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Heat of the Night Written by Leo_Todrius Commissioned by Pansy04

Gradually, with each passing moment, color was draining from the sky. The brilliant shades of sunset had gone, replaced with ever deepening blues and the emergence of the few stars that could overwhelm the light pollution from the city. Despite the hour getting later, the sidewalks were still full of pedestrians trying to make their way home after work, or heading out for a late bite to eat. Sebastian was certainly one of the former, feeling like a leaf caught in the wind as he moved through the crowds.

At nineteen years old, Sebastian was a bit waifish. He was six feet tall, but only a hundred and twenty pounds. His hair had been dyed with platinum silver streaks, contrasting with his cinnamon toned skin, and his jeans only accentuated his skinny legs and the roundness of his ass. His shirt clung to his thin chest, though he'd had to put on a denim jacket to keep all his body heat from being blasted away by the wind.

Sebastian had been accused of being an elf before, being so tall and thin no matter what he ate... If only they had any idea. The teenager looked down at his watch and then up at the horizon. He was running out of time. He bit his puffy lower lip before he pressed on through the crowds with renewed speed.

"Excuse me, pardon me... Oh, what nice shoes! Excuse me." Sebastian said, feeling conflicted between his own shyness and the urgency that was building inside of him. He moved on faster and faster, even risking crossing a street without the protection of the cross signal. He stumbled onto the other side just before cars streamed by. He was so relieved that he didn't see where he was going and bumped into someone. The impact was hard enough to knock him off his feet, but something strong and firm stopped him from falling back into traffic.

Sebastian was lifted up, coming groin to groin with his savior. The waifish twink looked up, his eyes widening as he looked at the handsome face of the man in his late twenties. His brown hair was buzzed short on the sides, but was braided and tied back into a short tail along the top. His skin was fair, contrasting with the thick, bushy brown beard that framed his face, and the low collar of his shirt hinted at both an elaborate tattoo, and a fair forest of chest hair.

"Careful there, wouldn't want to see you hurt." The man said. His voice was deep and sinuous, reverberating through Sebastian like a clap of thunder, traveling from his ears right down to where they touched. Almost at once Sebastian's shaft started to fill with blood, thickening and lengthening... but something else came with the building lust, something that the teenager could not contain. His carefully maintained silver painted nails started to stretch outward into claws, the brown in his eyes turned the shade of honey, and ever so gently his ears started to stretch into points.

"You're right, I am so sorry... excuse me sir." Sebastian said with a deep blush, unweaving himself from the man's arms before practically breaking into a sprint. He made it down the street, cursing himself under his breath as he fumbled with the key and made it into his apartment. He jogged up his steps, though each stair brought more changes. Sebastian's shoes grew tighter, the material straining and contorting before razor sharp claws pushed out of each toe. He grunted, a mass forming in the ass of his jeans, wriggling and working downward between the cleft of his firm cheeks.

Sebastian made it up to the third landing and opened his door, stumbling in as his shoes all but exploded outward, fleshy paws stepping down onto the wood. Sebastian turned around, setting the bolt lock and three more heavy duty restraints on the door. His neighbors thought he was crazy for having bars on his window on the third floor, or having so many locks. They thought such a small boy in the city was undoubtedly afraid... But just like the bearded man, Sebastian thought it would be a shame if he saw anyone else was hurt, especially from what he had become.

The silver haired twink went over to his bed and got out his handcuff, putting it onto his wrist. It dangled loosely around, but that wouldn't be an issue for much longer. Sebastian was panting and sweating, groaning. The mass in the ass of his jeans had been wriggling around as it grew, but finally it snaked free as a puffy silver tail wagging around behind him. It stretched longer and longer, getting thicker and wider. It descended down past his ass to his knees, then lower still, but it was getting so much wider as well, almost oversized.

Sebastian groaned out, not in discomfort but in lust as the groin of his jeans got painfully tight around his growing erection. Sebastian panted harder, reaching up with his free hand to wipe the sweat from his brow before he reached down and started groping himself, knowing that his building lust would unleash the beast within. He'd already had a hard enough time making it through work, seeing hot boys and men come in and out constantly, but nothing had prepared him to be in the arms of his savior, that bearded man that he had so wanted to kiss.

The teenager's lips parted as he imagined kissing the bearded man, giving himself to him, to do with as he pleased. Sebastian winced softly before his hand claws cut through his jeans, releasing a furious, hard, red shaft. He wrapped his fingers around the meat, giving it quick and decisive strokes, feeling the paw pads forming on his fingertips and palm. As he stroked himself off, his cock only surged and grew, the mushroom shaped tip engorging and stretching into a point as veins bulged, the base of his shaft puffing out, giving him the canine phallus of his true breed.

"Fuck me... Fuck me so hard..." Sebastian moaned, his voice dropping an octave, then two. His yellow eyes squeezed shut and he groaned, his chest filling out. The tight fabric strained before it began to tear, splitting out and falling in tatters as his pectorals swelled outward. The baby soft flesh of his stomach glistened with sweat as it firmed, islands of abdominal muscles rising out of the sea, forming into chains that stretched down to his bush as it turned from brown to silver, matching the dye in his hair and the natural color of his tail.

The denim jacket that the twink wore was getting tighter as well. Already the handcuff on his wrist was no longer loose, but Sebastian wasn't of a mind to focus on any of that. He worked his wolf cock off, jacking it hard and fast, panting and snarling as he tipped his head back. The meek, shy boy couldn't stand up against the wolf within. His teeth sharpened, coming to points, growing into fangs in his mouth. His ears got fuzzy on the back, starting to creep through his hair, the anatomy shifting until he had wolf ears on the top of his head. Silver and black fur erupted from his foot paws, his claws digging into the grooves of the wood floor as they flexed and unflexed.

Deep snapping and popping came as Sebastian's ribs started to swell outward, growing apart, taking up more space. What had been a flat chest was now thick with slabs of muscle, his nipples growing wider, thicker, heavier... A dusting of silver white fur sprouted from between them, spreading down his abs, connecting to his bush. His denim jacket slunk back, riding up his arms, slipping off his right arm with minor effort before it slipped down, dangling on the chain of the handcuff suspended to the bed.

Revealed in all its glory, Sebastian's shoulder blades grew wider, thicker, broader and taller. Thick rivulets of muscle pressed out down his spine and up his neck, giving him the build of a football player. What had been a prestigious, feminine ass with round hips had bulked out on top of towering legs. His biceps and triceps had bloated outward and filled in with thick strength, and his enormous wolf tail swayed behind him as his leg hair turned into fine, soft fur and got thicker and thicker.

Sebastian fantasized about finding that bearded man again... Maybe he was a barista, or a young professor... Or maybe a car mechanic. He'd track him down, thank the man for saving him. A few drinks, a date, all the flirting Sebastian could manage. He'd get that man to fuck his ass and drink from his cock while he did it. Sebastian would turn that man into his wolf daddy, his perfect mate. As the twink dreamt about that, he let out a howl, his jaw pressing forward as silver fur crossed it, ringing his eyes and crossing his forehead.

A series of grotesque and hypnotic pops and snaps came as Sebastian's lower jaw and nose pushed outward into a muzzle. His nose tilted up, the flesh darkening black and growing moist. His tongue thickened and widened, his face contorted into something far more canine. The fur filled in across his shoulders and down his back, wrapping his hips... but his change was far from over.

Sebastian fell forward onto his knees and free hand, grunting as the bed lurched and groaned, sliding out of its place toward him, connected by the handcuff still. With each breath, Sebastian's body grew larger. His chest rounded, his stomach grew thicker, the thick abdominal wall rounding as new muscle groups formed beneath it. His tail slapped against the bed and the night stand, swinging back and forth. The teenager's jaw grew wider, longer, thicker as his teeth expanded to fill up the extra space.

It felt so good to be big, so good to be strong... He was a werewolf, a predator... and yet, despite that, he wanted so much for his ass to be filled. He let out a whimper and a groan, sticking his ass up in the air, hiking his tail up. He could have anything, do anything, but what he wanted was his mate. He licked his lips slowly before he looked down at the handcuff his pitiful human self had put on... The constraints of human morality seemed so pathetic now, especially when the perfect man was so close.

Sebastian reached over with one claw and grabbed a hold of the chain, pulling on it. The metal groaned and stretched before it snapped. The wolf could worry about the cuff itself later, but for now he had to find that bearded man, his savior, his wolf daddy to be. He charged at the door, the entire wall rumbling as he hit it with his huge mass. He grabbed the chain and ripped it off the wall, then he tugged on the door. It groaned and resisted. The wolf growled harder and pulled again. The metal warped, the wood started to splinter, but it was the hinges that gave out first, snapping.

The wolf threw the door to the left, the locks unable to hold on to such a lateral move. With nothing holding him back, the silver wolf dropped down to all fours and charged down the stairs, circling around the three landings before exploding out of the front door in a shower of small pieces of glass. He skidded out onto the sidewalk, his cock letting loose a web of precum that splattered across the cement.

Strong, deep snorts filled the wolf's nostrils as he raised his head to the sky... Masculinity, strength, the hint of hay and spice. The wolf licked his lips slowly, the base of his cock engorging into a knot. It had been a curse, all of this time, to have his lycanthropy emerge any time he was horny... But now he would find his savior and share the blessing with him. They would live lives of blissful, horny wolfdom together, and they would be happy forever after. The wolf let out a deep, resounding howl that could be heard for blocks before he broke into a full run, charging down the street, sending people running in every direction.