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The sun had set and Carter paced around the small living room of his cabin, idly sipping a beer and thinking about what he would do with the evening. He felt comforted 'planning' his evening, though he knew full well that what would transpire was wholly not up to him. He flopped down on the couch and peeled the label off the bottle in his hand. Was he hungry or was he just bored and looking to eat and kill time? He knew he would be hungry later, that was for sure. He looked towards the last remnants of sunlight slipping between the cracks of the blinds and thought, "Soon."

Carter was a lycanthrope.

He had been 'infected' more than a year ago while on a camping trip in the mountains, though he preferred to not think about the grisly details of the attack. The beast who took him left him bleeding and spent in the woods changed in more ways than one. It wasn't until the next full moon that Carter realized what had truly transpired that evening. That the werewolf had marked him with its bite, shared the curse and shouldered him with the burden of lycanthropy.

Being a werewolf had proven difficult for Carter, at first. Changing into a feral beast charged with primal urges is one thing; doing so in a quiet suburb of the city was another. He wouldn't allow himself to harm his neighbors or their pets, all of whom seemed easy prey while he was in his bestial state. He reconciled this by retreating each full moon to his family cabin in the northern woods. Far from society he could release himself, roam his territory and not be seen by a single human.

Carter, unfortunately, had also shunned himself from furthering any romantic relationships after his infection. He had a girlfriend of a few months who cared for him while he recuperated from the attack, she was very good to him. Though after his first change he concluded that he both didn't want to harm her or reveal his secret to her. From his shame he broke things off with her shortly afterward.

For the complications that being a werewolf brought him, the secret buried within him did provide some fringe benefits. He was now in the best physical shape of his life. Every month the change seemed to leave his human form with slightly more toned muscle mass. He was nowhere near as massive as his werewolf form was, but it was nice to not have to hit the gym.

This had not gone unnoticed by the women who worked in his office, and even a few of the guys had made passes at him. Oddly enough the 'new' Carter was less discriminate in who he found appealing. Before, he would have considered himself a clear heterosexual but now he had no qualms about daydreaming about fooling around with one of the hot male interns in the copy room. His sexual appetite had also spiked since his change, though he resorted to 'entertaining himself' and avoiding relationships.

It was one of those daydreams which Carter pondered over at that very moment, rubbing his crotch and putting his empty beer bottle on the coffee table. He looked up at the clock, 5:45PM. The moon would be rising in the next few hours or so and that would be his cue to start letting go of himself. He had this routine down pat. Know the moon phases, watch the clock, remove the clothes, shift. It was never 'boring' but after a year of trips up here he felt it had lost its lustre. He knew his wolf form was tired of patrolling the same territory as well, but there wasn't anything to be done about that. This was safest for him and everyone else...

That's when Carter heard it.

"Helllp..." the faint voice came from outside the cabin.

Carter whipped his attention towards the front door, listening intently through the crackle of the fireplace. Did he just hear what he thought he just heard? He got up and walked to the front window to listen again....

He heard nothing.

Carter knew he had heard someone calling for help, and he pulled back the blinds to look over the snowy yard towards the road. Immediately he regretted his decision. Looking out into the moonlit yard snapped awake the werewolf in him. The moon was still behind the mountains, but the gleam of it was enough. In the last second before turning away he picked out the trail of footprints from the road and the collapsed form in the snow.

Carter reeled and his head spun. "Fuck. Fuck. Fuck." he said to himself. He had to go out and help whoever was out there. He had to. If he didn't, they would most definitely die of hypothermia. He pulled on his coat as he thought about the moonlight. Being outside would not change him, but it would do nothing to help him hold the werewolf back. He didn't want to let this person die out in the cold, didn't want them to know his secret and, God forbid, not be trapped in the cabin, irresistible prey to the werewolf.

Throwing caution to the wind and relying on good conscience to guide his decision, Carter draped a blanket over his body to shield the moonlight as much as possible and opened the door to the winter chill outside. He quickly navigated across the snow to where the body was and found a young man, face down and not moving. Carter did his best to lift the man by the shoulders and drag him back to the threshold of the cabin door.

Breathing heavily from the exposure to the moonlight and from dragging the dead weight of the man back to the cabin, Carter slammed the door shut and growled at his situation. Crouching down, he rolled the man over to find that he was both still alive and was still breathing. The man was clearly not appropriately dressed to be walking in the snow, regarding his thin jacket and wet jeans. Carter knew nothing about first aid in the situation though he knew enough that he had to get the wet clothing off.

Working quickly he removed the boots, socks and damp jeans. Carter then hefted the man up and slipped his coat off his shoulders. Carter was breathing heavily but not from the exertion of stripping the man down. He focused himself to delay his transformation. He had done it in the past but it only led to a more vigorous and uncomfortable change later. He stood up and looked down at the man.

The still unconscious man was pretty lithe with a stubbly face and a shaggy mop of brownish blonde hair. He didn't appear very athletic, but had a natural tone over his body. Suddenly, he stirred and moaned on the floor. Carter, realizing he was staring down at a strange man wearing only underwear and a t-shirt, jumped and grabbed the nearby blanket to cover him.

The man looked up at Carter and blinked. Neither of them said a word for a few moments. Carter broke the silence offering a hand down to the stranger on his floor.

"You okay?" asked Carter.

"I dunno, am I?" replied the man, taking Carter's hand while being hefted into a sitting position.

"Well you're alive and inside," replied Carter, "and not freezing to death out there." gesturing towards the door.

"Thank you so much for saving me, uhh..."

"Carter."

"Carter. My name's Jacob."

Carter wiped the sweat from his brow and into his dark hair and looked towards the window. "Glad I could help. Make yourself comfortable in front of the fire. I can make you something to eat if you're hungry. I'm starving."

Carter walked off towards the kitchen as his new guest moved over to an easy chair by the fire. He felt he was being watched and glanced towards the fire. Sure enough the younger man was staring at him, silently. They stared at each other briefly until Carter looked away, awkwardly.

"So is it just you out here?" asked Jacob, meekly to break the odd silence.

Carter looked back to the young man sitting in his chair. "Yes. It's just me out here."

"It kind of smells like a dog in here, you don't have a dog?"

Carter growled and chuckled at the amusingly annoying question, "No."

"Funny..." Jacob trailed off.

"What's funny?"

"Oh, I just assumed from the size of the cabin that you might not be... alone. Or maybe your girlfriend or someone would be here too."

Carter was taken aback by Jacob's comment. "My what?"

"Your girlfriend... or whatever. You're a handsome guy and I don't see why you're up here by yourself." Jacob said, smiling, before looking away towards the fire.

Carter honestly didn't know how to follow up that comment but he wasn't so stupid to ignore it either. He could assume Jacob was gay, or bi, and most definitely 'into' him. Carter, being a lycanthrope, found that when someone was attracted to him, they were REALLY attracted to him. He knew that the werewolf could pick out pheromones and gave them off in spades himself. He had also been sweating profusely since being outside and fighting back the transformation wasn't helping. The enclosed, warm cabin had become flooded with his attractive, musky essence.

Carter looked at Jacob across the room and found him attractive in a scruffy; adorable way but now was neither the place nor the time for him to flirt. He poked through the cabinets, completely disinterested in their contents and more concerned about his situation.

He was doing his best to think the things he desperately had to think and not do the things he desperately knew he had to do. He looked at the clock, 6:30PM. He was trapped. The werewolf inside him was trapped. Jacob was trapped. What could he do or say? Could he just leave Jacob here, flee into the woods and try to not let the beast back to the cabin? He was stressed. He was restless. He was hungry and frustrated. He was sweating bullets. He had paced sixteen times around the small kitchen and looked down into the sink. All he wanted was to be left alone to his curse. Then this fucking dipshit Jacob had to ruin everything. He mindlessly dug his fingernails into the wooden counter-top. He looked down and saw his nails had already blackened and hardened.

Shit.

"Mind if I have something to drink?" Jacob asked, suddenly uncomfortably close behind Carter.

Carter spun around, "S-sure. Help yourself," discreetly trying to edge around Jacob.

"Man, you're soaked in sweat. Are you okay? Do you have a fever?" asked Jacob, hazily raising his hand to touch Carter.

Carter grabbed him by the wrist, pushing him away. "Yes, I'm fine."

Jacob looked up and down at Carter in a drunken daze, "You're pretty fine alright," Chuckling.

Carter stepped back towards the living room, gesturing back to the sofa. "Sit down. I'll get you a drink"

"Oh alright," mumbled Jacob, making an obvious move to brush past Carter over to the sofa.

Carter was breathing heavily and needed to make some serious choices, quickly. He walked out of the main room, down the hall and into the bathroom. He shut and locked the door behind him. He could now feel the weight of the wolf within him. It was an odd feeling that he had come to appreciate. Like his whole body was feeling a thick blanket draped over it. He stood in front of the sink, and splashed water on his face and looked at his reflection.

The change had started, despite his best efforts to delay it. His face was mostly the same, perhaps more menacing and brutish and his beard was fuller and darker. Subtle changes compared to what would happen soon. Looking down at his arms he was already gaining mass. He admittedly loved that part of the transformation, the power. He flexed at himself, grinning wide and showing off his slightly reformed teeth.

Carter clenched his fists and then relaxed them, watching them slowly grow. He remarked on the hair on his arms and the backs of his hands thickening slightly and the callouses of his palms slightly thickening into pads. He looked back up into the mirror and saw his eyes flicker to a golden amber.

Carter knew he was fighting a losing battle at the point and the other part of him was enjoying it.

Suddenly, Jacob knocked on the door to the bathroom.

"Hey handsome, you never got me that drink."

Carter had gotten lost in his transformation and forgotten about the lust-drunk Jacob entirely.

"Get it yourself, okay?" Carter appealed.

"Are you okay in there?"

"Yes. Go. Now."

"Fine..." said Jacob, dejectedly tromping back down the hall.

Carter breathed a sigh of relief but knew he had trapped himself and the wolf in the small bathroom. He looked down at his now sizable frame and, compared to the small bathroom window, could never slip out. Realizing from the sudden discomfort that he hadn't removed his boots, he quickly undid them and tore them off his growing feet. He needed to escape. His only option was to bolt out of the bathroom and get outside without Jacob seeing him.

Was that his only option? Of course it was. Jacob would be terrified to see him now. Carter went back to staring at himself in the mirror. He was a monster. A horrible half beast, half person. He felt the werewolf in the back of his head. He was tired of fighting and changing and running off to the woods and being alone. He felt the wolf was alone too. He felt the snugness of his t-shirt and carelessly used one of his claws to rip it from neck to waist.

He admired himself in the mirror. His chest hair had thickened across his muscular torso. The beast within him was something to fear, but also to be revered. Carter casually ripped the sleeves off his thickening biceps and flexed. The flexing felt amazing and eased off the dull pains of the transformation. He ran his thick hands down his body and down each leg, gently rubbing them as they filled out his baggy sweatpants.

As he looked now, he could be mistaken for a bodybuilder. He felt powerful and sexy. He knew that his awesome transformation was well underway and there wasn't anything to stop it now. But what would he do with Jacob? The little man that had wandered into his territory was presenting a problem. He was easy prey. He sniffed the air and smelled the younger man's scent from the other room. He was both attracted and attractive.

Carter flexed for himself in the mirror while debating what he would do, while the werewolf inside him was whispering suggestions in his subconscious. Scaring him off and hunting him would be boring and wouldn't last more than a few moments. Seducing the young one though, now there's what they've both been wanting. Carter had deprived himself for so long, why wait any longer? Carter flexed his bicep and moved his other hand down, sliding his sweatpants and boxers down, exposing his erect cock.

As if some agreement had been reached between the beast within the man on the surface, Carter smiled a devilish smile, pulled his sweats back up and moved to exit the bathroom. His transformation had halted before he became overly bestial, so as to not scare the poor Jacob. Carter walked back into the living room and found Jacob sprawled out on the couch with an obvious erection in his underpants.

Jacob, breathing heavily, looked up at Carter and stared in awe. Carter stared back at the little human, allowing him to look over his dominant size.

"Wow, you look a lot bigger without your shirt on" Jacob said, stupidly.

"And you like it" replied Carter, flatly.

"Uh, yes..." said Jacob as he sat up on the couch.

Carter loved that the human was so drunk on his scent that he showed little or no resistance. Prey should not be so easy but he had gone without long enough. He reached his thumbs down and slid his sweatpants down to his meaty thighs.

"So do something about it."

As if he had been starved, Jacob leaned forward and nuzzled Carter's crotch. He felt Carter's dick within the boxers emanating heat and it was throbbing. Jacob looked up and found Carter staring down at him, smiling and baring his canine teeth. Jacob thought nothing of it and pulled the boxers down. Carter's cock was gorgeously massive and bigger than anything Jacob had seen. It was also flushed red and slowly dripping precum onto Jacob's hand. His ballsac was also abnormally large. Jacob just stared at the piece in front of him.

Carter, tired of Jacob just staring at his massive cock took initiative and, placing his hand on the back of Jacob's head, ground his face into his dick. Jacob moaned and began tonguing the shaft, licking it up and down. He moved up to the head and took it in his mouth, suckling the precum from the huge man in front of him. Carter growled in enjoyment and thrust slightly, shoving more of his dick into the willing man's mouth. The tainted precum only served to make the inebriated Jacob more lustful.

Carter stood above Jacob, allowing him to work his mouth over his twitching cock. Every so often he would reach down, hold Jacob's head firm and gently fuck his mouth. He felt so fucking powerful and alive. He was more than a man and this little thing in his den was drunk on his scent and his seed. He looked down on himself and didn't know why he hadn't truly appreciated the gift he carried for the past year. At that moment he realized that he hadn't just been depriving himself, he was depriving the werewolf as well. His carnal nature to hunt wasn't the only instinct. He also harboured the instinct to mate and pass on the gift.

In that moment of clarity, Carter knew what he had to do.

Increasing the pace of his thrusts, Carter felt the transformation kick back in as his canine cock developed around the oblivious Jacob's mouth. His knot bulged out around the base and he guided Jacob's hand around it. Jacob squeezed the flesh and that sent Carter over the edge. He quickly gripped the younger man's head in order to flood his mouth and throat and guts with his werewolf seed. He relished as he felt and watched the young man suckle and swallow it all.

Carter smiled now and flexed again as Jacob slumped back onto the couch. He rubbed his tailbone as he felt it nubbing out and realized he needed to shed the rest of his clothing. Stripping down he looked down at Jacob who was mindlessly licking the remnants of cum off his hands. He wasn't transforming, he could smell it. He was just still a cum-drunk human. What was wrong? He growled in frustration and looked around the room. He realized his error. The blinds were shut, the doors were shut. Every bit of the lovely moonlight was barred outside. He would fix that.

He reached down and grabbed Jacob by the arm and moved towards the door. Flinging the door open he abruptly tossed the little human out into the snow. Carter groaned at the sight before him. The moon hung large and full overhead, and every snowflake in the yard reflected it back at him. It was pure elegance and he could finally be free.

Almost immediately his fur coated his body, dark and lustrous, thick and warm against the cold. His rigid cock enlarged to its fully transformed size, surrounded by the sheath that enveloped it. He could feel his tail extending, like a phantom limb being remade. He flexed his enormous body and reveled in the glow of the moon.

Cracking his jaw, the werewolf felt the change take form of his skull and face. He grimaced as his canine jaws formed up and allowed his nose, eyes and ears to reform. He never enjoyed that particular part but as soon as his senses of smell, sight and hearing, readjusted to their superior state, he welcomed the pain.

The transformation complete, the werewolf that was once Carter howled loudly towards the moon. He then looked back down to his human prey.

Jacob was alarmed and suddenly terrified of his situation, as if he had been awoken from a warm bed and an amazing wet-dream, he found himself in a freezing cold, half-naked nightmare. He had watched the giant stud that had tossed him into the yard transform into a living, breathing werewolf. With no time to think of what he had just done to pleasure the beast inside the cabin, he spun and slipped and tried to run.

The wolf saw little challenge in the small man attempting to escape; he barely had to try before he closed the gap between the two and tackled him down in the middle of the moonlit, snow-covered yard. The human yelped and cried and pleaded as the wolf knew he would. They were a weak animal, humans, but the werewolf had decided this one would share his gift. He would make him strong. He would make him understand how amazingly powerful lycanthropy could be.

With ridiculous ease, the werewolf tore the shirt and underpants off of Jacob. He held him down with a single paw and regarded his tiny frame. Jacob stared back up at the massive beast, still not comprehending what was happening. Without warning, the wolf leaned down and attempted to kiss the human in the snow. Jacob tasted its hot saliva and spat it to the side in disgust.

Disappointed with his chosen mate's apparent rejection, the wolf reared up onto his knees to showcase the full erection he had developed. It was inhumanly large and was steaming in the cold winter air. Precum flowed gradually from the tip. He carefully watched the human look down at it and caught just a moment of interest, of hesitation before returning to his act of being 'scared'. He knew the human wanted it after all. The wolf smeared a generous amount of the liquid onto his thick, clawed finger and stuffed it into the human's mouth. The wolf did it as a reminder to the slut of how eager he was to prove himself to his alpha.

As the pitiful human licked his lips, tasting the sweet intoxicating juice once more, the massive wolf took that as his cue. He roughly flipped the human over, face down in the bracing snow. Doing his best to guide his massive frame over the diminutive man, the wolf smeared the tip of his shaft along his prey's asscrack. The wolf remarked that this was how he was made; this was how he would make another. With that, he slowly pressed his slippery cock against his mate's asshole.

Jacob cried out, as loud as he wanted, but there wasn't anyone for miles to hear him. The werewolf loved the aching moans as he slipped inch after inch into his future mate. It would hurt, yes, but his precum was already loosening up the young man's asshole. The werewolf would take his time and revel in the moment he had found himself in.

Sure enough, he looked down and felt the succumbed human gently press back. He had admitted defeat. He had surrendered to the superior beast that had taken him. The werewolf howled in delight and gently began fucking his mate. Slow, determined thrusts gave way to longer deliberate motions of the wolf pulling his member almost all the way out and then sliding it almost all the way back in. The little human voice below him stopped crying out in pain and began crying out in ecstasy. This was the moment the wolf wanted and he leaned over and sunk his jaws over Jacob's shoulder.

One of the two components had been given to his mate and the werewolf intended on sharing the next. The beast pulled out and spun his mate back over onto his back to stare up at the bright, white moon. Almost immediately Jacob's eyes glazed over, the moon reflecting in them and he cracked a dumbfounded smile. The wolf slid his cock back into his mate's hole, up to the knot and held it there as his mate began to transform.

Jacob's transformation came abruptly and the alpha loved watching his work take shape. He watched the body of his soon-to-be werewolf mate writhe in the snow, increasing dramatically in size and covering in sandy-brown fur. He couldn't resist plunging his wolf-cock hard and deep into his beautiful mate, lifting his lower body up to accommodate the sprouting tail. He listened as Jacob's moans changed into guttural howls of delight.

The werewolf that was once Carter then moved over top of the transforming human, intent on fucking the rest of the filthy humanity out of him. Delivering thrust after thrust into his mate's tail hole, he finally breached his knot and with slick pop, was tied to his mate. He looked down as Jacob's eyes flickered from human to wolf and climaxed hard.

The alpha wolf's seed flooded into his mate, spasm after spasm as Jacob howled in pleasure. The deed was done and the dark werewolf on top howled triumphantly to the moon. The new wolf lay back in the crisp snow and looked up at his alpha in submissive adoration. The alpha looked down on the new mate he had created and smiled.

After a short while the alpha wolf tugged his still-stiff cock from his mate. They had lain together in the snow for a time, not speaking but wholly understanding each other. The alpha stood up, gestured towards the woods and his beta got up as well. They ran off into the woods to hunt, the alpha and his new mate.