if you like the human too?" he asked softly. "I mean, Tom is an awesome fuck but Theo..."

Pete rolled his eyes and patted Allan's shoulder. "Listen man, you've got a lot to learn about being a Steele. You won't learn that until after you get mated. Just trust me on this, okay? Go for it." He clicked his fingers. "I got a hint for you, man. Come to Tex's party."

"What has that got to do with anything?"

The beagle just winked at him. "Trust me. Just do it. And bring your mate!" Those brown eyes caught sight of someone passing him by. With a broad grin, he gave Allan a 'gotta go!' and bolted after a rather large, portly human who was waddling down the hallway.

Confused more than ever, Allan straightened...

...And caught a scent that instantly drove his cock to full attention.

Instincts took over and he spun, catching sight of... Him. "Tom!" he cried cheerily, bounding over to his mate. "Tom! Hey Tom!"

He rested a paw on that broad shoulder... only to have it vanish and Theo spin around, regarding him curiously.

"Huh?" the artist asked. "Were you talking to me?"

Allan blinked several times. Damn, he was hallucinating. "Um... Sorry, you reminded me of someone I know." He decided to feign innocence. "Hey... You're um... Tom right?"

Crap! He meant 'Theo!'

He had Tom on his brain!

"Theo. My name is Theodore. And you should know me! I meant to draw you, remember?"

Crap and double crap.

Allan was hoping that little fact would disappear along with Theo's other memories. Stage 1 of the transformation normally meant near and total loss of memory.

"Erm... You are...?" Allan scratched his cheek absently. "I uh... I don't remember..."

"Don't play coy," Theo laughed. "I'll see you after school, okay? Meet me at the art room. I've got my equipment there."

He was getting a sense of déjà vu and feared the outcome.

For the rest of the day, Allan was tossing a coin constantly in his head. His cock and heart wanted Tom but his mind just kept telling him to go for Theo instead. Problem was, Knothole High was effectively the Steele breeding grounds. Every young man and their fathers - only male students living with their fathers were permitted into the school - that lived in the town around the school were Steele potentials. Each of them had the dormant Steele gene and if Allan didn't change Theo... someone else might.

Another wrench in the works.

What if he lost his chance and Tom got attached to someone else?

Would he die alone being happy for Tom while in the background, he was secretly kicking himself for having missed his chance at the man of his dreams?

He didn't know what to do...

During lunch, he found himself staring at a chessboard, puzzling over the arrangement of pieces in front of him. It was a simple enough puzzle. It was a game against himself.

He had done it so many times before. One side always won but for some reason, he was just literally dancing around the place with minor victories and with each side dwindling down to nothingness. There was some symbolism in that but he couldn't think of it.

"Hey there, champ."

Allan looked up as the hulking mass of this generation's alpha, Coach Steele, sat down in front of him, taking command of the black pieces. The Coach moved a rook forward and Allan instantly pounced, taking out his queen.

"Hey, Coach..."

"I heard from a cute little beagle that you're having boy trouble." Steele made another move. Another bad one. Allan punished him by taking out his rook.

He kept a string of profanities down and instead said, "Yeah... Just having a little bit of conflict..."

He expected the Coach to tell him to just let go of his preconceptions. Be the Steele he was meant to be. Succumb to the lust, the beast and the primal animal inside him, fuck Theo's brains out, stalk him throughout the school and transform him every chance he got.

Instead...

"You're going to have to make a choice soon, son," the Coach said, exposing his king. Allan caught him in check. The Coach punished his near-sightedness by slaying positioning his bishop and catching him in check. "If you stall any longer, you're going to miss your chance."

"Can that really happen, though?" Allan whispered. "I mean, don't we like... I don't know... 'imprint' on our mates? Become inexplicitly tied to them to the point that we can't escape?"

The Coach threw his head back and laughed. Allan threw up a weak defence and the Coach took out his rook. The feint worked and he slew the Coach's pawn, once again catching Steele in check. "Son, dogs and wolves imprint. We're Steeles. You choose who your mate is. What you feel right there" - he jabbed Allan's chest and moved his king at the same time - "that's love. It's an emotion. Emotions change."

Allan frowned and continued the game, slowly whittling down the Coach's defences until Steele was left with a handful of pawns and his king. "I'm starting to wonder if being a Steele is all it's cracked up to be..." he murmured. "I mean, it's not matter of me feeling love... it's just a matter of who I love... I don't want to lose either of the guys I've fallen for..."

"And they're the same guy, right?" the Coach asked, moving a pawn.

Allan ignored the pawn that was dangerously close to his edge of the board and set up for the final move that would end the game. One more move and that would be it. "Yeah."

"Well here's the thing about love, son." Steele moved his pawn and rescued his queen. "Check."

Allan blinked. The pawn-turned-queen had his king in check. He cursed softly and was forced to move his king.

Then he saw the end.

Steele moved one more pawn and suddenly...

Game over.

"When you turn from a pawn to a queen, does that mean you were never a pawn?" the wolf asked with a smirk, tapping the game-ending piece. "Think about that, son. Check mate."

With those words, Steele stood up and left the cafeteria, leaving Allan more confused than ever but with also a sliver of an answer in his mind.

When the final bell of the day rang, he decided to wait a little until he met with Theo again. He climbed his favourite tree, sat on his favourite branch and watched the students pour out of the school grounds. Less and less humans were in sight but of the freshman class, there was still a good 75% left. He wondered how many of those would find their true loves.

He caught sight of Tex out in the front of the school with a megaphone to his muzzle. He was reminding everyone about his party the following day, telling them all how great it would be. A cheer rang up from the entire crowd followed by a couple of howls. If anything, Tex knew how to get people riled up and horny.

Though in a school full of guys, that really wasn't that hard.

When the last few students were gone, Allan let the cool breeze calm him as the sun slowly began inching towards the horizon.

He became aware of a faint scratching and turned towards the source.

"No! Don't move!" Theo cried, squatting at the base of the tree. "That was so perfect! The lighting was awesome, you had the perfect pose and you were so natural!"

Allan lifted his eyebrows and couldn't help but laugh. "I thought we were going to do this in the art room?"

"You were late so I decided to look for you," the young artist replied, laying his sketchpad on the ground. "Peter Gianni said that you liked hanging around this tree."

Pete again... Allan wasn't sure if he should thank the guy or deck him.

"If I'm not around, you'll usually find me up here." Allan hopped down from the tree. He reached down and picked up Theo's sketchpad. Part of him expected Theo to snatch it from him and gobble up the page again. When he saw the desperate need of approval from the young artist, he smiled and regarded the contents of the sketchpad.

"Wow... You did a pretty good job." It was sketchy but the details were ridiculously good. It looked like he had scratched every strand of fur. "I mean, you have one hell of an imagination especially since you didn't draw me with a shirt!"

He added the last with a laugh but Theo just blushed.

Allan started leafing through the rest of the pad and his laughter quickly died. There were a few sequential images... Mostly of humans turning into a variety of dog or wolf. All the humans were eerily like some of the people in school... and every species they turned into was big, muscular and grinning cockily. All they were missing was a 14 inch cock and it would be like looking into the future.

"Wow... You like transformations too, huh?"

"It uh... It helps keep my art alive."

"I see."

His throat suddenly tightened when he saw a scrawny, Japanese boy with thick glasses staring back at him with an awkward smile flecked with the metal of braces.

"Um... Who's this guy...?" he asked, showing the image to Theo.

Theo blushed even deeper and it looked like he was about ready to snatch the page away from him again but fell short. "That's... That's Anton Irosaki. He... He used to go here but he moved away a couple of months ago."

"Right..." Allan turned the page back towards him and began flicking through it. There were a lot of pictures of Anton but, thankfully, none of them were transformation pictures. Seriously, if Theo began drawing Anton turning into an Akita...

Oh wait...

The images of Anton abruptly stopped.

Instead, there was a picture of Allan sitting at a desk, absently tapping a pencil to his nose.

Oh...

"Lots of pictures of Anton here..." he murmured.

"I..." Theo gulped loudly. "I sort of had a crush on him."

Allan dropped the sketchpad. Theo watched it hit the soft grass and ducked his head, ready for what he must have thought was a beating.

Allan removed his school blazer and threw it aside. Slowly, he began unbuttoning his shirt. Theo's eyes rose to meet him and the instant Allan felt those brilliant, blue eyes lock with his, he closed the final few inches between their lips, pressing himself down on the human. His strong, muscular arms curled around Theo's thin frame.

Thin fingers ran through his thick fur, seizing them in clumps as Theo thrust his hips into Allan's. The air was suddenly filled with Allan's pheromones. Theo took a breath and he groaned deeply down Allan's throat. Already, the Akita could feel the young artist beneath him change, that scrawny chest rising further and further with every breath and the kiss growing stronger with each passing second.

Slowly, he pulled away from Theo, staring deeply into the young man's eyes.

"I love you."

Lesson 6: Nothing is ever Lost. Just misplaced.

Allan lay underneath his favourite tree, listening quietly to Tom's heavy breathing. He wondered if he had just damned them both but at the moment, he was too drugged up on sex and hormones to really consider it a possibility.

He looked down at the slumbering Blue Heeler. The stars were out and twinkling and this night, just before Halloween, it seemed like a calm before a catastrophic storm. He wondered what tomorrow would bring.

His wondering was put to an abrupt halt when warm, leathery pads closed around his erect, canine cock, making him gasp.

"So how do I get one of these?" Tom asked softly, nuzzling him with his dazzling, blue eyes rivalling the twinkling stars.

"Offer me your ass and I'll give you one," Allan answered with a smirk.

The Heeler laughed and kissed his cheek affectionately. "Seriously, though. How many more times do you have to fuck me before I get to be Tom permanently?"

Doubt started creeping into his mind again. Was this Theo talking... or Tom?

Was this what Theo really wanted?

Or was it just hormones like everyone else in the school?

"Three more times," Allan murmured softly.

"You don't sound too happy about that," Tom said, regarding him worriedly. "I thought you loved me..."

"I do... But... I love Theo too..."

The Heeler lowered his gaze, pursed his lips... and slowly began to uncurl from around Allan. "Oh... I see..."

"Wait," Allan protested. "Don't go."

Tom gave him a faint, sad smile. He leaned down and picked up the discarded sketchpad. "He loves you too, you know. We both do. But I guess the choice is yours. You're going to have to choose between one of us."

"Can't I have you both?"

"Is that even possible?"

Allan wanted to cry in frustration. "It should be..."

"Don't you care about what I want?"

He snapped an angry gaze at the Heeler. "But what about what Theo wants!?"

Tom's smile remained as he handed the sketchpad to Allan. "I think this is your answer."

He took the pad... and regarded one of the last pages. It was Theo himself... and beside him was a Blue Heeler drawn in exactly the same pose. Allan felt tears welling up in his eyes.

"He doesn't know how special he is..."

"I don't think you know either," Tom chuckled faintly.

"Don't laugh!" Allan snapped, shooting to his feet and throwing the sketchpad back against the Heeler. It bounced off a pair of strong, immovable pecs. "You don't know anything about him! You're just a mound of muscle and sex!"

Tom's smile was irritatingly calm. "Yeah... I guess I am... But who are you to claim you know so much about him? Aren't you the one that started this?"

Guilt struck him hard like lightning. "I... I..."

The big, hunky canine bent down and picked up some of the discarded clothing. He snatched Allan's discarded shirt and wrapped it around his waist to hide his genitals. "What do you think makes him so special?"

Allan's answer was instantaneous. "He's a great artist! You've seen his drawings! They're amazing!"

"They're just sketches."

"They're more than you can do!"

There, Tom chuckled softly. "Yeah... I guess that's true."

Allan's fists clenched tightly. "You know what? Fuck you! I don't want you! I want Theo!"

He spun and bolted.

Away from Tom.

Away from his biggest mistake.

Away from love.

Lesson 7: Escape is never a solution.

Allan had it all planned out.

It was nearing ten in the evening and Tom would have reverted back to Theo.

Now was his chance.

He had to get to Theo, tell him everything. About the Steeles, the whole Knothole High plot and about the threat of staying in this town. He also would confess his love, tell the boy everything about how he felt, how he screwed up and how he wanted Theo to live on as Theo and no that dumb, muscle-head jock, Tom.

After that, he'd urge Theo to get out of town with his father.

He figured that if he could live on knowing that Theo remained he'd be happy. Even if love would forever elude him, he'd be happy. Maybe Theo would make some neat sketches for that would sell for millions and Allan would quietly watch from a distance, forever keeping his distance because of his infectious nature.

When the clock hit ten o'clock, Allan snatched his bag and bolted out of his house. He ran all the way back to Knothole High and began sniffing the air. Tom's scent was still pretty strong. After having sex, it would naturally be incredibly strong. He followed down several streets for what seemed like an eternity.

It was half-past eleven by the time he reached the home where the scent abruptly stopped.

No lights were on but he didn't have time.

He bounded up to the doorstep and knocked on the door heavily.

The doorbell hung to his left, almost taunting him for his impatience. He rang that three times in rapid succession.

No answer.

Not that he really expected one. It was the middle of the night.

He rang again.

Again nothing.

One more time and he swore he would climb around the back and start throwing rocks at the window he hoped was Theo's.

Last time...

Ring! Ring! Ring!

Two seconds...

His left foot twitched towards the rear garden gate when a light flicked on inside. The heart in his chest migrated quickly to his throat as he rapidly thought about what he would say. Moreover, he forgot about Theo's dad. How would he explain this midnight visit?

'Hey, Mr. Santos. You and your son are likely turning into big, buff, muscular canines with infectious armpit odour and your cum can make other people bigger. You should skip town now.'

'Why should you believe me? Because I'm one of them.'

Right... With Halloween right around the corner, that sounded like some cheap, poorly conceived ploy for a few giggles.

"Crap..."

It was too late the back out as the door sprang open.

Allan's jaw dropped.

Standing in front of him was a huge, Blue Heeler with a cream crest running down his cum-covered chest. His chiselled muscles were outlined in the hardening precum that matted her fur while his semi-flaccid cock sprang instantly awake when sparkling, blue eyes greeted Allan.

"Oh... you must be Allan," the Heeler said, flashing him a grin. "Tom's been talking non-stop about you."

No... No...

"Theo!" Allan cried, shoving past the Blue Heeler who was no doubt Theo's former father. Instincts drove him, his heart leading the way. He barged straight into what must have been the master bedroom.

Lying on the bed, huge, muscular but thankfully still human was Theo. Cock at full attention, Theo spun to face Allan, eyes wide in confusion and fear.

"Allan!" His cock seized up and a large amount of precum splattered against Theo's chiselled chest. The same cream fur as his father began crawling up from the crevasses of his pecs and abs, springing out like weeds. Theo arched his back, eyes rolling into the back of his head as his entire body was wracked with spasms. Veins pressed up against his corded forearms and biceps, his neck looking like a pulsing, spider web barely contained under olive skin.

"What's happening to me!?" Theo cried, staring at his hands. The flesh on the tips of his fingers and on his palms began to harden, gaining a leathery texture. Thick calluses began forming rapidly, turning dark. His nails blackened as his fingers grew thicker and stronger.

Allan could only stagger over to the human and wrap his arms around the rapidly hardened shoulders. He held Theo against his chest, feeling the tears run down his muzzle. Theo whimpered in his embrace, legs kicking out and twitching in a mix of pain and pleasure. One tree-trunk-sized thigh curled around Allan's waist, claws on the tip of massive toes raking the back of Allan's ass.

That whimpering turned into lustful moans. The quivering lips transformed into heavy pants and deep breaths. A pointed tongue snaked out between a forming muzzle, slowly making its way towards Allan's armpit and licking the thick fur there.

"I'm so sorry, Theo..." Allan whispered.

A paw rose up and cupped the side of his head.

Tom stared back up at him with Theo's eyes. "Don't be."

Lesson 8: It's Never too Late to Care

When Allan woke, he felt sticky and weighed down heavily by guilt.

He groaned and sat up, rubbing the back of his head and then making a disgusted sound when he felt parts of his hair was clumped together with cum. As he ran a paw down his muzzle, he could feel other pools of cum that had splattered his face.

Last night must have been wild because he could still feel the two cocks of Tom and Tom's father in his ass. The bed was empty... and what made it worse, was that it wasn't his bed.

This was Theo's room.

Soon to be Tom's.

Allan growled at his own stupidity and punched a nearby pillow in frustration. He checked the clock.

It was well into the next day. Past noon. Not surprising as he remembered having stayed up until four the previous night playing with Tom. They foreplay had gone well over an hour and sex followed by climax finished about two. But then Tom's father came in and that was another two hours of mindless, purposeless sex.

Though... was it?

Allan hugged himself, whimpering at the memory of having Tom in his arms and in him. He loved that feeling... it made him feel so complete. He could feel Tom just on the border of taking control and Theo fading away into nothingness. His body screamed at him to just let Theo go and let Tom tie with him. Completion was just a step away with a knot...

But Theo...

The Akita slowly removed himself from underneath Theo's sticky sheets. His bare footpaw fell on something with a loud crunch. Glancing down, he spied Theo's sketchpad. His heart seized up as he snatched it from the floor and began shifting through the pages.

His eyes stood on the images of Anton Irosaki and he couldn't help but let out a bitter laugh. The laughter was tainted by tears however. A salty rain peppered Theo's sketchpad, melting the ink that made up Theo's signature. The 'h' lost its stem and looked almost like an 'o'. The 'eo' merged into one, almost looking like an overly elliptical 'm'.

Allan found his clothes and threw them on. With Theo's sketchpad in paw, he turned to leave.

He was a little surprised to find Theo's father in the kitchen, whistling blissfully.

"Oh! Good morning, son!"

He winced at that term. "Um... Hi, Mr. Santos..."

Theo's father threw his head back and laughed. "Oh god, I love the sound of that. 'Jack Santos'." The slightly portly man grinned at him. "If I remember what Steele said, all anyone has to do at this stage is say his name and I'll change, right?"

Allan nodded grimly.

'Jack' grinned at him suggestively. "So, last night was pretty fun, eh? You and my son an item? Can I call you a son-in-law now?"

Conscious that he might crush Theo's sketchpad, Allan kept himself in check. "Maybe... Um... Do you know where Tom - erm... Theo went?"

"Tom said he's going off to Tex's party! Wish I could go." Jack stuck out his tongue, his pants starting to tighten with his growing erection. "Never thought I'd lick cock so much but hot_damn_... Never had this much fun before with my wife! No wonder we got divorced!"

Same story everywhere... Little wonder why those who the Steeles preyed upon always accepted the changes eventually. All the fathers were either divorced or already gay. Their impression of women would always remain within the boundaries of friends and never into sexual partners. And the kids? They lost their mothers and stayed with their fathers. That spoke volumes.

Allan left Mr. Santos to his imagination and wandered slowly back to his home. He just followed his own scent but still got lost a couple of times as he found himself getting lost in beautifully crafted sketches Theo made.

His mind lamented the loss of such great talent...

By now, Theo would be at Stage 4... he transformed three times now and at the fourth stage, just by hearing Tom's name the transformation would begin. And by the fifth...

It was already too late.

Allan found himself at the door to his home...

He clenched his fangs together.

And he decided.

He tossed Theo's sketchpad aside and bolted into his house.

"Dad! I need a ride!"

His father thankfully didn't ask any questions as they jumped into the car and made their way up to Tex's mountainside mansion. It was well about five in the evening when they got close. Tex had gone all out with the decorations. Somehow, there the huge trees lining the road had been decorated with spooky lights that mimed the words of a particular rock-party song. Carved jack-o-lanterns littered the side of the road, all illuminated by candles.

Even as they rounded the broad curve approaching Tex's mansion, the sky was illuminated by the sheer amount of light that spilled from the house. Like a choir of ghostly silhouettes, lights shaped like ghastly features lip-synced the songs played on the loud speakers. A thick tent of cobwebs cascaded from the top of the mansion, kissing the edge of the tall, brick fence. Mummies, witches and all sorts of Halloween-themed monsters occupied the lawn. All of them were partying.

Some were having fun.

Others were 'having fun'.

Allan gave his thanks to his father before leaping out and hurrying up the steps into Tex's mansion. He pushed aside those around him.

"Theo!" he cried. "Theo!"

He hoped there was no one else was called 'Theo'. So many people had transformed these days that it was hard to keep track. Allan pushed past the crowds of costumed canines and rapidly developing humans. Pheromones were thick in the air and more than one human was already ripping off their costumes in favour of a typical 'werewolf transformation'.

"Please," he begged himself. "Please don't be too late. Theo!"

He charged through the mansion, shouting out for Theo.

He wondered if he was too late and when he came up to the same atrium now filled with canines, he wondered if he had lost Theo forever.

A paw rested on his shoulder. Pete stood behind him, grinning, fully naked and with cock out.

"Not now, Pete," he muttered.

"Man, you're such a downer!" the beagle laughed. "Give me some credit here, dude! I save you a dance!" He hiked a thumb backwards. "Go to the pool, man. He's waiting for you."

For a second, Allan stared at the beagle in shock.

Then he broke into a grin. "Thanks, Pete..."

He brushed past the beagle, then stopped. He turned back towards his friend and leaned in to thank him properly. A finger was pressed against his lips, pushing his muzzle back.

"Dude, seriously?" Pete laughed. "Go on! Theo is waiting for you!"

Theo.

He said 'Theo'!

Allan spun and bolted through the mansion, tail wagging and heart rapidly beating in his heart.

He found the pool easily.

There, outlined by the shimmering, silver rays of the moon dancing against the still waters of the pool, was Theo.

Just Theo.

No trace of Tom.

Okay, maybe just one bit.

When Allan pushed the big, glass doors and stepped out into the pool area, Theo turned towards him to reveal that cute goatee that the big Akita had to admit looked absolutely breathtaking on his handsome features.

"Hey there," the Akita whispered.

"Yo."

He spoke so casually. He had accepted his change... and Allan had too. But at the moment, it was just the two of them.

Theo and Allan.

He crossed the distance between them and wrapped his arms tightly around the boy, holding him tightly. The contact sent his heart racing and tears welling up in his eyes but he kept them locked away. He wouldn't let his love see him cry.

Not this... on their last night together.

"I love you," Theo whispered.

Allan's heart jumped for joy. "I love you too, Theo." He looked down at the boy's sparkling blue eyes. "But..."

"I know..." Theo said with a grim nod. "Tom... Urgh..." He grunted and clutched the side of his head. Allan felt the boy's body quake under his grip, muscles hardening and skin tightening. "He... He... He wants to tell you he loves you too, you know... And that he wants you to pick him..."

"But it's you I want..."

"I know... he knows... But..." He looked up at the Akita. "You know it can't happen... I'm too far gone. There's no escaping it now... If I so much as hear the name 'Tom'... Ah!" He gasped and arched his back. His forehead brushed Allan's chin as his shirt rode up. Allan could feel the makings of a six pack against his hardening cock.

"Yeah..." Allan nodded grimly. "Then... Once you transform that one last time, you'll be drawn back here for the final stage... I'm... I'm just so sorry, Theo..."

The boy laughed, a hind of sadness in his that musical tone as he stood up on his tip toes and kissed Allan lightly on the lips. The touch sent tingles down Allan's spine. As Theo pulled away, he smiled at the dog. "Don't be... This isn't your fault. I can fight, you know. But I want this..."

"But... Your talent... All your art... It'll be gone..."

Theo's smile turned sly as he quickly kicked off his shoes. "Maybe. You have my sketchpad, right?"

Allan nodded.

"I'll still be somewhere in here," Theo said, tapping his chest. "In... In Tom." He shut his eyes and threw back his head, letting out a loud moan. His shirt tore right down the middle, showing strong, firm pecs. The sleeves of the same shirt tore at the seams, a thick, blue vein pushing up against his olive flesh.

He gave Allan a smile, his eyes glazed over slightly with lust. Theo nodded towards the empty pool. "Hey... What do you say we take a dip? The water should wash away all the pheromones, right?"

"Not going to stop you from saying his name, will it?"

"Who? Tom's."

Theo grinned as the singlet he wore ripped off his impressive chest. His eyes came up to level with Allan. A loud shredding noise from the ground heralded the loss of his shoes.

"Guess not," Allan chuckled softly. He reached for the seams of his shirt but Theo's huge hands stopped him. Those thick fingers curled around the edges of his shirt, pulling them over his head as his soft, supple lips touched his abs. Allan shuddered as Theo's fingers worked away his belt and pulled his pants to the ground.

His briefs were soaked in his precum and the clear, musky fluid began soaking into his fur as Theo discarded the last of his clothes, leaving himself completely naked. In the gentle, white moonlight, his olive skin simply glowed, catching the right curves of his muscular body and highlighting the roads those veins made across his mountainous muscles. His cock stood at full attention, greeting Allan like an old friend.

"Come on, Allan," Theo said, taking the Akita's paw. "This is our night."

Slowly, they slipped into the cool waters and pressed their lips against one another. Allan pressed his body against Theo's, holding him tightly as they were suspended in the waters. Their bodies sank beneath the clear water, the noise of the party vanishing beneath the waves. For that one instant, they shared the same breath.

Allan felt like he was flying and with his love in his arms.

Air became scarce in his lungs and he pulled them to the surface.

He opened his eyes and there, greeting him were those blue eyes simply glowing. The waves of the water broke up the moon's gentle glow and reflected them against his dazzling sky-blue irises.

"I love you..." Allan whispered.

"I love you too, Allan... And so does Tom."

Theo growled as his whole body shook under the waves. Allan seized him, holding him tight against his body as Theo's muscles grew bigger. Pecs bulged out and rivalled Allan's while a defined six pack pressed his cock against Allan's own firm, abdominal muscles. The firm glutes that Allan held grew nice and round, muscle absorbing all fat and growing to match the thick thighs that were quickly intertwining with Allan's own legs.

Theo's large hands lifted out of the water. He held his right in front of the moon and both he and Allan watched as the human flesh gave way to canine. The tips of his fingers grew hard, black leathery pads growing against his palm and his nails giving way to sharpened claws. Thick veins twisted away from his wrist, leaving a trail of blue-grey fur wherever they grew.

Allan looked back towards Theo... perhaps his last look at his love. He grasped the boy's transforming hand and guided him towards the edge of the pool. The Akita lay himself against the edge and wiggled his briefs off his body.

Theo didn't need any further prompting.

In practiced motions, Theo pressed his cock deep against Allan's ass.

"Fuck, Tom!" he cried as that thick cock pushed itself into him. The boy behind him growled as strong hands seized his thighs. The quakes of his body pushed that cock deeper and deeper into him. Hard muscles pressed against his back, growing bigger and bigger as fur covered the olive skin.

Allan spun his head around, eyes half-glazed in lust. His tongue lapped out in need and his mate greeted him with a wet kiss. Theo's lips were still human but Allan could feel that quickly changing. One of Theo's paws left his thighs and curled around the back of Allan's head, pulling their kiss deeper. The boy's huge cock worked its way deeper and deeper into him, thrusting with a rhythm that was so familiar, so pleasant... and just so filling.

Tom was coming.

They broke their kiss for one moment.

"Tom..." Allan whispered.

Theo pulled them once more into a savage kiss, moaning deeply as his face lengthened. Allan felt a black nose press up against his own. The thick, rubbery lips pressed up against his own. Theo had to twist his head to the side to give his muzzle room to fully merge with Allan's.

Theo... No... he was Tom now.

Tom thrust into Allan's ass hard, pounding that cock deeper and deeper into him. Allan moaned lustfully, his heart swelling as his mate's cock slid in and out of him. The pressure in his own member was growing and growing.

His whole body clenched and he tore his lips away from Tom.

"Fuck! Tom! Fuuuuuuuck!"

His back arched, a howl ripping from his throat.

Cum spewed out of his cock, mingling with the pool waters. Tom joined in his howl, pouring semen into his ass. He felt warm, his mate's seed seemingly seeping into his veins and merging cementing their love.

Allan's howl died in his throat and he flopped down on the pool edge, gasping.

Tom slumped on top of him. Their wet bodies felt so right together.

"Fuck Allan..." the Blue Heeler gasped. "I love you man... I really do..."

"Yeah..." Allan murmured. Maybe he could learn to love Tom too... but at the moment, there was only one person he loved.

"Hey, you two!"

Both dogs looked up as Pete poked his head out from the mansion.

"Can we use the pool yet?" the beagle hollered.

Allan exchanged glances with Tom who gave him the same, sly smile Theo did. "Give us ten minutes."

Lesson 9: Never Forget, just Grow

Allan was loathed to admit it but he had fun with Tom during the party.

Tom really was a nice guy. In fact, he was an awesome guy. The two really hit it off and almost all of Allan absolutely loved him. The Heeler was funny, sexy and he was endlessly devoted to Allan. Whenever some other guy offered their ass, Tom always had Allan double penetrate that hole. He got Allan a drink whenever Allan was feeling thirsty and even after they got out of the pool, Tom brushed Allan's fur.

He wasn't clingy either. In fact, Allan felt like he was the one being clingy. Many times during the party, they were separated and Allan was left feeling lost and alone. Whenever he found Tom, the Heeler was chatting it up with someone else but never having sex with them.

At the end of the party, while everyone else howled at the moon, Tom had gone out of his way to ask Tex's driver to bring them to Knothole High. There, they cuddled up under Allan's favourite tree, watched the moon and greeted each other a happy Halloween.

Tom said 'I love you' but Allan couldn't bring himself to share the sentiment.

Deep down, the Akita still knew he had lost Theo.

"Why though?" he growled at himself, looking at the full-body mirror in his room. "Tom is an awesome guy! You love him! Why are you still hung up on Theo? He wanted this!"

The answer...?

Something simple.

It stared at him on the floor.

Theo's first sketch.

"Fuck!" he cried, clutching his head in his paws. He had half a mind to burn that scrap of scrunched up paper.

It was already Tuesday. He hadn't been feeling well on Monday and had avoided all of Theo's calls on Sunday. By now, Tom had taken over, he knew.

He was about to break into tears again when something tapped his window.

Curious, he flicked his ears towards the window just in time to hear another tap. His eyes watched the clear plane for a couple more seconds. A small rock slammed against the window before bouncing away.

"What the...?"

Allan wandered over to the window and pushed it open.

Tom stood at the base of his house, grinning widely up at him, looking totally sexy in nothing but his fur and paint-splotched denim overalls. With that goatee, his youthful handsome features into the rugged debonair of a man.

"Theo - erm Tom?" he asked. "What're you doing here?"

"I've got something to show you!" Tom exclaimed. "Come on!"

Puzzled, Allan headed out of the house and was surprised to find Mr. Santos waiting for him in a car. Theo was practically bouncing as they entered the vehicle and Mr. Santos drove them quietly to Knothole High.

Once they were parked, Tom seized Allan's paw and dragged him straight towards the school building.

"What're we doing here?" Allan demanded. "The school is closed by now!"

The sun had vanished beneath the horizon of houses.

"Not for art students!" Tom answered, barging in through the front doors. "We all have access on weekends because we need more time to work on our stuff!"

"So why are we here?"

They entered the art department and into that same, art room where Theo had first transformed and Tom had come out. Tom's paw left Allan's as the Blue Heeler bounced towards the big canvas at the end of the room, veiled by a thick white sheet.

"I finally finished it!" Tom announced. "Ready for the big unveiling?"

Allan tried to sound enthusiastic when he said, "Yeah." But he was sure that Tom's talent in art would be nowhere near the greatness of Theo's.

Tom grinned and yanked the veil down.

Allan had been right.

Tom was nowhere near as talented as Theo.

He was way better.

"What the...?" he gasped.

The image was breathtaking in its detail. To the right were brilliant, rolling planes, grassy green and populated with pristine brushstrokes that made every blade of grass, every leaf from the apple tree so realistic. The sky was brilliantly blue, populated by beautiful, fluffy clouds. On the left was the dazzling night sky, specked with the lights of countless stars. The planes were dark but illuminated by the moon that hung at the centre of the composition.

At the very centre of the piece was that aforementioned moon, bright, big and full. Standing facing one another, arms intertwined and with their enormous, muscular bodies intertwined in such a way that their cocks were unexposed... was Tom and Allan.

Both were howling at the moon.

"I got the inspiration at the party," Tom exclaimed excitedly, his tail wagging. "What do you think?"

Allan staggered up towards the painting, reaching out tentatively to make sure that he wasn't dreaming. "How...?" he whispered. "Didn't... Didn't Theo...?"

The Heeler wrapped his arms around Allan, grinning broadly as he kissed his neck lovingly. "It's not like he's gone, you know. I know everything he knows. I am Theo... but I'm Tom. Theo is an awesome sketc artist... but I know how to paint." He broke into a grin. "Kinda why I said drawing is for sissies!" His grin became a dazzling smile. "We became one and I never looked back. Didn't you ever feel that when you transformed?"

Allan shook his head. "I... I always thought I was different... I was someone else..." Then he smiled, upon remembering a particular coach's words. "Just because a pawn turned into a queen... it doesn't mean that queen was never a pawn..."

"Huh?"

Allan turned to face his mate, grinning broadly. "Nothing. You're just fucking amazing. Come here."

Their lips intertwined. Allan's paws rolled hastily unbuttoned Tom's overalls. He was not at all surprised to realise the Heeler wasn't wearing anything underneath all that denim. His arm lashed out and swept the art supplies off the nearest table and he pressed his mate down, onto the flat, paint-covered surface.

Tom's own paws worked miracles, pulling Allan's shirt off his body and yanking his pants down, throwing them aside. Their muzzles intertwined, their tongues dancing to the music of love as their cocks bounced against one another, their hot meat sending waves of pleasure into one another as the bare contact.

Allan's lips worked their way towards Tom's erect nipples, bringing a loud gasp from the Heeler. Large, powerful arms wrapped around the Akita, holding him tight, making him feel warm and loved. Those same arms swung him around, his back pressing against the table. Tom sat on top of him, panting heavily and beautiful, blue eyes glazed over in lust.

The Heeler leaned down and greedily wrapped his muzzle around Allan's throbbing member. The Akita gasped, arching his back with every slick, skilful circuit Tom's tongue made around his cock. His paws seized the back of the Heeler's head, thrusting upwards with every fraction of his resistance breaking. His feet closed around Tom's own, monstrous 14 inch member, dragging his leathery soles up and down the pointed, red cock every time he thrust deep into the Heeler's throat.

Tom pulled his muzzle free, gasping and then kissing the tip of Allan's cock lovingly.

The Heeler spun around and lifted his tail.

Allan went into autopilot.

He uncurled himself from where he lay and wrapped his left paw around Tom's waist while the other snaked beyond and seized the dog's throbbing cock. Panting heavily and with his eyes firmly on the Heeler's gorgeous, muscular back, he guided his completely erect cock slowly into the awaiting hole.

Tom yelped faintly as Allan breached the barrier. The Akita stroked his mate's cock, mixing the pain with pleasure. He bent down and nibbled on Tom's shoulder. The Heeler twisted his head around and licked Allan's nose. Their lips met in a passionate kiss. Allan pushed deeper into Tom, his mate gasping into their kiss.

Slowly, Allan began pushing his cock deeper and deeper into his mate's ass. His balls were heavy with cum, churning and yearning for the release he knew would bring about an end to his searching. His knot eagerly ached to be inside his mate but he slowed himself down, trying to make the experience as pleasurable as possible for his mate.

A paw wrapped around the one he had securely around Tom's cock and together, they worked the member, stroking it fast and hard.

"Oh fuck..." Tom moaned. "You're so fucking hot..."

Allan could only growl as he thrust deeper and deeper. Tom arched his back, the growing howl in his throat bleeding into his lustful cry. Allan's knot pressed up against Tom's ass and his became feverish. He could feel his heart racing, matching Tom's, and his own cum piling up against the feeble dam of his restraint.

"Shit..." he grunted. "Fuck Tom..."

"Tie with me," Tom urged. "Fucking tie with me!"

Allan pushed his knot into Tom... but he felt resistance and was pushed back out. Growling in frustration, he tried again.

Tom cried out. "God yes!"

He was pushed back again...

One more time...

Allan thrust with all his strength and drove his cock, knot and all, deep into his mate.

"Fuck yes!" Tom cried.

Allan lost himself in his lust and shoved his dick wildly into Tom, pumping hard and fast. Tom's cries were broken by the shakes that wracked his body from each of Allan's thrusts. Allan pulled his paws away from Tom's cock and waist. He curled one arm tightly around the Heeler's firm, stomach, his veined forearm pressing up against the huge, abdominal muscles that put the Himalayas to shame. The other slipped up under Tom's arm, seizing his shoulder.

"Fuuuuuuck!" Tom shouted. "Allan... I'm... Oh fuck... I'm gonna...!"

Tom abruptly jolted backwards, his back arching as cum exploded out of his cock in an unstoppable torrent of male seed. Like a tsunami of semen, it sprayed out of his red, hot cock, splattering all over his chest and even striking Allan on the face.

The taste of his mate's seed sent him over the edge.

Allan's fangs lashed out, clamping hard on Tom's shoulder and biting down against the tense flesh as his own cum burst for its long-awaited load deep into his mate. His whole body was riddled with spasms, his eyes rolling into the back of his head.

His mind swam... his body howled in pleasure and his heart... His heart was Tom's.

Allan collapsed against his mate, fully aware of the cum that leaked out of Tom's ass even with his cock plugged tightly in there. He sighed contently as Tom's body gave out on him as well and the two collapsed on the cum-covered table.

"Fuck..." Tom whispered. "Fuck Allan... I love you..."

Allan smiled. The words came naturally. No hesitation, no confusion and no reservations.

"I love you too, Tom." His smile turned into a grin as he nodded weakly at the painting. "You might have to do it again."

Tom glanced at his painting, grinning at the huge splotch of cum that was now splattered over the two canines. He returned Allan's grin.

"Hey, as long as I have my mate, I can do it over, and over and over."

Happy Halloween!