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(M tf Direwolf, M tf Chameleon)

Laurence is a handsome man, though a bit soft looking. The only male he knows that waxes his legs. Average height but not much in terms of muscle definition, he could almost pass as a woman if he wasn't so well dressed all the time. Usually dressing in formal attire, he has short black hair combed nearly to the side and currently has the ghost of facial hair. He learned in high school that he was very good at negotiations, so naturally he put his silver tongue to work after he graduated and became a lawyer. Or, will- he is still in law school but, almost there.

It is because of this however that he encountered someone he knew in high school and fell out of contact with. They were going over profile analytics in one of his classes and scanning through all the faces of people in Plexus who are currently wanted by the police- oh look, there is Mark. They don't give nearly enough of a crap to put up wanted posters, but the police are looking for him for some suspected trouble- nothing he has officially been tagged with, yet. Oh man, does Laurence want to find him before the police do.

Mark is a behemoth of a man, easily six feet tall, probably more. His eyes are a striking bright yellow and his hair black but untamed- licking all over the place, no bangs and he doesn't tie it back so his face is hidden behind his hair most of the time. His skin is a darker peach, almost a soft, caramel brown. And behind him swishes the huge bushy black tail of a Dire Wolf. Almost all people in the world of Coined Earth have a beast tail, that allows them to channel the form of the corresponding animal and his is a giant, prehistoric puppo. And Laurence? Though he wears a metal ornament on the end of his long fleshy tail shaped like a spade- the tail itself is that of a chameleon. When it isn't moving he rolls it up into a big spiral behind himself.

Thanks to being in law school he knows how to access public records and what sort of information he can glean on Mark to try and track him down. Mark was getting into trouble all the time in high school too- that is when Laurence first learned he is good at sweet talking people out of situations. Seems the police seen him near the scene of a crime- jewelry store heist. He was not seen with any goods on him and the police are yet to actually track him down to question him, so he is just a suspect still. Hmm, that does kinda sound like something he might do though. Mark sort of just... does what he wants, regardless of whether someone tells him it is okay or not.

Obviously he hasn't been to his apartment or the police would have found him by now. So Laurence instead looked up locations of the suspected group in charge of the heist, and went to work trying to track them instead. He has one advantage the police lack- Laurence isn't a cop, so he doesn't look like a cop, either. If the goons see him coming they will just think he is some random nobody and continue uninterrupted.

Laurence went to work dressed in faded jeans, sneakers and a black long sleeve sweater that is a bit oversized on him. This was as close to street clothing as he had to work with. The Chain Gang was known for wearing overly large chains to announce their identities so it isn't particularly hard to spot them. They recruit a lot of members though, and some of their 'honorary members' are mere children- which is why the police simply can't arrest them all. There is too many of them for one, and secondly not all of them are actually criminals.

Laurence was already looking at a man when he noticed the guy has a Chain Gang chain on his neck- convenient. He was already looking at the guy because he has no tail, which is quite rare here in the city of Plexus. It also meant he is the least threatening member the gang has; because he cannot channel an animal aspect. Laurence followed him from a safe distance back. He curls his tail into a large spiral behind himself so he calls as little attention to himself as possible. The early autumn winds whistle in some of the laneways, helping to mask the sounds of other activity. Sticking close to the wall of a building to remain shaded, Laurence followed the man into a clearing in where four laneways meet. The fire escapes of four different buildings hang overhead. Several other gang members are here- a man with a bear's little round tail, a woman with a white cat tail, a woman looming over them with the wings tail and legs of a bird, and a woman with the large plume of a rabbit tail as well as the ears.

Laurence waited till the tailless human man joined them and started talking for a minute before casually wandering into the open, glancing around as if he were lost. The gang members all stopped talking to watch him for a minute as he slowly made his way closer. The bear man stepped forward first, his nails sharpening into claws and fur starting to grow on the backs of his finger segments and hand.

"Can I help you, buddy?"

"Ah- are you with the uh..." He lowered his voice. "Chain Gang? I heard about your boys flipping a shop for bling the other day, wanted to see if you were recruiting?"

The regular man laughed, crossing his arms. "What do you think a scrawny guy like you is going to contribute??"

Laurence cocked an eyebrow with a grin, moving his spiraled tail to the side before nodding toward the man. "Clearly more than you."

That wiped the smile off the man's face quickly enough. The rabbit woman laughed at his expense and walked forward, brushing the bear aside. The bear is just the muscle here- the rabbit is in charge of this little squad. No wonder she channels her animal aspect into her ears all the time- that amount of piercings would not even fit on a human ear. It must be hard to keep her ears erect because it looks like she has around four pounds worth of metal in both of them.

She leaned forward, flashing her cleavage for a moment as she stepped closer to Laurence. "But crime can be dangerous, what would I do if you got hurt?"

"Oh, I am a big boy- I can handle myself usually."

She flicked out a switchblade and held it against his chest. "Aww, well then I don't have to feel as bad about doing this. Give me all your money, and Berny here won't try to shove your head through your torso and out your ass."

"Ah... hah... how about an exchange? The money I have on me, for information on where I can sign up as a member?"

She scoffed, raising the knife so it was now pointed to his chin. "Oh please. Listen pretty boy- anyone can sign up for the gang but we only pick people who are already good at it to do jobs like that. Even if you got selected for a heist team- it would probably just be as a fall guy! Ahaha~" The rest of them laughed along with her. "Fine, whatever- you wanna spend time in the clink in our name, be my guest. Talk to Angie on Eighth street, behind the butcher's shop."

Laurence reluctantly handed over his wallet to her. "I- I must warn you though! Someone put a curse on me that evil spirits would haunt me if I failed to have the correct amount of money within a time limit... that is why I wanted to get in on your next heist. If you steal my wallet the curse will transfer to YOU instead..."

The rabbit just gawked at him for a half minute in confusion as if not even understanding the words he was saying, two of the others let out a suppressed chuckle before she finally spoke up. "I'm sorry- fucking, WHAT? A curse? Are you kidding me? Get out of here you weirdo, before I decide to nick you anyway."

"A-alright, I just wanted to warn you, I am leaving!" He hustled out of the clearing and out of their line of sight quickly.

The group went back to talking and hanging out in this little nook, cooled by the wind whistling through and the fact that the sun can only enter the laneways at noon. The rabbit pawed through the wallet at her leisure, looking at the various cards Laurence had, the petty amount of money he handed over, and finally a photo. There is a small photo in the wallet of a man channeling the aspect of a wolf- he is turned away from the camera with a half-paw hand blocking the view of his face, so the rabbit cannot recognize it as Mark.

That photo was taken back in their last year of high school. Mark thought one of his teachers were going to fail him so he went and fucked the guy's car up. There was no evidence so ultimately Mark got away with it, but the teacher did immediately accuse him because he is the only one who WOULD have done it. It was Laurence who talked through the situation and got Mark off the hook. Then to scold Mark- he taught him what it feels like to have something taken from you... and took Mark's virginity. The photo is a memento of that occasion.

The rabbit put the photo back into the wallet and used a lighter to try to find her own bag- the sun was starting to set now and she could barely see anything in twilight. She narrowed her eyes and her ears twitched as she heard a distant voice. The others could not hear anything- but their ears were not nearly as huge as hers. She glanced around but did not see anything. Then again, she heard a hollow, distant voice. This time it was loud enough for the others to hear the ghostly sound. They are in the apex of several lanes though- so it was impossible to tell which direction it came from because sound echoes off the walls into all four lanes!

The bird woman smirked. "Maybe it's the ghost from the cursed wallet come to get us~ oOoOoOoh."

The rabbit huffed. "Or someone who wants to get shanked."

The lighting is already weird in twilight, because the shadows grow deep because the sun is fading, but the sky itself is still light, so it is both light and dark out- making it very hard for your eyes to adjust to anything properly. The cat woman pointed to a laneway with a shriek and immediately bolted in the opposite direction. The rest of them squinted and froze up puzzled a moment as they seen the figure lumbering out of a lane. Its footsteps were staggered, causing it to shamble forward quickly then teeter and need to slow down to keep its balance. It is... a man, but, nearly skeletal!! His skin is wrapped tightly to his bones, letting you see them clearly through his deathly white hide! Deep sunken in eye sockets, the man looks like a shambling corpse!! His skin is so unnaturally pale it almost looks like it is glowing in the dwindling light!

The rabbit stood up, her skin turning to goosebumps in confused terror. "The fuck are you? Nah... nah, fuck this."

She threw the wallet and bolted just behind the rest who turned tails and ran from the shambling terror as it moaned and lumbered toward them.

Laurence laughed and casually picked his wallet back up, leafing through it to make sure everything was still in it. "Well, that wasn't so hard after all."

The mummified body is just coloration on his skin- the rest of him turned black to blend perfectly into the shadows behind him. He is a chameleon after all; Laurence can freely change the color of his skin to anything he wants. Of course; he cannot change the color of his clothing, so to do this he had to remove his shirt and shoes to expose more of his skin to sell the act- he left them sitting on a nearby dumpster and put them back on once he had his wallet in hand again.

The next day he headed to the butcher shop to speak with Angie, the woman in charge of this area's Chain Gang, at least the criminal side of it. Woman is giant; both quite tall and also quite WIDE, with a huge gut on her. Fatter still is her tail- an alligator tail just as wide as the rest of her and quite long too- her tail alone is as big as most of the other people around her. The garage entrance for a repair shop also connected into this same back lane space, and several gang members were working on a truck. Laurence immediately noticed Mark is among them, though not repairing the vehicle. He is wearing a ratty old, stained t shirt and black jeans- no shoes; likely so he can channel his paws to move quickly when he wants without worrying about what to do with his footwear when it suddenly stops fitting.

No one stepped forward to filter Laurence from Angie since she is more than capable of defending herself. The giant woman looked down at Laurence with mild amusement. Laurence asked about joining the Chain Gang, giving the same story as he did with the last group- heard they were tipping over establishments to pad their pockets.

Laurence shrugged, putting his hands in his pockets. "But it also sounds like the police are sniffing around still... so, this probably isn't the best time to sign up."

Angie huffed. "Ain't too bothered by them pigs. You don't look like you lifted a finger in your life, little man. What use are you to us?"

"Precisely that."

"Hmm?"

He shrugged again, pacing a bit. "I don't look like anything. I am unassuming. That means I can scout security out before a heist and provide diversions during a heist. Because no one will think I am one of the robbers." He sighed. "But I also don't want to join only to get arrested for a job that I wasn't even involved with in the first place. How are you planning to deal with the cops?"

Angie shrugged. "We have ways of feeding them enough of what they want. They don't have solid enough evidence on us to take more than we give."

"Hmm." Laurence glanced at Mark before motioning toward him to Angie. "I have had some past... experience with one of your boys though. Is it going to be a problem keeping us apart?"

Angie looked at Mark curiously then back to Laurence. "He give you trouble before? Heh. Ain't nothing to it. We were planning on letting him go anyhow."

Laurence smiled. "Well then. Count me in on the next operation- and I will make sure the police don't even have enough to start looking next time."

Mark seen Laurence looming around but was too shy to go talk to him- especially seeing that Laurence knew he was here and did not approach on his own. When most went home for dinner in the evening- Angie went into the butcher shop to collect her 'security pay' for the day, in free meat. Mark on the other hand was spotted by several people at the scene of the crime so he was staying at the garage for now, to dodge the cops. There is a couch in the back of the garage he is crashed on. He just rests on it- his palms crossed behind his head, looking up at nothing, just thinking.

"Try to act normal."

Mark smirked, knowing Laurence's voice immediately.

Laurence sighed. "Scratch that- act like yourself I should say; you've never been normal."

Laurence is above him, clinging to the wall! When fully channeling his beast aspect he is able to cling to almost any surface- as long as he uses all four limbs he can climb walls rather easily. He is completely invisible to most people right now so even Mark only spotted him after he spoke up. Laurence cannot change the color of the sclera in his eyes, nor the inside of his mouth, creating minor cracks in his otherwise perfect disguise. He is totally blended into the wall; all the gang members seen him walk off to go home, but no one seen him immediately return to collect Mark. Mark smiled because he knew the only way Laurence could camouflage his entire body is if he was also entirely naked. He had to strip naked and stash his clothing in one of the branching laneways.

The tailed people can turn almost entirely beast- but never all the way. Even fully channeling your aspect will only convert you 80% of the way usually. If Laurence turned into an actual chameleon he would be a tiny fraction of his size, but he is still the same size he already was, and still humanoid in shape. His normally soft, smooth skin is now textured with smooth, tiny diamond shaped scales, his tail is even bigger in comparison to the rest of him than it already was too. The outer two digits on his hands and feet are now twice their normal length and girth and capped with a thick but not particularly long claw; chameleon only have two digits, so the three between those always remain normal human. In this form he has a very short, broad demi-muzzle, which stretches his nostrils a bit longer than they are tall. His tongue is absurdly long, and there is two long, narrow horns over his temples like the horns of a devil.

"So... been a long while, hasn't it?"

"Hmmm."

"Glad to see me? Er, figuratively I mean." Mark grinned. "Well, you will be extra glad I tracked you down- because you need to get out of here. Fast. Angie is turning you into the police the first chance she gets."

The rabbit at his last stop mentioned turning Laurence into a fall guy- which means that is a concept they have explored before. Angie said she is going to feed the police enough to keep them off the others... as in; she is going to turn in Mark as one of the criminals to immediately alleviate suspicions that it could have been her. Mark is the only one police have a positive ID of at the crime scene so he was the only one they could have investigated otherwise, anyway. Oh, but that photo? Kinda strange because according to the time stamp on it- the photo was taken WHILE the crime was occurring. Usually regular citizens avoid crime scenes like that so they don't get turned into a hostage, so why was someone immediately outside of the shop snapping pictures with their cell phone casually? Because Angie is the one who took the photo. You can even see one of her army-green painted nails in the corner of the picture. Laurence posed as someone who hated Mark so Angie wouldn't see a risk on letting any information slip.

Laurence stopped the recording of Angie he has on his cell phone after letting Mark listen to their conversation from earlier as proof. That is why he put his hands in his pockets- he recorded the entire conversation. Which means he basically now has a nice little confession from Angie that she and her boys are the ones behind it all. Laurence never mentioned Mark by name, so he is absent from the confession.

Laurence sighed. "But, the fact that you are here means that you WERE one of the criminals. The fact the garage owner trusts you enough to sleep here means you have some sort of connection to this place in particular- because the gang has many shops under its thumb it could use as hideouts... why here and not the butcher shop across the way? Well, the photo was taken to the side of the jewelry store- you were not actually inside of it stealing anything. The conclusion is obvious- you are their escape driver." Mark just gave three slow claps at Laurence's flawless deductions.

And why throw Mark under the bus? Well that part is obvious- it's too easy. It is also the reason he gets roped into breaking the rules with others in the first place. Mark doesn't talk... like, ever. He trusts Laurence and even Laurence has only ever heard him utter one or two word statements a dozen or so times total. Which means he won't really defend himself against the police, because he won't say anything in his defense. Mark is autistic, though it can be hard to notice most of the time because he doesn't ever communicate anything.

Laurence caught Angie's giant figure across the way as she left the shop, her stomach full of delicious meat now. "Shit, she is leaving to go home. We uh... you up for a bit of a tussle?"

He smirked and cracked his knuckles as he sat up.

"Good, because we need her cell phone. We need to delete that photo. Everyone already seen it, but they don't know where it originated from. If we throw Angie to the police- she will drag you down with her by revealing she is the shutterbug behind the photo. So... we take it from her. Everyone else already buggered off, so it's just her."

Laurence dashed into a lane quickly to get his clothes back on. He had planned on just escaping with Mark at first but there is no telling when Angie will try to turn him into the police, and she is leaving for home now, and they don't know where she lives to track her down after. Best take care of the issue now- especially seeing as she has no guards currently.

"Angie!"

He darted up toward her as she was lumbering into the laneway on the far side, toward the main street. "Hmm?"

"Can I see your phone a moment? One of your boys was showing me something earlier- and I think I have spotted something that may be a type of police bug on their phone. I need to check if it is on yours too. If it is- we may have a security problem."

Angie furrowed her brow, reaching to her back pocket but hesitated, then stood up straight again when she seen Mark looming around in the background, wandering on the spot looking rather aimless. "No. You already seen enough for one day, little man. Nobody looks at my phone."

"B-but the police might find you."

"Oh, did you call them already? You don't have to be wearing a wire to still be a snitch. Boy like you wanders up looking for a job with crooks like a bitch with a resume. You're more suspicious than a cat that behaves."

Laurence smirked, his skin turning blood red and his horns growing back out of his head. His iris turned bright yellow, and he uncurled his tail- which thanks to his current form makes its spade-tip look like a demon's tail. "More like a devil who just wants his due."

"Oh, and what do we owe you?"

"My friend here, and his freedom of course." Mark now wandered quickly over to his friend.

"Fat chance."

He let out a single laugh. "Well... fat something."

Angie growled and stomped down toward him, he dodged back but the force of her foot against the ground shook it and caused Laurence to stumble! Her tall boots exploded off her as she summoned her beast aspect and each of her now stumpy toes are tipped with broad, spike-like claws! Her skin doubled its thickness, stiffening like leather. The flesh on the outsides of her arms, legs, the back of her torso, and her entire tail became army-green and diamond shaped patches. The bone-hard rows of scutes on her tail now continued up her entire spine, even onto her neck, protecting her back. With hide as thick as that- you likely cannot pierce her skin with anything less than a bullet.

Angie's face grew out, but did not alter its dimensions, so it did not become a narrow muzzle but a broad maw of alligator teeth. Her skull did not completely reform though- she retained human ears, just covered in gator skin, and the top of her gator maw is oddly rounded to better transition back into a relatively human skull. Angie's eyes still point forward, and she still has a forehead and hair; the gator maw is only half the length of a proper gator, but still lined with huge fangs that overlap her lips at several points. Her hands remained the same shape but her fingers are now webbed and tipped with smaller versions of the same spike-like claws that are on her feet.

He could hear the swish of her dense flesh dragging on the cement as she lurched forward then swung her large belly to the side and her giant tail swung around at Laurence! The tail is almost half as thick as he is tall, never mind its length, so he could not dodge it- he timed a jump and rolled over it. Angie rushed forward to swipe at him with her claws and Laurence flipped backwards! Angie pulled her hand back from a sharp pain and seen a notch in the webbing between her index and middle finger! Only now did she realize the spade tip ornament on his tail is bladed- it's like an overly sharp spear point!

Mark quickly darted up to get between them, growling thunderously loud at Angie as he grabbed the front of his ratty old shirt and tore it in half, exposing his muscular chest and abs. His nails are already black and long- though not particularly sharp. He stood up onto the fronts of his feet only and the bottoms bubbled up- fat deposits swelling under thickening flesh to create black pads. His feet stretched longer, putting his ankles higher into the air as black fur rapidly grew on his toes and the backs of his feet, spreading to consume his feet entirely as they devolved into huge paws!

His dark peach toned skin darkened even further- his brown areola turn black and he gains another two sets on his midriff! The additional sets however do not have nipples- they are just colored patches, because male canine's do not have projected teats. The ones already on his human pectorals remained still. Unlike his feet, his hands only very slightly lengthened, and while they gained pads and a coating of fur- their overall structure remained; he still has thumbs. His pubes turned to wild black fur and consumed his nuts, then became wildly bushy over his crotch trailing to his navel, then became relatively short and tamed as it spread further than that. It became very long, very bushy, and very wild once again on his upper back and around his neck- making it hard to even tell where his neck starts because the fur hides it against his torso.

The coating of fur seems to avoid several areas, unable to bury his humanity properly. His face stretched out to the sound of grinding enamel as his teeth knit themselves together- turning to fangs and dragging his face longer to make room for them all. His red lips turned glossy black, and the inside of his mouth mottled red and black together. The changes seemed to halt there. His jeans remain on simply because their fabric is very stubborn- they do not at all fit well, even though they are extremely over-tight. Mark is considerably larger in wolf form, because he isn't a regular wolf, he is a Dire Wolf. A prehistoric variant, big enough to potentially hunt and kill a lion. And he was already a large man when he is just a regular human, so he is REALLY big in this form.

Mark's humanity lingers in his form as the fur becoming very short on his upper arms and sides, and he still has naked skin on the front of his torso- except a wide triangle in the middle of his chest, and the very bushy trail of former-pubes down below. His hands are still human shaped, and his thigh to pelvis joints are not as long as a proper canine- which means he can run on all fours or on two legs. His eyes remain unchanged even with a full wolf head- but they were already a golden yellow, so they look like wolf eyes even when they are not. He still has his human hair, but it is already so shaggy and wild that it blends into the rest of his fur making it hard to tell it's not just more fur other than the fact it often hangs over his eyes.

Laurence smiled and pointed to Angie. "Sick er, boy."

Angie swung her tail back and her first down to smash him into paste against the ground, but Mark has zero fear, and met her first with an open maw! She punched into his fangs, hurting herself a lot more than she hurt him. He yanked back and snapped at her- forcing her to quickly pull her hand back; she seen he was going for her wrist, trying to rend the arteries! Mark doesn't really give a shit about the rules- so he doesn't hesitate to take a kill-shot. She turns, smashing him in the side with her giant tail then lifting it to crush him under! Laurence darts up beside her while she is distracted however and whips his own tail at her back pocket- using the edge on his spade tip to cut the tight pocket open, causing her phone to fall out against the ground!

Angie turned when she heard the phone hit ground, but then Mark just used that as an open invitation to sink his fangs into the meat of her tail! Uninterrupted- Laurence scooped her phone up and tossed it toward Mark. He let go of her tail and smashed his hand down on the phone, breaking it against the ground- his paw pads are thick enough to protect him against the broken screen.

Laurence smiled and jumped onto Mark's back and they took off into a laneway and vanished into the deepening shadows of the late evening, leaving Angie with her broken phone and a few bloody holes in her tail.

Laurence would forward his collected evidence to the authorities the next day; since he is studying for his law degree it wouldn't seem particularly out of place for him to be sticking his nose into matters of the law. But tonight, he wanted to catch up with Mark. Although, by catch up; it was just him telling Mark about how things have been doing, since Mark does not talk himself. That was also a major reason they fell out of communication in the first place. Mark doesn't have a phone- phones don't work if you don't talk. Till Angie gets arrested, it is still risky for Mark to return to his own apartment, so Laurence invited him to his own small home. They had a quick and simple dinner, then headed out onto the patio in the back yard to talk in the fresh night air. Best enjoy the night in the autumn; once winter comes you won't want to sit out on the patio at risk of your balls freezing to the chair.

Mark remained shirtless once he turned back since he destroyed his shirt before he even transformed. Laurence could have offered him to borrow one of his own but; he wasn't exactly complaining about the view, and Mark would find all his clothing choices stuffy.

"So... find yourself a boyfriend yet?"

He shook his head.

"Any... regular friends?"

He nodded at first, but then his brow twitched and he shook his head. He had at first answered yes because he fell in with Chain Gang, but... as Laurence proved tonight; they were not his friend. They were just using him.

Laurence sighed, motioning into the house through the glass back door. "Call me a pessimist, but I figured as much already. You don't have a regular job, otherwise why would you be tipping jewelry shops with street trash? So now that you can't ride with them you have no reliable way to pay rent to remain at your apartment even after the police stop hounding you. You can always stay with me. If... you are still interested? I know it has been quite some time since our last fling, so I will not presume your answer."

Mark just smiled and glanced away, then back with a half-nod.

Laurence reached up from under the patio table and placed a dog collar on it with a chain leash. "Just one little condition. Think of it as a reminder to behave when you are home." Mark cocked an eyebrow at it. "...okay, maybe I did already plan for you saying yes. If it makes you feel better I did also plan for the scenario that you said no."

Mark grumbled, leaning back in his chair with his arms crossed in thought. Normally he would rip someone's throat out for trying to tell him to put a collar on like a common dog, but for Laurence? Laurence seen his hesitance and got up, walking around the table to his seat.

"I don't think my request is unreasonable. This is how our previous encounters went- just with a physical icon now for your... cooperation. My house; I pay for the both of us, but in exchange I maintain order and command."

Mark made a move to grab the collar, but immediately on seeing him agree; Laurence surprised him with a kiss while softly brushing some of his hair back with one hand and snatching up the collar in his other hand. They kissed so aggressively that Mark leaned too far back in the plastic patio chair that it fell out from under them, and Laurence was bent so far over he tumbled over too! Mark let out a huff as his back hit the ground, but then on reflex he overpowered Laurence and flipped again, away from the chair completely to pin Laurence to the ground under him- putting himself on top again, pinning the smaller man by his shoulders.

Their second tumble put them off the edge of the patio and over the two steps leading down onto the trimmed grass of the back lawn. The autumn breeze cut through now without the building to shield them from it rolling in from the west. It felt great on Mark's head, ruffling his perpetually messy, long hair. Heat gets trapped under his hair and his fur when he goes beastly, so he always enjoys a good breeze.

The closer to winter it gets the brighter the stars in the night sky appear to be, so Laurence's view was of a canvas of glittering stars framing Mark's head. His hair hung forward since he is looking down- finally fully exposing his face to Laurence so he could see both of the wolf-man's yellow eyes. Even out in the night in the back yard they are so vibrantly yellow that they look like they are glowing. They are catching the light spilling into the yard from the back door. His face is scruffy- he likely only shaves semi-regularly at best. If Mark were to grow a beard, his wolf form would have longer fur on its jaw and chin to mirror it.

Laurence is pinned by his shoulders, not his arms, so he was able to reach up and put the collar on Mark with a smirk. Mark may be giant in comparison, but he is the 'bottom bitch' in this relationship. Laurence twisted the chain leash around his hand once before yanking Mark down for another kiss before shoving him off and rolling him to the side, to once again be on top. Laurence unbuttoned his shirt but left it on so he did not have to let go of the chain- knowing Mark would playfully try to reverse their positions again if he did. He lifted his rump only long enough to undo and slide his pants off, needing to shake his tail to get them the whole way off- his tail has its own hole in the back of his pants, but that means to fully remove them he has to pull the entire length of his tail through. Laurence flicked the bladed ornament off its end and then curled his tail up behind himself, pressing on Mark's taint through his pants with it.

Laurence traced the deep crevice between the large abs further down Mark's bare body. The lower you go, the veinier his body gets- the fat veins all converging on his crotch. His pubic hair was just barely visible over the waist of his black jeans, but it shuffled a bit on its own as it softened greatly and started to spread and lengthen as it converts to black fur- channeling his beast aspect. Even as full beast his genitals still retain a bit human in them. That also results in him being absurdly well endowed. Because he has both human and canine aspects in his genitals at the same time- rather than simply convert to the size of a dire wolf, which would already make him bigger... it just layers the size of both genitals types on top of one another. So he gains the size of a dire wolf penis on top of the length he already had as a regular human. His cock was already eight inches to START with!

Balls the size of large chicken eggs start to swell larger- tight and heavy, the scrotum thickens, pulls more taut and the coat of fur consumes it. Laurence takes his time removing the pants- unbuttoning the jeans as he watches the thick bush of black fur grow under it. It follows the cum-gutters of his abs before spreading far enough to consume some of his abs partially. It forms a narrow triangle up to his navel when completed, so most of his abs remain naked even when he is as far beast-sided as he can get. Rather than grab the tab on the zipper- Laurence places a hand on top of it and gently pushes it down to reveal more and more. The growing size of Mark's genitals help push the fly open from the inside. If he were wearing softer pants- they would explode off him when he fully changes because of how ill-fit they become. These only endure the torture because jeans are so sturdy.

Without even looking behind them- Laurence could feel Mark's huge bushy black tail wagging back and forth as he pushes on Mark's taint softly with his own tail. Laurence's tail ushers Mark to a full erection as he transforms- but because the transformation involves his size changing, it feels like he is getting an erection for almost a full minute because his size keeps increasing, demanding more blood to remain erect. Chicken egg sized testicles swell to a size even a bit larger than a softball- each. His foreskin thickens and the fur starts to grow up it, where hair normally will not touch. Laurence places a hand on it softly and tugs it back, but as it transforms to peels off from the rest of the shaft, pulling further down than it should be able to get... transforming into a sheath.

Mark groans with his deep voice and squirms a bit under the smaller man as his dick grows in size! Finding a halfway point between man and beast- the veins on his cock are fat and projected on the surface, but become a bit more narrow as they instead branch to be more numerous, causing the entire surface of his shaft to be textured by a web-like maze of veins! The upper portion of his shaft that was already divided but hidden by his former foreskin fattened wider than the rest of it- making his cock slightly club-shaped. Not to be outdone, his glans then tighten to the point where they look almost wet from simply how smooth the skin pulled, and blushed deep purple as they swell larger! The curve between the bulbous front and the corona deepen, giving his cockhead a very wide, helmet-like rim to it, and his urethra stiffens and starts to grow longer than the shaft itself! His urethra projects out off the glans like a canine cock, but he retains the glans of a human penis.

Laurence smiles and gently brushes the growing bulge inside Mark's sheath. Ah- no canine phallus can be complete without a knot. Laurence decides to channel his own beast aspect- not a lot, just his genitals. His own balls rest again Mark's but are so small in comparison that his entire scrotum sits nicely into the cleft between Mark's giant nuts. Laurence's penis is an uncut five inches- not petite enough to really call small, but definitely not big, either. His beast aspect definitely helps with that.

Laurence's shaft bloats tremendously, at first swelling so wide that his dick almost becomes spherical! It squirms unnaturally inside the foreskin as the inner and outer flesh divides, like it did with Mark to make a sheath, but... this isn't a traditional sheath, either. The outer flesh blushes to a diffused red before stretching longer, pulling the phallus back into a more proper shape but then both draws back slightly and stretches drastically wider as his dicks emerge from the end of it- looking like some bizarre flesh-flower blooming! Yes that is right- dicks. Plural. Chameleon have hemipene. He is able to consciously draw his cocks further back or further forward- allowing him to weakly thrust them without even moving his hips at all! The outer facing sides are absolutely covered in inch and a half long spike-like barbs of flesh that fade to white toward their tips. The tips are not especially sharp- and its entirely blood-pressurized flesh, so they certainly are not hard enough to harm anything, in spite of looking rather savage. His twin dicks are both quite thick and come to a tapered point- the barbs essentially act as the glans, so there is no defined 'head' on his cocks in this form. Chameleons have internal balls- so his beast aspect unfortunately does not alter the size of his nuts at all, making them look disproportionately small to his now eight and a half inch twins.

Laurence smiles and inches his hips forward, shoving the swelling knot into his own sheath, putting enough pressure on the inner curve of both dicks that when he extends them- they curve in toward one another, essentially hugging around Mark's huge cock with his two smaller ones! Hugging the larger phallus between his two; Laurence extends and retracts them to rub- essentially masturbating Mark slowly without even needing to use his hands. The knot swells larger and larger, pulling Mark's sheath tighter, pulling it back from lack of room. The knot of a canine is generally the exact same size as both their balls put together- so, his is the size of two softballs on either side of his shaft. Unfortunately that means Laurence can never take his knot unless they edge him first- because fully engorged its wider than a male pelvis is capable of accepting. Never mind his anus- his BONES aren't wide enough to let that thing through.

Fur grew across Mark's chest, then raced up his back after consuming his legs. The bones of his face click as it stretches wider- once again turning as far beast as he can like in his bout with Angie. His abs and pecs still naked flesh. His front paws still with the structure of hands.

Mark tried to thrust up against Laurence, but he twisted the chain around his hand and, shortening it again while holding the hand to Mark's chest to keep him down. "Ah-ah! Not yet."

He growled in frustration as Laurence gently massaged his cock with the bristly twins. The knot finally pulled the taut sheath completely back, getting trapped behind it. His dick drooled pre, matting the fur of his crotch, but still Laurence kept him pinned and smiled as he teased the wolf. Once it pushed out fully, the knot receded in size a bit. It generally only swelled to its full size when he is already about to orgasm. Laurence leaned back a bit, hooking his prongs under the lower curve of the knot, then used two fingers to help guide the tips- bending them around the curvature to the front curve of the knot, massaging the entire underside as they slide back and forth on their own.

Pre is dripping from the wolf like a broken faucet- another bubble burbling out before the last drip finished oozing down. The veins almost looked black in contrast to the diffused red of the shaft- swollen and pulsing so tight it looked like they might burst. His glans remained swollen tight and deep bruise-purple from blood pressure. Laurence leaned forward for another kiss- now that Mark has the glossy black lips of a canine. Mark thrust, catching him off-guard and managing to shove the end of his penis into Laurence's sheath, forcing his dicks to recede a bit to make room for the much larger cock to partially penetrate his sheath! Laurence subdued him with the kiss though, catching him a bit by surprise when his tongue turns chameleon- stretching long enough to coil around the large, thin wolf tongue many times over!

When he broke off he pulled up off Mark's dick and crawled around on top of him, letting the chain go limp finally. The chain felt good laying across his body- the metal drank the cold night air, and made a nice contrast to his body temperature which is running feverishly high with arousal. Thanks to also being mostly covered in fur and unable to sweat in this form- his body temperature is so high he could use his cock to cut ice.

Laurence flopped down, humming in pleasure at the feeling of the larger man's tight, veiny muscles press into his soft, smooth skin. His tail looped under the lower back of Mark's head to act as a pillow before loosely draping over his other shoulder. He sucked Mark's dick into his mouth, quickly cleaning off all the salty pre coating it before drilling for more. He loved the feeling of all the fat, squishy veins on the shaft bending against his lips, and shuffling them around under the looser surface skin with his tongue. His lips gripped the corona when he pulled up, and as soon as they pop out, he plunges back down. The wide urethral bulge on the underside of the shaft presses along the roof of his mouth- so the dick bends along the back of his throat- far too long to all fit in his mouth alone.

With his head propped up, and presented with the twins; Mark smiled and kissed one dick and then the other before Laurence extended them, clenching so they arch toward each other with stiffness- allowing Mark to take both tips into his mouth at once before they relax again. Mark's lips curl up into a smile with his mouthful of cock as he though; if the barbs faced the other way, he would be able to brush his teeth with Laurence's cock. To avoid snagging a barb between fangs- he kept the dicks parted by his tongue, so the barbs were in his cheeks and out of harm's way. His tongue rolled back and forth, petting the smooth inner facing sides of both dicks, while the dicks retracted and shoved themselves forward and back to penetrate the length of his cheeks in his long, wolf muzzle, brushing the inside of his cheeks with the barbs like dozens of soft, tiny fingers. Mark's lips pressed inside of the sheath on the forward bob- when fully rigid, the twin dicks force the end of the sheath wide open so you can see into the magenta colored inside of the 'flesh blossom'. Unlike a wolf's sheath; this demi-sheath the chameleon have is also meant to be internal, drawn into the cloaca and hidden when not in use. It isn't meant to protect the dicks from outside contaminants because it is also internal- it's just there to help guide the cocks out of the body properly.

Laurence cradles the huge furry balls with both hands- one ball more than enough to fill an entire hand. Lifting them up with his face pushed down, presses his nose into the cleft of the scrotum and fills his lungs with the salty, subtle but heavy scent of the wolf man's musk. His lips stretched around the knot, turning pale as the knot swelled in response. He drew back and hesitated, waiting for the knot to recede a bit again before quickly popping down over it! He cannot fit the knot into his butt because of his hips. His cheeks don't have that problem, because it's just flesh and muscle. His cheeks balloon out like a squirrel hiding food- the pleasure caused the knot segments to engorge fully again, but trapped in his mouth this time! His lips brushed the furry opening of the sheath behind the knot! The knot swelled his mouth open- almost as far as his jaw bone could be opened! It trapped his mouth open that far, while the dick filled the back half of his mouth and half his throat! His lips can't stretch far enough to pop the knot back out and the pleasure against the sensitive curves of the knot on either side prevent it from shrinking at all. Mark tied his face!

The large wolf balls yanked themselves free of Laurence's hands and clenched tightly. The urethra bulged even larger against the roof of his mouth and throat a moment before the giant wolf cock shot a gob of pre and immediately followed with a powerful, long jet of a cum! Then a clench, then the next! Only a quarter of a second gap between second-long streams of hot liquid love, Laurence let out muffled moans as he felt the cum filling him! His face locked to the furry crotch- he could not pull off if he tried, he has no choice but to take it all. The jets are so strong and the dick is so far down his throat it almost feels like they are splattering against the inside of his chest! There is so much of it that the buildup in fluid straight into his guts is making him feel sort of over-full, like if you drink way too much at once; the weight of the liquid makes itself known, sloshing back and forth against your stomach lining. The eroticism causes Laurence's eyes to roll back in his head as he shudders in his own climax! The barbs stiffened as hard as they can get and the twin cocks clenched in toward one another as they erupted into Mark's throat as well, though Laurence only fired off three small shots of cum before his small balls were already spent- his orgasm lasted three times as long as his actual ejaculation did. His dicks kept spasming and the urethra pulsing as if to fire more out, but there wasn't any more left.

And so, Mark moved in with Laurence. He left his things at his apartment at first, till the business with the police blew over- it would be better if the cops didn't know they are together. Laurence of course revealed Angie's 'confession' to the police immediately the following morning. She pointed to the image of Mark and tried to tell them he was the one in charge instead of her, but that is hard to do since she admitted to being the ringleader, and also there during the crime. She is going to prison- of course she is going to try to pin the blame on someone else; there is no actual proof of Mark doing anything, he is BESIDE the building in the photo, not stealing anything. She doesn't have the original copy of the photo, so there is also no proof that Mark had any ties with Angie, either. She is a proven criminal- police are definitely not going to take her word for it. Unless she has proof, they don't give a single fuck what she has to say.

Once things settled down, Mark was able to grab his things and abandon his old run down apartment for good, and live with Laurence. Even aside from being his boyfriend- Laurence is the only person Mark ever really trusted. Laurence is also the only one who can keep him out of trouble... or at least does a good job of getting him out of it when it does happen. And Laurence has a loyal doggo waiting for him at home when he returns from his studies. One savage, one civil; a complement through contrast. The cunning devil, and his dog.