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Ash braced himself and looked into the hole through the wall, smelling the fresh forest beyond, but it was too dark to see very far and the thick plants were not helping either. The edges felt strange, possessed and aware, green plants like fingers holding on so tightly, not letting the wall go.

Yesterday, this hole wasn't here. It was this morning where he'd just noticed a small gap, and this evening where it was larger. Tonight, as the moon shone bright, it was a hole big enough to step through

He was still considering it as he heard a rustle, warmth brushed his face, and Ash stepped back as something began to emerge. A snout, ears, a face; it was a wolf, but far larger. His head as big as Ash's chest, each paw as big as an arm. Moving not just with instinct but with intelligence, the giant wolf dragged himself through the vines. Werewolf? It seemed possible, as large feet came through and the great beast reared up on two legs, so Ash had to look up.

Tall and broad. Brown, grey, pale flecks on his chest. Monstrous, but not savage; inquisitive, curious, careful. Clean, followed by a deep scent he couldn't place. Breathing deep, steadying himself on the wall. Wandering, lazy tail. And a tall, proud wolf's shaft out of his sheath and up against his belly, leaving a damp patch. The scent was from his strong arousal, and on seeing the moon the creature let out a proud and disarming howl that scattered the birds from the trees and brought Ash to his knees. Announcing himself, the new wolf of the neighbourhood. This was Nick, a werewolf from the past, though he did not realise yet how far he had travelled.

That which made the wolf so frisky could easily have been some kind of spell, and that idea made more sense as Ash found himself edging forwards, getting closer despite his urge to run. Too many crazy ideas collided in his head. The howl was an advertisement, the werewolf was at least part human. In truth, all furry and dishevelled and as clearly needy as he was, he was extremely sexy and Ash would have kicked himself if he'd fled expecting the worst.

A moment of doubt from the wolf was quelled as he saw the way the human looked at him. Not what Nick had expected at all, but he smiled and helped the human back up on two legs, claws rubbing through hair as the only place with something like fur. His tail swept around Ash, and pulled him close to nestle his nose into fresh, wiry fur.

Ooof. Musk and warmth, the human held in furry arms, the difference in height even more substantial up close. It wasn't much of a stoop to begin teasing the tip of the wolf's frisky member with his own slick tongue. Not that much foreplay seemed necessary, but Ash wanted the build-up; his own stiffness raising a tent in his trousers. Claws were sharp, and while they turned out gentle against his skin they easily sliced through his clothing. Lines down his back, buttons gone at the chest, and a helpful hole from back to thigh. Nick found the wait maddening, his instincts unable to decide if he was feeding or fucking, but his conscious mind finding it a delight.

Ash's feet left the floor, as Nick growled and picked him up with ease. It was not a time for patience, but for action. The human looked down and felt doubt rising inside him as he saw the werewolf prod, compared its size to his body, looked worriedly into the wolf's eyes. For his trouble he got a slurp on the nose, the wolf spun him around to face away, and slowly that stiff canine tip began to work through shredded fabric and up into his rear. Resistance kept things slow, but Nick was very pushy, his werewolf pre-cum helping the act along. There were squeaks and whines from the pair of them, and it was a significant effort not to just ruin the man. Ash felt much better once he'd passed the first hurdle, certain he was squeezing much too tight. Snug. Warm. Nick gasped and held tighter.

Being humped by a werewolf. Ash felt all sorts of things, but excitement was winning out. It was remarkable, and he was flush with warmth and need, hands slipping down to fondle himself through his damaged clothes. He could feel the sticky effluence against him inside, hot and getting hotter. Shaft growing inside until it was too much, but he couldn't get free. Nick wanted to push deeper, the werewolf was getting antsy and shivery and eager to fulfill his need, moans and soft howls and eyes rolling and, and...

Suddenly, a cool sensation rushed over Ash, and Nick felt it too. The tightness faded, and the wolf felt he was getting deeper again. That huge snout tore through a sleeve, and sharp teeth broke through his skin and into muscle; it was a brief sting, and then it was refreshingly cool as well. Ahh. Something was different. Ash looked up, and his eyes beheld the moon.

Moon. Ash felt his thoughts stop, felt his body relax. Moon. Wolf and moon. As he was pushed down onto that shaft, his insides seeming like jelly, Nick moved to rest human hands against the wall, and then he humped in slow, deep bursts. Ash heard himself call out each time, noticed a developing growl in his voice. His sight changing, expanding, seeing much more of what was around him. Smelling the rich scents so completely. His shirt felt tight, and his trousers too. The sounds from his throat were much less human; too low, too high, too quick, strange and clumsy over his tongue. His body stretched, his skull clicked and his nose slid forwards, and a sharp tug pulled at his spine; Ash fired a burst of cream into his underwear with a loud, sudden howl. Changing. He was becoming a wolf. Despite his climax, he was still getting harder; that little load wasn't all he was going to give.

Hands against the wall, growing fuzzy black fur, their nails stretching and scraping the brick. His head already changing, ears yanked up tall, features quickly becoming difficult to recognise as anything but wolf. Fur poking out of his clothes, his growing body causing them to twist and tear; buttons popping, waist failing. A fresh tail, cramped and struggling against the fabric of small trousers. His feet, growing like his legs, bringing him down closer to the floor, allowing Nick more room to probe deep inside, becoming more of a match for that deep cock as he became more of a wolf. Yips, growls and howls brought the pair of them closer to feral in mind, with the lunacy of the Moon and their own instincts present and growing. As soon as Nick was in close to his knot, he slid back and rapidly pushed in again.

The shirt gradually split further, and rags slid off on their own. His trousers were now a source of irritation, so claws worked holes into the waistband until they popped off, falling in a pile around his feet. Now he was a tall black werewolf, darker than Nick's grey and brown, fur thickening to blot out his pink hide. Pads on hands and feet, big sharp points to his toes. His tail was free, continuing to slide and stretch and eventually he could move it where he chose. Even growing to eight, nine, ten feet tall, Nick still made him feel ever so full, riding him against the wall and leaking so much that he knew his moment would come very soon. Ash's feet finally touched the floor, and one of his forepaws slid across his long member, touching the tip and coming away wet. So very close to a second load, and now so different that he barely recognised himself.

With a whole new werewolf to fuck, Nick wouldn't last much longer. Pushing his newest packmate up close to the wall, the alpha gave him his length over and over, leaving a slippy tunnel and letting the air fill with moans and growls and scents. He left claw marks over wall and floor, which would confuse anyone who found it later. Paws kneaded, and teeth bit and pulled at fur, and the pair of them had a few squirmy moments as the grey forced his swollen knot up inside. Stuck close, Nick could only push and pull a little, but finally he gave a beastly cry and shot his sticky seed deep into Ash, who couldn't help but whine and flinch and paint the wall ahead with fresh wolf cum. The air was noticeably hotter now, and certainly stank of them both, and instinct sat back to let reason take over.

Ash was a werewolf now, just like that. Under the brightest moon, with his new pack leader, there he was. Tied, too, so the pair would have a good hour or two getting to know each other. Neither of them had said a word, from Nick's appearance to where they found themselves now. Flustered, as the aphrodisiac spell seemed to leave the pair of them; embarrassed, out in the open with the stars overhead and the woodland sounds and smells around, but not unhappy. At some point they might begin to speak about one another, but for now there was fullness, and intimacy, and the end of this tale.

-fin