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Description: Kevin, a mild mannered young wolf, always dreamed to be something better. Someone...stronger. The kind of wolf his friend is. One who runs free at night with his pack. One that lives only by his own creed. One that, according to popular belief, must feed on blood every full moon, as dictated by his curse.

That's all rubbish, right? For who would trust books when your own friend is a freaking werewolf? In this story, we explore Kevin's path to become One with the Pack in both body and soul and...other things of intimate nature.

Story written by me, Siranor

***To be a Werewolf***

The homely smell of the log cabin he dwelled within caressed his nostrils as finely as the blankets he covered himself with. Back propped against the head of the bed's frame, comfortably supported by two pillows, Kevin continued with his reading. He loved how tranquil the atmosphere of his home away from home was. Here, he had nothing to worry about. No job, no pestering friends from work. None but himself. He paid no mind to the wind howling gently through the moonlit trees that surrounded his secluded cabin. He tried not to think too hard on his special friend's visit either.

But that wasn't easy. With each page flipped gently by his neatly trimmed claws, he softly mumbled his favorite facts about the race that dwelled within these pages. A race as old as the world itself, secluded in mysteries and whispered of in legends.

"This is so factually wrong I might just climb up a tree and call myself a cat." Kevin's hackles rose briefly before his contorted muzzle relaxed back to its tranquil state. He sighed. "Full moon transformations are not nearly as involuntary as you describe, Kenrith. Where the hell did you get your werewolf facts from? Wikipedia?"

Skipping over the whole ritual part of the transformation, the young wolf frowned even further. It angered him so much to find so many erroneous takes on the bits of information he got directly from a living, breathing source. Few of the brave assumptions posing as facts written between these pages had merit, yet the whole world out there started to believe in them simply because Kenrith said so.

"There has to be something spicier in here besides lazy copies of folktales." The young wolf flipped the pages quickly until he reached the mating rituals chapter, licking his whiskers in anticipation. He barely laid eyes on the horrendously censored male representation of a werewolf when the sound of a cannonball slamming against his front door made him jump out of his bed, heart racing in his chest.

"What the..." Kevin drew a deep breath. He couldn't let emotions make the decisions for him in a possibly dangerous situation. That was not the way of the true wolf. Remembering his friend's Akhnar's wisdom, Kevin grabbed onto the ornamental sword mounted above his trove of werewolf books chilling in their dwarf-sized bookcase and slowly left the room.

"Darn," he cursed to himself when he was met by total darkness in the upstairs hallway. Contrary to the popular wisdom that anthros could pierce the veil of darkness with their superior eyesight, Kevin saw...absolutely nothing. Only the vague outline of the corridor his trepid paws wandered along...until he found stairs. Climbing down gently, with his bare paws barely clacking on the carpet-covered boards, he picked on the heavy breathing of his intruder, as well as his stench. He just stood there on the doorway with the shadows of his large, well sculpted body painting the image of a monster in the moonlight spilling through the spaces previously filled by Kevin's heavy wooden door.

"Hrrffff," the intruder seemed to search for something. His handclaws scratched the wooden wall until they found what they sought.

Fiery incandescent light suddenly cast out the darkness, forcing Kevin's watering eyes to close for a moment. When they opened back up, his heart started to beat a little bit faster in his chest. The hulking behemoth that broke down his door not only stood as tall as the door itself, but he...was...dirty! Mud and blood alike caked on knitted strands of what should've been fur as black as the starless night. And that wasn't all. He wore nothing but the filth of the outdoors, his bare gender almost putting a blush on Kevin's face.

"Erhmm, that could've gone better." Kevin said.

"Mrrfff...you think?" the stranger's gruff voice sounded as intimidating as he looked, big and muscular like any werewolf had the right to be.

Rather than dwell on the frighteningly beast-like state of the intruder's body, Kevin's eyes met the stranger's own. Two amber spheres that burned with irritation. Like his fearsome snarl, they told a story that could unman any lone wolf, but Kevin stood his ground, and not only that. He stood his ground with a smile!

Climbing down the rest of the stairs, he pointed the silvery tip of his blunt sword at the fallen door that creaked under the heavy weight of the intruder's footpaw.

"How many times have I told you to knock?"

"Hrrr, plenty," the black lupine creature went around the door and grabbed it from its top, easily propping it back into its savaged hinges with his burly arms. "'pologies fohrr the door. It was stuck. Latch too little for my meaty paws."

Kevin descended the last few stairs, hardly able to hold in his chuckle. Something about the raw way Akhnar spoke in infused him with a type of happiness he couldn't just find in a book.

"That's what knocking is for, you big lump of muscles." He patted down the shoulder of his hulking friend, an area where he could still feel dry fur rather than blood and dirt. "Let me know when a softer touch is needed. I'm here for you as much as you need me to!"

"Wished not to disturb." The werewolf grunted with pleased appreciation for Kevin's offer. "Your scent faint on ground level. Meant you upstairs, in the bed, taking a nap. Or wishing to be intimate with your paws."

His suggestive grin heated Kevin's blood instantly. "Heh," he excused himself with a polite nod towards the impromptu work the werewolf did on the door. "As if I ever can find enough time to do whatever you suggest when I know this lovely cabin will look upside down if I'm not around to serve you with my...gentle touch." His playful eyes went over Akhnar's body quickly, pausing not on the arousing beauty of a sheath nestling between his thick, shapely haunches. "Speaking of gentle touches, you are positively vile. Eughhh, whose blood is that?"

"Answers later. For now, need wash. Water room?"

Kevin realized that pointing the way towards the -bathroom which could hardly be called such without a functional bath- was pretty much useless with a brute trampling his dirt all over his fine wooden floor.

"Apologies to bring forest dirt in your homely den. This place looks...grrrr..great." Akhnar winced when his wide strides almost knocked down a vase from its perch.

"Not without its special guest in it, no. Here. I'll guide you" he grabbed onto his friend's great hand, wincing briefly in disgust at how wet it felt. "Owwrfff, your paws are wet too? Please tell me it's water and not-."

"Blood. Hunted with the pack. Feasted on flesh. Hrrr, go. To wash, we go."

With the werewolf in tow, Kevin showed him the door. He regretted not walking through it alongside him once Akhnar made it clear he wished to divest himself of the grime encrusted upon his fur all by himself.

"It will go way faster with two pairs of hands, you stubborn brute." Kevin said from the hallway, kneading the carpet with his foot claws to keep his mind rooted in the present. As much as he loved to fantasize about his friend in his crammed city apartment, sporting a leaky erection right now was not the most dignified way to make himself at home.

"Perrhaps. But if mind is ensnared by feelings, trapped by scents, stolen by instinct...curiosities will go unanswerred."

He sure was right about that. Ever since his gorgeous visitor started with that meticulous washing ritual, Kevin's eyes remained firmly glued on his pristine form. How his fur undulated along with the passing of that soaked cloth along his lush, muscular arms. How his pecs bulged when he changed directions. Werewolves truly achieved the epitome of physical greatness in Kevin's eyes, and his friend Akhnar definitely had plenty of reasons to brag with.

"Pup?" he turned his wet head to the exit, where Kevin sat straight with his back against the wall and an uncomfortable shy feeling about his eyes. "Can come here. Helping, better than waiting."

"N-no, no. I prefer to wash. Watch you wash," Kevin briefly stuttered. "I watch while you wash and think about things, like-like those funny facts I've read in Kenrith's 'Moon of the Wolf'." He got excited now that he found a footing for his stumbling, mumbling string of a makeshift dialogue.

"Moon wolf...sounds like...bad name given to sickly pups."

"No, no, Moon of the wolf. It's an anthology of werewolf related facts, like...here's some I remember." Kevin dragged his voice, paused for a moment to collect his thoughts, then looked away from the most enticing and distracting form of his real werewolf friend. "Kenrith says you have an unseen connection with usual wolves that exceeds any normal bonds. Almost like telepathy. You cannot communicate with them directly, but you can influence their emotions. Sometimes to such extent they will do what you wish."

"Hrrr...we're no human lords, to command anything. If wolf follows us, is because they choose to."

"Yeah. I know. Kenrith's wisdom is worth less than the paper I use to wipe my arse with." Kevin chuckled. "Wanna hear more of his so called facts?"

Akhnar grunted.

"Ok...so besides control over four legged lupines, werewolves must feast on men flesh every full moon at least once, lest they lose control of the beast within. Crazy, right? How he still believes there's two sides of being a werewolf. Human... and beast."

"Beast is bad name given by humans to creatures they no understand." Akhnar squeezed the water from his messy rag, washed it a bit through the barrel, then resumed cleaning his sides. "New werewolves, unaccustomed to enhanced senses. Especially human made ones. World...too vibrant, too exciting, too...wild when smelled with fresh nostrils. Seen through better eyes. Grrrhhh, beast? New werewolf is more like...pup. Tries to understand. Tries to make sense of surroundings. To bond with packmates. Only hunt prey. Human flesh, unappealing. Too stringy for us."

"I contest none of what you said." Kevin said quickly. He already felt his ideas slip from grasp under the humongous admiration he had for his friend's highly intelligent nature, even if the words spoken by him could come out in better constructed sentences sometimes. "There's one last fact I remember...but it's ridiculous."

"Hrrrhhh?" when he looked to him that way, with those curious amber eyes, Kevin's knees almost felt weak with excitement.

"Well...he thinks you greet like hyenas once you reunite with the pack after long periods of absence...reaffirming your status within the pack by..." he looked down at that, unable to match Akhnar's already twisting muzzle. "Sniffing each other's genital regions." He expected his friends to burst into a fit of coarse, growly laughter, but he certainly planned for him to ponder the words he heard in plaintive silence. "I knowww! That's so absurd! I'm sorry to even bring this ridiculous 'fact' to your discerning ears, bud. Kenrith thinks you're some half-witted beasts that have to sniff each other's butts to know where each of you stands in the pack. I may not know a lot of the real facts myself, but even I know better than to-"

His words died in his throat once Akhnar's cloth slid down between his well toned legs. Though he kept to his thighs, Kevin's eyes could not fully keep away from the generous package that hung between his legs. A sheath as plump as one could get weighted down by two generously sized fruits that jingled in their soaking wet pouch with the motions of the werewolf's cloth even when his scrotum was all pulled up due to the water's chilly touch.

"Alright, I'll stop. I know I'm not funny, and the least thing I wish is to trip over something that puts a snarl on that beautiful muzzle that is a bit more creased than I'd like to see."

"Mhrrr...sniffing...not entirely untrue. Humans see world. We smell it." He paused to swipe himself between the legs, much to Kevin's embarrassed peeking. "Although unnecessary between wolfbrothers, pack renews bonds through scent-taking rituals. That how we see our world. In scents. In tastes. We tell more from sniff than human writes in whole book."

"That's...wow, that's-"

"Fresh packmates must pass ritual. Alpha first tastes them, then, if findings agreeable, werewolf must taste alpha back. Is like...handshakes, but deeper. Better."

Kevin felt all flustered from this burst of knowledge. He ran his claws along his own arms in failed attempts to distract himself from the burdening fantasy of Akhnar approaching him slowly on all fours with his eyes fixated on his crotch, jaw all but drooling at the opportunity to taste the wet tip of the cock that's been barraging the fabric of his boxers for a while. How pleased would he be with his scents. Would he even go as far as to...lick his tip? Shuddering prickles of sexual excitement raced along his fur, making his hairs stand on end and his half-aroused member throb all the harder.

"Wh-what happens if the initiate spills his seeds on the alpha's tongue? By-by accident." He quickly course-corrected the stupid thing that just crawled out of his tangling tongue, much to Akhnar's amusement. With his wash cloth trading each of his thighs for the in-between where his maleness hung, the werewolf had no gripes about the pink tip spilling out of his sheath with each swipe of cloth around his plump cock-home. He washed himself as serenely with Kevin watching as he'd do it behind closed doors, paying no more attention to the increasing girth of his member than he paid to the stimulating shudders that forced his lips to curl above his fangs and made his back slouch ever so slightly with the instinct to thrust. Indeed, he washed even his knot. A place that no self respecting canine like Kevin dared to touch out of fear of spilling the precursor of his seed out into the open with but a slight amount of pressure on his special spot.

"Spilling seed..." Akhnar continued over the silence that deafened the room. "That makes Alpha very happy. Means pup is happy. At ease. Excited to share himself with rest of the pack. Alpha not only appreciates eagerness. They read packmate by the taste of essence better than humans read themselves. Humans need years to know each other. Alpha, mere seconds."

The dance of pink and black, the back and forth rubbing of wet cloth along shapely male bits, the excitement of witnessing his friend accidentally unleash his first string of pre whenever his member gently throbbed with newly pumped blood...it all embarrassed the watching wolf as much as it enticed him. He wanted to keep on looking. Hell, if crippling shyness was not part of his character, he would've taken the few steps and help his friend out with the washing procedure.

Yet, just like the many times before when his courage faltered, Kevin remained rooted in place, unable to move, unable to even look further at that lascivious display. Eyes moving towards the ground, he quickly broke the silence with the first thing that came to his mind. The monthly hunt.

"Y-yes. Right. The questions. I have quite a lot of them to ask, since Kenrith's been of no help whatsoever. Starting with the most obvious... how was the bonding ceremony this time?"

"Messy." Akhnar started off with the usual habits of his monthly full moon stag hunt with the pack. He continued along with the steps Kevin knew well so far. The feasting on fresh flesh. The grooming of blood. The bonding with his brethren, which involved a bit more than just cleaning each other's fur off blood, and then...a different type of hunt. One that involved humans.

"Pup seems...distraught."

"That's because he is!" Kevin scowled, all of a sudden. "You could've started with this as soon as you came here. What if you were shot?" He took a step closer. "What if word would've gotten out?" Another step followed. "More would come, and then..." Kevin paused once he was one foot into the washing room. Words caught in the young wolf's throat, but instead of looking weak, he grabbed onto the door's frame to look determined instead. "Please tell me this isn't what it looks like. Relocated? What's that even mean? You mean like...pieces of them got scattered all around the...is that their blood??" he pointed a crooked finger at his master's lower legs, still matted with stripes of clogged blood.

"Hrrrawww!" Akhnar threw his head back. The black beast's laugher was so coarse, so wholesome, he seemed to be choking. "Harrrdly." He said once his calm demeanor returned somewhat. "Stag blood. We always catch the biggest."

"Thanks the Packlord's blessed paws for that." The smaller wolf let out a huge sigh of relief. "I almost...haaaah, I almost thought you..."

"Neverrrr. Human meat, too stringy. Difficult to reach. Must tear many layers of clothes, rahhh. Can tell what happened after, if ears still receptive to tales."

"No, no, I think I had enough tales for tonight. Besides, I already know how this goes. You feed the blessed earth that holds your hunt in balance with the stag's life-essence, feast on his succunelt flesh as equals, and by that, I mean, really as equals. Sharing bites, kisses, and all that. Finally, to mark the end of your wild celebration, the entire pack wets the ground you dined over with a bit of your own pungent essence. I know that bit too well from the times you climbed into my bed reeking of wolf piss. Now, can we go back to the hunters and how you, errr, relocated them?"

"I charged at them."

"You...charged at them? Like a bear? What if they took you for one? You know how shit they see at night, full moon or not. I could barely make out the steps I took along the upper corridor when you broke your way in like the bear we speak of!"

"Hrrr, already requested forgiveness. I ask again, if need." Akhnar resumed his washing. He first cleaned his cloth in the water barrel, imbued it with plenty of water, then allowed it to slide along the athletic thighs of one of his legs more sensually than a werewolf of his stature should have. "They stank of fear, strong as the earth we marked. When heard our howls, humans scattered like pups before alpha."

"But they had guns!" Kevin drawled out.

"We know to survive their sharp-thing shooters." Akhnar said with confidence. "Been here when forest covered whole world. Hunted with pack before they learned how to cover their nakedness with pelts."

"I knowww. Unlike that bum of a writer and wanna be researcher Kenrith, I dug deep into the real history of the werewolf kind. Still...they're dangerous. I wish you would take greater care around them. Today has been a door, but next month..." Kevin looked down, unable to even imagine the beautiful form of his friend laying on the ground, wetting it with his own leaking life essence. "I just don't want to wake up to a different sort of bang, and you, in place of a fallen door."

"Hrrfff..." Akhnar looked into his eyes, then beckoned Kevin to approach.

He did...then all but gasped when a strong arm pushed him tight into a fierce embrace. Akhnar hugged him HARD, so hard his nose could smell nothing but his musky, still unwashed scruff, his body, feel nothing but warmth and heat.

"Bud..." Kevin choked. "Bud...you're...going to sacrifice me to your gods...if you squeeze me any tighter."

Even though his words said so, Kevin's parched need for affection loved every second of it. He imagined himself often in this scenario, with his body pressed against his friend's, his strong arms locked around back...

His massive sheath pressing so tightly against his own... Covered by pants as he might've been, the heat of Akhnar's poking pink head still passed through, making the young wolf increasingly aware of how hard his own penis throbbed. Thump, thump, thump, his heart thundered in rhythm with his cock, each surge of blood tickling his prostate with lashes of teasing bliss. He knew he'd squirt...but what if he would just cum instead? Wasn't that a horribly embarrassing sight for Akhnar to witness? A big, wet splotch on his friend's pants. A stamp of shame only cubs bore!

"Mate...mate, you need to wash quite more thoroughly along your back." Kevin struggled to pull back from the hug. "Maybe...try jumping into the barrel. It looks sturdy enough to hold even your brutish form."

"Will do, in moment. Now, we bond." Akhnar wasn't letting go, and Kevin couldn't wait another second with his naked tip tensing up on the verge of shooting its load.

"You stink!!!"

"Good stink. Of nature! Of strength!" The werewolf's reaction was not what he expected. He rubbed him playfully instead of feeling insulted, and rubbed his cheek with Kevin's own. Damn brute. How could he be so oblivious to discomfort? Instead of feeling annoyed like any normal anthro, he was just....so unusual! So big, so warm, so...unpleasantly arousing in this situation!

"Ffff-fuck," Kevin whimpered as wet spots started to appear on his pants, hot and fresh. Water, just of a different, slicker type. "It's not good stink, you dense bastard! You smell of death and piss and whatever crap you brought along from the forest's floor. Please, just-just clean yourself properly when you are IN MY HOME!"

"Apologies for mistake." Akhnar's grip rescinded its dominance, just like his cheerful demeanor. "Hrrfff, told you how way of the wolf is. Raw. Direct. Absent...finesse."

Kevin grunted when he got a pat on the shoulder rather than enjoy that hug he loved for a few more seconds.

"Can help wash dirty wolf in barrel. If want to."

"Alright. Only because I'm not going to allow anything other than a perfectly pampered pop to climb upstairs in OUR bedroom once we are done here."

Once Akhnar climbed in, Kevin grabed the cloth in one hand, a brush in the other, and started scrubbing through his thick, black, mangy fur.

"Ehmm...sooooo, you said there's no way for a thin wretch of a wolf like me to join the pack unless I become one of you? Until I'm a...a werewolf?" Kevin's voice stuttered once he imagined Akhnar hugging his bigger, stronger form, their sheaths mashing together just like they had done moments ago.

"Hrrfff, such is the custom." Water spilled around him as he turned around and laid a burly hand on the smirking pup's head. "But being werewolf is...not something to decide quickly. Life becomes different. Like sun and moon. I present change...but up to pup to accept change. Still interested?"

Kevin nodded. Not only was the hand on his head a lovely thing to have, so big and warm, but his friend's supportive demeanor, his gleaming, excited eyes...that only enhanced his desire to become part of Akhnar's pack. He but had to make a few changes, as per the werewolf's pieces of wisdom. First, the transformation itself. Contrary to the popular belief -including Kenrith's own writings- transforming into a werewolf form, whether you were human or anthro, was neither mandatory nor uncontrollable. The desire to become your true, better self simply presented itself as an annoyingly hard to scratch itch; a desire that always lingered in the back of your head long as the bright moon shined high in the sky. Akhnar compared it to holding back release when deep inside a loving mate, a comparison that flushed Kevin's cheeks a hot red underneath his fur.

"What else?" He quickly sought to change the subject.

"Renew bonds with the pack every full moon." Akhnar said simply.

"Yeah, I got that bit down ever since you decided to embrace your bigger, furrier side." Kevin chuckled.

"Being werewolf, life commitment. Like choosing mate."

"What else?"

Akhnar started talking about the enhanced senses that came with being a werewolf. He lingered greatly on the responsibility part that came with this newfound strength. Above all, werewolves were shepherds of mankind. Ever since the ancient times, they showed the way forward for the other, weaker, shorter lived races as impartial arbiters. Because of this fact alone, everyone that chose to make the change permanent had to distance themselves from their usual lives. They were allowed few, if any friends, no family apart from their werewolf pack, and no lovers. Werewolves also respected all sentient life so much that they never killed men without a very good reason to, even if men attacked first.

"That sounds bogus. Why would you not retaliate when someone's shooting at you?"

"Hrrfff...other paths, besides fighting. Pup has much to learn."

"I thought you said that strong emotions can trigger the change into the werewolf form if my own life is threatened."

"Is true, but werewolf runs as good as fights."

"Hmm, I guess I'll decide on the spot, were I to ever find myself in a craptastic situation with a gun pointed at me. Anything else I should know?"

"Mrrhh, yes. Last part. If pup chooses to become true werewolf, he must live as werewolf. Court werewolf mate, couple with werewolf every full moon for duration of year. Is different life...not suited for all of pup's kin."

"Do you ever think about who you were before?"

"Nrrfff..." The sound of the splashing water interweaved with his pensive growl while he washed his neck, then his ears, and finally, his throat. "Regret...no regret. Being werewolf is like priest meeting god. Walking with god. Living with god. Every day is blessing."

"That sounds like...quite the experience." Kevin chuckled. He had more to say. He wanted to. Yet somehow a humorous touch felt like a fistful of mud shoved into Akhnar's clean water. There was just not a good way to poke fun at Akhnar's simple way of life without making his own desires lesser by extent. So instead of talking, he began scrubbing. Rumbling in approval, Aknhar directed his hands along the rest of his upper body, his burly hands guiding his petite ones exactly as he mentioned before, like a shepherd of his kin.

Satisfied with his perfectly clean fur after a thorough session of scrubbing, the werewolf got out of the barrel, dried off with a fluffy towel offered by Kevin, then handed it back with a curious glint in his eyes.

"Pup's eyes gaze beyond fur. Past flesh." His fingers gently wrapped around Kevin's frail throat. He came close. So close their noses almost touched. "Pup wants to join pack. Tonight."

"Nffff, that's...not entirely mistaken." Caught with the lie on his lips, Kevin dipped his head in shame. "I really hoped we had this talk in bed, I mean, in better circumstances," he shook his head off the lascivious scenarios where he spooned with his werewolf friend shortly after the ritual. "But yes. I want to become one of you. I want to...be like you."

Akhnar grunted, his grip receding as he turned his back to Kevin. "Pup speaks out of excitement. He knows little of werewolf's way. Life, change. World, change. When moon is full, pup has to be there. Cannot miss. Has to be there with pack no matter what. And has to pick werewolf mate to make transformation permanent."

"Yes..." Kevin whispered. "Yes," his voice picked up. "YES!" Upon repeating that a third time, he rushed to his friend and hugged him hard from behind. "That's been my dream for longer than I've known myself. To belong in a pack. To be surrounded by people that get me. To...make love to someone honest, someone that is not tainted by the rules of the society I'm inevitably part of. Gosh, you smell so nice..." Kevin's voice trailed off into soft, dreamy mumbles. You've no idea how many times I spilled my essence to the thought of you embracing me as an equal, from behind, with your cock deep, deep inside me...

"Hrrrarhhh." Kevin's pillar of wet, muscular fur shifted, and he almost fell flat on his face, were he not quickly embraced by Akhnar's comforting arms. "If pup made choice, seems he pup no more."

Kevin grunted under the might of the patting he received, then sighed in bliss once the two separated after that most wholesome of hugs. "Follow," Akhnar said. "But leave coverings here."

"Why? What's wrong with my clothes? I got them wet, but so would you...were you to wear something in the first place."

"Will see."

"Yes. I'll see with my clothes on, thank you very much."

Grunting his usual disapproval, the burly werewolf led Kevin back to the living room. He had him sit away from the space he created in the middle of the room, moving the dining table along with every chair until everything made an imperfect circle around the place he pointed at.

"Pup must enter moon shape I created. Then, pup gives offering. One of fur. One of blood. One of seed."

"Sss-seed?" Kevin's tongue almost tangled in his mouth. "Do you really mean I have to pleasure myself here? In this exact place?"

Akhnar nodded. "Pre-seed will do fine, if seed comes hard to spill." His voice sounded confident and stern, betraying no hint of amusement.

He really meant this...didn't he?

"Ah, what the heck," Kevin shrugged off the temporary embarrassment that made his fur burn with heat. He but had to imagine himself as a big, fearless werewolf like Akhnar, and all his worries melted away in a different type of heat. One of excitement. One of...lust for a better future. With the small knife proffered by Akhnar, he easily sprinkled both of the first offerings in a circle around him, but the last one, the seed, proved a tad more complicated.

"I'm not sure I can do it with you looking at me like that." Kevin fussed. This was the fifth excuse he invoked, and every time he was met by the same intense stare paired up with a deafening silence. "I understand the purpose of a ritual, but why can't I run upstairs, flip through my favorite stash of instant sexual stimulation, fill up a glass, and come with the offering down here? It all seems much easier when we both have our privacy. I gave you yours during your washing, haven't I?"

"Mrrfff." The black werewolf's lips raised slightly above his fangs. This was the first time Kevin saw him get irritated...and he felt nothing but small before such a striking, muscular giant. He remembered what separated him from being eviscerated by huge claws and sharp, ruthless fangs. One rule. Just one flimsy rule in the werewolf history as small as the circle he found himself in.

"I-I'm sorry. It's just...I never did this with someone so close to me. Not a friend, not a lover, not a...mate." He sighed with sadness. "I'm alone. I've always been...alone."

"Such is every pup when born. They come into world, naked. They step out of den, naked. Is pack that provides pup with warmth it needs. With comfort. Safety. Love." Akhnar paced closer to tug on Kevin's dark blue shirt and scrape his claws along the short pants he wore. "These things. These coverings. Just like friends. Pup thinks of what he owns. What wishes to own. Not what is."

"And what am I? A loser, that's what."

"Hrrrffff...pup today. Werewolf tomorrow. Pup must decide if joins pack tonight, as werewolf, or sleeps in warm bed, as pup."

Kevin took a deep breath. Although his heart thundered in his chest and his head pounded with fearful indecision, he focused once more on his dream...imagined himself Akhnar's equal...pictured how happy his friend would be once he would leave out into the coldness of the moonlit night with another werewolf trailing after him.

Unleashing the loudest sigh of his life, Kevin confidently straightened his slouching back and stared at Akhnar with utmost determination. "You'd better start calling me by my name after tonight."

The shirt came off quickly. The pants, less so. Determination alone could not cure years of shyness, but fortunately, kevin was not really alone in his decision to become a werewolf. His friend's big hands grabbed onto his, and together, they slowly pushed the shorts down. As soon as that happened, a wave of tender, musky scents hit their nostrils. Kevin apologized profusely for the large wet splotch that stretched around his bulging maleness as Akhnar further divested him of his boxers, revealing a peeking pink tip and a knot on the verge of bursting out of Kevin's bloated sheath.

"Hraahhh," his snout creased with shudders of pleasure. "Your smell...more honest than any covering."

"I wish I would say the same. Grrhhh, what a mess..." Kevin touched around his maleness, unsure where to begin...how to begin.

"So...should I just...grab myself?"

At that, Akhnar's hands grabbed onto his haunches and slowly slid his head forward, almost as if he wanted to-

"N-no," Kevin shuddered as hot breath fell upon his naked privates. "What-what are you-" he froze in place as the werewolf sniffed his way around his crotch like a curious dog.

"You smell of seed. Hrrfff, of life. Knot so swollen, pup spills in less than two strokes."

"Y-yeah. So let pup do what he needs to, ok?"

Akhnar bowed his head not to nod, but to align himself to Kevin's crotch. "Oh no, please don't do that. Pleaseeeee!"

In less than a second, the same warm, engulfing maw that spoke such nice words moments before now sheltered the cold tip of his peeking erection in the most amazingly hot prison of flesh Kevin ever tasted.

"Aaaahhhh....A-Akhnaaar..." he looked down with loving admiration at the big muzzle that completely sheltered his entire crotch, cock, balls, and knot between hot, slupring jaws. The way his big hands kneaded at his haunches was amazing, but so was his fleshy tongue trailing gently around his peeking tip, encouraging more flesh to spill out in the open. Kevin shuddered with spasms of bliss, every one of his throbs accompanied by the sharpest squirts of pre-cum he squirted up to that moment.

Tears of pleasure formed in his eyes. He pleaded...begged his werewolf friend to stop, for the bigger he grew, the sharper the sting in his groin became, threatening to unleash an untamed avalanche of cum straight down the werewolf's gullet.

But Akhnar didn't stop. He kept on going, licking even the trapped outline of Kevin's knot with his greedy, lascivious tongue.

That was simply too much for a virgin wolf that never spilled himself in a partner before. Ripping himself out of Akhnar's lovely jaws, he shuddered harder than ever, his popping knot unleashing a heavy squirt of cloudy precum all over Akhnar's scrunched face.

"Arhhhh, f-fuck, I'm sorry bud. So sorry. Didn't mean to-" he swallowed his words like the werewolf licked his own lips.

"Rrrregret? Only regret is not feasting on your life-essence right now."

Aroused beyond any limits for how much his majestic friend enjoyed the taste of his essence, Kevin begged Akhnar to finish him off. It seemed only fit for a werewolf to initiate the welcoming of a new member into his pack.

With his ruddy penis retreating into its own home as Akhnar got up, the big werewolf approached Kevin, pulling him into a tight, loving hug.

"What...what are you..." Kevin mumbled. He felt warm padded fingers pull his unsheathed cock somewhere warm, somewhere wet...

Somewhere...he never expected.

"Hraaawwwwhhhh!" Intense bliss overtook him once he knew the sheath he admired so much throughout this night now became a home for a second cock. His cock.

"Spill now." Akhnar grabbed the union of their bodies and started to gently squeeze his hand around Kevin's rock-hard knot. "Spill within me.' His voice rumbled gently in his ear as his hand squeezed, squeezed, squeezed, and his cock throbbed, throbbed, throbbed.

Kevin shuddered, pleaded, and whined, his cock hardening more than ever, spurting lances of intense heat against the werewolf's flaccid erection...an erection he hit not only with his pre-cum, but also with his own hardened cock.

"C-cant stop..." more apologies flew his mouth as his body instinctively bucked forward in anticipation of his climax. "Please, it's too much...too much...I-I can't. I'm gonna, fuck, I'll..."

Smelling the sweet taste of victory upon his lips, the werewolf's large hand squeezed Kevin's knot in a hard, fiery embrace, then plunged him balls deep in his own sheath, sealing the young pup's fate.

With a loud, shuddering howl, Kevin unleashed, filling up Akhnar's sheath from the very first spurt with his abundant cum. More bursts came, each sharper than the last, fueled by the insistent milking of his friend's big hand.

"Spill now. Spill down to your last." With his other hand wrapped tightly around the young wolf's back, Akhnar moved his own hips forward, causing their members to rub together in a dance of maddening passion. "Spill pup, spill. If want to be werewolf...need to get used to feed mate with life essence."

"God, feels so good." Kevin's delirious voice said. "I can't stop, Akhnar...it won't...slow down." He chanced a look down to see constant gushes of creamy white cum pouring down from the werewolf's flooded sheath.

"No reason to. Let essence flow. I need it, pup. I want all of it."

Milked down to his last drop, just as the werewolf warned, Kevin really gave all he had. He was the one dropping down on his knees after the exhaustingly satisfying ordeal, his smaller, eager tongue braving the same depths he tasted with the tip of his cock. He loved the taste of Akhnar's stronger musk mixed into the creamy flavor of his cum, and more than that, welcomed the spurts of pre on his face from the werewolf's aroused member while he cleaned the rest of his own mess.

"Nrrfff, one last step." The werewolf pulled back. "If you are to become one of us, you need know what you become. Need lay down. Where is bed?

They climbed upstairs to check out the two other beds that waited for them in clean, separate rooms besides Kevin's, yet none seemed to fit the weight -or size- of Akhnar's big bulk. After he crumbled the legs of one of the rustic beds, he opted for a simpler approach. He made himself a nest from two blankets on the spacious balcony they had at their disposal, with the light of the full moon shining directly on top of them.

"This would be pretty cold, were I all on my own," Kevin mumbled happily. Trapped in Akhnar's embrace, with their tongues often going over each other's muzzles, they shared many tokens of affection that paved the way for the next step in Kevin's transformation. Leaning on his back with a pleased sigh, Akhnar exposed himself fully before the pup's excited sniffing. There was not a single place Kevin's nose missed. After all, he fully wanted to take in every scent, touch every feature, even lick his way down Akhnar's defined muscles in order to fully grasp the meaning of his upcoming rebirth. He went down his pecs, kissing and lapping at the werewolf's hard nipples, then descended further after a few minutes of huffs and vaporous breaths, kissing his way down the rock hard abs of this gorgeous creature. Stronger scents beckoned him to keep on moving, downwards, and, with his heart beating increasingly quicker in his thin, untrained chest, Kevin hovered above the very place he ejaculated into; a place that still shined with a few drops of his milky seed in the light of the moon.

He dipped his nose in for a scent. Then a taste. Soon, he made out with Akhnar's large sheath like he would kiss a lover, his hungry muzzle often disappearing more than halfway into the stretchy, large sheath that sheltered a most beautiful cock inside.

"I-I love you," Kevin stuttered after he pulled out, muzzle glazed with juices and musk, lips shuddering from the intensity of the tastes he feasted on. He made out with the werewolf's cock until it became a red monster that pushed his muzzle out, then descended along the shapely testicles covered in lush black for to plan a few kisses there too in order to pay his respects to the very things that produced precious werewolf seed.

But there was something else he needed to lick. Something all dogs naturally were attracted to. Sliding his muzzle even further down, Kevin met a warm circle of flesh that emanated a most potent musk.

"Mreefff," Kevin whined, his trembling lips betraying his excitement at tasting a most intimate part of his friend. Once his tongue touched the silky surface of Akhnar's sphincter, Kevin licked again and again, his senses quickly growing addicted to potent werewolf musk. He barely even realized how hard he grew downstairs, how gleefully he whined, how eagerly he squirted the precursor of his seed until Akhnar himself pushed the soft pads of his warm, bare foot against his cock, trapping it between his toes.

"Mrawwwfff," Kevin thrust, hard, securing his knot between those delightfully tight toes from the very first attempt. It took seconds for his seed to burst out with all that delightful pressure applied to his knot, his howling orgasm delighting the object of his worship with a most enticing offering of fresh, gleaming seed.

"Hmmrrffff..." he found himself embraced by Akhnar's muscular arms once he fell on top of the werewolf's soaked abdomen. Sheath pressed against sheath, balls mashed together, the two caressed each other lovingly while they talked more about the life of a werewolf. They were both at peace, nestled together on a balcony steaming with the heat of their bodies.

Half an hour later, when his member peeked freshly out in the open once more, Kevin prepared for the last part of the ritual. Getting on all of his fours, tail flagging invitingly for the werewolf approaching like a tender, quadrupedal beast from behind, Kevin sucked in his breath under the warm thrills of a most pleasant surprised. He expected a thrust instead of a gentle nose, the tight feeling of a cock plowing through his tender insides rather than a tongue that slathered his genitals with eager purpose. In no time, his sheath turned as wet as his ass, a place of much interest for the huffing werewolf.

"Mrrffff, fine taste, for a pup...you shall make great addition to our pack."

Licking his lips eagerly, the werewolf grabbed onto Kevin's tail, raised it over his back, then inserted himself inside through a single, decisive thrust.

"Arrhhhhh!" Kevin's cry mixed with Akhnar's own gruff grunts while their balls smacked together repeatedly under the flurry of thrusts that followed. The speed of the thrusts that rocked his body back and forth took Kevin's breath away, along with the burly arm that grabbed him by his midsection to push him further down against the throbbing cock that assaulted his ass. With each thrust, Akhnar grew, his forming knot speckling Kevin's vision with bursts of flaming bliss. Though he whined like a submissive bitch, cock leaking massive squirts of pre over the ground, Kevin still found his voice to say one thing.

"Cum in me," he begged. He knew he belonged to Akhnar from the moment his knot hardened enough to tie the two of them together. But part of him wanted something primal. Something he dreamed of for years.

He wished to feel his master's hot cum flood his depths before his own seed sprang forth from its shackles.

"Cum...aaarrhhhh...cum..." plea after plea fled his yapping, panting mouth, until finally, with a sharp bite between his neck and shoulder, the seed he begged did come in a flood of pain, pleasure, and orgasmic euphoria.

He remembered how he howled to the moon when that concoction of unbearable bliss paralyzed his senses. He also recalled the hot spurts of his master's seed washed through his tight, spasming tunnel while his own balls drew up with the strong contractions of his own immediate ejaculation.

What he couldn't fully remember was how he ended up outside in the forest, miles away from his own cabin.

"What...happen?" Kevin inspected his much sturdier limbs. He felt different. Strong. Confident. Almost as if he was a...

"Pup transformed." Akhnar's calm voice came from behind. Rubbing his way around the new, confused werewolf, he dropped on his fours briefly to kiss the tip of Kevin's unusually wet sheath.

"Oh no...did I...did we...copulate again?"

"Essence flows in wake of transformation." The black werewolf smacked his lips together. "Taste never lies. You smell like werewolf, look like werewolf, taste like werewolf. Come now," he beckoned Kevin to drop on his fours. "Time to meet new pack."

The two ran through the night like living shadows, breaking snow and twigs in their wake. They paused on the edge of a frozen lake and waited in silence for figures to creep out from the dark. Not just werewolves, but also larger wolves, grizzled and strong, a species Kevin never saw with his own eyes until now. They all sniffed and nuzzled and licked their way along their new pack-mate, making him feel treasured. Wanted.

Once they howled to the moon together, Kevin felt something he always dreamed of, but never fully tasted up until now. A feeling that he belonged. That he was part of something greater than himself.

That he finally had...a family.

***The End***

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