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"The image of the town was soon entwined within the overlapping branches that lined the path he trod upon, vanishing from sight. Slung across his shoulder was his rifle. On his back, the few belongings he still cared about. Around him, the soft thrum of a dozen footsteps.

It occurred to him then that he would be the last person to see those homely buildings for a long time. After all, the town was empty.

A strand of fur glided across his path, carried by some mischievous breeze.

Mark grinned."

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Dreamless, like awakening from an operation, Marco blinked his eyes open. Morning sunlight streaked low across the walls, indicating that it was fairly late in the morning, but not close to noon, yet.

Taking a deep breath, he sat up and proceeded to yawn. The smell of faded wolf cum clung throughout the air, and he couldn't help but smile at that. There wasn't a particular reason, but it brought about a raw and vague emotion, with no memory attached.

He shut his eyes and shook his head, throwing his tangled mop of hair about as he realized that he didn't exactly remember anything. His hands brushed the sheets of the bed he was sitting on, feeling the dried semen crusted across it.

A moment passed of him attempting to rouse the events of the prior night, or even day, from his mind but he quickly stopped.

It was clear he wouldn't get anywhere: everything was smudged, all senses blurring together arbitrarily. It was as if he had forgotten how to remember, or that all his memories were splashes of color instead of succinct pictures.

Frankly, it didn't bother him all too much.

A melody of meaty fragrance wafted over to him from outside the room, alerting him to how hungry he was. With a soft, sonorous "murf," he rose up to track the smell. As he did so, he came to notice he wasn't wearing anything at all.

Glancing blankly around the room then back to himself, Marco brushed his hands across his muscled torso, feeling the sheer density of hair in the region. He scratched thoughtfully and brought his hands lower along the forest of gnarled hairs to where the strands smoothed out. Here, it was more akin to fur, as was appropriate considering the lupine package that he was toting. A hefty and fuzzy ballsack swung below a furry sheath, which Marco didn't give a second thought of feeling up. The sheath had such soft pliable flesh and was still incredibly sensitive.

A lecherous grin spread over Marco's visage, which now had a prominence at the front that was reminiscent of a muzzle. He massaged the sheath, enjoying the feeling of the tightness cuddling his red rocket. At the thought of it, the crimson head breached the end, already eagerly dripping pre.

Hunger called to him again, so Marco proceeded, letting one hand flit across his pointed tip while the other juggled his large testes lazily.

Despite the odd familiarity that accompanied him as he proceeded down a flight of stairs, he still couldn't conjure up any memories to associate it with. Instead, the movement of his body led him to flex narcissistically, pride welling in the thick, defined shapes that emerged under the manly hairiness.

Once downstairs, he located the source of the cooking. Dressed in a new set of clothes, Lucas was busily prepping breakfast from whatever meats were available. The prior night had left him famished and only meat would satisfy him and Marco, when he woke up.

However, Marco paid little heed to the human preparing food. He hadn't a clue who they were, besides the fact that they were making food for him. If they weren't - Marco tensed a bicep and gave his sheath a squeeze - he could convince them to easily enough. Upon reaching the kitchen, a smell managed to filter out of the greasy food.

It was Lucas. Though, the name constituted the extent of Marco's recollection. That, and two things which were immediately clear: they were very close, and Lucas was subservient to him in some way.

Glad to have Lucas here, Marco seated himself at the table, kicked his feet up onto it and waggled his clawed toes.

"Food ready soon?" he moreso stated than asked, with a deep growly voice. Idly, his right hand rubbed at his hairy pec before joining the left at his crotch; one massaged his heavy sack that sagged onto the chair while the other gently tugged the sheath down and back over the glistening tip.

Lucas paused momentarily at Marco speaking but didn't turn around.

"Oh you're up! And doin' fine? That's a relief," Lucas said in a warm tone.

"Well I'll certainly be a lot more fine when you get around to sharing your culinary skills, won't I? Plan to be a real chef with good food and longer wait times someday?" Marco remarked snidely. At that Lucas couldn't help but turn around.

"Snarky little mouth this morning- Woah, Marco?"

Lucas stared at the thickly muscled and even more thickly haired wolfman confidently leaning back in the chair. Marco was baring his teeth, licking around the pronounced fangs in anticipation of his meal.

"If that's how you wish to refer to me," Marco mumbled and then glanced up at Lucas' gaping face. The mere sight of it triggered a rush of affection as he remembered how much that face had been in his life and what it meant to him seeing it everyday, despite the memories themselves still being obscure. Marco's tail, which was a lot stubbier than when he was a wolf, wagged happily.

Still, with such an adoring audience, Marco couldn't pass up the opportunity to flex, showing off his bulging biceps and bringing a hand up from his groin to press against his grizzled pectoral.

Lucas blushed and Marco immediately picked up on the tinge of lust that popped up, like the slight bulge in Lucas' pants. Marco gave a sly grin and parted his legs slightly, granting Lucas full view of him slowly pulling down his sheath, exposing the bright red veiny cock.

"Wait, hold up man. I'm not following," Lucas blurted out, eyes peering down at the enticing tool, before Marco let the stretchy flesh swallow it back up, save for the very end which just didn't seem to fit inside. "You look completely different, you're saying weird things and acting a bit off."

Before Marco bothered to reply, the sharp smell of burning food caught their attention.

"Oh man!" Lucas spun around and attempted to salvage the breakfast, giving Marco a bit more time to feel up his body following a shrug of disinterest.

At best, the fire alarm wasn't set off, but it was clear Lucas wasn't pleased at all over the state of the meal he had prepared, most of which was mostly charred mystery meat.

"Sorry Marco," Lucas grimaced, setting down one of the plates containing predominantly black chunks in front of his friend's feet. Still, to Lucas' surprise, Marco gave a genuine smile, and after sitting upright, pulled both plates toward himself and used his claw tipped fingers to pull apart the charcoal like substance from the edible parts before he pushed back a plate to Lucas. On it, the food looked somewhat appetizing, if not at least consumable.

"Thanks, but what about you? And what's up with the wolf still showing? Are you sure you're alright?" Marco just held up a finger and dug into the burnt meat, leaving Lucas to eat the bits Marco had picked out for him. Despite being burnt, Marco thought it was pretty palatable, anyway.

Lucas hadn't even finished when Marco gulped down the last morsel on his plate. Those large clawed feet were soon back on the table as one hand shamelessly dipped back down to rub at his large sheath as the other picked in between his fangs.

"Your cooking is always great, Lucas. I have no idea what you mean, and yes, I'm quite alright. Fantastic, counting your concern," Marco stated in reply to Lucas' prior questions. A look of uncertainty on Lucas' face prompted Marco to add, "You can ask more once you're done eating."

It was hard, to say the least, for Lucas to eat without throwing glances at Marco every few seconds, but the latter revelled in the attention, not caring much about the mix between apprehension and desire.

Once both plates were taken care of, Lucas had had some time to think on how to approach the situation, as was evident from the way he spoke.

"Marco," he began. Marco gazed at him. "Do you remember who I am?"

"Yes. Not initially," the bulky man replied.

"Do you remember who you are?" Lucas asked cautiously.

"No, but does it matter? I'm still myself." Marco emphasized the point by flashing a toothy grin and hefting his package with a wiggle of his tail. Lucas reacted in the opposite manner, losing confidence in his next question.

"Do you remember what happened last night?"

Marco twirled a finger around the end of his sheath before licking off his fingertip in thought.

"No. I do not."

Lucas looked anxious.

"But you said you remembered me and that you've always liked my cooking, does that mean you remember anything before yesterday or the past week?"

Marco shook his head, throwing his tangle of hair around.

"I don't. To be frank, Lucas, I don't see why you're worrying so much. Are the memories themselves so important if the personalities upon which they are built remain intact?" Marco got up off the chair and stepped over to Lucas. Deeming it necessary to calm him down, Marco hugged Lucas tight for a brief moment, and then let go, taking in his reaction.

Lucas hadn't noticed before with Marco leaning in the chair, but he was now shorter than the newer werewolf. But besides that, he had gotten hard again when Marco's warm sheath squished up against his navel. Uncharacteristically flustered, Lucas looked away. He couldn't help but feel oddly submissive at the moment, and perhaps even a bit patronized. However, it wasn't exactly a bad thing.

"So you mentioned that you didn't recognize me initially?" Lucas mumbled. It was a strange sight to Marco, the jock shying away, but he couldn't exactly recall why. After all, Lucas was supposed to be like this, and Marco could tell that he liked it.

"When I saw your face, I partially remembered. But as I said, no details."

"Okay, let's get you to a mirror then. Maybe that'll help jog your memory."

"Alright, Lucas." Marco turned around and headed back to where he woke up, knowing that there'd be a mirror there, but not remembering why. Lucas followed, watching Marco's tail swish about above his toned rump.

The bathroom which Marco found his way to stirred up a few more muddled feelings and he eagerly sniffed about. A rank musk had settled into the room, leaking from every direction. Marco loved it.

"Well, do you remember?" Lucas pressed anxiously. He too, couldn't help but inhale the air hungrily, whether he noticed or not.

Marco looked into the mirror. A handsome face peered back. He had a large beard that encompassed his entire jaw, enough to connect with his long dishevelled hair hanging about all over. His ears were noticeably pointed. Though he didn't know, his eyes were no longer just brown as they were now a bright, piercing bronze. The rugged look made him smile a tad arrogantly, exposing the sharper than human teeth. Spotting some charred remnants from breakfast, Marco picked at it with a claw before licking over the menacing fangs with a longer than normal tongue.

Lucas didn't say a word as Marco inspected his visage. It was clear that he was doing a bit of inspecting of his own, Marco noted smugly.

Not experiencing a return of any memory, Marco took a step back to get a better view of himself. As he could tell, he had a body that evidently made even Lucas envious, with a muscle density and prominence that his jock friend didn't possess; all of which was covered with dark hairs that only served to enhance his masculine appearance. Once again, Marco couldn't resist making those muscles dance, giving each a good flex as he rotated around, showing off every inch of his naked body.

By now, it was clear that Marco wasn't going to recall anything.

"Heh, Marco, you're looking a lot beefier, how's that feel?" Lucas asked, eyes drawn predictably to Marco's flaunting.

"Awesome. But I don't have a reference point for not feeling like this," Marco replied with his back turned. At the base of his spine, a tail poked out about half a foot long and it flicked as if to emphasize Marco's point.

Returning his attention to the mirror, Marco cupped his genitals in both hands, pulling up the sack that drooped down his thick thighs. Watching Lucas out of the corner of his eye, he squeezed his sheath upward, which his large hand barely fit around alone.

The two had been standing inside the washroom for some time, giving it plenty of time to heat up and become stuffy, resulting in an arousing atmosphere that wasn't missed by either man.

As the lust built up, Marco felt a strength bubbling throughout his body. Egged on by his mounting need, Marco decided that it was about time Lucas helped him out.

Marco took a step away from the mirror and closer to Lucas.

"You asked me how I felt, how about you, what do you feel?" Marco flexed a bicep and raised an eyebrow. Lucas gulped a bit and gave his pants a tug. All those years he had dreamed, only to be in this moment now. He looked into Marco's eyes with a blush.

Not delaying any longer, Lucas grabbed Marco's bicep, marveling at its superiority to his own. He felt around its circumference, bringing his hands to Marco's tricep before running his hand down to the forest of armpit hair. Lucas stepped closer and Marco reached out to pat Lucas on the head. The athlete breathed slowly, inhaling Marco's scent, still harboring an earthy odor reminiscent of wolves under its sweaty overtones. Marco growled in approval.

Grabbing ahold of Lucas' shirt, Marco pulled, getting Lucas to remove his shirt so that his own athletic body was exposed. Now that they were so close, Marco began rubbing at Lucas' abs with his sheath, tickling him with the furry flesh. Slowly, it retracted, revealing Marco's canine cock, which leaked pre all over Lucas' core.

"Mind giving me a hand... or mouth?" Marco swung his hips slightly, making his dick wiggle enticingly. Lucas nodded subtly and grabbed the pulsing rod in his hands, admiring the thing that he thought was only possible once a month. Stroking rapidly, wolf pre was soon coating his hands as Marco pumped with minimal restraint. Every second of contact on his sensitive organ sent waves of pleasure in time with his heart. His already bulky thighs grew larger as his clawed feet expanded.

It wasn't long before the bulge of flesh had engorged at the bottom, and Lucas eagerly fondled it, using both hands to cup its girth and glide across its hot surface. Marco stared as his weight shifted slightly forward, tipping him closer into Lucas who reacted by bending onto his knees so that he stared directly at the crimson knot. His hand still sticky with Marco's pre, Lucas felt the fuzzy testes, getting the fur all mussed when at last he leaned in to lick the veiny organ. Starting from the knot, he ran his tongue up to collect the cock juices and upon reaching the end, took as much of the tip as would fit into his mouth.

The strength blooming from Marco's nethers exploded as his tip was suckled on and he toppled onto all fours, the feel of Lucas' lips sweeping over the dimpled tip causing him to abruptly blow his load into Lucas' mouth.

Getting what he didn't the night before, Lucas moaned lustily. Gobs of cum filled his cheeks and submerged his tongue with Marco's salty, musky taste in timed blasts. Though he guzzled it all down as fast as he could, Lucas was soon hacking up the excessive amount of wolf seed entering his gullet. He had to move out of the way as Marco continued to fire streams of cum which splattered onto the ground. After catching his breath, he wiped the viscous yellow liquid off his mouth and rubbed at his straining pants.

Marco, meanwhile, let out a triumphant whine as he stretched out his quadruped form, lapping at Lucas' hands and then back to his own still dripping penis. It felt far more amazing to be on all fours. It felt right.

Though he was still quite aroused, Lucas began to feel a bit worried seeing Marco down on all fours. In spite of his concern, a deeper desire argued over just how sexy Marco looked.

"Marco, you keep getting more wolf like," he finally said, a bit neutrally.

"Good. Is there a problem?" Marco couldn't see why there would be. He much preferred the feral power he had on all fours.

"Werewolves only transform every full moon, what if you're stuck like this?"

"I still don't see an issue," Marco stated blandly, rolling onto his side to continue to rub at his overly sensitive knot while admiring Lucas' front, muscles gleaming with his wolf seed. "Why would I want to be anything worse?"

"Hey," Lucas started, blushing again at Marco's blatant staring and masturbation while watching him, "as long as you're happy man. I like you like this too, but I only wish..." Lucas trailed off and broke eye contact. "Oh. How about this?" He took his phone out of his pocket and pulled up a picture of Marco and him posing together. Marco rolled his eyes but conceded and stared at the photo for a bit.

Seeing Lucas, whom he could never forget, standing alongisde a short, skinny guy with glasses kicked the cloud blurring his memories, throwing out a few scattered recollections that rebounded and proceeded to undo the twists that had gnarled his past after his overwhelming, albeit unconventional transformation. Like a camera focusing, everything became clear. Once again, Marco felt as if he had awoken, this time, still awake.

However, as the veil lifted off his mind, Marco only smiled wider. He couldn't get over how much better he was now. The scrawny awkward child was now the sexy, muscular wolfman, and he couldn't be prouder.

"What do you know? I do remember!" Lucas' eyes lit up at that. "Thanks, Lucas. I'm grateful for what you did." Marco stood back up and jutted his muscled chest forward. Everything was a lot simpler now, when before not only was he too weak to get what he wanted, it was too complicated anyway. Now things were a lot more direct. Beastial pleasures occupied his mind where arbitrary goals once bogged him down.

"You remember? That's a huge relief!" Lucas exclaimed with a slap to Marco's back. "I didn't want to lose yah."

"You never did, and you never will." Marco wagged his tail.

"But what about your parents? How are you going to explain this?" Lucas gestured at Marco. "You got even more wolf like, your ears, your tail is longer. Before you could pass as hairy but you've basically got fur at this point!"

Marco shifted a bit and posed at the opportunity, showing off the extra bulk he gained from the brief blowjob. Lucas blushed again and Marco snickered.

"So what? It's fine. I'll just tell them that I'm a werewolf."

"That should be a secret, man!" Lucas replied incredulously.

"But why? It's who I am and you too." Before Lucas could retort, Marco interjected. "If you're so worried, why not just move in together? Our own place so that we can be together, away from prying eyes. For your sake."

"Actually?" Lucas replied in shock. "That would be perfect! We could do whatever we wanted to!"

Marco laid down and sighed at the enthusing jock.

"Calm down, Lucas, no need to get all giddy. We can make it happen," Marco said as if he were berating a child.

Between the two of them, a plan for what to do was quickly ironed out and Lucas was overjoyed. Though Marco didn't act it as much, he was pleased that he figured out a way for him to be able to spend more time with Lucas. This way, he'd be able to make use of his wonderful canine body as much as he wanted.

Afterward, once Lucas had gotten over his excitement, he stood back up, focusing again. "You know Marco, we should probably fix the place back up for your folks. We don't want them to suspect anything."

"Knock yourself out," Marco said, following Lucas out of the bathroom.

For the next hour, Lucas went about diligently washing away all the scent markers that Marco had made, and cleaning the sloppy messes incurred, much to Marco's mild disappointment. Marco wasn't keen on helping to begin with, not that he could have done much on all fours, but gladly put his lengthy tongue to work removing the residues of the two's salty effluence. As he did so, he only got more lusty, and ended up sitting down to run his sack against the cool floor while fondling his sheath. All the while, he had to admit that Lucas was doing a pretty decent job, seemingly compelled by the notion of the two being able to live together without being found out.

By then, the sun had thoroughly heated the home once more and sweat had begun to pour off Marco's hair laden body. Since Lucas was also dashing about, he too had begun to sweat, using his removed shirt to wipe away around his body. Eventually, Marco stopped Lucas passing by as a glint twinkled in his eye.

"Lucas. I think it's time for a break," he demanded, rolling onto his back and letting his canine bits flop across his belly, sending a waft of scent upward. Lucas grinned and agreed immediately, the nearly half a day's worth of abstinence since the night prior already proving too much.

"I think I've done what I can," Lucas concurred.

Kneeling next to Marco, Lucas brushed across his sturdy frame, savouring the feel of Marco's bulk as the part wolf nibbled at his ear and neck.

"Let's get back to my room, hm?" Marco muttered into Lucas' ear. Again Lucas agreed, thoughts lingering on the exposed meat dangling between Marco's powerful legs.

Marco's room was the only place untouched by the cleaning. It was here that Marco once more pinned Lucas against the mattress, licking at the salty musky sweat all over the jock's armpits and chest as Lucas used his fingers to sweep across Marco's cock while nibbling on his canine ear. A thousand bolts of lightning seemed to light up his senses as Lucas' fingers skimmed the tip of his canine cock lovingly.

He was Marco's to claim, and he'd do anything to please his lover, his Alpha wolf. Fitting to this image, Marco shifted further into his wolf form, muzzle soon huffing down Lucas' back, pleasantly surprised at the seamless ease and pleasure of becoming even more lupine.

As the torrent of sensation flooded his mind following the penetration of his throbbing red rocket into Lucas' anus, Marco could only think about how blessed he was with his new werewolf body. Above all, though, he couldn't be happier being with Lucas, his mate and lover, to enjoy his feral heart with for the rest of their lives.