FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

Howling at two Moons

Amarok's mind raced with images of himself laying on the couch with his lover not long ago, not thinking about anything. Just spending a quiet afternoon together.

Then everything went down the rabbit hole. They had no idea what was going on, and panic was setting in. Then there were those noises. They were far worse than what Amarok witnessed. Popping joints and grinding bones and tissues. It was a sound he was unlikely ever to forget.

Then everything ended as abruptly as it began. That was minutes ago, or was it an hour? He was not quite sure. Throughout all of the chaos, Amarok did not give much thought to time.

His eyes shifted to the bathroom door. He knew who was behind it. His girlfriend, Noel. Someone he had known for many years. Since middle school, to be precise. They spend a lot of time together, first as friends, then as a couple. He remembered all of the good, bad, sad, and happy times they had together.

Amarok took a big breath before slowly rising up and sighing. His heavy footsteps echoed around the room as he approached the bathroom door. A light knock and a faint voice follow. "Noel, how are you holding up?"

Nothing happened for a long time; no sound, no response. Amarok was not expecting any straight away. He recognised his own state of confusion. He had no idea how deep his girlfriend's confusion had become. Still, he knew he needed to be here right now. So he leaned against the wall next to the entrance and waited.

After a few more minutes, Amarok could finally hear something. It was a long sigh, resonating in his girlfriend's chest. He was not used to it, but it felt familiar. Heavy footsteps approached the door, which opened just enough for an eye to peer through.

“I don't know…" The voice was deep and imposing. Nonetheless, he noticed the kindness he had come to expect from his partner. Even the icy blue eye that stared at him felt right.

"You can't stay in the toilet forever. Let us talk. You know talking helps you usually figure things out."

There was some uncertainty, but eventually the door opened completely, and his girlfriend walked out. Amarok stepped away, taking a minute to absorb what he saw. Up to this moment, he could still convince himself that what just happened, perhaps hours ago, was all a dream.

Not anymore.

Where his girlfriend should have been was an eight-foot-tall werewolf. Rippling muscles beneath dark corse hair. Broad shoulders and a powerful back. Even with all the fur, he could see his firm abs and powerful chest. Her powerful arms and legs appeared to be alongaded, and Noel's posture was slightly slumped forward, which looked to be her most comfortable way of standing right now. The large ears and lengthy tail, along with the wolf-like facial structure. Everything felt strange, but he could recognise the subtle details he knew from his partner for so long.

What was most startling to Amarok, however, was what was hidden beneath her boxers. They were obviously too tight for her. Amarok could immediately tell that the fabric was ready to tear on the sides. Those were his as well, and Amarok was no small guy. Again, that was not the most surprising thing to him. There was an evident bulge in front of their boxers.

He could see Noel move one of her large hands, or paws, in front of her, or rather, his, crotch before entering the living room. Amarok followed, slightly embarrassed for apparently causing Noel even more distress than he already had.

After a minute of reflection, Noel approached the couch and sat down on the ground in front of it. Amarok did not say anything as he followed closely behind and settled into his normal spot. The werewolf's eyes were downcast. Ears are flicking in distress. Then he nibbled on his own lips. A little mannerism that usually was so familiar and comforting for Amarok to see from Noel.

The quiet continued. Neither of them said anything. Amarok mostly because he did not wish to push anything. Noel, because he was unsure how to express himself. It was not the first time he would have difficulties with that. But now it felt even more challenging.

"Take your time." Amarok's voice was calm and compassionate.

It made little difference to Noel's reaction, which was to twitch slightly and lay his ears down on his head. His tail moved around his hip, possibly as a form of instinctual comfort.

"I…" The werewolf attempted to continue but ran out of courage. He started nibbling on his bottom lip again.

"Be careful, do not hurt yourself."

That made Noels' ears rise up straight, and he noticed the copper-like taste on his tongue.

"Your teeth are not the same anymore."

Noel's ears pressed onto his head again. "Nothing's the same anymore." His voice is barely more than a whisper. The anguish was intense, and Amarok could feel it pouring deep into his bones. The small tremor of the voice and the short sigh at the end. Everything he knew so well.

The werewolf glanced at his large paws, which he moved gently. "It feels wrong, but also right. Nothing appears as it should, and nothing feels the same. But something tells me it is me. It seems as if my mind and body are fighting."

His gaze shifted down between his legs. "And do not make me start on this. What should I do? Will I change back? Will I stay like this? Is there a time limit? Is there a risk that will happen again if it is reversible? How about my life? How about my career, which I have worked so hard for? Do I need to hide now? Can I never leave this apartment again?"

Amarok's heart constricted as he watched Noel gradually lose himself in his anxieties and doubts. He could watch himself being increasingly diflated in his sitting position. His paws move to the top of his body, clutching his own fur. His pupils were shrinking into tiny specks.

"How about you?" Will you abandon me now? Will I be alone as a monster attempting to survive? I can't lose you. Everything but you…"

In this moment, Amarok did not think nor did he hesitate. His body moved by itself as he gently stood up and approached Noel, wrapping his arms around the werewolf's neck. Noel froze quickly, seemingly unsure what to do.

"You are an idiot. Do you think I would leave you for this?"

Noel's arms moved briefly, shaking slightly. He hesitated for a single second before wrapping his arms around Amarok. Leaning into the hug.

"It makes no difference whether you transform into a werewolf, an eldritch monster, or a freaking skyscraper. I would not leave you." Amarok's hands move softly up and down Noel's upper back. "I can still see everything about you that made me fall for you in the first place." You have the same lovely eyes and adorable tiny quirks. You are probably two feet taller than me now, but that doesn't change the fact that I love you as much as ever."

Amarok leaned back gently, looking directly into the gorgeous blue eyes he had known for so long. He smiled softly.

Noel gazed back, tears welling up in those large eyes, a breath away from escaping and running down his furry cheeks. "I do not deserve you."

The man merely smiled kindly at the werewolf. "No, you don't, and you do not get rid of me easily either."

Noel couldn't hold back a small hiccup, another one of those adorable quirks Amarok fell in love with so many years ago. The werewolf squeezed into another close hug with almost crushing ferocity. Nuzzling under Amarok's chin. Until he pushed hard enough that Amarok lost his balance and fell on his back, an uff escaping his lips.

"Careful. I am not made of stone."

A meagre "sorry" was the response, which contradicted the strength Amarok felt in the werwolf at the moment. He stroked his hand along the back of Noel's head. Only making him nuzzle closer to his neck. The large, fluffy tail began to wag slowly. It was kind of adorable.

They both laid there for a few moments. Again, neither of them spoke as the stillness took over. This time, it felt normal, almost peaceful. Not as oppressive as it had been a few moments before.

Noel asked a hushed question that made Amarok chuckled heartily. "Get your snout out from under my chin, or I will not be able to understand you."

Noel turned his face gently around and asked again. "What now?" he asked, before burying his snout where it came from. The man gives another chuckle.

"I have no idea. I do not think we can Google 'My girlfriend turned into a male werewolf. What should I do?'"

The werewolf speaks again, this time muted.

"You really need to get your face out of there, or I will not understand a word you are saying."

Amarok noticed Noel's tail wagging quicker after that, and he only moved his face unwillingly. "I don't want to. You smell nice. It is relaxing." And the face went back. Not only that, but it seemed that he tried to find an even better position by pressing his snout stronger against Amarok's skin.

It felt more like he was dealing with a dog than a werewolf. It was both bizarre and amusing at the same time.

"Will you keep me like this for the rest of the day, then?" He got another garbled response. This time, Amarok could not stop laughing for a few moments. "Okay, I didn't need to understand your words to know you said yes."

That large tail only became quicker, swishing left and right. Amarok put his hand behind one of those large ears and began scratching it lightly. He could feel Noel pushing back against it.

They laid on the ground for a little longer. Noel was hugging Amarok. And Amarok kept giving him little scratches and pets on the head.

The man was thinking about how to proceed from here. What he could do to help Noel. He formed a mental list of things to do and experiment with until he felt a lick down the crook of his neck, followed by hot breath on the now moist skin. He halted his movement, perplexed by the motion.

"Noel? What are you doing?"

As if the inquiry jolted the werewolf out of a profound trance. His ears perked up as he let go of Amarok and increased the distance between them. He sat cross-legged and covered his flushed face with his large paws.

“I didn't… I wasn't… I mean… just forget it." The werewolf's speech had an air of embarrassment.

The man raised an eyebrow, attempting to figure out what was going on, when the understanding suddenly dawned. He shifted his gaze down those abs, watching Noel cross his legs even further.

"Oh…"

"Forget it... please."

Noel was clearly uncomfortable. Amarok frowned. His mind was racing as he contemplated how to deal with this. His feet moved gently towards the still ashamed werewolf. His hand proceeded to the paw that was covering Noel's face and gently brushed it away. He glanced into one of his beautiful, revealed eyes.

"Why? You think still loving you like before would stop there?"

"But…"

"But?"

"I am…"

"Yes?"

Noel cautiously removed his other paw off his face and looked squarely into Amarok's eyes. He could see true love and affection between them. He has seen this look many times before. They had no doubts or hesitations.

"Are you sure?"

Amarok smirked at him. "Why shouldn't I?" Because you are a guy now? Because you are about two feet taller than me. I told you a few minutes ago that it does not matter how you look to me."

He placed his finger against Noel's chest. "That is the crucial bit right there. Our time together. Our feelings and love for one another. It makes no difference whether you are a woman or a man. I want to make you happy and fulfil your desires as they deserve. Is that so weird?"

His ears dropped back down, despite the fact that he could feel his heart racing after hearing those words. "I don't want to hurt you."

Amarok glanced at Noel for a few moments, reflecting on his words. “I think we can't prevent that completely. But your care is all I need to know; it will not be too bad."

The werewolf's gaze dropped to the ground, evidently torn about the situation. "How can you be so sure?"

"I am not. Not in the least. But for you, any risk is worthwhile."

Noel paused for a few moments after those remarks before letting out a heavy groan, his paws ruffling through his fur. "Why do you always act like this?

"What? Do you believe that will change?"

With a growl, Noel lunged forward and wrapped his arms around Amarok's neck, pushing his lips against the man's own. It was awkward for a few moments while they tried to figure out how to make the entire muzzle thing work. But it did not take long.

Amarok raised his hand to the back of Noel's head, responding to the kiss with equal enthusiasm. Lips smacking together, tongues dancing. It became increasingly desperate, full of want and lust. As the kiss ended, Noel peered deeply into his partner's brown eyes. The same warm brown eyes as before. The somewhat plump, endearing face that always gave him courage. "You irresistible, lovable idiot."

Amarok was still breathing heavily after the kiss. It was an intense experience. His skin tickled from the thrill and exhilaration, mixed with a small tinge of fear. "You know you enjoy it."

The werewolf gave another roar as he grabbed Amarok and walked out of the living room.

The man felt a strange sensation run through his chest from being scooped up so easily. His arms instinctively curled around the powerful neck of the werewolf. To be quite honest, he was everything but lightweight. He had never been hauled up like this before. "What are you doing?"

"Bedroom…"

"So you're..." Amarok could not continue his sentence because he felt another hot kiss on his lips. He closed his eyes and slightly dissolved into it. This was all new to him, and he came to the conclusion that he really enjoyed it.

"Do not say it."

"Not saying it will not change it." He smirked playfully. "You want to bury that bone, and we both know this."

A faint raspy growl emanated from deep within Noel's chest. "Do not tempt me to lose control."

Amarok placed his palm on the werewolf's chest, playing with the corse fur there. “But what if I want you to lose it?" He leaned forward and nibbled Noel's neck playfully. The roar from Noel was louder than the man imagined.

He felt the air rush by his skin as the werewolf's stride widened and accelerated. With a hard kick, the door was pushed open. Only moments before, Amarok felt himself thrown upon the bed. He looked down the bed, noting the dilated pupils and the heavy breathing. Perhaps he prodded the hornets' nest a little too much. But he will worry about that later.

Noel's senses became focused solely on his mate. His incredible fragrance. The sight of that long black hair. Brown, warm eyes. His eyes moved up the large, soft figure hidden under the loose-fitting clothes. He licked over his chaps without noticing. His impulses took over his body as he prowled across the bed, cautiously approaching his partner. His powerful paw grabbed the shirt and ripped it from his companion like it was made of tissue paper. Amarok gasped in surprise, but he could not help but feel a heart-pounding, body-consuming surge coursing through his body.

That large maw opened, revealing Noel's now-sharp teeth. The large, moist tongue. He leaned in for a playful possessive bite on Amarok's neck. It was forceful enough to make the man feel the pressure, but not enough to break his skin. He cannot help but give a quiet moan.

Encouraged by the sound, Noel kisses his way down to his partner's smooth chest. He had never minded his little manboobs before; now they seemed like the most wonderful thing ever. He sucked and licked it completely. Amarok arched his back in response to the sensation. Another gasp from his lips; his body was on fire by this point. The man brought his hands to the back of Noel's head, allowing his fingers to glide through the thick fur.

“Oh god… you eating me whole…"

Noel's fur stood on end as he switched to another magnificent manboob, giving it the same care as the last one. He leaned back, staring at that round, smooth belly and those enticing love handles. His large paws ran along those sides, causing a shudder as a reward, before grabbing the muffin top possessively.

Amarok let out another high-pitched moan that sounded almost feminine. Noel's ears twitched at the sound. He was going to lean down to give the belly in front of him the attention it deserved when his nose was assaulted by that incredible aroma. His eyes widened for a second before closing and taking a long breath. He had never smelt anything like this. It made his body twitch with longing. He followed it with his nose, pressing firmly into Amarok's groin. He could feel that pulsing hot bulge against his nose, and he realised what scent it was. His partner was aroused. The werewolf let out a raspy breath before grabbing the man's trousers with his teeth and ripping them off with one forceful movement of his head.

"Fuck, Noel." Amarok had never felt so desired in his life. So wanted. His skin was flaming, with a blush covering his entire face and neck. Then he felt the snout nuzzle against his uncomfortably firm erection. He threw his head back against his neck, uttering a yearning sigh.

Noel's ears twitched at the sound, and he promptly opened his snout and licked the entire length, gathering every clear drop of pre with his large, warm tongue. The taste should not be unfamiliar to him. He had tried it before, but the flavour was considerably more powerful. So much better. He curled his lips over the bulging head, letting his slightly rough tongue slide along the glans. Sucking greedily.

Amarok pushed his hip up reflexively, eager to experience more of that incredible sensation. His toes curled as he felt his cock throb and drip more pre-cum. He had never been so excited in his life before.

And then the thrill vanished. Confused, he peered down, witnessing that face dive lower as his balls slide into that greedy maw. That tongue was moving over that sensitive skin, making sure not to miss a single inch. Amarok's body tightens totally from the experience. It seemed so foreign and new.

Then there were those kisses on his taint.

The strong paws gripped the back of his knees. Lifting and spreading them apart. He knew what was going to happen, but nothing could have prepared him for the sensation of that big, warm, somewhat rough tongue moving along his most sensitive area.

He expected Noel to recoil or hesitate, but instead, the werewolf became even more eager, playing with that tight muscle. The tongue ran over it repeatedly. Draw circles around it. Giving it delicate kisses and suckles along the edge. Fireworks exploded in front of Amarok's eyes with each of their actions.

Noel was immersed in the sensations, scents, and flavours. It was so profound, summoning something from deep within his instincts. He continued lapping and kissing, feeling that tight muscle loosen gradually till it finally opened up. He did not hesitate to shove his tongue insides, exploring his companion in ways he had never done before. A desperate growl was coming from deep within his throat.

On the opposite side, Amarok was arching his back and unable to move it back against the bed. His hands moved to his face, covering it out of desperation, owing to his body's inability to deal with them. His mouth was wide open, more high-pitched moans escaping with each fresh movement of that exquisitely torturous tongue.

His cock was throbbing like crazy, and when that tongue found his sweet spot, it poured pre-cum like a busted tap. "Fuck… What are you doing with me? My body has never felt this way before..."

Noel's ears twitched at those words, only increasing his efforts, and he was rewarded with the highest and most urgent moan yet. The loud, unadulterated slurps reverberated around the room. Only interrupted by the lovely cries of that man, who is fully at his mercy.

His tongue pressed across a bundle of nerves deep within that lovely, velvety tunnel. Again and again. With greater eager effort, bolstered by each lovely moan he heard. He then heard a murmur that sounded like a scream. He felt Amarok's entire body shudder. The tight tube became even tighter, pulling his tongue in, and the sound of cum splattered across soft, silky flesh. Noel's body reacted naturally as he increased his effort, resulting in another lovely groan. His tongue was milking the prostate for all its worth.

And suddenly Amarok dropped on the bed, his breathing heavy; he felt as if he had lost every bone in his body. He let out a whimper when he felt that incredible tongue slip out of him, followed by a gasp as it began cleaning his cum-covered body. He was an absolute mess. His long hair was a tangled mess. He came so forcefully that his entire torso, chest, and face were covered in his own cum.

He opened his eyes slowly as he felt Noel move closer to his face. His hands wrapped around his muscular neck, burrowing in the thick fur once more. He let out a tired giggle as he felt the tongue run all over his face. He let out a gasp as he was locked in another hot kiss. The man tasted himself in his lover's mouth.

When the kiss ended, he peered deeply into those ice blue eyes. His own eyes were fogged with pleasure and longing. "Do not stop." He did not need to say anymore. Both understood what Amarok meant. He needed to feel it. Feel the werewolf's simmered heat deep within him. Feeling it filled him up like nothing else had. It did not matter what the consequences were. That issue was for his future self.

Noel ripped his own, already barely holding boxers, of himself. His paws returned to Amarok's legs, pushing them up and spreading them apart. His painfully hard cock was throbbing, deep red and glistering in his own juices. His tip touched the spit polished pucker, eliciting another desperate moan. The fur on his neck stood on end as he pushed forward. That muscle gave in without much resistance, as if it were designed for him. Noel opened his mouth and wrapped it around Amrok's throat, a possessive gesture that caused shivers to appear all over the man's skin.

Noel pushed deeper and deeper, the tight warmth providing him with pleasure he had never felt before. It was all-consuming, blazing hot joy. Before he knew what he was doing, he began to move his hip back and forth, growling and groaning around Amarok's throat, to which he responded with similarly pleasurable sounds.

The werewolf, unaccustomed to this experience, was rapidly losing resolve, thrusting harder and faster, filling Amarok with delight. The man could feel his legs growing numb from the pleasure. Moving his head back, he revealed more of his throat to his lover, who gladly claimed it as his own.

And then he felt it, the shivering sign. The loss of the werewolf's rhythm. He was getting close, and without even thinking about it, the man clenched down hard. Receiving a lengthy, deep howl as an answer. He shivered as the heat entered his entire being. His toes curled as he realised something many people had worked valiantly to achieve. The intense sensation of an orgasm that had nothing to do with firing his own semen out of his still extremely hard excitement. It was beyond anything he had ever experienced. His body shivered, clenched, and surrendered to that bliss in ways he never imagined imaginable.

Neither of them knew how long this had been going on. Their brains could not comprehend the passage of time anymore.

Both of them were heavily breathing, with Noel lying on top of his beloved. Exhausted and completely fulfilled. Amarok clutched the werwolf's neck, feeling his warm cum slush deep inside him. Nobody said anything. Nobody moved a muscle. They simply laid together like that until fatigue overcame them, lulling them into a deep sleep in each other's arms.

—

Amarok lay in bed, soundly asleep. It had been a long time since he could sleep so completely and soundly. His senses awoke slowly. Scents came first. The distinct perfume of musk and sex.

He let out a sigh and then a groan as his sensation of touch gradually returned. A shudder ran up his spine as the sensation of a warm tongue and even warmer air passed over his flesh.

His eyes opened slowly. He rotated his upper torso around to look behind him, finding the cause of the sensation. He could not help but chuckle. "What are you doing?"

Noel raised his light blue eyes, his tongue still hanging out and leaving a moist trail of saliva on one of Amarok's cheeks. His tongue slipped back rapidly, making a moist sound. "Worshipping my moon?"

When Amarok peered into the werewolf's eyes, he could not help but chuckle heartily. It lacked any indication of anxiety or discomfort. He just laughed deeply from his heart. "You have not just said that."

He calmed down a little from his laughter before reaching back and brushing his palm over his partner's rough fur. "At least you did not begin howling at it."

Noel smirked up at him. "I was actually considering it."

Amarok let out a quiet giggle upon hearing that. He experienced a profound, loving warmth in his chest. It did not stem from what happened last night, as incredible as it was. It was not the result of their recent light-hearted engagement. It stemmed from the fact that he recognised the same innocent, playful sparkle in his partner's eyes that he had known for so long.

It was the realisation that, despite the incredible chaos they witnessed yesterday, they would make it through. Regardless of the hardships it would bring.