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Isaac sat down on the stone wall, looking up at the dark night sky as he took in great deep breaths of the cold night air. It hadn't been easy to sneak away from his home, what, with him being thirteen and all, but he had managed. It wasn't something he felt bad for doing, no; Isaac had been sneaking out for the past few years anyway, ever since he was eleven. Back then it had been even harder to slip past the guards in the family manor, his family's manor, but it had all been worth it. He had all been worth it.

Even if his relationship - let alone the more beastial side of it - was something that he loved, that he'd kill for, it just wasn't accepted as of yet. The year was 1842, it was February, two years after Queen Victoria had married Prince Albery, two years since Isaac had met who he had known was his soul mate. So what if it was a man like him, so what if the Church thought it wrong, Isaac knew his feelings, and he knew that he loved him. That he loved Mason.

Isaac sat down on the stone wall, but instead of the deep breath, he screamed in fright as he felt arms wrap around his midsection and pull him backwards. He fell, hard, onto someone, his attacker? With a forceful grunt, Isaac brought his elbow screaming into the side of whoever had pulled him back, it connected with a solid, harsh thump. His assailant cried out in pain, his grip almost instantly went flaccid, Isaac took the opportunity to scurry away and jump to his feet. He was just about to run back and kick the attacker a few times when he heard a very familiar chuckling.

"You've got to be kiddin'..." Isaac knew exactly who it was. "Mason?"

"In the flesh!" The younger boy choked out.

"You's a fuckin' twit, you know that?" He helped his friend up, grabbing him by the shoulders and shaking him. "I coulda killed you."

Mason snickered, pulling away from Isaac as easily as a nurse would from the grasp of someone with scarlet fever. The two made their way back to the stone wall and sat down, Isaac pulled Mason into a small hug. It had been months since he had seen him, felt him, heard him, and the days upon days upon weeks that he had been waiting for this moment, the fantasies he had dreamt of, the day dreams he had thought up, nothing compared to the feel of him.

"I missed you." Mason was only twelve, but sometimes, felt older than Isaac was.

"I missed you more." It was Isaac's turn to be the older one.

He reached down, placing his palm on Mason's neck. The younger boy's eyes grew wide; Isaac knew he always felt skittish when he did this. He felt him there, his now racing pulse, the quick, nervous breaths. Tonight was the night, tonight was the night that, instead of holding him, instead of giving him a small peck on the lips, it was tonight that Isaac would kiss him.

His tongue parted Mason's lips, worming his way inside of his mouth and got a good feel of this now nervous wreck. Mason didn't know how to react, all he did was hold still as Isaac explored more and more of his mouth with his warm, wet tongue. He felt the boy place a hand on his shoulder, holding on awkwardly, unsure of what to do. And that was fine. Isaac had no problem taking the lead with him.

Once he felt satisfied with the kiss, once Isaac felt as if he could do nothing more to this boy, he pulled away. The two of them looked at each other in the bright, ethereal light of the full moon, Isaac could see Mason's eyes were wide with wonder.

"Where'd you learn that?"

"Neighbor's daughter." Isaac felt guilty, especially once the hurt in Mason's eyes showed itself. "It's not... not like that."

"What'd you mean, 'not like that'? Aren't we..."

Before Mason could go on, Isaac pushed his face against his, kissing him again. The boy became even more flustered, a fierce blush on his face as Isaac went to work. After a few more reassuring kisses, Isaac pulled away, apologetically holding his friend, his boyfriend, in his hands.

"I have to keep up appearances. She's just someone that helps me not... not out myself."

"It wouldn't be so bad..." Mason looked down, smiling. "We could run away!"

"Nah, my family would find me quick. If mum found out what... about why I ran away with, who I ran away with, she'd have a heart attack, my da would kill me, and I'd be a public laughing stock." Isaac held hands, tenderly.

"But we'd be together." Mason looked at him, the tears in his eyes breaking Isaac's heart.

"I... I..." Isaac couldn't stutter out a response, he just pulled Mason in close and held him tight.

"Bah!" Mason laughed, pushing Isaac away from him. "I'm just kiddin'! I know your hoity-toity family needs to be all straight as a whistle! Even if," Mason reached down, feeling Isaac's small bulge, the action of which made the older boy gulp. "even if some of them are a little bent."

"O-oy..." Isaac's eyes grew wide. "Not... not 'ere..."

"Sorry." Mason pushed Isaac away from him, taking a few steps back. "Moon's out, gonna be any second now."

"Tsk... Wish we could have spent a bit more time together like this."

"Stop that complaining, I'll be the same Mason, just a bit..." The boy's eyes suddenly grew wide. "Hairy? Gah!"

Isaac reached a hand forward, but stopped. He had been assured by Mason that the transformation was only a little painful, but from the way the boy screamed, how he tore at his flesh, it certainly looked leagues more painful than he was letting on. It always started the same way; Mason's eyes would take on a devilish red hue. He'd grab his chest, and that's when the screaming would start; terrible, guttural howls that seemingly ripped his throat to shreds.

His face would, at the same time, grow long, and grow hair. His nose would shift into something akin to that of a wolf's nose, his jaw would push his human teeth out, replacing them with the sharp fangs of the same animal. As they clattered on the ground, large swathes of flesh and clothing would be torn from his chest, legs, arms, neck by his growing hands, hands which grew long, hands which grew terrible looking claws. His ears sprouted, becoming long, pointed things that rested above his red eyes.

There was a sickening snap as his legs broke, transforming into something digitigrade, something that made him a few feet taller than his human form. More large claws sprung out from his paws, each digging into the blood, soil, and flesh that laid before him as Mason fell on his hands. His back arched, growing muscle and flesh, fur and more fur. Isaac covered his ears in anticipation for the next event, the last event; Mason flexed forward, and roared. It wasn't a weak roar, no, he knew from experience that this very same roar could be heard miles away.

After the process was over, Mason rested there, panting loudly, his breath raspy in the cold night air of summer. Isaac looked on in wonder as he rose to his full height, maybe a full seven feet tall. Even if he had seen him like this several times before, the spectacle of it was something to be admired.

"Ew, ew ew!" Mason's voice was now deep, but still sounded like that of a childs. "Gross!"

He stepped away from the flesh that had fallen from his body and over towards Isaac. The two of them embraced again, but Isaac couldn't help but blush - being so tall, and naked, Mason's werewolf groin was pushed right up against his chest. The werewolf smelled of musk and fur, an intoxicating scent that always drove Isaac absolutely insane. He buried his face into Mason's furry, soft - yet muscular - belly, and took a deep whiff. It had been so long since he had smelled his companion like this.

The two of them sat down on the stone wall after they broke off from each other, neither one saying a word, instead opting to enjoy each other's company. At least for the time being, it didn't take long for Mason to speak up.

"Y'know, one little bite is all it takes..."

"To be a flea covered mutt like you?" Isaac gave a fake sneer before chuckling and grabbing a hold of Mason's large bicep. "We've discussed this. The doctor said I had bad blood, that I can't eat anything with meat. It makes my chest hurt."

"What if being a werewolf cures it?"

"What if it doesn't? Believe you me, I want to be like you, more than anything, but..." Isaac shivered. "I also don't want to starve to death."

"Fine." Mason huffed, crossing his arms.

"Oh, come off it!" Isaac smiled as he reached up, scratching under Mason's jaw.

It was almost comedical how fast the large, intimidating werewolf melted in his hands. He let out a dull, ecstatic whine as Isaac scratched, one of his legs even began to jiggle. If he scratched a bit higher up and to the left, Isaac could easily get him to start thumping his foot on the ground, but he knew that Mason was embarrassed about that.

"Alright, alright." Mason huffed, pulling Isaac's hands away. "I suppose being a regular, plain, old human is fine with me."

"It better be, because I'm your regular, plain, old human."

"You're also short. Smelly. So weak..."

This time, Isaac didn't hold back. He scratched that spot, and Mason again melted from his touch. He whined in pleasure as his foot rapidly thumped against the ground, he got so into it that he didn't even realize that his tip was poking out of his sheath. Isaac stopped when he saw that little crimson dot on the black fur, and giggled triumphantly.

"Someone really seems to enjoy the touch of the regular, plain, old, short, smelly, weak human..." Isaac poked at the sheath before getting down on his knees. "So cool..."

"What... what'd you mean?"

"Like... Look at it!" Isaac gleefully squished the sheath in his hands, laughing. "There's just... so much of you!"

He pressed his face against it, took a deep whiff of his groin, Isaac almost instantly felt himself get hard. Mason's tip poked out a bit more, so of course he reached out with his tongue and gave it a small lick. The young werewolf quivered, rewarding Isaac with a small spurt of precum, and a stiffening erection. Isaac went to work on Mason, licking more and more until his boyfriend was at full mast, his knot bulging around his sheath.

"Y-you wanna do this right here?" Mason eyed his decomposing flesh before looking around.

"Why not?" Isaac grinned, running his pointer finger down Mason's throbbing cock.

All and all, Mason was around seven inches long, before one reached his round, plump knot, which added an additional two inches to his throbbing, leaking length. Overall, it was an intimidating cock to see, and would terrify him if it wasn't attached to such a softie. The large werewolf was, already, panting, a large, clawed hand covering his muscular, yet extremely furry belly.

Mason's length was, overall, awesome, Isaac reckoned. His tip was shaped like a spout that leaked all sorts of wonderful, slimy liquids. It grew wider until the spout flared up to the rest of his throbbing, wet length. It had a few thick, bulging veins running down it, and had a reddish color to it, all of which led down to a fat, wonderful knot. A knot that was currently covered by his sheath.

"Can I...?" Isaac asked, looking up at Mason's red eyes as he put his hands on the sheath-covered knot.

"N-not yet..." This beast, this seven foot tall, muscular titan of a creature, was whimpering. And it made Isaac feel powerful.

"Fine, fine, I suppose I could," As Isaac licked up Mason's shaft, the young werewolf whimpered. "wait a few moments."

Isaac went to work, beginning to make this werewolf cock slick with his saliva. Mason didn't stop quivering, and he was careful not to take Isaac's head in his paws and thrust him upon his rod. He kept licking, licking all around the thick, veiny shaft, expertly flicking his wrist as he moved it up the same shaft. With a grin, he suckled the spouted tip, and was rewarded with a musky shot of precum.

He pulled away from the tip, the strand of the clear, slimy liquid pulling off with him, and went to work stroking the shaft before him even quicker. Occasionally, he'd go back, licking underneath the tip, and he'd giggle when a shot of the werewolf's precum would rocket out and hit him on his face. It was warm, and tasted of salt and, of course, Mason. With a thick film of pre on the werewolf length, Isaac decided that it was finally time, that his mouth wouldn't dry up.

"What was the record last time? Five inches?" He asked with a grin, much to the dazed, panting Mason's joy.

With that, he dove down on Mason's bulging erection, wet, sloppy noises coming from his posh mouth. If only his parents knew what he was doing right now, willingly, lovingly doing to his werewolf boyfriend. How he was licking down his shaft, tracing every bulge, every vein as he sucked. How Mason whimpered, how he was made to whimper by Isaac's expert mouth. He hadn't done this often, but he knew what exactly Mason liked, and he knew exactly how to do it to him.

The soft arcs of his tongue. How he'd flatten his tongue to lick a greater area, or point it to focus on something that would make him roar in pleasure. He'd not forgotten Mason's furry ball sack, oh no, for that, he massaged and rubbed it, feeling the thick, powerful orbs in his hand, feeling the juices they contained, the pleasure he'd get from them, and what came out of them.

He felt most of the back of his head get covered by a warm paw, claws out and trying their best not to dig into his skull as they gently pushed down. Isaac knew he would never be able to deepthroat Mason's werewolf cock - the human form, sure, his four inches were more than enough to handle - but he tried his best, opening his mouth, his throat, until he clenched up. Mason let off just in time for Isaac not to die in a fit of gagging. The boy worked up the throbbing, slick cock - which was covered in both werewolf precum and human saliva - and sucked hard as it came out of his mouth. It did so with an audible pop.

The two looked down and watched as Isaac stroked. Precum was pouring out, each heartbeat, each throb of Mason's erection, another wad spat out. He was a leaky werewolf for sure, and who was Isaac to deny him of pleasure?

With a grin, he went back down Mason's cock and began to suck hard. He knew that his boyfriend could never last long like this, he knew all the warning signs. Mason was maybe a few seconds away from shooting his load. When he felt paws hold his head down, Isaac knew what to do.

As Mason roared out in his orgasm, Isaac just sucked obediently, allowing his mouth to be used as the werewolf wanted it to be used. Mouthful after mouthful of pent-up werewolf he swallowed, had Mason even jerked off since they had last met? Mason's cum gushed out of his mouth, Isaac tried to swallow as much of this hard liquor as he could, but eventually his belly was full. With the feeling of fullness also came the unfortunate end to Mason's orgasm. The grip loosened, paws were taken from his head, and a cock was pulled out of his suckling mouth.

Isaac coughed up a bit as he wiped his mouth, and grinned as he looked up at Mason. The werewolf had his glowing red eyes covered with his paws, as if he was embarrassed at this. When he started to cry, Isaac couldn't do anything but sigh and jump up, hugging him.

"I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!" Mason roared out as Isaac hugged.

"Don't be, you poor thing. It's okay..."

"It's just... I went so fast..."

"Nothing wrong with that. I still love you, and if anything, it's good!" Mason pulled away, his eyes somehow more red from the tears.

"And why's that?" His voice sounded disbelieving.

"Well, for starters, my mouth was getting a bit sore." Isaac laughed as he rubbed his jaw. "And for me, it isn't about how long it is, it's about the fun we can give to each other. You had fun, right?" Mason weakly nodded, his ashamed expression not going away. "Good! I did too."

"But it was fast!"

"And fun." Isaac reached up and kissed the shy werewolf. "Besides, I think it's my turn to have fun now."

"W...what-what did you have in mind?" Mason watched as Isaac tore his clothing off of his scrawny frame.

"...damn these buttons..." Isaac growled, frowned, and tore the trousers off of himself. They came off with a sickening rip, but he wasn't worried. He'd just say he tore them playing a game with some friends, and the maids would fix them. With a grunt, he unbuttoned his underwear and slid them off as well, and there he stood before his boyfriend, as naked as the day he was born.

Mason looked at Isaac, looked at his groin. He felt a little proud of himself - as a werewolf, he was much bigger than his boyfriend, but as a human, well, Isaac was at least an inch longer than him. His tip still had the cowl of foreskin that Mason was lacking, and he even had a small bush of pubic hair that Isaac had wanted to take care of for some while, but hadn't found yet the proper tools to do so. Right now, the boys prick was throbbing, and was leaking a bit of his own precum. His five inch erection made Mason's heart beat a bit quicker; it was something he hadn't seen in a year, and now...

"By God I love that..." Mason reached down, putting a finger on Isaac's cock.

"M-me too... can you use... use your paws?" His voice was small and shy.

"Paws? Like my feet?"

"No. Pawbs." Isaac corrected. "Not feet. Humans have gross, ugly feet. Werewolves like you have paws. With paw pads. Plump and... and wonderful..."

"I... I guess I could. I didn't know you were into fee-"

"Pawbs."

"Right. Paws. Weirdo." Mason chuckled and sat down, Isaac took his place between his groin.

It was awkward to do, and made Mason laugh a bit, but he eventually was able to move his lower paws. Isaac took control a bit and put a hand on either paw, pressing the pads into the warm flesh of his cock, and shivered hard. He rested against Mason's warm sheath and balls, and began to hump. At first, it was a little difficult to do so; precum dried up, and it got hot, but he quickly pulled away and covered his cock in his saliva, pressing the paws against his length once more.

His cock pushed against Mason's pads, spreading them open as his length penetrated them. Each time he ran his length up them, it made him shiver with delight. Isaac had been waiting for so long that he was sure he was dreaming right about now, that he'd wake up at any second. There was no way his erection was being squeezed between two soft, warm pairs of paw pads, no way he was getting off with Mason's paws.

The more he thrusted, the more he realized that this wasn't a dream. He was actually fucking Mason's beans. He shivered hard, giving a few more powerful thrusts before he felt it. An orgasm. The first orgasm Mason had brought him to in so long. Cum like ropes rocketed out of his tip, they flew into the air for a moment before they came splattering down onto Mason's paws. His mind was racked with pleasure as he shot his large load, he himself hadn't jerked off for the past few weeks just to save up for this moment. The moment where he would coat Mason with his cum.

Once he felt Isaac's spurts stop, Mason let his paws fall to either side of him, grinning as his human panted loudly. He didn't know what pleasure that Isaac got from him rubbing... what was it, his paws? Well, Mason didn't know why Isaac liked it so much, but from the amount he shot, he certainly wasn't lying about liking it. Right then and there, Mason would have been content snuggling with his boyfriend until the morning, until they both were humans again, but Isaac turned around, a wild grin on his face. He knew this grin.

"That was awesome!" Isaac almost immediately went to work, pressing his hands into Mason's sheath, kneading and touching it.

"O-oh yeah?" Mason gasped. He could already feel an erection, already felt his knot swelling inside of his sheath.

"I've been wanting to do that for ages!"

At this point, Mason's tip, along with a few of his inches, was poking out, eagerly getting stroked by Isaac, who continued to talk.

"My good little werewolf boyfriend, so willing to do anything... Such a good little werewolf boy..."

"I-I am?"

"Yes you are!"

His cock grew much faster. Mason didn't know why, but being talked to like this made him hard quick. Within seconds, he was at full mast, yet still Isaac continued this wonderful, pleasurable, one-sided conversation.

"With such a wonderful, big cock, easily able to please me..."

"Ngh..." Mason's knot was bulging hard against his sheath, so desperately wanting to be released. "N-no... don't bring it out..."

"Come on... You know you want me to?"

Isaac used the precum that was already leaking from Mason's large, throbbing cock, and started to jerk him off with it. Simple flicks of his wrist, nothing more, but it made the werewolf cry out in pleasure. If one thing was for certain, Mason wouldn't last long like this. He went faster and faster, edging Mason, edging that sheath, begging for it to slip around that bulbous knot.

"S-s-stop!" Mason suddenly cried out, using his powerful strength to slightly push Isaac from his throbbing length.

"Admit it!" Isaac joked, poking the large beast. "You want to use that thing, but you're too worried about me!"

Mason looked down at the ground, his glowing red eyes seemingly looking at nothing. It was true. He had wanted to knot Isaac for the past three years, ever since their first encounter, but he had always been too scared to do it. It was just too big, he thought. There would be no way Isaac would be able to take it.

"C'mon!" Isaac grabbed onto his muscular arm and pulled back and forth, hanging off it like an ape. "What's the worst that could happen?"

"I could split you in two? I mean, look at it!" Mason pointed down at the sheath covered knot. "It's huge!"

"I can take it!" Isaac grinned, he turned around and stuck his butt up in the air. "Try me!"

Mason's eyes grew wide as he looked at Isaac's spread ass. So inviting, it must be tight, and warm. Whatever sense of nervousness he got, Mason fought through it. He got on his knees and bent down, taking Isaac's ass in his paws, spreading it, kneading it. The older boy whimpered and propped himself up with his elbows as Mason got a good look. Pink. Small. And... warm.

Mason leaned down and gave it a long, wet lick.

Two things happened. First, the taste of ass was immediate and unpleasant, but Mason made up his mind to suffer through it. Secondly, Isaac clenched up and shouted in surprise. Mason was quick to go back, licking again and again, the taste soon disappearing, the activity soon became rather fun. Isaac moaned in bliss as he did this, Mason wondered if anything like this had ever happened before for him. With his ass sufficiently wet, Mason got up, grabbing Isaac's waist and bringing him backwards, ever so slightly back until he pushed against his spout of a tip.

"Ready... steady..."

Ngh...

The two moaned in unison as Mason's precum soaked cock dove deep into Isaac's asshole. Tight? Yes. Hot? Yes. Fun? Absolutely. There was nothing, nobody, better than Isaac to satisfy Mason. No bar wench, no prostitute, nobody could make him feel like this, right at this very second. He didn't even realize just how far he was pushing in, the groans of pain that Isaac was making, until his knot pressed hard against the older boy's ass.

"Oh fuck, oh shit..." Isaac whimpered as he was held in place, as he felt Mason's cock throb inside of him. "Take... take it out..."

"Really?" Mason chuckled as he ignored the command. "I thought you could take it?"

"I lied!" Isaac squeaked.

"Nonsense." Mason whispered into his ear.

He began to rut this human, sliding his thick cock in and out of his ass like it was his. Come to think of it, Isaac's ass was, in fact, his. Mason grinned as he cupped Isaac's ass cheeks in his paws, his bouncy ass, it was all his. Each time his length flew into him, it was amazing. Mason was thicker in the middle, so each time Isaac was pulled down onto the hump, he slid as quick as lightning down the shaft until he bumped against Mason's knot. There were more than a few times Mason wondered if he really wanted to take his large, fat knot.

Soon, Isaac's groans turned into moans of pure pleasure, which frightened Mason. Sure, the thrusting was good, but it was the sounds that really got him off. The soft whumps of furry ball sack on fleshy ball sack, the squelching as Isaac's ass parted for his enormous werewolf cock, the wet splats as his ass bumped against his knot...

His knot?!

Mason looked down, frightened, and indeed, saw his glistening, red knot. His sheath had slid over the skin, and now he was exposed. Mason's knot was easily the most sensitive part of his body, now that it was in the open air and smacking against Isaac's ass, he couldn't help himself. Roaring loud, he thrusted it hard against Isaac, who cried out in fear.

"S-stop! You're right, I can't!!" Isaac tried to say, but Mason was having none of it.

"I think someone..." He muttered, huffing and panting as his knot pushed against Isaac's hole harder and harder. "Needs to be more honest..." Isaac was crying out in pain, but it didn't matter anymore, nothing mattered anymore except... "With his body!"

With a loud squelch, and a thud, Mason slid inside of Isaac. They gasped at the same time, each squirming in sheer, mind shredding pleasure as they experienced both getting knotted, and knotting at the same time, for the first time. Mason collapsed on his side, pulling Isaac down with him, and he held him close. He felt something warm and, terrified that his cock had jabbed right through him, and what he was feeling was actually blood, Mason pulled his hand away from Isaac's belly.

What he saw, however, with his sharp nightvision, was cum. The act of knotting Isaac had made the older boy cum. And cum hard. He chucked and wrapped his hand around Isaac's belly again, rubbing him. He felt his cock squirt rope after rope of cum deep into the boy's belly, but neither of them could say much for a few minutes. Indeed, the first to break the silence was Isaac, who let out a long, moaning, "Fuuuuuuuuuuck..."

"I knotted you..." Mason said, grinning a wolfish grin.

"You did. Holy shit..." Isaac murmured, feeling his bulging stomach. "You're still.."

"Uh-huh..."

"Wow... so much cum..."

Mason grabbed a hold of Isaac and propped the older boy up on him, making him straddle his larger body like one would a horse. He turned him around, still on his knot, and pulled him into a deep hug. With a warm sigh, Isaac hugged back.

"I said you were too big. How long can you stay knotted for anyway?" Isaac complained as he buried his face deep inside of Mason's warm fur.

"Hours. Days, maybe." Mason, if he was honest with himself, didn't know.

"Guess you'll transform back into a human before that happens." Isaac chuckled.

"Guess so. But I'd do it all again." Isaac smiled, burying his face even further into Mason's musky fur as he felt the claws of sleep begin to drag him into dreamland.

"Me too. Me too. Goodnight, my werewolf boyfriend."

"Goodnight, human."