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It's been one crazy week.

Sure, I guess we all get them at times, and I'm sure you're going to remind me that life is unpredictable and sometimes unfair. We have our bad days, and they can sometimes string along, one disaster after another, becoming that veritable house of cards that collapses and makes you wish you could find a nice hole to drop into and escape your life forever.

I guess the first thing that happened was I failed a Spring final exam in Beginning Physics on Monday, and it sunk my GPA down to a career low 2.7. I wouldn't have to repeat the class, barely squeaking by with a C-minus, but I was still pissed off. I really studied hard, but the instructor, an old bastard named Harry Carter, threw a curve at us and insisted we complete a couple of pages of actual answers and not multiple choice options: the worst kind of test to get.

Then the next day, Karen, my girlfriend for a few months, broke up with me. It wasn't anything bad, I don't think. She gave me the "we can still be friends" speech in a very nice, sisterly fashion, but I suspected it was planned and rehearsed in front of a mirror like lines from a Shakespearean play. What I didn't like was her insinuations that I might be gay, just because she felt I wasn't passionate enough with her when we were having sex.

I told her, I thought in a very brotherly manner, that she was sadly mistaken and hadn't known me long enough to make that kind of assessment. She said that was part of the problem, then kissed my cheek and exited my life.

I'm gay?

Wednesday, I called up Josh, a good friend of mine I'd known from high school. We took a few classes together at Toronto, but didn't really talk all that much. This was in fact my first time calling him all year. Josh had been starting to hang out with these two derelicts named Tim and Ben, and I didn't really like the circle they formed.

"Hey, Thomas! What's been going on?" He sounded excited to hear my voice.

"Oh, not much." I bit my lip, trying to decide how to play this. "You, uh, still doing okay with school?"

"Well, not exactly," he sighed, "things kind of got bogged down for me, and I decided to take the year off. But I've got a good job and a nice place to stay, so I'm not complaining." His laughter was rich and positive, and I think I envied him madly right then.

"You don't say? That's awesome, dude. So...uh...what are you doing now?"

We chatted aimlessly for a bit, and I found out Josh was working part-time at this bar in town called The Rabid, as a bouncer. I asked him playfully to repeat that because the last time I saw Josh, he was 160 pounds soaking wet if he was a pound. Then I told him about the final exam and he commiserated with me on that, adding that he would enjoy his own year away, and see if Jerry wanted to take a little trip to the States for a while.

"You'd like Jerry," he told me, and I got the sense of someone with a dreamy, glass-eyed look on the other end of the phone call. "Really nice man. Takes great care of me, and we're mad for each other."

I cleared my throat. "That's...actually something I want to talk to you about."

I explained to him about what Karen had told me, about our failed relationship and her rush to judgment on my sexual orientation.

After I finished, I heard a pause and then Josh snickered. "Well, what do you think?"

I rolled my eyes. "I don't know! I'm just trying to picture kissing a man and I've got the jitters. And no, not in a good way."

Josh replied, "Look, do you consider men sexy?"

"I guess a little bit." I shrugged though he couldn't see me. "They have strong chests and legs, and...I guess I sometimes look at cocks in the shower at school, just to see how I measure up. Karen said I was above average size-wise, which I guess was the nicest thing she said about the relationship yesterday..." I bit my tongue, thinking I'd been saying way too much, but Josh surprised me with hearty laughter.

"You think you're pretty big, huh? You should meet Jerry. He'd stun you with his, ah, equipment." And he giggled quietly before adding, "But he's all mine. Anyway, why don't you come by _The Rabid_Friday night and we can at least catch up. My shift is up at eleven but I can offer a few beers while I work, my treat. What do you think?"

I decided that would be cool and jotted down the address on a post-it note. I'd heard of _The Rabid_before then, but only from bits and pieces of idle chatter on campus. Word was though, it was a really hot, jumping place with good food and good music. Plus, they had a nice slogan.

Once you're there, you're never the same again.

**

When I got to the place Friday night around 9:00, two things captured my attention right away: the steady throng of people lined up at the entrance, and secondly, Josh himself, who had offered to meet me out in the parking lot as I arrived.

"Holy shit, dude!" I exclaimed, sizing my friend up and down admiringly as he approached my car. "What the hell, did you start taking steroids or something!?"

The brown-haired, brown-eyed weakling I'd once joked and hung out with in a high school cafeteria had put on at least a hundred pounds, and every ounce of it muscle. The black wife-beater he wore was tucked into tight-fitting faded jeans, molding what was easily a six-pack in his stomach. His arms bulged, the biceps and shoulders nearly as large as cantaloupes, and there was this shine to his eyes now I'd never seen before. He looked incredible - happy, healthy and God help me for hating him for it but...he also looked like he was in love.

He laughed and shook my hand vigorously before slapping me on the back as we walked up towards the club. "Nope, no pills. Just better living. I've developed a, um...well, let's say, a horse sense for things lately."

I stopped and folded my arms, looking at him with a mixture of amusement and curiosity. "You're working with horses or something, is that it?"

Josh smiled sheepishly and a little bit of pink came to his cheeks. "Um, you might say that, yeah."

I wanted more. "Well, what the hell is it? Are you staying at a farm or something? Helping out at a ranch?"

He shook his head, and that egg-sucking grin never left his face. "I'm just...around horses a lot, okay? Can we leave it at that? I shouldn't have told you anything yet, really." He started to walk again and I caught up to his longer strides. Then something else occurred to me just then. He'd gotten taller too. We used to be pretty much nose to nose, from what I remembered in our distant days of college, but now he looked at least six, maybe eight inches above me. I started to ask about his strange growth spurt and then we were at the front of the club, jostling for position around the milling groups of men and women waiting to get in.

A few women saw Josh and whistled loudly, and he grinned and waved back, pushing me in front of him. "Come on, I already got us a table inside."

"Hey!" yelled one of the guys standing around, "how does he get in before us?"

"Chill, fool!" one of the whistling girls admonished him. "That's Josh, he can let anyone he wants in!"

Josh steered me past a throng of rowdy people at the entrance, his strong hands on my shoulders powerful enough to keep them hunched a bit. Immediately I picked up on the deep bass of dub-step music, and a flood of voices and laughter all at once. One thing I noticed right away was that the club was quite dark. The only lighting I could really see came from flooding purple and blue-tinted spotlights that hung down from a long row of rafters stretching the length of the club. Josh let go of me and told me he'd be back in a while and to make myself at home, then bullied his way through a group of people to the standing bar off to the side.

So many people. There had to be at least a hundred in there, either dancing on a huge lifted stage near the DJ station, drinking and carousing in several lines of booths along either far wall, or tuned in to a row of HDTV sets with a variety of wildlife shows. I was in time to watch one of the screens showing a large lion pouncing a gazelle in the Serengeti, and then ripping it to shreds as he fed, spilling blood everywhere. The small crowd that was focused on that particular scene laughed and cheered.

Okay, that was weird,_I thought. I suddenly had this image of ancient Romans at the Coliseum, and how they amused themselves by throwing Christians to the lions. _Well, maybe they just really like lions.

Two of the people watching the natural bloodbath, a dark-haired, brown-eyed man and a red-haired, green-eyed woman, got up and walked past me. The woman stopped and looked at me for a moment, and then smiled and purred loudly at me, winking, before hurrying to catch up to her companion, joining him at a dark booth.

I noticed another booth close by them, and saw four rather fetching young women talking among themselves and laughing, sipping tall drinks. Three of the girls had matching long dark hair and deep brown eyes, and one of them was heavily making out with the only blonde in the group. I watched, fascinated, as the two girls really explored one another's mouths deeply, and I could imagine their tongues having a delightful time caressing and poking.

After what seemed an eternity, the two girls separated, wiping their mouths and giggling, and I finally noticed the blonde's face a bit more. It didn't have the soft features and contours. The cheeks were a bit sunken in, the chin and jaw were slightly square, and the blue eyes looked darker. I think that's when I did a double-take.

The blonde looked a lot like Josh's friend, Ben. She could easily pass for his sister anyway.

I had taken a few steps towards their booth to get a closer look at the blonde, when I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned around and saw the red-haired woman again, smiling at me, her deep green eyes twinkling in the spotlights.

"New here?" she asked, looking me up and down slowly.

I chuckled and looked away, shrugging. "Yeah, I guess it shows, huh?"

She surprised me by placing a hand on my shoulder. "We all were once. I could tell by your scent actually. The cologne? Not the usual brand I smell around here."

"Well, I wanted to make a good first impression." I grinned as I looked at her. Five-feet, six or seven inches, nice hips, shapely figure, and the short faded denim skirt and white baby-doll shirt she wore left little to the imagination. My eyes were constantly drawn to her mid-riff, showing a very sexy tummy and innie-navel. "Just like you've already done for me..." I added with a wink. I've never had a hard time talking to girls, and I'd like to think I know what they like to hear.

The woman seemed to smile more, and a hint of blush rolled through lovely cheeks. "I'm Tia."

"Thomas...but some people get to call me Tom. You may, if you like."

Tia grinned. "Sounds good, Tom. Come on, join us for a drink..." Her hand was already clasping mine eagerly, and I was half-walked, half-dragged to another dark booth, where the dark-haired man I'd seen before with her was sipping a beer. Beside him, nuzzling and licking his neck gently, was a familiar face, with blonde hair and blue eyes.

My mouth just about dropped open.

It was Tim, Ben's erstwhile companion and the signature leader of Josh's old group of friends, the ones I didn't get along with too well. I didn't know what to do, but Tia was already guiding me across from them as she sat down. Tim stopped licking to look at me a moment, but there wasn't a trace of recognition in his eyes, and he simply smiled and nodded kindly, before going back to his affections with the other man, who looked at me sharply, and I felt he was sizing me up right away.

"Rick," Tia smiled as she picked up her glass for a sip, "This is Thomas. He's new to The Rabid."

I got over my initial shock and offered a quick "Sup," then went back to staring at Tim. The little I did know about the guy was that he'd been a player, and was pretty fond of the opposite sex. Seeing him like this, practically draped over this handsome man, unnerved me and I was already set to bolt from the booth to try to find Josh in the crowd.

Rick must have noticed my eyes darting about, frantic for an exit, because he was quick to welcome me into the unusual fold. "Don't worry too much about fitting in, friend. You'll get used to the place pretty quick. Where you from?" His dark brown eyes settled- no, they bore into mine, and I suddenly felt like a warmed-over steak being dangled in front of a bunch of hungry lions. I quietly told him about my few semesters at the university and he chuckled. "Another young one. You guys just don't know when to stay away, do you?"

"Well, I was kinda invited here, actually," I pointed out, trying not to seem smug. "One of the bouncers. Maybe you know him? Josh?"

Rick's eyes lit up. "Ohh...okay, well then, you're definitely welcome here, if Josh invited you. So, you must know Tim here..." He gently pushed Tim's head away from his neck and hugged an arm around his shoulders, causing him to purr slightly, like a satisfied kitten.

Our eyes met again and for the craziest moment, I swear Tim's expression looked different. Even now as I think about it, it was like for the briefest of seconds, his face changed. His eyes got as wide as saucers, big blues looking into mine with all the intensity of a lightning bolt. And his lips quivered, turning downwards in a frown. His nostrils flared several times, and his cheeks hallowed, making him appear older and gaunt. The look on his face seemed to be almost pleading with me, as if apologetic or...a warning?

But then just as quickly, his focus changed again and Tim suddenly smiled broadly, shaking his head. "Don't think I've had the pleasure, handsome." He thrust a hand out to me and against my better judgment I gave it a good squeeze.

Tia finally came to the rescue and nudged my side. "Get off him, you guys," she growled, "if he says Josh invited him, I believe him. Come on, Thomas. What's your favorite drink? My treat."

I hesitantly asked for a cuba libre. I'd never been into any of the really fancy drinks, and especially not hard alcohol, but I suddenly needed something to calm myself down. Tia held up most of the conversation for a while, chatting about the different drinks, the new dances catching fire on the nightclub circuit, and The Rabid itself. At one point, I asked her if she went to other places at all, but she simply smiled and shook her head, only saying, "The Rabid is all we need," to which Tim and Rick readily nodded and agreed quite adamantly.

After about a half-hour of talking, I'd decided I'd had enough of Tia. She was beautiful, yeah, and she had a nice voice, but I got the feeling she just wanted to hear herself talk because she knew everything. The moment I tried to point something out, or ask a question, especially in regards to The Rabid, I was met with almost vehement feedback. I could tell I was going to be wrong, no matter what I said.

She was gaily asking if I wanted another drink when I felt a large hand on my shoulder. I whipped my head around, expecting it to be Josh. Instead, it was another man. He was easily six-foot-five, with long, tangled black hair that spilled over his shoulders in waves. Deep blue eyes behind steel-rimmed glasses looked kindly down into mine, and the bright smile he gave me made for a delightful contrast to his dark-brown complexion.

Before I could say anything, he did, but not to me. "The puppy is with me, Tia," he said gently, not too unkindly, and his blue eyes flashed.

Rick noticed Tia's gaze waver and he smiled tightly, coming to her defense. "Are you really sure about that, wolf?" His hands slowly came up to fold on the table. "We're just getting acquainted some. No harm done. And I do think it's a little rude to take someone away from new friends...don't you agree?"

I sat there, looking back and forth between their faces, which both seemed stone cold. If looks could have killed at that very moment, both Rick and this other man would have crumpled to the floor. Even Tim shied away from looking at the big man's face, and that was weird, because from what I heard from Josh, Tim was about as brave and foolhardy as they came.

"Yeah, I'm pretty sure, kitten," the one Rick had called "wolf" growled softly. "Orders from the house. Unless you don't agree with the house?"

Finally, after an uncomfortably long silence, the ice seemed to thaw and both men backed down off their hackles. Rick smiled slowly. "Of course. He's all yours...I've got mine anyway." He wrapped an arm around Tim possessively and forced him to his face to kiss.

The hand on my shoulder squeezed and then clapped it hard. "Let's go, Thomas," he said, and I carefully got up from the booth, nodding to the others and stammering a quick sentiment.

I followed "Wolf" through the crowd to an area by the bar, near the dance floor, and he guided me to a comfortable stool away from the pounding music.

"Sorry you had to get into that, Thomas," he said as he sat down close next to me, ordering some drinks for us. "Rick and Tia are pretty nice and awesome people but...they get a little too attached to the new blood. I'm Robert, but Bob's fine." Then he smiled warmly at me, the infectious kind of smile that I couldn't help but return. "Josh asked me to keep an eye on you. He had some unpleasant business to attend to and he really didn't want you to be by yourself. When I saw you go off with those two, I thought I'd better step in eventually, before Rick got any ideas." He licked his lips, "You see, he can be a little careless with his toys."

I nodded, not really understanding anything, but the softness of Bob's voice was refreshing and welcoming. I suddenly felt like I was with an older brother, coming to my defense, or to protect me from harm. "Sure, um, not a problem. It's actually a nice place here." I looked down at my folded hands on the bar, a little unsure what else to say. When the drinks arrived, I hastily took a few sips, just to keep from talking.

Bob seemed to get the message loud and clear. "I want you to relax here, okay Tom? I'll take great care of you." He placed a hand over mine and gave it a squeeze. "So, what would you like to chat about? Wait. You know what? I'll start. How do you know Josh?"

Instantly my discomfort left me and we got into a smooth discussion about my friend. I once remarked to Bob how much Josh had changed since I'd seem him last, even telling him specific details of his physical transformation, but Bob just pleasantly nodded, as though Josh's body-building metamorphosis was a normal, common occurrence in Toronto.

We started getting into other topics of discussion, like politics, sports, even our favorite foods, and I was happy to learn Bob was a master chef. I told him about my cruddy week also, and he sympathized with me over the Physics test. He was a student about ten years before I was at Toronto and was surprised old Mr. Carter was still alive and well. All the while I talked, I could feel his eyes on me, but unlike how creeped-out I'd felt from Rick's glances, Bob's seemed more friendly and meaningful, and he couldn't stop smiling.

Yeah, I guess you could say, I really liked that Bob was watching me.

Conversation drifted to relationships then, and I told Bob about my ugly break-up with Karen, and also what she had said about me possibly being gay. Instead of a snort or a chuckle, Bob reached for my hand again, his blue eyes twinkling, and looked at me, not smiling.

"Do you think she's right?" he asked me gently, still holding my hand. I told him I didn't know what to think anymore and he nodded. "These kind of things you have to sort of figure out for yourself, you know what I mean? For instance..." Then he did chuckle and tossed back his hair over his shoulders, where it feathered into beautiful layers. "Do I look handsome to you?"

I surprised myself by grinning. "Well, yeah, I mean...you've got nice hair, nice eyes, really nice dark skin. Do you come from India?" Although I hadn't picked up any kind of accent from him.

He laughed. "Well, the old kind of India, maybe. I'm full Cherokee, going back to ancestors in the 1700s, actually."

I whistled. "Wow...that's amazing. You must have plenty of stories from history." A new thought struck me. "Wait, Rick called you "Wolf" earlier. Was that what he meant? Is the wolf your tribal name or totem animal somehow?"

Bob's eyes positively shone like the wash of spotlights zeroing in on the dance floor in their blue, red and purple hues, and a warm smile crept over his face again. "Why don't we dance for a little bit and make ourselves presentable? If you're having a good time, I'll ask Josh to let me take you back to my place, and I can show you all kinds of stuff related to my tribe and history. Deal?"

I readily accepted without even thinking about it. History has always fascinated me, even if Physics hadn't. We finished our drinks and then Bob led me to the dance floor. We both had faded blue jeans and light shirts, so our bodies practically glowed electric together in the darker ultraviolet spillover coming from the colored lights. A few of the women watching us let out wild whistles and catcalls, and I suddenly had a feeling that we looked awesome moving our hips and twisting our arms and legs to the music.

After a few songs, a slower rhythm came through the speakers, and the dancers started to form couples. Bob, noticing my uncertainty, grinned and led me back to the bar for another set of drinks. I glanced up at the clock above the bar and saw it was near midnight. I never realized it, but three hours had flown by. "Getting a little late, I guess," I murmured into my glass.

"Well, here comes Josh now." Bob nodded over my shoulder and waved to my friend as he strode up to the bar and sat down next to us, puffing a bit. His face looked red as a beet from some kind of exertion.

"Sorry, Tom," Josh wiped sweat from his brow and helped himself to a beer behind the counter. "Friday nights we get some problems now and then. Bunch of locals come by and decide to roust us. Had a nice altercation behind the club, but the police took care of things."

"Not a problem," I clapped his arm. "Bob's been great to take his time and show me around." I turned and winked at him, "Good dancer too."

Josh chuckled and looked at Bob. "Good, I knew you two would get along well."

"If you don't mind, Josh," Bob replied, "I'd like to take Tom back to my place. I offered to show him some of my tribe's collections over the years. And he was really curious about the wolf..."

Josh grinned and shrugged good-naturedly. "Hey, he's just a friend, right Tom? Why don't you go and I'll take of your car for you while you're away. It's getting towards closing, and I don't want to see you get towed."

I was amenable to that and handed him my keys. I mean, don't get me wrong, Bob was quite handsome and fun to talk to, but to be honest I didn't really feel anything sexual going on here. I guess I really just wanted to see this awesome historical collection he boasted about.

Josh and I parted after a hearty handshake and Bob led me out of the nightclub, towards the parking lot in back, where a row of hefty looking sports-cars stood out in the overhead lighting like showroom beauties.

"Wow," I marveled, feasting on a blue Porsche 911 as we walked past, "who owns these?"

"Mostly staff, but a few of the regulars too. Mine's the Ferrari here." He pointed just ahead to a deep red late model Italian dream and my jaw nearly dropped to the ground. "Hop in."

I got over my excitement and grinned maniacally, playfully calling out, "Shotgun!" as I opened the door and stepped inside a vehicular paradise. Bob laughed and thumbed the CD player as he started the car, and Beethoven's Pastoral Symphony flowed through several speakers inside the door and dash as we drove off into the night.

**

We had driven about a half hour when Bob finally wheeled the Ferrari down a twisted side street off the main road, and took several sharp left and right turns before stopping in front of a large iron gate. He tapped on the horn three times, and the gates slowly opened inwards, revealing a brick driveway, spiraling around a large fountain before ending at a gorgeous mansion.

I was a little dumbstruck. "You live here?!"

He looked sheepish. "For about a month or so, yeah. I'm still getting all my things settled in." He drove up to the front door and stopped. "Come on. I don't have any caretakers here, so it's just me and you." He led me up the stairs to a large set of double doors. Etched on each one, I could clearly see the silver outlines of wolf-heads, complete with blazing eyes and glistening teeth.

"Wow, is this part of your collection?" I asked, running my hand along the door.

"Nah, it's just part of the house." He unlocked the doors and gently pushed me forward. "Come on in, I'll make us something to drink, maybe some coffee, huh? Don't want you to leave if you've still got a buzz going." We walked through an ornate hallway to a large living room and dining area, and he invited me to take a seat on one of the plush sofas as he disappeared into the kitchen beyond. "Extra strong, coming up."

I looked around my surroundings and saw nothing but history. Shelves lined the walls, and they were filled with leather-bound books about Native Americans, American history, and a few medical and cooking books. A credenza next to the sofas held several Old West pictures on top, while a large cupboard next to it, I could see, contained arrow heads, bows, Native American headdresses, necklaces and other trinkets.

I literally felt like a kid in a candy store.

Bob saw me inspecting some of the photos as he returned with steaming mugs and carefully handed me one. "A lot of those pictures are from my parents," he grinned and stood close beside me, laying a hand on my shoulder. "You probably notice the resemblance I have to some of these chiefs here."

"So one of your ancestors was a real Indian chief?"

"Yup," Bob replied, not minding the politically incorrect slant, it seemed. "I think 1856...maybe closer to 1860. I know it was before the Civil War broke out in the States."

I smiled, eager to show my history knowledge. "That's right, Canada got into it for a while, didn't they? The Confederacy had a bunch of secret installments up here, and England feared the whole territory could fall to the South."

Bob nodded, "We dodged a real bullet after the Trent Affair in late 1861. England was pretty much ready to tangle with the States again, and even sent several thousand troops to defend Canada, just in case things got...hairy..." He suddenly started to chuckle and I looked at him curiously. "Anyway," he continued, clasping my shoulder, "there's something else I really need to show you..."

We set down our mugs and he steered me away from the living room and down the wide hallway to another set of double doors. Opening them revealed a fitness area, complete with nautilus equipment, a treadmill and weights. He guided me into the room and then shut the doors behind us. "You asked before about my wolf heritage." He walked to a large blue mat in the center of the spacious room and knelt down. "Promise me you won't freak out, okay? I'm not going to hurt you..."

"Huh...?"

Bob went to all-fours on the mat and tilted his head back, closing his eyes and taking several deep breaths. At first, I thought maybe he was meditating or something - but then his eyes flashed and his whole body started to tremble and jerk hard. His arms staggered up from the floor and lifted above his head in a stretch, and I noticed his fingers were shortening and pulling into themselves, and the hair on them got darker and thicker. The nails on each digit expanded and thickened, becoming sharp claws. His arms bulged and the t-shirt he'd been wearing ripped away, revealing a brawny chest beginning to cover over with deep black fur.

As I continued to watch, stunned, his face started to change. His mouth and face started to pull outwards, becoming a long narrow muzzle. His ears seemed to melt into the sides of his head, and new ears suddenly sprouted through thick back hair up top. His mouth opened and several razor-sharp teeth started to push through, glistening with fresh saliva. Finally, behind him, his jeans started to tear away from his backside, and I saw a thick, fluffy wolf's tail push out from the small of his back.

I backed up slowly as Bob completed this unearthly transformation and I was staring into deep blue eyes again.

"Don't be afraid," the wolf growled softly and got back to his feet, which were now large footpaws with claws at the ends. "I told you I wouldn't hurt you, and I meant it." He smiled then and spread his arms. "So, what do you think?"

I smiled in spite of my earlier fear, seeing the wolf-man acting so vain. "I...um...well, you're a wolf..."

He laughed and padded towards me, looking quite menacing in a way, though the toothy smile still seemed very warm and comforting to me. I glanced down and noticed that the pants had torn completely away from his legs as well. Dark tufts of groin-fur held a sizable pouch of smooth flesh between his legs, and a pair of ripe testes ballooned from the sides.

"Didn't really expect this, I'm guessing," Bob looked a bit sheepish and tilted his new head at me, winking. "Do I still look handsome?"

I swallowed hard and nodded. He did, really. He was cute to begin with, but now like this, he was more buff, and shapely in all the right places. His hair was much longer too, stretching well past his shoulders, and down his back to compete with his tail. As I looked him over, one of his paws glided over his eight-pack stomach and traced the muscles, then further down to brush over his sheath. Instantly, a thick erection started to build from the flesh, bobbing up from between his legs and becoming a barbed, thick canid sex at least nine inches long. At the tip, the flesh turned bulbous and expanded outwards, pulsating like his heart-beat.

"Oh..." I stared at his erection, unconsciously taking a few steps closer to him.

"Go ahead, touch it," Bob breathed softly, "I've been wanting you to all night..."

Something just seemed so wrong about this. Part of me wanted to back away, run for the door and out into the cool air, where I could catch my breath before making a bee-line for the main road. The other part of me was already stepping over, looking into his eyes warmly and reaching out, giving the throbbing tip a gentle pet. It bobbed a few times up and down, and a squirt of pre-cum suddenly eked out.

"Mmm," Bob closed his eyes, trembling, "yes, oh that's perfect, Thomas..." His pre felt different than mine, with more liquidity and less viscosity, but it was clear, and it ran slowly down the length of his enormous shaft, dripping down to his swollen balls. "Ooh, you're getting me wet, baby. Now...put...put your mouth on it...taste it..."

I licked my lips and knelt in front of him as he stood there, pressing my lips to the bulb of his heated flesh and kissing it. A little of the pre touched my tongue. It tasted different, almost sweet, like honey. The taste excited me, and I started licking the length of him, finally trapping what bit of his bulb in my mouth that I could, dribbling a little.

"Ohhh...oh...that's good...that's good, oh yes...oh, get undressed, honey. I know you've got to be hard as a rock under there..." He lifted one of his footpaws up and clamped it against my groin, and my erection practically jumped in my jeans. I desired to know what his furry foot would feel like, and fumbled with the catch on my jeans, unzipping and pushing them and my undies down my waist until I was out. "Ohh, there you are..." he chuckled, and spread his toes until he could seize my member in his grip and pull.

The feeling was incredible. He pumped my sheath with his foot hardly ten or twelve times before I was pre-cumming and ready to lose my load. But he had other plans. "Not yet," he panted, "Kneel down..." He pushed at my shoulders until I was on the mat all-fours, and he was nudging his body up behind me. Saliva from his open mouth dripped along my back and I could feel his panting breath against my flesh. "There...now...hold still..."

I knew what was coming next as I felt the slimy, pre-covered bulb bump against my ass, and I moaned in pleasure. His paw came around my stomach and latched hard at my sex, surrounding it in warm, silky fur and stroking me again. As he did so, I could feel his sex pushing up against me, the thick bulb spreading my ass-cheeks and then pushing against my anus. I bit back a cry as the first bit of his heat entered me slowly, and then deeply. His hard sex moved further, sliding past my prostate and then upwards, filling my cavity with so much flesh, forcing me to squeeze as tightly as I could.

"Ohhh, that's a perfect fit, Thomas...just...hold still, let me..." He grunted and clamped his paw tightly around my aching member, pumping it quickly in a strong first. "There...hold it back, baby...not yet..." With a snarl, he thrust in hard against me, and I felt something growing deep inside my ass. It felt like part of his flesh was swelling even thicker, and I strained against him, feeling my anal walls stretching almost unbearably further apart until it could grip around this new intrusion, which I soon realized was the wolf-sex's knot.

"Huhhh!" I moaned, trying to keep still, as the wolf held fast to my body, slowly pounding his hips against mine. The knot felt like a hard ball inside my ass, and I marveled at the way Bob barely had to move his hips now. I couldn't push, and he couldn't pull out of me. We were locked, tied together like primal lovers in heat.

"We are...joined now, little one," he whimpered against my ear. His moans became louder as his rhythmic pounds increased, my asscheeks slapping his groin over and over. I clawed at the mat, feeling an intense desire to howl suddenly come over me - and then the paw around my sex suddenly squeezed tight, fisting me uncontrollably. I couldn't take it anymore and let loose my lust, pumping one steady stream of cum after another around his digits until it dribbled in milky clumps on the mat.

In the midst of my orgasm, he had his own, continuing to hump against me quickly like the feral canine he had become, until a glut of his own juices pumped into my ass. He tilted his head back and growled loudly, keeping a firm grip on my member as he poured his own lust deep inside me. I could no longer bear the weight of him and I crumpled to the mat, breathless, his member still lodged inside of me.

"Easy...easy..." Bob panted, and reached up to stroke my hair slowly, "get your strength...back..."

I nodded wordlessly, my heart still pounding like a hammer inside my chest. I waited for what seemed like an eternity for my heart to slow down - and then I felt weak and dizzy.

"Your heart will change soon," he whispered as he nuzzled the side of my head, resting his strong arms around me. "It'll adapt...to your new body..."

I blinked several times. "You mean...a...a wolf?"

Bob sighed deeply against me. "You'll like it, Thomas. We're stronger, faster, more sensitive to sound and sight and smell. And...if you want to...it's just me inside this big house. I...I wouldn't mind having a roommate..."

I slowly smiled. There was no hesitancy at all inside me. I didn't feel like anything was wrong, that the most natural thing in the world had just happened. Already, thoughts of my lousy week started to fade, the test, whatshername, the Rabid. Everything just seemed so perfect. At this very moment, I was in love.

"It's funny...I'd read something about wolves just a few days ago, while I was studying for that lousy Physics test..."

Bob kissed my ear softly. "Oh?"

"Yeah," I reached up to stroke his chin. "When wolves mate...they...do it for life, right?"

He laughed and hugged me tightly. "That we do..." Together we curled up on the mat, drenched in sweat and one another's strong musk, and watched as my hands began to change.

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