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Wake The Wolf Written by Leo_Todrius Commissioned by Pansy04

If there was any constant in the universe, it was most likely the condition of the average teenager's room. From the precarious stack of dirty dishes on the windowsill by the computer table to the layers of clothes lining the floor, Jamie Roth's room was consistent with the trend. The half opened desk drawer betrayed a mish mash of pens, pencils and other school accoutrements and the well worn backpack slumped in the corner by the closet was as full of CD wallets as it was textbooks. In the growing digital age they were rather anachronistic, but Jamie took pride in them. The only hint in the room that set Jamie apart from many of his peers, though, was the collection of posters covering the white plaster walls. The room looked almost like the entrance to a movie theater.

Each movie poster continued on a specific theme; The Howling, Wolfen, Ginger Snaps, Dog Soldiers, Silver Bullet, and of course an American Werewolf in London. Werewolves were Jamie's passion, though not everyone could guess it from looking at him. The door to the room creaked open gently as Jamie returned. He was nineteen years old, stood an impressive six feet tall but was barely a hundred and twenty pounds with his clothes on. Between his light, lanky form and his shoulder length blond hair he'd been nicknamed the elf in high school and it had carried over into his freshman year of community college. In fact, he had finished more than one class to realize that the girls sitting behind him had braided his hair into intricate patterns.

On the one hand it made him furious, but on the other hand he had to admit they were talented. Jamie just wasn't the sort of guy to be mean to girls, or anyone really... It was that distinction that made his love of werewolf movies, especially graphic, bloody, gore filled horror ones particularly surprising. Jamie shut the door behind him and moved over to his window, shutting the blinds the rest of the way. The setting sun diffused into a dull glow leaking around the edges of his window, but soon enough that too would be gone.

The blond twink reached into his pocket and fished around before he drew out his most recent acquisition. Clutched in his palm was an odd mish-mash of items. There appeared to be wolf fangs tied to a dark red stone with rough twine, though whether the twine was conventional rope or something else was debatable. Jamie clutched the object and looked at it for a long moment, recounting what the owner of the curio shop had said. He had called it a totem, but it was a totem with a dark and cursed past.

There were countless wolf legends. In some stories it was a gift, in others a curse. Sometimes even the same stories demonstrated both sides of that coin, but this particular totem had come with a grave warning. Legend held that it had been crafted by a blood thirsty killer that wanted to take his heinous crimes to the next level, that it had been anointed by the blood of his victims. Jamie wasn't completely sold that the stories were true, but they were enough to grip him. The more graphic and heinous the story, the more excited it made him.

Jamie carried the totem over and set it down on the headboard of his bed where it would rest all night, soaking in moonlight, resting right above his head. At the worst it might inspire some wicked dreams, but somewhere deep down Jamie felt his heart skip a beat every time he dared to dream it was real. Would the totem imbue him with the same powers as the serial killer? Would he finally shatter his femboi personality and unleash his inner beast? Jamie slowly smiled, wishing night would come faster than ever... but until then, there was always the internet.

The teenager sunk down into his chair and kicked off his shoes. Jamie really wished that slippers or bare feet were more acceptable in society, especially with feet as beautiful as his. He was sure he could have been a model if his life had unfolded differently. The socks dropped to the floor next, revealing the gentle slopes of his furthest appendages. The light glinted off of the glossy black nail polish on his toenails, giving them a contrast to his pale peachy skin. With one last wiggle of his toes, Jamie forgot about his feet and set to work filling his evening with memes, podcasts, and webcomics.

****

The dim green glow of the alarm clock shone from the nightstand, but it was nothing compared to the illumination of the full moon through the window. Jamie had tried to stay up, to anticipate, to wait, to hope... but nothing had happened at moonrise. In a wave of disappointment Jamie had finally gone to sleep - but his rest was not rejuvenating. Jamie's sleep was shallow, his body tossing and turning.

The unrest was not entirely without merit. The ache in his legs was consistent with the growing pains he had endured when he was younger. Jamie tossed and turned and struggled. Bit by bit, his toes were peeking out from the bottom edge of his blanket, soon followed by the soles of his feet, then even his heels. Jamie rolled over onto his stomach, the side of his head smashed against the pillow. His neck was sore, his ear bent over and hot. Even his toes were aching hard.

Jamie's face was a bit screwed up at the discomfort, tight and frowning slightly. He changed position in the bed to try and alleviate the sensations, but there was no relief. No movement, no adjustment, no position was going to suspend the pain that was building slowly like embers being fanned inside him. The changes were building faster, stronger, and they were creeping deeper into his body. Even his bone marrow felt like it was on fire. The teenager nearly thrashed in his bed, his blond hair soaked with sweat, stringy and messy... and then there was an audible snap.

"FUCK!" Jamie exclaimed sharply, his back arching as his hand erupted into incredible pain. He hissed, panted, grunted and screamed as he woke up, looking over at his left hand. The fingers had suddenly seized, the muscles cramping up, locking the digits into place. It was as if he had suddenly gained severe arthritis. The tendons were over strung, the flesh stretched too tight. The hand looked hideous. Jamie struggled to understand what had caused such pain. Had he slept on it too long and deprived it of blood? But as Jamie looked at his hand, he noticed an abnormal shadow. He slowly turned his head and looked up at the headboard, seeing the totem he had placed there... the totem for a vicious and rough, cursed transformation.

As much pain was wracking his hand, a charge jumped through Jamie's senses. If this was it, if this was the transformation, then his life was about to change. The hidden world of gore and violence would no longer be just a fantasy to him. It was going to be a reality... but was it a reality he was ready for? He had no experience in any of it other than movies... but even with the idea that this change could swallow him up was an excitement. It was so much bigger than him, bigger than anything.

Once more Jamie screamed out suddenly, watching as his fingers bent and twisted in anatomically impossible ways. At first he thought it was just a cramp, but as Jamie tried to focus in he could recognize the minute differences in the hand he looked at every day. His fingers seemed stubbier somehow, almost shorter... but as they shrank, the bones seemed resistant to. The pain increased quickly, turning from a generic burning to a very specific, focused lacerating pain. A tear ran down Jamie's cheek as he gritted his teeth, trying to stand the pain... and then the first true horror he had ever witnessed.

It started out with a simple discoloration, but blood began to leak from the edges of his fingernails. The quick was separating from the flesh. His index fingernail bent and warped, the keratin developing creases before it nearly popped off, barely hanging on by a few threads. From the messy, bloody flesh exposed beneath there came a dark, sharp point. The point cut through the weary skin, emerging into the open air. The fingertip had been obliterated, but the flesh seemed to be hugging a brand new extension - a brand new claw.

As the first claw continued its expansion, the other nails weren't far behind. One by one the fingernails were destroyed, the flesh mutilated, and the new claws extended outward. The pints were subtle at first, mere centimeters, but before long they were two inches long, then three.

Jamie sat in bed, nearly delirious from the pain, staring at his new appendage. His hand was wicked and deformed, like a Halloween costume gone wrong. He looked so normal up until the tips, but the tips were so alien, so animal, so wild. Jamie licked his lips slowly and brought the claws down to his mattress. He dug inn slowly, slicing through the sheets. He could feel the mattress top against his new digits. Worried and scared at first, Jamie started to drag his hand backwards. Feeling the fabric catch in his claws, resist and then fall prey to them, only turned him on more. Jamie moaned louder and louder as he cut into his bed, panting hard and deep.

The thrill practically crawled up his arm and through his shoulder, surrounding his heart before his nipples hardened and then his cock did the same. Jamie lifted his hand, the claws covered in little shreds of blood soaked cotton and foam. Jamie gazed at his hand in a pain glazed bliss, but his revelry was to be short lived. With another curse Jamie doubled over. It was not his other hand to change next, or even a foot. His tailbone and pelvis felt as if they had suddenly broken. Jamie rolled over onto all fours, trying to relieve pressure from his coccyx. Even his clothing felt unbearable against the skin, but at least that was an easy fix.

Jamie swatted backwards at his clothes, his brand new claws cutting through the fabric - and his flesh. Jamie yelled out, but somehow the pain felt right. The fabric fell away from his body, revealing the abnormal wriggling of his backside. The bone curved up as new muscles developed, fighting against the human skin trying to restrain it. The surface stretched and twisted, lumps forming and disappearing before the skin gave way and exposed bone pushed out with astonishing speed. Vertebrae were forming in the open air, blinding Jamie with pain, but the bone wasn't the only thing forming. Muscle began to stretch out across the elongating tailbone before brand new, alien, animal flesh began sealing up around it. The pain died down as the new skin formed, but already it was pockmarked by hundreds of follicle ducts forming and the light fuzz of brand new fur pushing out.

Of all the senses that were flashing off warnings in Jamie's head, for some reason the most potent one was the smell. It started with the overwhelming stench of his own blood; rich in iron, almost alkaline in the coppery scent. It was vibrant, young, only mildly spiced with musk. It reminded Jamie of the odd tang unripe tomatoes had, but he had to smirk gently when he realized he was the one that was unripe. His wildest fantasies were coming true, but he was caught up in the moment. He forced his eyes open, unaware that one was blood red and the other blue, gazing at the totem that was changing his life.

Jamie had never considered himself a sadist or masochist, but somehow that sort of life didn't seem as elusive now that he had tasted such specific, such extreme pain and anguish. He laid in his bed, his body boiling and his extremities aching. He slowly tipped his head forward, breathing in and out slowly. He could smell his blood saturating the room. It was so rich and potent he could practically taste it. Realization began to dawn on Jamie that he could taste it.

It had started almost like an abscess. The gums around Jamie's teeth had gotten puffy and irritated, pushing outward and swelling before finally failing in their mission. Uneven, rough and even sharp enamel began to rise up, coating the outside of his teeth like a sharp shell. It oozed together on the top, forming fangs but where it had cut through his gums it was bleeding excessively. The iron rich crimson flowed into his saliva, giving it a tang that was almost like a drug - but even the drug wasn't enough to distract Jamie from what came next.

The cracking sounded almost like someone crunching through a head of lettuce at first. Jamie's lower jaw had gone slack, dangling almost, revealing his full set of new gangs... but the teeth were odd, irregularly spaced. It was as if someone had stretched out a piano. The crunching continued, new pain erupting as his jaw expanded suddenly, nearly shattering the bones before stalling just long enough for it to rapidly reheal and break all over again. The jaw extended forward and outward, framing his more human upper jaw with wicked deadly fangs.

Jamie cringed and arched, his newly fuzzy tail wagging above his ass for a mere moment before and even more intense pain blossomed through Jamie's face. Jamie was blinded by the sensation of his skull being broken. The crunching echoed into his ears, the pain seared through his sight, and forward his upper jaw went. His nose began to flatten out and stretch as his upper lip surged forward. His fangs pushed out wider and more random, taking on strange angles. Even his tongue was growing, stretching, fattening up.

Like a crude puppeteer unfamiliar with his craft, Jamie's face was being jerked roughly into shape. The two jaw pieces settled into an uneasy muzzle lined with blood saturated saliva dribbling over his cheeks and soaking into the torn up mattress. Jamie's eyes were half lidded, both eyes a gleaming red now... but neither yet saw. The pain had been too much even for his system. His brain had turned off to protect itself, and in that state his changes were more subdued. His ears began stretching out into points, dark fuzz growing out across them as they disappeared into the shag of his hair, creeping upward along his scalp as his skin grew tougher and his hair more bristly.

The ears sprung up on the top of his head, rising to attention. They were the perfect counterpoints to his newly formed muzzle. The flesh of his nose darkened and turned more leathery, transitioning back into his graying flesh. It was mottled at first, but the tone began to even out. The subtle changes had given Jamie's nervous system time to reboot and recover, but sensations were creeping back in. A slow blink in the newly wolven face was the first sign that the lights had come back on in that brain of his.

Jamie twitched and shifted, still on all fours. His hands felt puffy and fat, but looking down at them revealed why. His fingers were shorter, he had paw pads and fur was sprouting from his flesh. He moved to look back at his feet and knocked his new muzzle squarely into his shoulder. The half changed teenager let out a grunt of shock at that before he began to drool more, realizing he had a muzzle. There was a charge of excitement, a surge of pleasure that ripped through him. His nipples hardened, then a second set did the same, then a third.

The changing teenager nearly howled, bringing a clawed paw up to his chest, feeling the tiny hard flesh nubs that were poking out from his abdomen. They were well formed but discrete, and so far out of the ordinary. Jamie began to pant softly, using his razor sharp claws to tease one. He circled it, rubbed it, and then slowly started to pinch. The pain and pleasure were building fast, and it was more than enough to make him hard... but something wasn't right.

Jamie had his share of erections during his life, but none of them had ever felt... trapped. It was as if his cock was growing, but had no where to go. Jamie slowly lowered his head and looked down his furry stomach, his red eyes widening. His foreskin had grown longer, coating his cock entirely... It had even closed up over the head of his cock, a cock that was becoming erect with no escape.

Claws dug into the mattress and he growled slowly, watching in fear and lust as the fleshy envelope suddenly bulged and stretched. Centimeters one way, then centimeters the other. His cock was expanding quickly. Jamie grunted and growled more, panting hard, not sure what to do. He had claws, but cutting his cock free could be very hazardous. On the other hand, if his cock kept growing was he simply going to explode? Jamie panted harder, wincing and grunting, feeling his foreskin reach its limit. It almost felt like tissue paper ready to tear... but instead it burst.

A gush of bodily fluids escaped his foreskin as it suddenly released its captive and the hot red tip of a puppy pecker popped out. The tapered chili pepper like head emerged along with a several inches of crimson red shaft. The former foreskin began to tightened and retract, reshaping into the new canine sheath it was destined to become. Jamie's shaft engorged and inflated, no longer held in place by anything.

The sudden relief was immense and rewarding. Jamie loved what he was, what he had become and how he had become it. It seemed more fitting than anything to celebrate the transformation with a good wank. Jamie moved a paw toward his groin, but as he did there was a deep and resounding pop from his elbow. Jamie nearly fell over, wincing. The elbow throbbed and ached, slipping out of joint before being sucked back in. The bones were shifting right at the joint, the sockets manipulating around. When Jamie's other elbow started in as well, he landed face first in his pillow, nearly suffocating himself.

Jamie panted breathlessly against the pillow as his body was taken from his control. He cried out, but his cries were muffled as his joints reshaped themselves... but it was only a prelude. With the pain of a bolt gun to the back, his spine suddenly went rigid. His vertebrae pressed against the flesh, enough to be visible, but there was something else in there, an intruder. It started off small, like a bone spur, but soon it was built upon. Just as his fangs had grown, new bone oozed into place and hardened. It pushed the rest of his spine apart to make room for itself, all the while stretching Jamie's spinal cord inside its protective clutches.

In moments the teenager had a spurt of two inches... and then it started again - not with just one more vertebrae, but with several. They wriggled beneath his skin, forcing themselves into place. Jamie screamed into his pillow as his head and shoulders rose up on his longer spine. Jamie arrested control of his arms back and pushed himself up, only to find himself squishing into his headboard. He grabbed onto the wood and held on for dear life, but his strength was too much. The wood groaned, creaked and then splintered in his grasp. Pieces of wood rained down from the bed, leaving the teenager clutching nothing more than twin bed posts.

Jamie panted harder, dropping the wood, but the bed hadn't been prepared for that. The entire structure suddenly lurched, tilting down toward the wall. Jamie dug into the mattress, though his claws cut through several springs. He roared out in dismay at his predicament, trying to hold on. His pain and shock became rage as the pain mounted again, climbing higher in his feet of all places.

In a strange animal instinct, Jamie suddenly kicked his leg, slamming his foot into the foot of the bed repeatedly as if trying to beat the pain out of it. The foot bent and stretched and morphed. His heel dissolved more, his ankles grew stronger, and the stubby toes slammed into the wood with such ferocity that the wood suddenly splintered. The cracks spread downward through the frame.

For a moment it felt as if only air supported Jamie - but then the frame gave out the rest of the way. The bed crashed to the floor, landing in an uneven heap atop the debris of the bed frame and everything that had been beneath. Dust and splinters rained down from the atmosphere, only to be coupled with a sudden twang of springs giving out. The torn, cut mattress suddenly bent in two, barely recognizable as the remains of the sleeping space that had been there before. It was a pile of rubble atop which rested a newly formed werewolf.

Jamie was shocked and elated by the bed collapse, but his body wasn't giving him time to reflect. His skin was burning as fur erupted thousands of times a second, growing out in rapid succession along his arms, his legs, his back, his stomach, even his newly formed wolf feet. Jamie flexed the toes, realizing just how flexible and agile he was, even if his joints no longer seemed to function in an entirely human way.

The new wolf hesitantly stepped off of his bed, finding it oddly natural to move on all fours. He didn't have to bend onto his knees or arch his back as he did as a human. Everything simply... worked. He moved onto the carpet and circled around, sniffing at the blood in the air, his tongue soon hanging out of his mouth. His blond hair had become blackish grey fur, but even that was stained with blood spray.

Jamie slowly approached the remains of his bed and leaned in, sniffing the mattress before his lips parted and he took a bite of it, munching on the foam. He sucked the blood from it before spitting the foam back out. There was a manic, excited look in his blood red eyes. He had done it; all of his most brutal, amazing, horrific fantasies made real - well, at least concerning himself.

A dark quiet thrill began to build in the pit of the werewolf's stomach. The wolf had been woken, his human form shed. He was the monster now, the animal. No one could stop him. Reality was at his disposal. The horror movies he had grown up watching were like training manuals. He knew the mistakes people would make, he knew how weak humans were, and they were all his prey now. He was the hunter, ready at last to set out into the woods. He was ready to launch his own brand of horror on the living, the innocent, the unaware.

Jamie turned and moved to the window, rising up into an awkward hunched state. His wolf paws manipulated the window, getting it up just enough for him to lunge under and slip through, leaving a smeared bloody streak behind him on the windowsill. The wolf disappeared into the night, but what he left behind would be spread in newspapers, television and forums for years to come. There would be little doubt that poor Jamie had been killed by some creature that broke into his room, tearing him and his bed apart. His blood was on everything, but so little was left but claw marks and bits of fur. There was no way the world would ever realize what had really happened when the wolf awoke.

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The Willow Creek drive in movie theater was the last of a dying breed. While the rest of the world had moved on to Netflix and Hulu, one last bastion of the cinematic classics lived on. The gigantic projection screens were filled with the larger than life action sequences, the audio spilling out of a collective sea of cars... but that was only half the spectacle. People moved to and fro from the concessions building, a few had used the movie as an excuse to get away and were sitting off to the side in empty parking spaces. It was a world unto its own right, and one that Jamie had once been a part of.

The werewolf sat on the hill, feeling the lukewarm wind blow against his wet, blood soaked fur. It felt icy and electric, keeping Jamie awake and invigorated. He felt so alive, so animal, and yet he wasn't sure which of his cravings were stronger. He had made his way to the drive in, loping along, sometimes on all fours, sometimes on twos. Drool leaked from his muzzle and his cock was aching for release. It was so big and furious. His mouth was ready for a meal and his cock was ready for a fuck, but Jamie wasn't sure which impulse would win out in the end.

Somehow it felt more than just a little right that he'd come to the drive in. It was horror night and several of his favorites were playing... One more thing to conflict him. The youthful, innocent part of his soul remembered the movies with such joy, but they paled in comparison to what he had just lived. Jamie had broken through to the other side. He was a creature of the night, a being of something more. The wolf turned his back on the screens, lowered his nose to the ground and set off in search for his prey.

The wind was picking up a bit, causing trees to dance and sway around under the onslaught. The noise whipped between the cars and caused napkins to blow around. If the audio hadn't been coming in over the radio it would have been easy to miss, but then again Derek wasn't there for any of the movies. The teenager sat at one of the benches on the back side of the concessions hut, illuminated by flickering fluorescent lights refracting off of a brick wall painted an ungodly mustard yellow.

Derek's naturally copper hair had hints of black in it, a dye job that had faded away. The theme was carried on by his black ear plugs, black and purple striped long sleeve t-shirt beneath his Pink Floyd shirt and his torn up jeans. Derek sat with his focus on nothing in particular. The backside of the concession building was rarely visited due to the fact that no screens could be seen from that particular vantage, but it gave Derek a chance to get away from his parents.

As the wind died down, there was a moment when it sounded like something had been moving through the trees, but a moment later it fell into silence. Derek looked up suspiciously, wondering if something was using the coming storm as cover, or if he was just imagining things. After a long pause he assumed the latter and looked back down at the chipped paint on his fingernails. In the distance he could hear the music of the horror movies as the suspense built. It almost seemed melodramatic.

Jamie peered out at the teenager. He was alone, he was different, he was isolated... It was perfect. Jamie hunched down, ready to pounce, but his ears quirked up a bit. He knew the movie playing in the distance and the cheesy dialogue. He waited three heart beats, four, and then pounced. Derek didn't even see the blur of the wolf emerging from the trees, but as he felt the teeth close around his neck and he let out a scream, it was lost beneath the scream of the movie psycho's victim blasted out of a hundred cars in unison.

Derek tried to cry out as he was dragged into the brush. He felt the twigs and branches swatting against his skin, his shirt riding up and his back sliding along the dirt and gravel up the hill... and the sickly hot wetness of blood on his skin. As quickly as it started, Derek was released and he rolled into an unceremonious heap. He was still stunned but slowly looked up, coming eye to eye with a huge wolf creature.

Jamie was panting - not from the exertion, but from the experience. His fangs had human blood on them, he had captured someone... It was exhilarating, amazing, wonderful and graphic. It had also answered Jamie's question on which impulse was stronger at the moment. Once more Jamie pounced on Derek, forcing him to the ground. The paws slashed and swiped, cutting into the fabric and Derek's skin as well. Derek cried out until his voice was hoarse, but then he froze, his eyes going wide in shock.

The wolf slowly drug his tongue up Derek's ass cheeks, diving deep into the crease and the pucker too. After giving it a good lick, Jamie jumped up onto Derek's back, bringing his hind hips forward. The hot, pointed tip of Jamie's canine cock pushed right into Derek's tight ass, wedging it wider and wider. In moments Jamie was thrusting in and out, working deeper and harder, a dazed look of lust crossing his blood soaked muzzle.

Derek's face was a mix of violation and shock. He couldn't move, not just because of the experience he'd just had, but because something told him this beast was not to be denied. Any wrong move and he could be killed... but the idea of a wolf fucking him was a strange one as well... The two rocked forward and back in awkward rutting. The wolf sped up faster and harder, working deeper, and Derek was having an untimely realization. Cut short of experimenting in college or finding niche groups online, there was a strange pleasure buried in the violation. The tiny seed of curiosity exploded as he felt the wolf's member strike his prostate.

Once more the captive teenager cried out, but this time it was a cry of joy. He felt the wolf drooling on his neck, but slowly Derek started pushing his hips back into the wolf. Jamie's cock hit the human's prostate again and again, making the human go wild with pleasure. The more he writhed and flexed, the more he smelled of sex and his ass contracted. Jamie felt so alive, so powerful, so masculine... and as much as he would have wanted to draw it out and make it last, he reached his orgasm.

It was surprising at first, quick and silky with a few hot jets... It wasn't unlike the outcome of the masturbation sessions Jamie had enjoyed before, but it also wasn't the end. It took a moment for the wolf to realize what had happened, but he had just ejaculated the very last of his human sperm. The moment of pause ended as something else began to spray deep into Derek's ass, flooding his intestines. The new cum was so hot and so thick, spraying hard as the base of Jamie's cock swelled up and wedged into place.

Thrusting in horny futility, Jamie's knot locked his prey in place and the movements just jerked Derek around like a rag doll. Jamie threw his head toward the sky and continued to cum, flooding the human with his rich and potent juices. Somewhere in the back of his mind, Jamie wondered if he should eat the human like some wolf black widow... but his lycan eyes could see that Derek's wounds were closing up at an accelerated rate. Whatever had happened, whatever had caused him to become a wolf in the first place... he had just woken the wolf in Derek and there was little doubt the two of them would have a lot of fun together.