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A year ago I made a new friend, a lonely beast that that let me learn what it was to give, from the heart. Now, our lives have gained the truest kind of love and we couldn't be happier.

Part one: The New Monster

Last night, I had a crazy vivid dream about my friend.

I was in the woods, at night. It was crazy foggy too.

I wasn't worried about where I was though.

I sat down bare-assed on a tree stump and the twinkling pricks of moisture along my back told me he was close.

For a brief moment after I felt a surge of warmth all around me, like the deepest hug I'd ever gotten. The fog was so thick by then I could actually see, the dreamscape painted grey.

But suddenly, the fog grabbed my left forearm, snatching it up and dug into it in a way I could hardly stand, like a drill. It was cold, and it burned, making me grit my teeth like I was... between sets of teeth, groaning out like they clamped down to the bone.

"Aa-aagh..." I grunted, gritting my teeth as the fog vented deeply into my arm, until it all cleared.

***

3:18 am

*POP!*

I woke up to a loud smack: Elijah's dick was hard or he was horny, and he smacked his big werewolf cock on his palm. Instantly on board, and absentmindedly rubbing my left arm, I smacked my now hard dick on my palm, and I heard a soft rustling sound: he started jerking off.

"Fill your hands, buddy..." I snickered to him, giving him the almighty "Go-ahead". With a smile, I gently caught up to him with strokes to my own shaft, his tail sweeping about unevenly while he wagged it.

I could hear him panting, and I huffed out loud in pleasure along with him.

"Shake it till you're fizzy..." I said to him.

After a bit, when we tired ourselves out enough, I drifted off to the sound of his soft snores.

***

5:40 am

Elijah softly nuzzled me awake with his big snout.

"Chuck... Chuck, it's time..." he said, and I hurriedly got up. Quickly glancing at my window I saw the sun was still preparing to rise, and by the time I opened my bedroom door a burst of cold fog rushed into the darkness of my hallway with a strained groan.

I closed my bedroom door behind me and quickly opened up the spare bedroom just past the bathroom, in the dark of the misty hallway. The spare room was at first, just a spare. But after I met this lonesome beast and he told me of his past I converted it into a "light-proof room" and the window was entirely blacked out.

The fog flowed in, into the darkness, and I heard Elijah say "Chuck... remember. This is just how it has to be. What I did to become a beast can't be undone."

In the darkness I think I saw his face in the swirls of the fog and he looked... ashamed, like we still are just now dealing with the truth.

Elijah used to be a human of course, but he can't walk among us as a man.

Two-hundred sixty years ago he made an infernal deal for power to protect his love, which he soon lost anyway, and the pact bound him a unique and unexpected way.

Things were very different for him after that: instead of returning to his human form daily, he had to avoid the sun.

His "ghost-fog" powers help him stay hidden but that has to be where it's cold and dark. Even the weakest sunlight burns his skin, ironically like a vampire, and I hate myself for making him demonstrate that to me.

At night he has until sunrise to run around, and that's where we met.

He told me that sunlight is a boundary, but the night isn't a prison.

Personally I disagree, but that's irrelevant, because the nights are always amazing and alive with him.

Because he loved my company so much, he earned his voice back from his curse leaving him a raging force of meta-nature that could barely snarl and roar, much less talk.

Thankful that he trusts me enough to stay here and protect him, I closed the door.

***

11:26 am

I had delivered a few tanks of liquid light, heliolide, and halide gas, to a new business on my route called "Hexoculum". The cubic building looked like any other office suite, with mirrored panes all over.

With paperwork signed and in hand I hopped back into my truck, and in the rearview mirror I saw a van-led convoy with the company's logo emerge from a trail in the wood line. As they passed me I saw the driver and Troop Commander were wearing tactical gear, proven by the helmet and goggles they had on. The huge vehicles had tires that outclassed my humble 4-ton hauler's alone. They passed me, and drove around the building where I lost sight of them. As they'd gone by I noticed, that they seemed to have a theme of "Animal Control" (three trucks had large cages): the fact that they all had military grade weapons and vehicles made me suspicious, but I knew for sure that Elijah wasn't their target. There's no way they know about my friend.

***

I got back to work about 45 minutes later, after delivering some more tanks of liquid heliolide to another location. I parked my truck and found my way to the motor bay, where a few coworkers were joking around about something. Rob was there too, with a new hire named Micah, a smart but guarded fella.

"Hey Chuck, we all were talking about you. You seem... Way less intense now!" Rob said, and I immediately thought of my relationship with Elijah. He's been the perfect outlet for my urges, as hardy as he is. Because of Elijah, I've kept to myself much more, and just focused on strengthening my bond with him.

I pulled up a sleeve and showed the guys my right arm: thin scars, from cuts that he gave me when he was really excited one night.

"Whoa, what the hell happened to your arm man!?" Rob asked, his mouth agape.

"Well, I've been jerkin' off a werewolf for a year!" I said, sticking out my chest with pride.

"Jeez, you're into some...stuff!" Micah said, slowly raising an arm to point at me, and they all laughed. (Good, they're all laughing.) I thought, smiling at them.

(I wasn't joking.)

***

6:06 pm

The moment I closed the front door I noticed a thick coat of fog blanketing my living room. It was so hazy in here I couldn't see my feet. Despite that, I could see everything else just fine, much to my surprise.

It was getting dark out so it was a little cool as well: like your fridge when the power's been out for a while, but you haven't let the cold escape.

"Elijah? Buddy? I'm thinking we can work out in the woods tonight." I said, engaging all of my locks.

I couldn't see him yet but I knew he could hear me. Being in the fog like this is like a fly caught in a spider's web: I disturbed the fog even in small ways I knew he could sense. I bet he could see all over the house. And as fog, he was as silent as the air itself.

I walked down the hallway to my room, opening the dark room where Elijah instantly took form from the fog step by step. I gently kicked open my door with my boot, and my all-chill monster friend playfully budged be aside on his arms, I say more like shouldered his way in, strutting to my bed with his tail waving high and around. Glimpsing his butthole and nuts I started to get undressed, beginning with my boot laces.

He crawled onto my poor mattress and sprawled, stretching out with a fierce groan.

"That actually sounds like good fun Chuck." he said, letting his head fall to a pillow.

I unbuttoned my shirt and let it hit the floor, then my pants as I stepped out of everything.

"Brr, oof..." I said, hopping into bed next to my hairy buddy.

"What do you think you would like to eat tonight Elijah?" I asked him. Honestly, I was unexpectedly hungry before I left work. I eat enough to last me until I get home. Or, I try to.

He sat up and rumbled, crossing his arms as he was thinking.

I know he was thinking about it, because most of the time, when we hang out, I help him try new foods, or things he sees on tv, and he REALLY likes cereal.

"Something meaty... And saucy. Like a..." he began, snapping a finger as I thought about it for myself.

"Like a sloppy joe, but with...marinara" he said with a pause, like he had to think. "..and melt that thick white cheese... Melt some provolone on top." he said.

"Holy hell buddy that sounds great!!" I said gleefully, going for my phone to place an order to have the ingredients delivered.

"We'll bring it out to the park with us. A nighttime picnic!" I said, standing up, only for Elijah to pull my boxers down.

"Hey!" I cried, and he chuckled.

***

7:50 pm

The makings of our dinner arrived and the shredded beef didn't take long for me to cook. The marinara sauce was full of herbs, and rich with flavor. I really just followed some directions I pulled up on my phone, but it turned out so well...

The smell alone was intoxicating. The aroma of tomatoes, basil and a few other spices felt like they probably wouldn't leave my kitchen for days.

I lightly toasted the buns on my stovetop, after I generously coated them with butter and garlic. While it didn't really bother me, I found that I could sort of...smell how well toasted the buns were. A great help!

With the sauce and meat piping hot, I set the buns on the counter and dressed twelve sandwiches.

Even without looking I could tell that Elijah was watching, eager to eat but content to wait. I couldn't hear his stomach so I was a little at ease; I wasn't starving the poor guy.

Elijah is totally capable of hunting for himself, but we don't want to draw attention with carcasses here and there, and on top of that, why hunt at all? I could have anything we craved brought right to my doorstep.

I ladled out a good helping of meat sauce on each, and topped them all with a thick slice of provolone cheese. The buns were still hot so when the top hit they began to melt together, and I noticed that my beastly friend was right there, watching it all.

I took a big sniff, and I wanted to just drift off into this aroma.

"My god do these smell good..." I said.

"Let's hurry and work our appetites up, Chuck." Elijah said, with hunger in his voice.

***

8:32 pm

I drove to the city park, and killed the engine when I parked.

I was alone for the trip since my friend was much too big to get in with me, but he ran alongside the car, dipping in and out of sight.

He had a good pace, switching into and out of a bipedal stance as he powered through the branches and underbrush.

When I pulled in, I sighted him by a large tree at the wood line. With one hand on the trunk, his glowing eyes directing my attention to where I waved at him.

I opened the door and grabbed my backpack, full of our food and a good mat to exercise on.

The closing of my car door set me on my way, headed right for Elijah, who'd shifted into fog while he waited.

Getting closer to the forest border the ambient light grew in intensity: the fog was diffracting light enough for me to almost see individual blades of grass.

As I walked I looked around; there were shadows cast of my friend all over, like I was being stalked by a large pack of his kind. I like to think that he would tell them I treat him right and drain his pair on the regular.

After a bit more walking (and Elijah's guidance) I realized where he was leading me: a spot we found recently enough for me to forget about.

I entered a clearing that sloped down, off towards a flowing creek with a large, white shore that the moonlight lit up.

I took notice of the difference in light and sat my backpack down, opening it up to draw the rolled up and folded mat, warmed by it's co-passengers, our snack for after we finished.

Unrolling the mat I sat my phone down, with the workout app I had just a button press away from my physical upkeep.

Elijah was near, silently sitting still, and I caught glances of him licking his lips, or staring at our food.

I know what HE was interested in.

"Haha, it won't go anywhere!" I said, and my friend looked at me.

"It couldn't escape anyway, Chuck. I can outrun your car."

*** ***

With the press of a button...

"Seventeen pushups." my phone said aloud, and we began our exercises: both of us in perfect form as we knocked them out. Elijah was silent.

"Twenty ab-crunches." my phone said, and we flipped to our backs, feet planted.

Elijah and I were in sync: both of us matching and holding the other's pace.

This was barely maintenance: both Elijah and myself could crack melons with our biceps.

"Plank: forty-five seconds." my phone announced.

About thirty seconds in, Elijah stopped, his attention, ears, and eyes off in the surrounding area.

"Chuck..." Elijah began hesitantly, and I could sense his unease.

"We're... not alone." he said, and I started to get up, but Elijah stopped me.

"Chuck, you won't make it to the car. Trust me." my friend said, leaving me puzzled.

Elijah dissolved into fog, spilling out far in a surge of cold and moisture. The scattered fog caught the ambient light, and I noticed the night life went silent.

"Just keep up the workout." he softly said, and my heart was beginning to pound as I heard footsteps, and a lot of them.

My phone's backlight was bright, but Elijah's fog blanket helped obscure it.

As I held the plank I thought I heard Elijah growl, somewhere off in the woodline.

"H-hey buddy, what's up?" I asked, and Elijah replied as if he was right next to me.

"That... wasn't me, Chuck." he said, his voice calm. I didn't like that my friend was right there, with strange growls that basically pointed out...

"Elijah... Is that another...werewolf?" I asked, and after a moment he responded

"Yeah, Chuck, it is. And there shouldn't be."

With Elijah in mind, the idea of another werewolf didn't bother me at first, but...

"Why not?" I asked him, and suddenly, the darkness of an airborne shadow overtook my vision, with claws outstretched and it's fangs bared, that deadly maw drooling madly. I was paralyzed with shock and surprise and just as it landed on me...

I vanished into the fog, and realized I had been moved a distance away.

I was gifted with a bit of composure in the moment, realizing that Elijah had my back and saved me again.

Palms on the ground I watched Elijah face the new monster, totally still. They weren't even in size; my friend was bigger, but not by much. Elijah's profile against the mist was sleek and sharp, but the other's was unkempt and indecent.

The new beast snarled and looked my way, taking two eager hops toward me. Elijah didn't make a sound, he was as still as a rock while the other beast seemed agitated. They cocked their head in confusion, then roared loudly and I guessed the dialogue: the new beast wanted to devour me and thought they and Elijah would share a great dinner. Despite this, I knew Elijah wouldn't let it harm a hair on my...arms. With a hand I wiped my head free of moisture, and I heard Elijah speak to the new monster in a language I didn't understand, but I'd heard him use it before.

Elijah was direct, and the other was at first confused, then angry at their rejection. They'd grown fiercely angered, but Elijah barely moved, if at all. Only one mouth was open; Elijah wasn't showing his teeth. The other werewolf thrashed around in a fit, before leaping at my friend, who'd... remained still. My heart raced as I saw them about to collide, but...

The other werewolf landed on his face after passing right through Elijah. I heard the impact as they landed; it sounded sick and... concerning. Elijah turned around on the spot, on his feet and fists, and watched darkly as the foe eventually ended up facedown on the ground. Elijah gathered himself fully seated, his tail curled along the ground like a threat within the fog, his form sinister: a monster lurking in the dark.

I thought the other werewolf had broken their own neck but I was wrong. They had pulled themselves free, and shaken their head violently, tossing clods of damp dirt and grass about. Their neck did crack once or twice while they shook, and I found that the other beast had forgotten about me: it snarled and thrashed about, before lunging at my friend once more, swiping with clumsy and maligned claws.

Elijah tanked those blows magnificently; each swipe of those dirty claws passed right through him, like he could control how precisely he could dissipate into his fog form.

As if a switch was flipped, Elijah silently lunged at the beast, claws and fangs glinting, his eyes glistening with frenzy as he instantly vanished into fog completely, but his enemy was confused by the feint. They looked around, momentarily heedless of me, until I caught sight of two flickering eyes, and that light let me see a terrible arm drawn back, with excited, liberated claws ready to rend, and Elijah followed through with a nasty rake across the back. The other beast snarled in pain as the bestial phantasm that was my friend begun to skillfully wound his enemy and vanish over and over. The other beast was harried by the assault, glancing around, unable to sight the assailant that was ripping them apart before Elijah pounced on them from a higher angle, pinning them to the ground.

With his fangs bared, and glowing violet eyes, Elijah lowered his head to the enemy's skull, and sank his teeth into the flesh, lodging into the thick bone. They fought and squealed, yelping as I heard the beginning of Elijah's growl; it sounded like a motor, a big diesel engine. I saw his shoulders bulge as he began to pull, the other beast groaning and crying out at the resistance from their own skull. Elijah snarled through his grip, and after a moment more he ripped about half the head away with his fangs. Behind the terror I felt watching my friend kill one of his own, I felt a... strange hunger. Seeing Elijah's teeth and muzzle coated with blood set it off, and once I acknowledged it I couldn't forget about it.

He padded to me, his normal amber eyes swiftly scanning me before he sat before me on the ground.

"No one, Chuck. I won't let ANYONE hurt you. Not even him." he said with a worry of his head and his floppy ears, immediately enthralling me with his declaration.

"Oh-oh my god, I..!!" I started, glancing at the now dead monster. I was in shock: the now dead creature appeared to hunt me, and Elijah chose me over his own, despite the foe apparently being someone he'd known before. With his bloody muzzle, Elijah nuzzled the reality of the situation onto my face.

"Here and now. I'm with you, Chuck." he said.

I could smell the blood on his breath, even more from my own face. It was crude and virulent, mucky like the blood of a sick cow in the slaughter. I could also taste it to my disapproval, but that set off sensors I wasn't aware of.

The hunger I held within me suddenly dried out my mouth and throat, and I felt so famished then. Another hunger pang fizzed in my stomach, and Elijah stared at my torso. I was a bit embarrassed myself, and the growl I heard seemed to come from everywhere this time, within and without.

"Oooh, I.. Elijah..." I started, suddenly dizzy, falling to a knee.

"Chuck..." he said with concern, immediately by my side and with a big paw on my chest he steadied me.

"I... I can hear another one!!" I cried, as the growl was heading towards us, with a thunder of pursuit. I drew my arms up, to shield my face as it sounded too close for Elijah to protect me. He glanced around, looking down at me with confusion and worry on his face.

"What? Chuck, I can't hear anything!" he said, his ears flat, and darkness crashed all around me.

***

I awoke to blackness, but I could see. I raised a hand before my face, and saw the overlay of a dangerous, clawed mitt onto a human hand. I quickly realized that I was asleep, or unconscious, even clearly remembering that I was with Elijah at the park.

As if I was having an out of body experience, I could see myself; my hand raised, with the wound I'd gotten from my dream drawing in the nearby fog that I felt...nourished by, like the perfect shower.

As I lied there, I realized that my friend had given me a gift.

***

Part two: The New Friend

The Next Wednesday, 4:14 pm

I had a new co-pilot; the hire named "Micah".

We were on a route to gather some helium from the reactor's outlet when our chat went to werewolves, and he opened up a bit when we broached that subject.

See, he's been having dreams that end with him butt naked in the woods. Pretty hot set of dreams too: a pack of the beasts all shine his knob, and he says, in these dreams they are immaculate.

I found that to be pretty hot, and it reminded me that I hadn't had a blowjob in a while.

To tell you the truth, while Elijah licks me all over I don't actively stick my dick in his... mouth. I'm sorta... afraid to! He's got huge, dangerous fangs!

I've seen him use those!

***

I was getting the feeling I wanted to open Micah up too, and as if my body decided for me, I slipped into predator mode. And...

I say that now with more nuance.

I style my goatee now, since I have more hair to work with, on top of ditching the bald look: I spike my hair back.

While Micah and I were talking I listened to his heartbeat. There was enough light in the day to let me see through his skin a little. In fact, everyone I interacted with was the same way, with mildly-transparent skin that let me know for sure that I was different than I used to be.

I got a kick out of hearing his heart race when he was excited, and it made me smile. I was dealing with a genuine guy.

"Wanna hang out after work?" he asked me. He grinned a little harder than he might have wanted, but he nodded.

"Yeah, sure!" I said, and our eyes met.

"Your eyes are super cool man..." he said to me, and I choked on a giggle.

5:56 pm

***

Even after more than a year with Elijah it didn't take much to get me on Micah's couch...

Just a conversation and a few beers in his kitchen: one stout for me and a few domestic brews for him.

He was really eager to have me over. Guess he didn't have much company, and his house barely looked lived in at all.

Cool with me: that meant he lived alone.

"You can get comfy dude, it'll warm up in a few." he said, and between the lines I heard "Strip for me".

By then I was feeling good and loose, and I wasn't even worried about this dude blowing me. Not like he was my first.

I was in my boxers and socks in no time, checking my balls now that I had access.

"Kinda naughty..." he said with a grin.

"Yep." I said, my knees spread, inviting him to kneel before me on his worn carpet.

"Gosh..." he said as he processed my body, and by then I was feeling full of myself.

"Come on now, you wanna keep me waiting? It's been a long time since I had lips on my pole." I asked him, and he blushed as his hands met my bare skin. He rubbed my sides up and down and I sighed audibly, comfort drawing me out. Truth be told, his hands felt so good on me. My body ate up the contact like chowder.

"Why so long?" he asked me, and I remembered that he didn't know me like the other guys at work did.

He shifted to my hairy legs and his hands went up my boxer legs, back and forth, over and over.

When he pulled his hands back I planted my feet and pulled my boxers down, letting him get an eyeful of my junk.

"You hungry?" I asked him.

He was too awestruck to answer, so I took my floppy dick and smacked him in the mouth with it. That got his attention.

"Ugh! Hey!" he pouted.

"You can do more than stare." I said, arching an eyebrow, and taking his head into my left hand. With my right I held myself steady, and I slowly brought him down my pole, feeding him my banana an inch at a time. I felt the warmth of his wet mouth, and that felt good.

He got to work pretty quick though, getting me hard in no time, and the sensation of his soft lips, warm mouth, and his playful tongue relaxed me.

"Oooh damn..." I mouthed.

His pace was slow and steady; maybe practiced.

The sweet, sheer sensation was timed with the rhythm of his mouth, and I remembered his question.

"I... It's been a while because people keep their eyes on me. The wolf always matters to the sheep. Ya get me?" I asked, silently moaning, my thighs tensing and relaxing at random. I also hoped he got my little joke there.

He giggled, raising his head to my disapproval, and looked me in the eye.

"I don't know you like our coworkers, but I DO notice a difference in you Chuck." he said, and I swallowed, winked at him, and put him back on my cock with a little bit of force.

"Mmm, hmmm.." he gurgled, and I licked my teeth and sighed aloud.

"Ooh yeah, suck that dynamite." I said, drooling at the sweet sensation.

***

Micah was doing a good job of servicing me. He was able to really get me goin, and he had me into it. My toes wiggled, and my meaty ass grabbed his seat cushions.

I could go on like this, but...

I stood up, my boxers crumpling at my feet, and my hard dick popped from Micah's mouth. I was breathing hard, and I could hear that his heart was pounding proportional to his efforts. For a second I could only focus on mounting him, like the need was all-consuming.

"You uh... You ever been-" I started, with Micah blushing hard at my question, and I assumed he knew what I was asking about.

"I-its been a...long time, Chuck... I can tell you'd eat me whole..." he said, with gusty breaths.

"Yeah? A long time? Need me to be gentle then?" I asked him, my hand now rubbing on his shoulder.

Micah gulped.

"P-please?" he said, and I couldn't find any reason to abuse him for my own needs.

"I'll do ya good'n softly." I said, and I turned his back to me, and softly shoved him to the couch.

"H-uh, haah..." he gasped, chuckling, as my hands met his zipper, softly but surely undoing his pants. I crouched on him a little, with my hard cock rubbing up his crack and around, and my balls squashed into his soft rear.

"Ch-Chuck..." he moaned, and, while I could focus on the task, I felt like there was nothing else.

"Hrrr..." I responded softly, finally freeing him from his pants and boxers.

Micah's a slim, skinny fella. Sorta boney, but he's got a nice little butt on him.

I grabbed both of his ass cheeks and spread them, finding his pucker by sight, and when I closed my eyes, by smell.

His scent was subdued, like he barely had a smell of his own. I smelled this dusty space all over him.

I wanted to change that: he should wear MY brand of cologne.

Licking my mouth around I gathered some drool and let it fall to his butthole.

Micah gasped, and time seemed to freeze, before I pressed my cock head to his opening and sliced into it.

"Ah, ah, Chuck, oh my god!" he whimpered. His hole fought back a little but the spit did the trick and let me slide right into him, and, oh boy. That was heavenly. I had forgotten how good it felt to fuck, to plunge balls deep, and to breed a worthy hole.

"Ffuuuck..." I said. Micah's tight, stretched hole hugged my cock and I started off super gently, letting him get used to me with a hand on his waist and shoulder. I wanted this to last as long as it could, but I didn't want to ruin poor Micah.

"Oh, ohh.. Please go slow..." he gasped, belly down on the couch. I inched a little further in, drinking his yelps and moans as I found myself quickly bottoming out inside of him when I started to thrust.

"I'll take good care of you, Micah." I said softly.

"Chuck, Chuck it's so thick and deep..." he gasped, when my ears picked up the sound of wind. The new sound was just near the window, and I turned my head and saw Elijah outside, eyes wide. I smirked: Elijah liked to watch. That's how we met.

My hands shifted to Micah's chest and I lifted him, turning slowly so my beastly friend could see all the juicy details.

Micah was in bottom heaven: I was taking my time and letting him have every inch, and his hole sloppily took my dick with no issue.

I winked at my friend who in turn licked his lips and started to pant, his breaths fogging up the visible window pane.

"Ah ah ah, Chhhuck, are you gonna nut in it?" he asked me through the soft plaps of my hips. Hearing that filled me with pride: he wanted me to use him fully, and release my tension into his guts.

"That what ya want lil buddy? Want your big bro to empty his balls in ya?" I said, taking one of his hands and directing him to feel my big nuts.

"Feel these?" I asked him hotly.

"Oh, oh they feel so big and full Chuck!" he wailed, with me going that deep.

"Please cum in me big bro!" he whimpered, lighting my fuse as I sighted Elijah once again, huffing against the glass so hard it was solid white.

(I bet he's whackin' it.) I said to myself, still not going much harder on my friend's little butthole when I felt my climax approach.

"Y-yer gonna get yer w-wish, lil bro..." I said, pressing his shoulders down and his ass up, gritting my teeth as I couldn't hold back and began to fire my load into him, pulling him onto my throbbing, pulsing meat, and pressing deep into his abused butt.

I was trembling by the time I gently pulled out, and Micah gave me a look of bliss.

"Gonna... use your bathroom." I said with a wink, grabbing my boxers and Micah dismissed me with a moan and a smile.

In the bathroom there was one window, across the tub so I leaned over it and flicked the small, square pane open.

Elijah immediately flowed in as fog and sat in the bathtub while I searched for towels.

"Is that the one?" he asked me, and I noticed that his clearly spent cock was trying to bob to life again.

"Yeah that's him. You enjoy the show?" I asked, finding a closet with some on shelves.

"You haven't let me gnaw on that yet, or tried to mount me..." he said, and I turned to face him while I wiped my cock and balls clean. "Gnaw on" sounds terrifying!

"I didn't know you wanted me to try bud!" I said with a smile, keeping cool so I didn't alert Elijah's hearing.

"When you're needy I can offer you care, so you don't have to go places I can't follow Chuck. You've done the same for me..." he said, and I found his interest plain to see: he was jealous, in his way, but he just wants to be around me.

"We can try that out then, and you can go anywhere I can go buddy." I said.

"You know that I have to hide from the fearful, Chuck." he said, and I heard the tiniest bit of resentment in his voice. I rubbed his face with my free hand.

"I'll do better by you, my friend. We just...got on well. I'm not replacing you, never!" I said, looking him in the eyes, and just after that I felt the beginning of what felt like a hard belch welling up from within. Elijah's eyes widened with anticipation as he heard it.

"Here it comes!" he said, taking my hand to immediately port me outdoors, and I strained to hold it that long, but when my feet hit the grass I opened my mouth to release it, and I felt the sensation reveal it's cavernous origin.

"BurrRRROOOUGH!" I roared in cacaphony, surprised by the power it carried, but ultimately it wasn't the one.

Elijah was close by, watching me.

"I guess not this time either." I said.

"You'll transform eventually." he said. "It always starts with a roar."

***

The Next Day, 2:08 p.m.

"...His name is Elijah." I said to Micah as we sat down for lunch. After we had fun and I almost transformed we called it an evening. Lucky me: I followed my dick and found a new buddy, even if I kept screaming at myself on the inside

(I'm NOT REPLACING ELIJAH.)

"Elijah is kind of a soft name for a monster..." Micah said.

"The demon he made a deal with said the same, that's why he gave him the name." I said, passing him leftovers I'd brought for him.

My dinner last night was beef-pot pie, with extra chunks of beef I cut myself and a custom thick crust.

"Demon? But I thought- He's somehow not like the others." I cut in.

"WAIT, DEMONS ARE REAL T-" he started, but cut himself off when he let the idea swim around.

"So, how did he...change you?" Micah asked.

"We don't know. Maybe some lines crossed somewhere, in a passionate moment. Maybe he shared something with me as the buffer between himself and his curse." I said, before I dug in.

"But he's totally chill!" I said after I swallowed.

"He says he's fine with the life he has now. 'What he did can't be undone', and, honestly, if he's okay with it, then I am." I said after another bite.

"Even wonder where the other one came from, then?" Micah asked me, and I stopped chewing.

Elijah said "There shouldn't be". Until then I hadn't thought about it, but Micah was right.

***

6:40 pm

I was lying in bed after I got out of my work clothes, working up the nerve to shower after I had gotten comfortable.

Elijah was near, relaxed and placid, with the texture of his muscular back morphing and seething with his breaths.

I took a moment to gather my thoughts before I got ready to face him with an idea I.... didn't think he'd like.

Just before I spoke, Elijah rolled over to give me his attention.

"What is it, Chuck?" he asked.

"H-uhh... Would you..." I started, my throat a bit tight from his initiative.

"I don't want to go anywhere without you too my friend, I'm sorry. So... Would you like an... extra set of hands on deck?" I said, wiggling my fingers before plunging them into his fur and rubbing around.

Elijah licked his lips and groaned, lurching towards me on his side.

"You, you mean, you..." he started, seemingly out of breath.

"I have a volunteer Elijah... A set of hands, well vetted." I said, smiling at the big pile of fur that panted up at me.

"Who... is it?" he asked, his eyes looking soft, with his face gentle.

"My new... The new guy, Micah. He wants to meet you..." I said, shifting to use my full palms on his abs, and traveling up to his chest.

"Al-alright..." he said, with a twitching leg raised, his cock swollen to a good chub. I started to get up, but he grabbed my arm.

"Okay, let me send him a mes- Let's hang out for just a bit longer, before he comes over..." he said, good and tiredly.

"What's the matter fella?" I asked him, rubbing his chest. His breathing was calm but I could feel his heart.

"Are you nervous?" I asked, letting my eyes find his. He glanced away.

"I..." he started, and I kept up the rubs to his body.

"Eaaasy buddy. I won't let him hurt you." I said warmly, smooching his muzzle with a smirk.

"Hmmn..." he groaned, and I glanced at his cock, now a bit fatter and floppier.

"You've got nothing to worry about, Elijah." I told him, but aside from his grunts he still felt tense.

"Tell me what's bothering you buddy..." I said. Elijah gulped, nuzzling my elbow as I patted and scratched around his body.

"Don't leave me, Chuck..." he said sadly, gently lapping my elbow. The shock hit me; he was genuinely worried I'd leave him alone again.

I scoffed.

"How exactly could I get away from you, huh?" I asked him, rubbing my nose through his bristly fur.

"As long as I have my balls you can track me down, remember?" I said reassuringly.

He began to smile, and I kept going.

"You're strong enough to throw a car buddy, and fast enough to outrun mine." I said, and he chuckled.

He is.

My active fingers traveled further south and scratched around his crotch. He wasn't fully hard yet but he was getting there. My hand could feel the warmth from his chubbed dick.

"You're so cool, and damn handsome too..." I added, and he smiled like he was glad to hear me.

"Also..." I said, with my nose creeping towards his cheek "You're hung like a monster, and that has drastically improved my life."

He burst into brief laughter at that point, and we calmed into feel-good silence just before we both heard a knock at my front door.

"Huh, he's early..." I said, sitting up. Elijah was a placid pile of need but he silently waited for me as I walked from my room to the front door, after I pulled my boxers up.

"I thought I would call you when I had him nice and calm.." I said, opening the door.

"Keep who calm?" asked someone with a masculine sounding voice, wearing tactical gear. I gulped when I saw the company logo, the "Hexoculum" hexagon with an eye in the center.

"My buddy in the back. I thought you were someone else, I'm sorry" I said, stepping out past my door a bit to show my boxer leg.

The guy made a face like he understood.

"I see. Well I'm sorry, I have authorization from local law enforcement to check the woods for any...displaced wildlife." the guy said.

While he was talking, I could hear his heartbeat. Suddenly, I remembered that...this person was on the menu. They were an assembly of meat, bones and organs. Their heart, beating at a calm pace, was hot and raw.

Nothing was wrong on their end: they were totally cool. Their armor, however, hid it from my sight.

"Displaced wildlife?" I asked.

"Ah, yes. There was a...carcass at the park in town." they said, and I shivered.

"Anything wrong?" they asked me.

"Nah, I'm just in my underwear." I said, smiling.

The talking, armored meat looked at me longer.

"Do you know what a werewolf is?" they asked me, and it all suddenly made sense. These guys hunt or capture beasts.

"You interrupt me with this bullshit!? Werewolves?" I said, mocking him with laughter as I turned to close the door.

"Look man, I'm just waiting for my other friend to show up and handle some wood."

I said, sticking my chest out, and snapping my boxers to my waist.

The chunk's hand palmed the door open, and I immediately realized that if I pushed it shut as hard as I could, I would set off every alarm this person had.

"Well it's just...we swept all the cell signals of the area at the time, and your number came up, yadda yadda." he said.

(Shit) I thought. (He's not here on accident, he's looking for me.)

"Did you see anything?" they asked me.

"Nah, I ran and exercised, but I was by myself the whole time." I said, suddenly feeling a bit worried.

"What kind of... carcass was it?" I asked, and they scoffed.

"Don't worry about that. It's dead anyway, but...what killed it...is the mystery. And..." they said, looking me in the eyes.

"... whatever killed the creature is still at large. It was a particularly vicious killing."

I nodded.

"Well, I stay indoors now anyway." I said.

"That's good. Since the shreds appeared, people have seen many a strange thing." they said, and I sighed inwardly as I saw Micah's car pull up the road to my house.

They mentioned the Shreds and it made a little bit more sense (even though I knew firsthand it was true), and Micah swiftly entered the driveway and got out of his car.

Now, from his end, a guy my size might not have much trouble with people that got in the way, but this person was different.

Micah approached us and I felt so relieved.

"Hey!" he said, waving at me.

"Hey buddy, come on in here." I said, clamping my hand on his shoulder, almost dragging him inside.

"Thank you for your time, Mister Bradley.." they said, and I shuddered as we left them behind.

***

Part three: The New Threat

"OH MY GOD AM I GLAD TO SEE YOU!" I exclaimed, easily hugging Micah off the floor.

"Whoa!" he cried, as I spun a little.

"Who was that?" he asked, and I told him about the night Elijah and I were at the park.

"Basically they hunt werewolves" I guessed as I delivered the explanation.

"and they're building a target on Elijah." I said.

Micah looked around.

"Where is he?" he asked, now that the subject shifted to our purpose.

"He's in the back. He's probably listening. And hey..." I said, bringing Micah close.

"You and me are gonna cheer that needy guy up." I said.

"What's wrong with him?" Micah asked, and we started down the hallway.

Instead of telling Micah the truth, I said

"He's worried he's going to get caught. But I'll take care of that."

The two of us walked down the hallway, my room like some distant beacon as I found myself trudging, as if the path to Elijah was some long pilgrimage.

A palm on the door pushed it open, with Micah behind me as...

My beastly friend was laying on my bed, most of his muscular back to us. His mane was bristled, but he was still.

The end of his tail slapped my bed softly and that was as good as an "okay" as I would get.

Normally when he's agitated he's got his head on me, or close. Now, it was like meeting him all over again, except I wasn't the stranger here.

"Hey buddy, he's here..." I said, clearing my throat. I nudged Micah as Elijah began to move, turning over in a begrudged roll.

(Was he asleep?)

I watched Micah's eyes and heart as he and Elijah made eye contact. Despite his appearance, he was disarmingly human when he turned to look at us. He looked so groggy...

Despite looking disarmingly human, I knew he was capable of terrible things.

Micah's heart picked up in speed and his eyes widened.

"H-hhello..." Micah stammered as Elijah rolled over to us fully.

My elbow softly goaded Micah ahead and as he drew closer to Elijah, the silent beast took a doggy seat on my bed and looked down at Micah a bit. When he talks to me our eyes are level.

Elijah's body language stated he felt superior to Micah, like my slim friend was here to serve and please him.

That wasn't wrong, but we can find ANYONE else to use as a simple footstool.

Elijah looked at Micah a bit, blinking once or twice more, the facade of his appraisal falling to the wayside as he collapsed back to my bed.

I smiled in relief.

Elijah sighed, and I put a hand over Micah's shoulder.

"Elijah, meet Micah. Micah, Elijah." I said.

"H-he's... He's so..." Micah began, and I was running wingman, so...

"Handsome? Amazing?" I asked, waggling my eyebrows at my monstrous roommate.

"Huh-huh..." Elijah chuckled, turning his eyes to us with soft wags of his tail.

"There he is..." I said to Micah as he began to remove his pants.

"He's... quite large..." he said shyly.

"He's mostly just a lazy pile..." I said, rolling my neck as I climbed into bed beside my hairy friend.

I patted where I wanted Micah to lie down, grinning as my other hand rummaged through the hair on Elijah's chest. I noticed that Micah was hesitant, and my ears detected three pats to the bed: Elijah was telling him to 'come closer'.

I smiled big and brightly, smooching his muzzle and patting his shoulder.

"Thank you Elijah..." I said, looking him in the eyes.

"Let's see if he can empty my balls, before you thank me." he said softly, drawing me close with a burly arm.

Ahead of us both, Micah's slim form shivered in the air, and I realized that...he was afraid of us.

My lips approached Elijah's ear, and whispered a small plan.

He turned to me, on board with the plan and he calmly rolled away leaving me to stand, soon before Micah.

"What did you say to him..." he asked, with a nervous laugh, and with my hands joining his, I brought him to me where I lifted him in a snug, but careful embrace.

I took a step backwards, Micah chuckling in my arms and Elijah was instantly alive, rolling off the bed to flank little Micah when I tossed him there. His head hung off the end and my friend got us all started by climbing up over him. Micah gasped out as Elijah's waist met his hair, shifting lower as his hairy, coarse wolfbush combed his face, followed by his floppy, threatening dick and his gorgeous, dangling, baseball of a scrote as Elijah started to nuzzle the crotch of Micah's underwear. Micah looked like he was fresh from the dryer after the werewolf messed up his hair with his balls, and Elijah smirked in appreciation of that before he began to lift his rear, and repeatedly drop his nutsack onto Micah's face.

"Hello Micah." Elijah said, as our eyes noticed Micah's boner sticking up in his underwear,

"Theeere we go." I said.

With his large head still low he gently nuzzled Micah's boner, and his snout eased under the waistband of his underwear down, past his longish, but slender cock and began to lick it, softly.

"Micah tells me he dreams about this sorta thing..." I whispered into Elijah's ear, which then shifted as he calmly began to suck Micah's cock with ease, bobbing his head along the length.

Micah's trembling hands shifted his underwear down to liberate himself fully and Elijah used his hands to spread Micah's legs with a soft, sensual growl.

I watched for a moment, realizing that Elijah SHOULD have been sucking MY dick. The beast held an easy pace, totally absorbed by his task, and in no time I had a boner too. Elijah's bushy tail wagged softly above his nice ass, raising a little bit higher here and there, the muscles in his arms and legs shifting as he took a sturdier stance. Seeing his awesome body move inspired me to watch from more angles, namely allowing me to check out his big, swinging balls.

He was definitely hard too. Every move he made made his cock swing like a dumb log over Micah's torso.

Micah himself was heaving softly, reaching up to weakly rub the beast's head, while he got some.

"Ch-chuck, wwwow!" Micah gasped.

"You like that? How is it?" I asked him with a smirk.

"No teeth... No teeth at all, and he's so talented..." Micah whimpered.

"I can tell!" I said, straightening up.

I looked toward Elijah's rear, his hairy haunches rippled as he worked. I rubbed his ass and he jumped a little, but continued, and it hit me.

"Maybe you need some targeted attention." I said, adding my other hand to Elijah's butt. He was drooling pretty hard, with the fluid from his mouth thickly dripping from his lips.

I wiped his mouth a bit and he went back to work on Micah. I in turn took my wet, slimy fingers and rubbed under Elijah's tail, which lifted a bit to expose his pucker to me.

My fingers hit that warm, soft hole and I slowly rubbed around it, watching it and Elijah quiver.

"Hrrah..." he gasped, lifting his head up, his eyes closed to focus on the sensation.

"Yeah buddy..." I said, when the rubbing turned into a soft press that slid into his muscular rear.

"HURFF!" he gasped, his hole clenching on the single digit and I imagined how hard his hole would crunch my dick, which inflated my meat instantly.

"Hrraah, hrrah, Chuck..." Elijah panted.

"What's going on back there?" Micah

asked, finally released from the jaws of otherworldly pleasure.

"I'm gonna open Elijah's hole." I said, withdrawing my finger and adding another, two slick digits slid in and out.

I realized then, that I just liked to finger him, because his hole didn't fight at all.

"Big fella feels like I could fist him" I said.

"Spread him open for me." I told Micah and from down there he got a hefty face full of Elijah's hard rod and his nice pouch to accomplish it. At that moment I had paused, rubbing my cock on his hole and Elijah chuckled at Micah.

Then the beast huffed a breath.

"Chuck, that's... That's mine." he said, the few words letting me know what was on his mind.

I took a handful of his tail and lifted it up, gaining an unimpeded view of his ass hole.

"Oh yeah buddy. I'm gonna give you a good ride." I said. Laying his tail over my shoulder I followed my cock, feeling hazy like the clouds of musk we all released fogged up my senses.

With my hands replacing Micah's, I took one last look at Elijah's vulnerable state. His arms were solid and unmoving, with his rocky shoulders training my eyes to follow them to his strong back, stacked atop his dense, big, and hairy ass. His ass really was nice, and taking handfuls of his ass hair I spread his butt cheeks, feeling the heat of his ass hole with my cock.

"Okay buddy, brace yourself..." I said, and with a huff of entry I slid into Elijah's hole.

His hole didn't fight, I didn't even stretch him. The beast's ears flapped once.

"Ahh." he said.

"Does that hurt?" I asked, because I was honestly curious.

"Nah Chuck... Work that stick." he said, delivering a critical hit to my mind with his masterful dirty talk.

I drew my hips back, sliding free to only leave my head buried, and slowly worked up to a good pace pumping Elijah's ass hole, lubed by his drool. My hands shifted up to his waist, and I spread my legs a little as I watched the beast. His head was thrown back, panting silently but I wanted his sounds, I wanted to hear him moan.

"You like it buddy?" I asked him. Not because I was curious, but because I needed to hear him.

"Not bad, Chuck. You slid right in." he said, and, despite knowing how different we were physically, I felt like he was low-key making fun of my cock.

With my knees spread and my ass pulled back I went as deep as I could, over and over into his warm hole.

"Mmmm..." I heard.

It was another blow, taking my cock like he was riding a bike. My brow furrowed, and I tugged his tail with one hand.

Elijah sighed a little, and I felt a little pissed off.

"Fuck me Chuck..." he said.

"Come on..." I grunted.

*** ***

8:49 pm

It was honestly close to an hour since I'd first mounted Elijah. He didn't kill my stamina or milk me and that by itself was a challenge. The deal is, I got a thick 5x5.5 cock, short and blunt. Elijah could handle my cock with no issue at all, and, while I was pounding his hole, he made few sounds actually louder than a gasp.

My ego couldn't handle it.

"Awwr..." Elijah softly growled, utterly enjoying himself.

I needed more than that.

"FUCK!" I shouted, smacking his hairy butt as I gripped fistfuls of his ass fur.

"Aw yeah..." the beast gasped, at the mere tickle underneath his tail.

"How long can you last, Chuck?" Elijah taunted. I gritted my teeth in response.

"Yer gonna get it..." I warned him, tugging his tail over my shoulder with all the strength my arms could muster.

"Haha, oh yes Chuck, ahhh..." Elijah sighed, and I'd just about had it.

"GodDAMMIT!" I roared with effort, and I felt a tension in my gut that pulled me into a hunched pose, balls deep.

"A-ahh.." I gasped, as the tension in my gut turned into an ache, and I began to hump Elijah's ass with impacts that echoed. Couldn't stop: Elijah had to learn.

Micah scooted back to the headboard and watched, his eyes wide with shock as...Elijah...sort of took a bow.

"Ah Chuck, ah..." he whimpered, settling into a position level with my rapidly diving torpedo of a boner.

"FUCK!" I roared again, both hands on Elijah's thighs, hammering my dick into his... tightening ass hole, delivering a spank or two on the way.

My guts screamed from the ache and my legs cramped like they'd break from the crazy pressure in my leg muscles, but I kept on bullying my buddy's tight, tight tunnel.

My arms flexed with anger as my hips continued to dive deeper, until I felt a second hole spread around my cock head, and Elijah gasped and shuddered.

"Oh, oh CHUCK! OH!" he yelped, and the tightness of his hole, that sudden grip made me throw my head back and...growl with pleasure, as I felt my teeth crowd my mouth and I realized: I was changing. I was changing!

"Ch-Chuck, you're...so deep..." my hairy friend gasped again, his head low and meeting my eyes from underneath.

I could see my snout lengthen between my eyes, and my gums followed to anchor my fangs into place. I licked the rows of points and edges, and groaned out, a gust of steamy vapor escaping my muzzle that my new, upturned pointed ears detected. At that point I went balls deep again and held it, watching my friend really feel my cock for the first time, and I felt my new tail wag softly in reception. I felt the tunnel of his hole, deep and textured as... I looked at my now hairy, muscular arms and clawed mits, and my body as the ache pulled again, and I sped along, the feeling of my bigger, dangling nutsac bullying Elijah's made me drool at the sensation. I growled loud, but...

Elijah was low, chest to the mattress with his ears flat, and he had his eyes on mine.

"Oh, o-oh Chuck, y-you went, so, deeep..." he stammered, and at the 'deeep' part I heard a hefty rumble in his voice.

Seeing him like that, I could read him with levels and layers of context. He was feeling it now, like I was his first big cock ever.

I leaned low, and nuzzled him with my new snout and savored how quickly he rubbed back. His beefy ass gripped my cock and I snapped upright, my mouth a nasty snarl of pleasure.

"Goddam right, stinky" I said with a gasp and a wink at the smells I drilled out of his hole, feeling all of his insides, and his natural strength.

I put my hands around his waist and squeezed; I needed Elijah to be still for the next part.

I pulled all of my werewolf cock free, and slammed hard enough to make him bark out, with a loud 'CLAP' from our colliding bodies.

"HAWRF!" he howled, and I drew my hips back and threw another hard one, then another, and more, soon settling into a rapid pace. The slicing sensations all along my shaft were incredible, and Elijah began to shift and aim his ass at me, needing a precise stroke and a strong punch.

"Thh-there Chuck, riiight theeere..." he rumbled, the sound of his voice sweet and light to my ears.

"Want it all night NOW?" I asked him, grinding my crotch against his butt, feeling his body twitch around my dick.

"Can you feel this dick NOW?" I said softly, into one of his back turned ears.

"Oooh yeah Chuck, aww yeah..." he said, and I switched my pace from 'rabbit' to 'turtle' and began to softly thrust, gently colliding with his hairy butt.

I crept up beside him, my arms pillaring his sides and I fell into an embrace, my mitts softly weaving with his chest hair.

Whatever I touched he pressed back against, wallowing in my contact.

He was whimpering softly but it was the kind he was fighting to keep inside, scattering a strained 'mmph' and 'hnnng' that I found immensely satisfying. His tail was alive, trapped between us, wagging uncontrollably.

"Y-you're gonna make me blow my wad with those sounds..." I grunted.

After softly humping him for a bit longer, I felt a familiar surge of weakness as I thought I just might finally unload inside of Elijah.

That wasn't his idea though. My wet maw to Elijah's shoulder, he rolled a bit and pulled free of me with a lurch. He swiftly turned, and tossed me to my back with his snout, but I noticed his back legs had a wobble that made me smirk when he flipped me over. He glanced at my hard cock standing tall in the cool air of my room, Micah's feet either side of my head.

Elijah then climbed over me, his ass crack teasing my boner with his hair and he sat on my shaft straight to my crotch. It took him a few seconds: his aim was sure enough but I hadn't exactly opened him up so his butthole crowned around my dick head once or twice before he sank down my pole like he threw himself off a cliff.

I enjoyed his fall, sensing everything with touch and smell, until the cleft of his ass sat above my crotch and gave my full bush a mohawk.

Elijah was a maelstrom of gasps and gulps with my big pole inside him, with only a few threads of resistance left before I gave him the whole whatfore.

"Let me have it." he grunted, eager to drain me. His ass crunched my tall cock as he started to ride me, with soft claps of his ass on my thighs that increased in volume. Elijah was determined.

His big beastly dick swayed and pummeled whatever the dark cockhead collided with, his eyes and ears rolling and waving as I... grabbed his hips and shoved my dick skyward when our hairy, accursed bodies met. His balls repeatedly fell into a pile on my lower torso, and soon we fell close to each other, Elijah leaning low when I curled, our noses touching.

"Grrhhh, grrrrr..." We groaned to each other. I was so ready, ready to share my load with my friend that took a huge step for me.

Elijah was...riding my cock to keep me safe, to show his love, his appreciation of my needs, and his desire to have me near.

With his arms around me, he squeezed his ass over and over as he rode me, and with thunderous growls and a knockout orgasm my big werewolf cock gave Elijah's ass a mighty load of at least twenty hard, tense throbs.

When he felt my cock shoot he snarled in surprise and joy, grinding as low as he could, in an embrace I felt nothing could tear me from.

"I've done it..." he panted.

"I can handle you, Chuck. I'm all you need." he said, as, with a deep, relaxed breath, I closed my eyes.

***

The Next Day

5:49 am

I woke up to Elijah's nuzzles and instantly got to my feet, my head swimming vividly.

With the soles of my feet I found I was human again, so I must have changed back once I passed out.

Walking to the door the night came back in patches, namely when Elijah gave me some of his hairy ass, and my first change. I turned to look at him as we passed into the hallway; he didn't seem worried about anything more than getting away from the sun.

I opened the door to his dark room and in he went, but a short way into the darkness of the room he turned around, and stood up to loom over me, which was a first. His amber eyes looked down at me, and his nose moved on a line to my face, where he nuzzled and hugged me with his arms, his hairy chest jumping with his beating heart right on my ear.

"Chuck, I love you. I love it here, now that you won't hold yourself back from me. This feeling of fulfillment...is what it means to be human."

The words he spoke destroyed my world, but in a thoroughly pleasant manner.

I never knew what he was thinking before, even after I started to care for him, and I felt myself begin to cry warm tears. With a smile I hugged him back, stepping into the darkness, kicking the door shut softly with a heel and a growl.

"Now that I won't hold back? I just had to make sure you were sturdy!"

*** *** ***

At work, 9:19 AM

Needless to say I was late for work, having spent some more time with my buddy's deep, hairy ass and my new body.

I had just loaded my things into my locker and headed to the motor pool, where I could get on my dispatch when the morning rounds finished.

One of my coworkers was here, our porter Jayce. He washes the trucks and cleans the bay when we're working on our trucks and other vehicles we have here. Also, like Micah, he's quiet: but when he talks you can tell how big his balls are.

"Hey Jayce, good morning" I said as he passed by with his mop bucket.

"Hey Chuck." he said with an unfriendly grunt. He's not a morning person.

"Did Micah take another ride?" I asked him, and after a moment, he looked me in the eyes.

"He WAS here. When you called in he left." Jayce said pointedly.

"Did he say anything else?" I asked him, wondering why it already felt like I was being avoided.

"He told us you two hung out. He even said you two go frisky a little, which we warned him you would have eaten him alive." he said. I gave a nervous chuckle in response.

"He said you were having so much fun with your other friend that he left once you passed out." he finished, his gaze into my eyes unwavering.

"Must have been a SUPER KNOCKOUT, huh Chuck?"

When he said that it hit me: I was totally so absorbed with Elijah that I had forgotten about him. Granted, I was- (right when I was thinking about it I remembered the snarls) either way I felt like shit; I invite him to my house and I forgot him, that simple.

I stood still for a bit, my stomach rolling in self-loathing, until I decided the day was too much.

"Thanks Jayce..." I said, and walked to the office, him pushing his bucket as the first trucks came back.

On the way...

"CHUCK BRADLEY, CHUCK BRADLEY, TO MY OFFICE PLEASE..." Blared over the speaker.

With a confused tilt of my head, and a few feet from the door I knocked twice, then opened the door to see my boss, an older black male with a bulging belly and balding spot. He had round cheeks and suspenders over a nicely tucked shirt, with pressed brown pants.

He looked surprised when he saw me.

"What's up?" I asked him, and he looked to his desk, and shook his head.

"The head of fucking HEXOCULUM says that one of those monsters from the Shreds is in YOUR HOUSE and they're gonna knock the doors down to get it!" he said, scared, like they were coming here.

A surge of intuition told me they called my boss to get eyes on me since they mean business... apparently.

One thing I know that they don't is that Elijah didn't come through the Shreds: he's over two-hundred years old and the Shreds only appeared around four years ago.

-My friend is not their enemy- I thought, the idea giving me steam. -How the hell did they know??- I screamed internally, and I realized I had to go home, because I was moments away from transformation, except I would claw out of my own head this time and my boss did NOT deserve to be traumatized like that.

Clinging to the comedy of that idea I said "Oh no I gotta go then. I don't consent to their entry of my house!"

Boss didn't argue against the logic I presented.

***

Five minutes away from the house I still couldn't find an answer to how they knew where to find Elijah.

Nothing.

No idea.

I took the last two turns to my address, and down the street I saw a huge, six-wheeled vehicle, marked with an eye-logo with a six-edged border. I stomped on the pedal and swung into my driveway, coming to a sliding halt on my small coupe's tires.

I kicked open my car door, and with a hustle around the vehicle I saw...

Part Four: Eyes Open

"WHAT THE FUCK 'YOU DOIN ON MY PROPERTY!?" I shouted, and they turned to face me.

"Mister Bradley!" one called with a wave, and the other...

"MICAH!? What are you doing here??" I shouted, absolutely confused.

"They've found an aberration, and they're taking care of it." he said gently.

The agents retrieved a ram for my door and lined up.

"WHY!?" I frantically asked him, and he gently grabbed my arm.

"Chuck, this needs to happen." he said, and I realized if they broke in, and threatened Elijah it would end up terrible for all of us.

"Ready!" the agents shouted in full gear, and with one strike busted my door open.

They hurried inside, until they were all gone, and I took a terrified step, ready to protect my friend.

"No Chuck, he's NOT all you need. The two of US can do anything!" Micah said, and everything went white in my head from clarity. It all made sense.

"It was you. You called them! YOU told them about Elijah!" I screamed, and even in the face of my outburst he held his composure, like he had control.

That was, for me, a terrifying revelation when I understood immediately that...he most certainly did not. I swallowed back a volley of magma, quickly thinking of a plan but there was some hesitation, when one of them poked their head out of my door.

"There's nothing inside. Even the locked door held nothing but fog." they said, and I turned to face them.

"Yeah, my bad, I should have said so." I casually, dryly replied.

"I'm telling you he's in there!" Micah cried, going so far as to enter my house with the agents. -that jealous little...- I thought, and I took a slow step to follow them, with my eyes forward, locked onto Micah's back. I followed him inside, with the agents, and stood amongst them all.

I looked around for fog, when the leader called to me.

"Harboring these monsters is a federal crime!" they shouted, and I went back to my door, assembling it in the frame as best I could. I needed it dark all over.

"Monsters huh? You're not going to disrespect my roommate like that. Not at all..." I said, undoing my shirt from my pants, and my belt.

"What are you doing? Where's your roommate?" the leader shouted, and a few agents laughed, or said whatever they would.

"It's my house and I... I'm home for the day." I said, looking around at them all, even Micah, who said aloud "His roommate is the werewolf!"

They had no idea.

I continued with removing my shirt, flexing my pecs in the air, and bending to untie and step out of my boots. I looked at them again, expecting them to stop me.

Then came my pants, and when I was just in my boxers and socks, one of them raised their gun at me and fired!

"HE'S A-" he said, when a shadow fell upon him, bearing down with rending, raking claws. His stray couple of bullets flew away as my hairy mitt deflected them, and with a twist I put three big gashes across Micah's chest and he collapsed, with the rest of the group scattering to take aim. I instantly took my beastly form, and fought back with strength, numbers, and terrain and the hesitation of shooting their own let Elijah and I tear them all apart in a matter of moments.

Their bodies were still warm when Elijah and I found Micah, choking down his pain and gasping out, limply arranged like his body was rubber.

"Have you ever had human as food Elijah?" I asked him, glaring at Micah, with my rage defeating my heartbreak.

"Not at all Chuck, you can't come back from that" he said, looking down at the meat.

"We can do this together. I'll be with you" I said reassuringly, with his eyes deepening to their malevolent violet-glow.

Looking at him all pathetic and broken made me realize how strong Elijah was, and myself alongside him. We didn't need him. I didn't need him. He was a flat tire at worst and a fuckable Twinkie at best, and he had designs to hurt my friend, my heart, for his own gain.

With snarls of intent, we lowered our snouts, and with this meal we were bound, Elijah, nightfall, and I.