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 Thump. Thump. Thump.

 Marko's splitting headache was only worsened

by the angelic rays of dawn light pervading the room. He stumbled out of bed

and steadied himself, reminding himself with every step that this hangover

would always be better than the alternative. His boyfriend Jerry was still

asleep, the chest of the bloodhound rising and falling softly under the covers.

Marko tiptoed out of the bedroom as quietly as possible and into the kitchen,

where the syringe and little capsules of orange liquid were still all over the

table. He swept them into the bag where he stored them and stowed them away in

his special hiding place, a hollowed out compartment in the base of a plant

pot. He collapsed in a chair and held his beating skull.

 'What a

life...'he thought. 'At least it's only once a month.'

 It was worth the pain to protect Jerry. Marko

couldn't bear the thought of any harm coming to his hound. They'd met two years

ago and Marko had been amazed at how easy it was to hang out with Jerry.

Something had clicked deep in their hearts, like a lost key finally finding its

lock. They were almost polar opposites - Marko was a bulky bear who had a habit

of being shy and panicky in public situations, while Jerry was a slender

bloodhound who could hop between strangers in bars and get along like he'd

known them all his life. There was no way Marko could let Jerry come to any

harm. Though he felt ashamed to admit it, he needed Jerry. Their opposite

personalities were the perfect foil for each other and they really made each

other blossom.

 He peeled back the sleeve of his t-shirt and

looked at his wound - it still looked fresh, though it was covered in a

gruesome scab. There was a web-like pattern of veins, blood red and splitting

through the tan fur of his shoulder. The tendrils spread out all around the two

fang-holes where some kind of venom was still seeping into his ursine blood. It

had been just over three months now since Marko was bitten by the lycanthrope

and last night had been his third full moon. He'd nearly killed someone during

his first transformation and after a desperate search for a cure, a jackal

called Rufus had supplied him with an experimental drug from the Eastlands that

would supposedly prevent the transformation if he injected it before going to

sleep under a full moon. So far it had worked fine, leaving nothing but a

terrible hangover.

 Marko turned to the calendar to check for the

next full moon. He traced with his finger from the full moon of January 2

through to the where the next full moon would lie and gulped. He expected to

have to turn a page, but the next full moon was January 31. A blue moon! Rufus

had warned Marko about blue moons, but never said anything specific. He did all

he could think to do, grabbing the phone and ducking into the bathroom.

 After a few beeps, Rufus answered. "Marko!

Where's the party?"

 "Rufus, it's a blue moon this month! What do I

do? Is it any different from a normal full moon, do I take a bigger dose of

that stuff or what?" Marko spluttered, a little too quickly to be legible.

 "Woah! Dowse the fire, Marko," said Rufus, in

a typically steely tone. "Go slow and tell me what's wrong."

 Marko took a breath and brought the phone back

to his ear. "I remember you said something about blue moons, about them being

dangerous for...people like me. What do I do? Do I just take an injection as

normal?"

 "That stuff doesn't work on blue moons,

Marko."

 "So what do I do?" asked Marko, the panic

clear in his cracking voice.

 "Keep calm. Get out of the house. Say your

prayers. Good luck!" the phone clicked and fell dead.

 Twenty-eight days passed and Marko's panic

levels were quietly rising. He wanted to stay in when the night came, but one

of his romantic dates with Jerry had happened to fall on that night and he

couldn't argue with his hound, not when they'd managed to bag such a great

booking.

 Silvertree Hall was a favourite restaurant for

the boys and they'd managed to book a table on the mezzanine overlooking the

ocean. The seafood platter they were sharing was a delicious feast, but Marko

could barely eat a bite. Jerry was playing footsie with him under the table.

 "Better not eat your meal too fast, or you

won't have any room for desert!" Marko remarked, eyeing Jerry's nearly empty

plate.

 "Trust me, there'll be room! Though it might

be a tight fit," Jerry said with a

cheeky wink.

 'Always

the charmer, that hound,'thought

Marko.

 When the platter was finally depleted, Jerry

excused himself and headed off to the men's room. Marko watched him go and

immediately knew his game. He'd worn the slacks that were a few inches too

small around the waist, just so they'd cling tight to his hips and make his

rear look like two balloons stuffed into his pants. Marko would often say that

that fine derrière had never crossed his mind when he met Jerry, but he'd

always be lying.

 Marko's stomach was turning with anxiety about

what would happen that night, but the inevitable conclusion of all their

romantics dates had to come first, it seemed. He couldn't follow him, could he?

He knew Jerry was waiting for him in the restroom, but right now he felt too

sick and shaky to get up to anything with him.

 When Marko left the table and followed his

hound into the men's room, he found Jerry staring at himself in the mirror,

leaning on the counter on his elbows and pushing his hips out. Whatever had

gotten into this guy, Marko had no complaints. He brought his forearm back and

slapped it down on the hound's bubble butt before Jerry even knew he was in the

room. The force brought a gasping moan from Jerry's mouth and knocked his nose

right into the mirror with a thump.

 He held the end of his snout and looked up at

Marko with a playful whimper.

 "Don't worry, sweetheart. Let Marko kiss it

better," said the bear softly, bringing his head close to Jerry's and holding

his shoulders. Marko was slightly taller than Jerry and his lips fell right in

line with Jerry's nose. Jerry smiled and for a moment they were still, Marko's

lips pressed to his nose. He may as well make the most of this tender moment,

since it could all end when he changed...

 They parted and without missing a beat, Marko

leaned in again and pressed his lips firmly against Jerry's. Jerry's eyes fell

shut as he melted into the strong embrace of his mate and his lips tingled with

every pucker. Marko could sense a faint taste of lobster on Jerry's tongue as

he rolled his past his partner's lips, the kiss quickening and heating up as

the two tongues teased each other. Marko's mind was screaming to him to stop in

case anybody walked in, but somewhere deep down the thought that anybody could

walk in on them at any moment just made this even hotter.

 With his arousal building fast, Marko clamped

his hands down on his partner's rump and swung him up onto the counter, the

kiss breaking with the motion. A trail of saliva hung between the lips of the

pair until Jerry's devious grin made it fall away.

 Marko's shirt buttons popped out of their

loops as Jerry prised them apart, revealing Marko's toned chest and the

adorable black speckles on his tan fur. Marko felt a strange sensation, like he

should be panicking right now. Getting his clothes off in a public restroom

should be hell for him, not to mention the transformation yet to come. Seeing

Jerry's mischievous charm must have clicked some switch on deep in his mind and

he felt a certain kind of hunger growing deep in his loins that soothed his

anxiety.

 Suddenly Jerry threw him back, pushing him

through the door of one of the cubicles and onto the seat. He growled

playfully, very pleased with the sight of Jerry dropping to his knees in front

of the bear. "Ready for your desert, puppy?" he said, grinning as he held the

sides of the hound's head and pulled him down in between his legs.

 The bloodhound's sensitive nose was on fire

with the slightest hint of his bear's aroma, but he wanted more. Biting his lip

as he unbuttoned Marko's slacks, Jerry leaned in and pulled the zipper down

between his teeth, grinning and murring deeply as it released more of the

bear's heady aroma. Marko sighed with relief as his growing bulge was freed

from the tight confines of the slacks and he eagerly pushed the elastic of his

underwear down beneath his balls, giving Jerry the full view. The hound's eyes

widened as he saw the ursine erection rising from the sheath and he rubbed it

against his cheek, just savouring its warmth and its scent. Marko was

scritching behind his ears and pushing encouragingly, but Jerry didn't want to

hurry this experience. He flopped out his tongue and touched the tip against

the base of the cock, slithering it down into the sheath. Marko let his head

flop back and moaned out loud, forgetting where he was as the pleasure of the

licks made his mind fuzzy. In no time Marko's whole length had slid free of his

sheath and Jerry admired the seven and a half inches of delicious meat in front

of him. He started to rub the length gently at first, speeding up slowly and

teasing Marko's foreskin down over his glans. The revealed cockhead shined

under the cool restroom lighting and shimmering bead of precum was forming

right at the peak. Jerry couldn't wait any longer and wrapped his lips around

Marko's thick tip, letting the precum roll its way down onto his tongue. Just

that slight taste of Marko's essence sent Jerry's head spinning and his head started

bobbing almost automatically. Marko huffed as he stared down at the eager puppy

servicing him, Jerry's tongue rolling over every part it could reach. Jerry

wasn't sucking yet, just teasing and building up the heat. Marko couldn't deny

that the heat was building up - he felt like a fire was alight deep inside him.

 Suddenly the restroom door opened. Marko

snapped out of his trance as he heard the stranger walking around outside the

cubicle. Jerry had predicted Marko's response and pulled off his cock.

 "Do you want to stop?" Jerry whispered,

looking up at Marko.

 Marko thought he would want to, that he'd be

far too uncomfortable knowing someone else was nearby, but he wasn't. Since

Jerry had stopped the fire inside him had grown fiercer and he felt strange -

like some part of his spirit was being squeezed through a hole too tight for

it. He didn't reply to Jerry, opting simply to push him back onto his throbbing

length.

 Jerry wasn't complaining! He buried it deeper

than before in his mouth, focussing on stifling the gag reflex as the bear's

leaking tip tickled his tonsils. Then he sucked. A great and powerful suck,

like somebody trying to drink a milkshake that's too thick for the straw. It

sent a wave of ecstasy travelling through the flesh of Marko's member and

shooting up his spine, bursting out of his mouth in the form of bellowing moan.

The footsteps outside the cubicle stopped for a moment as if trying to

comprehend what they had just heard, but they soon carried on and they heard

the stranger entering the next cubicle. Jerry's incessant rhythm was milking

precum from Marko's balls like an udder and Marko had to press his hands to

either side of the cubicle to steady himself. Jerry swallowed a couple of

times, just limbering up his throat ready for his next move. He got off his

knees and crouched on his feet, back straight and hands gripping Marko's legs.

With one swift movement he slid himself smoothly forward and moaned loudly

around the meat as his nose collided with the rough fur of Marko's groin.

Marko's toes curled and he brought his hands down to grip Jerry's head,

instinctively rolling his hips and using the squeezing warmth of Jerry's throat

like a fleshlight. Jerry took a backseat, just letting Marko twist and pull at

his skull as his thrust got harder and faster. Jerry's ears were flopping back

and forth and his slacks were almost splitting with the size of his bulge.

Right now all he cared about was milking Marko dry and Marko was making sure of

it too with his powerful hip movements. With a sudden huffing gasp, Marko

clutched at the base of Jerry's ears and climaxed hard. Jerry thought a

hosepipe had been turned on in his mouth! The torrent of cum erupting into his

throat was so powerful that he had to pull off, falling back against the door

of the cubicle and panting between coughs. Marko squeezed the base of his cock

and jerked it, letting out a mighty growling roar like Jerry had never heard

before. A stream of thick seed shot out with such power that it hit the ceiling

of the restroom, the door and even gave Jerry's face a creamy coating as he was

rising to his feet. They heard the stranger in the next cubicle tut and groan

in disgust and run out of the restroom, but they didn't care what he thought of

them.

 Jerry licked some of the excess juices from

his lips, resting his back on the door as he looked down at his spent partner.

"Gosh," he panted. "Someone was pent up!"

 Marko rose to his feet and steadied himself on

the walls of cubicle, taking long and deep breaths and nodding in response. Did

that really happen? Marko the anxious bear had public sex?

 A few last drops of cum dripped down onto the

floor from Marko's member as it became flaccid again. He stepped towards Jerry

and held him against the door, running his tongue over his partner's messy

head. Jerry smiled and giggled as Marko's tongue ruffled his fur, cleaning the

streaks of cum from his face. When Marko was satisfied that he'd got the last

drop, he surprised Jerry by pressing their lips together in a long and

passionate kiss with a slow and loving pace. Marko shared some of the seed on

his tongue with the hound, letting them both taste the flavour of the creamy

cum along with the familiar taste of each other's tongues.

 Jerry stared into Marko's eyes as their lips

parted ways. "I love you," he said softly.

 "I love you too, puppy," replied the bear,

running his finger down Jerry's cheek.

 Jerry set to straightening up his clothes

while Marko got himself dressed again. When they looked presentable again,

Marko set his paws on Jerry's hips and smiled as he admired his love.

 "Back to dinner, then?" Jerry whispered

softly.

 Marko took a glance at his watch - it was

almost 8pm. The sun would be setting soon and that would mean trouble if he was

still out in public. He'd already been out too long, but the burning, hungry

sensation inside him had totally taken over. This whole situation was totally

out of character, he would never normally want to do something like this in

public. Could the transformation already be happening?

 "We should get home, Jerry! It's getting

late!" he said, shuffling faster.

 "We've stayed out longer than this! You really

don't seem yourself today, are you okay?"

 "I just feel a little iffy, I'd like to get

home," Marko said. He had to get away from here before anything worse happened.

His mind had totally blurred back there and he'd acted like somebody else. It

wasn't a good sign.

 The couple got home in record time and Marko

burst across the threshold of the apartment, sighing with relief as he got into

the safety of home. Jerry rubbed Marko's stomach and checked he was okay before

letting Marko head to bed. Marko let Jerry touch his stomach, but suddenly

found he just couldn't stop his hands from touching Jerry in return. He pressed

him to the wall, kissing and licking at Jerry's neck and murring steadily.

Jerry was giggling and trying to break away from his grasp, but the bear's

strong paws had him clamped to the wall. Eventually he managed to push Marko

away and held the bear in his arms.

 "What's gotten into you, Marko? You're not

usually so...ravenous!" he said, pushing Marko down on a chair. "You wait right

here while I slip into something more comfortable, then you can come in and

join me."

 Marko whined sadly as he felt Jerry's hips

slip out of his paws and let his head flop onto the table when the bedroom door

shut. It was a different feeling, like the weight of his anxious personality

had been lifted and replaced with some kind of insatiable horniness. He

couldn't do this anymore. He had to get out of the apartment, find somewhere

else where he couldn't hurt anybody.

 He dashed into the bedroom while trying to

think of some kind of excuse to leave, but he was stopped in his tracks by the

sight of Jerry. Apparently the hound's idea of something more comfortable was

for him to get completely naked! He was already down to his underwear and they

hugged his rear in such a gorgeous way that Marko was sure he could feel his

arms unconsciously reaching out for it.

 "Marko, you naughty boy! Impatient, are we?"

 Marko forgot himself. He pounced at Jerry and

they both fell back onto the bed and bounced on the mattress. Marko's lips were

slammed against Jerry's and once again they were locked in a deep kiss, with a

hunger behind it that made Jerry's tail wag. Blood rushed to his cheeks as

Marko's fingers coiled around his rump and tugged off his underwear, leaving

him exposed under the bear. He fumbled with the buttons on Marko's shirt and

pushed it off his broad shoulders.

 "Marko...what's that mark?" Jerry cried, seeing

the wound on Marko's shoulder.

 Being reminded of it made it throb with pain.

"Just a burn, nothing serious."

 "If you're sure..." Jerry said.

 Marko reassured him and sat up on Jerry's

legs, pulling off his slacks and underwear and casting them aside. The

snuggling and kissing felt so much warmer and fulfilling when there was no

clothes coming between their furry bodies.

 Marko sat up again and admired the two rising

erections. Jerry's was an inch shorter than Marko's, but the knot at his base

more than made up for it.

 "Are you ready?" he said, grinning down at

Jerry.

 Jerry smiled and bit his lip, sliding his legs

apart for Marko. The strange fire burning inside Marko was almost becoming

unbearable. It felt like his blood was boiling! He groaned and fell sideways

onto his elbow as a pain shot through his muscles like a bolt of lightning. The

curtains were open behind him and the light of the full moon was shining into

the room. It was happening.

 Jerry cried out and held Marko's shoulder,

asking him if he was okay. His voice was a distant blur for Marko, who could

only hear the blood pumping like lava through his ears. Jerry nearly had to rub

his eyes as he watched the speckles on Marko's chest spreading out over his

torso. The fur all over his body was growing and darkening into a shaggy tangle

and Marko was writhing, his eyes clenched tight shut.

 "Marko, what's happening? Oh God..." Jerry

whimpered as he watched helplessly.

 Marko let out another groan that gurgled as

its pitch fell lower and lower. Marko's jaws were widening and his muzzle

stretched longer with a horrifying creaking sound. The teeth in jaw slid

further from the gums, sharpening at the points into gruesome fangs the length

of one of Jerry's fingers.

 Veins throbbed on his flesh as his muscles

grew bulkier, his whole frame expanding like a sponge absorbing water. His feet

and hands must have nearly doubled in size and claws like razors protracted

from his fingers. The tail stretched out behind him. Jerry gulped as he

recognised the tail he was seeing.

 "A...werewolf? No, it's impossible!" he cried,

trying to shuffle away from the beast. The fear had him paralysed and all he

could do was lay in bed, squeezing his eyes shut and hoping for a miracle.

 The cries stopped. All Jerry could hear was

deep, growling breaths and the sniffing of a powerful nose. He felt the wet

snout briefly press against his thigh and slide up near his groin...and then

silence. Jerry thought he was safe, that the beast had abandoned him. He jerked

to the right, trying to get off the bed, but was caught by an almighty weight

on his chest that winded him and blew his eyes open. He found himself staring

up into the beast's dark eyes, Marko's hazel gaze replaced by two empty black

pits. One of the werewolf's huge feet was planted on Jerry's chest, keeping him

held in place. The pads felt rough against his fine chest fur. Jerry's eyes

were drawn down to a huge, blood-red mass hanging between his legs. The

werewolf swung its leg down and knelt between Jerry's legs, that huge cock

flopping down onto Jerry's stomach. It must have been eight inches from the tip

to the bulbous knot and then another few inches down to the sheath.

 The beast lowered its hand and roughly turned

Jerry over onto his stomach. He felt the wet snout again, pressing into the

small of his back. He shivered as it moved down, feeling hot breaths against

his fur. Jerry was sure it was going to bite off some part of him, but it

didn't seem very interested in eating. Its thumbs were pressing roughly in

between the cheeks of Jerry's rump and peeling them apart so it could dig in

with its adventurous nose. Jerry yipped and blushed crimson, jumping forward on

the bed. The werewolf snarled and dragged Jerry back down the bed. Suddenly

Jerry was totally overshadowed by the beast - it turned itself around and laid

over Jerry, using its body weight to keep him still. Its nose was still probing

into Jerry's sensitive tailhole, but now he was totally distracted by the

beast's member that was hanging right in front of his nose. Jerry's hands

slowly reached out for it. Marko's normal scent was still there - it had taken

on an earthy, canine aroma, but it was still distinctly the intoxicating musk

of his bear. It gave him comfort knowing that Marko was still in there

somewhere. It was just a bigger version...Marko squared.

 With that thought it mind, Jerry had no

complaints when the tip started poking at his lips. He let his jaw drop open

and immediately got a mouthful of the member rammed into him, so huge he

thought it would break his jaw! The beast murred lowly above him and soon Jerry

felt a finger pressed against his anus and unceremoniously rammed deep inside.

Jerry wriggled under the totally dominant beast and whimpered. Fingering was a

surefire way to his heart and Marko had used it in so many different situations

to tease him. Jerry relaxed a little as the finger wriggling inside him sent

shivers up his spine and tingles through his cock. This wasn't so bad. 'It's just Marko, but bigger,' he

reminded himself.

 The finger inside pressed itself down hard

against Jerry's prostate and he groaned loudly against the huge rod. The

pleasure came over him in swathes and he lost judgement. He wanted this beast

and everything it had to give him. The huge cock lingered in his mouth,

throbbing against his tongue. He drooled around it and sucked a little. He

needed a taste of this thing's essence. The beast's finger and member pulled

out of each end at the same time. Jerry kept squeezing his lips around it right

down to the tapered tip and was rewarded with a splash of sweet precum on his

tongue. Much richer than Marko's normal variety. A more mature taste.

 The werewolf was turning itself around again

and now crouched on its feet, pulling Jerry up onto his knees.

 'Oh no,'

Jerry thought, with the sudden realisation of the beast's intentions. 'Not there. It's too big...'

 Before Jerry could even finish his thought, he

was struck by the searing, stretching pain of insertion. His sensitive tailhole

was still limber from the beast's finger and his saliva had lubed up the shaft,

so the beast's tapered tip slid in relatively easy. Past that point however,

the stretching began. It was already wider than Marko's unchanged cock and

Jerry had to bite down into the pillow to stop himself from screaming. The

beast let out a roaring moan and kept digging itself deeper with short, sharp

thrusts. This thing was playing rough! Jerry winced. It was easily the thickest

thing he'd ever taken and the constant pain was driving him crazy. He had to

try to focus his mind on something good. The precum, oozing inside him. The

fullness. Full of his partner, albeit in a much more primal form. Hot, primal

sex. Animalistic.

 Jerry's wide hole twitched around the great

shaft as the knot finally met his rump. They laid there for a while and time

was standing still. The stinging was passing as he got used to the stretching

and now it was more like a throbbing sensation of pure...fullness. But he wasn't full yet; there was more to come.

 The beast exhaled deeply and pulled itself out

to the tip. It was a long pull accompanied by a long, wet slurp. The beast's

paws pushed on Jerry's firm behind and claws dug into his hips. The emptiness

felt almost existential in its magnitude.

 The beast forced itself back inside. Its tip

was buried deep inside Jerry and he could feel a tingling sensation in whole

new depths of his body. He thought this cock was getting longer, probing into

him. The humping began. Sometimes he pushed with his hips and sometimes he

pulled on Jerry's hips. The wet suction noises of the precum inside Jerry was a

soundtrack over every moment of the scene. Jerry timed his breathing to match

the beast's rhythm, but the ferocity of every insertion was enough to make him

gasp regardless.

 The stinging returned. 'Surely it can't be getting thicker?' Jerry thought. He already felt

like his belly was about to burst. Just then it grabbed his leg and swung him

over onto his back. Jerry moaned the whole way as he felt the odd sensation of

the slick length rotating inside him. He felt like he was impaled on a

rotisserie and the heat coming off the meat inside him made it feel even more

so. He was being used by this great beast just like food - nothing but a tool

for sustenance. It made it so much hotter.

 The stinging was the enormous knot, pressing a

little deeper each time. Looking down at himself now, Jerry could see the

enormous shaft making his belly bulge with every thrust. He put a hand down

over it, feeling his hand rise and fall every time the beast's cock pushed in

and out and he shuddered.

 The beast's intense, pounding thrusts kept

coming and coming, but they were getting shorter and shorter. They both wanted

the tie. Tears welled up in Jerry's eyes as the knot kept digging in. The beast

tried ramming it in with the momentum of thrust and gripping Jerry's hips and

simply pushing. Jerry's hips were splayed around the massive girth and with one

last push it was finally inside.

 Jerry thought he was full before, but now it was

different. He clenched down hard around the base of the werewolf's rod and

moaned loudly as he ejected his seed out, large glops of his cum splashing on

his chest. The pressure inside him was impossibly great. The beast roared into

the sky as it hit its own climax and Jerry felt a burst of heat radiating

throughout his body. There was so much of it! He could feel the rod inside him

pulsing and throbbing and every pulse brought another pump of seed. It backed

up all the way through his body, pooling deep inside him and making his stomach

bulge out. It didn't stop anytime soon - the cum was an incessant deluge and it

made Jerry's stomach swell like a balloon. There were dark stretch marks

emerging on Jerry's skin, but he didn't care about that. It felt like someone

had filled him with one hundred hot water bottles and it felt so good.

 The beast rolled over onto its back, taking

Jerry with it. He laid helplessly on its torso, still tied fast to the

monster's cock. He doubted he'd be freed anytime that night, so he laid his

head down on its chest fur and let his inflated stomach flop beside him. He was

so full and warm and used. It was dominance like Marko could never bring. But

it was Marko...deep down. It had the same rhythm and the same hip-curling manoeuvre

to grind the tip into his sensitive insides. It owned him. He, Marko, owned

him. Jerry's eyes closed and he fell asleep listening to the monster's

heartbeat.

 In the morning, Jerry was alone in bed. He

looked around and he could see Marko curled up on a chair in the other room,

looking panicked but back to normal. Jerry did his best to stand up, but he had

to prop himself up against walls to keep his legs from buckling. He still felt

stretched out, like that huge rod was still inside him! Part of it was, at

least. He could feel the warm seed trickle down his legs as he walked and drip

onto the floor.

 "Marko?" he said wheezily.

 "Jerry! Oh God...are you hurt?" he said,

scrambling to his feet.

 "I'm fine, Marko. Never better. It

was...amazing."

 "It...what was? What happened?" Marko asked,

bewildered.

 "Well, we...had sex. Me and...the werewolf."

 Marko cringed as he heard what he'd become.

"Sex? I thought I would eat you or something, not...that!"

 Jerry shrugged. "You were horny at the time

you changed, maybe you carried it along with you?"

 Marko shrugged too. "I'm sorry I didn't tell

you about this. I didn't want you to leave me," he said quietly, blushing.

 "I would never leave me teddy-bear," said

Jerry, half-walking and half-collapsing into Marko's arms. "But...why has it

never happened before? There's been full moons since we met..."

 "I've been injecting myself with some medicine

that prevents the change, but this was a blue moon, the second full moon in one

calendar month. The medicine can't stop the change under blue moons."

 Jerry smiled. "I'm glad, in a way."

 "It's not a good thing, Jerry!" Marko cried.

"I don't ever want to hurt you. I need to find a way to fix this. I can't

change again..."

 Jerry put his finger over Marko's lips.

"Marko, I love you. An illness like this is never going to change that, even if

it is lycanthropy. As far as I know blue moons don't happen very often, so

what's wrong with sticking to that medicine you mentioned? Under blue moons

we'll just have to keep you safe at home and make sure you don't hurt anyone. I

promise I'll be there to help you through it."

 Marko smiled and sighed happily. "I love you,

Jerry. Although I sense an ulterior motive behind your plan!"

 "Ulterior motive? Whatever could you mean?"

Jerry said sarcastically.

 "Like maybe you just want to be fucked by my

werewolf alter-ego!"

 "It's a possibility," Jerry giggled. "Why does

your lycanthropy have to be a bad thing? Maybe you can learn to control it and

stay conscious of your actions. Then we can use it to our advantage and have a

little bit of hot werewolf action!"

 "I'm not complaining," Marko said, grinning

widely. "Just how often are you expecting me to cater to your sexual desires?"

 "Not often," Jerry said. "Once in a blue

moon."