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A Knothole Universe Story

Everyone has a voice...

It was a long and brutal campaign. Mayorship of the little town of Newberry. In the wider scheme of national or even global politics, it was nothing. But to Aubrey Khazan, it was everything. She had sacrificed so much. Done so much. Paid for so much. Now, as the ballots were being cast, she held her breath as did everyone in the small campaign office; a local store that she had co-opted to emphasize her message about local businesses. The numbers ticked up.

50% of the votes tallied.

60%… 70%… 75%…

Inch by inch, the bars on the TV behind the counter were wavering. It was neck and neck. Her opponent, a local man well into his sixties and a career politician, had the majority of the older demographic’s vote but as Newberry grew and younger people came into forefront, the tides were turning. Some of the older crowd gravitated towards her as well as her message of sticking to what made Newberry strong. Her platform of pursuing initiatives to make those foundations even stronger for the next generation resonated with conservatives and progressives alike.

Still, at 80% of the votes counted, the votes were swinging from her to her opponents by a single percentage point. It wasn’t a very big town so that single point could easily represent just as little as a hundred people.

85%… 90%…

“This is it,” she breathed.

A clammy hand gripped her shoulder and she turned to find her son, Lucas, giving her an encouraging smile. All at once, a little bit of bile came bubbling up in her throat and she almost felt like vomiting. The nerves were getting to her and all she could do was stare at her son’s soft, hazel eyes hidden behind round glasses. He was her pillar, her strength. After her husband and his father left them for a bigger city and greater opportunities, she swore that she would make Newberry a better place for him and to prove that bastard wrong that she could be more successful than he was at his six-figure salary job.

That was the basis of her platform.

‘Better than the Big Cities’.

Better for their children.

“It’s okay, mom,” the 16-year-old said encouragingly. “We’re going to win.”

She could only nod.

93%…95%…

Just one percent separated her from her opponent. The audience fell silent. Everyone - even the birds outside - seemed to hold their breath.

Then… that percent grew.

Two percent. Three percent. Four… five!

Aubrey’s jaw dropped.

“And that’s it!” exclaimed the local news anchor. “With 100% of the votes counted excluding mail-in voting, the new mayor of Newberry is…”

Her image dominated the screen.

“Aubrey Khazan!”

The business exploded into cheers and Aubrey almost collapsed to her knees. Lucas hugged her, keeping her steady - the foundation she needed. She let herself sob once before realizing that she had to compose herself. Hugging him back, she used him to straighten herself and turned towards the crowd. Lucas cried out in joy, thrusting her hand into the air in celebration. Aubrey smiled and slowly let go of Lucas’ hand, stepping into the adoring crowd as they showered her with congratulations and applause.

Lucas smiled proudly at her mother, applauding with the rest of them.

He had no idea how this would change their future but he was thrilled to find out.

... but often that voice is stifled.

Dawn was the start of a new day for most but for Lucas Khazan, son of the mayor of Newberry for the last 15-years, it was just a reminder it was time to head home. The hour or so before dawn was the only time in the day that he had some time to himself and it was then that he usually liked to get up, change into some joggers and take run out of the mayoral home. When the sky started to turn from the dim twilight to a slate gray, he would start heading back. Mayoral aides for the stringent and commanding Aubrey Khazan had to be flawless.

Lucas was back in the double-storey Edwardian-like home before the first golden rays touched the rose garden beyond the steel-wrought gates. Up the steps to the choir of quiet cutlery clinking and dishes chiming from the kitchen staff working to make breakfast. A quick shower later and he was taming his curly dark brown hair, shaved his facial hair to the point where he might as well have looked prepubescent - making sure to take extra care on the little dimple on his chin just to make sure that there wasn’t even a shadow of hair on it. He placed his rounded glasses over his hazel eyes, settling it across his sharp, triangular nose. A cursory glance across his chest revealed that some of his chest hair was starting to come in again. Grabbing a razor, he quickly trimmed it back down to the point where his flat torso was as smooth as a newborn’s bottom even if it would eventually start to itch again just a few days later. There was a squeaky clean image that he needed to maintain and even the whisper of body hair out of place could summon the apocalypse of his mother’s judgement.

Once he was groomed, he got dressed in a pale gray suit complete with a matching tie. Then he was heading down to dining room where breakfast was already set up for him. A mediocre meal consisting of oatmeal, honey and one boiled egg. Across from the long table from him sat Aubrey Khazan or… as the tabloids had started calling her, ‘Mayor Karen’. Over her long tenure as mayor of the small twenty-thousand strong town, Aubrey had evolved from a down-to-earth, self-made woman whom everyone seemed to know to what her critics claimed was just another business woman from one of the big cities. Her long, curly, brown hair had been transformed into a straight, bob-cut that was unnaturally colored a stark blonde with her roots showing. Makeup that highlighted her cheekbones and hid any signs of aging had been applied now even though she probably had just gotten out of bed an hour ago. Her posture was impeccable, her nails covered in bright shades of yellow and the suit she wore was a similar shade.

The color was picked by her legion of marketers. Yellow meant happiness, hope and spontaneity. Warmth, welcoming and wealth. All to fit in with her overall message of bringing in new hope and prosperity to Newberry as she was gunning for re-election. Though she still had one more year to complete her 16th year as mayor, she was already campaigning for another 4-year term. Every election cycle seemed to begin sooner and sooner with each term simply because people were growing tired of ‘Mayor Karen’ and her change.

The woman who had once risen on a platform of ‘Better than the Big Cities’ had gradually changed her message and campaign priorities. Some called her underlying message to now be ‘Bitch of the Big Cities’ as Newberry had opened more and more industrial sites for big companies. Jobs and wealth flowed in but it was no longer this cozy little town where you could stroll down the boulevard and know every face on the way. The construction of a highway had increased traffic to the town which fed into the factories. Newberry’s first skyscraper was on the verge of being completed as well. That would be her crowning achievement and one of the things she hoped would propel her to her next term.

Lucas sat down opposite to her and quietly began to eat. In one hand, he a mayoral tablet that enabled him to scour his schedule and make sure it was in-synch with his mother’s. It was going to be a busy day. They had a lot to do.

“Cancel my two o’clock,” she said.

That was the first thing she had said to him all morning. Not ‘good morning’. Not ‘how was your run’. Just ‘cancel my two o’clock’.

Without even looking at his tablet, he immediately knew what that appointment was.

“That is your public appearance at the local bowling alley.” He made sure to emphasize ‘local’. “Your marketing team made it clear that you’re currently losing points with local businesses. Critics and your opponents are eager to point out that you seem to be veering more towards big companies and larger cities than taking care of your roots.”

“Of course they do.” Her response was sharp and quick but it was the pause that came afterwards that sent a chill through Lucas’ heart. Aubrey Khazan had mastered the art of the ‘I’m not mad, just disappointed’ persona. So many times, she had brought entire press conferences to a standstill because she just sat there in silence, looking sad at the reporters around her. She guilted people into falling silence and listening to her. Chilling was the best way Lucas could describe it.

“Cancel it.”

Every inch of Lucas wanted to protest but he kept his mouth shut and simply said, “Yes, mother.” So while still munching on his oatmeal, he sent an email to the bowling alley from the office of Mayor Khazan that she would not be able to attend the planned appearance due to a scheduling conflict.

Aubrey finished her meal first. “I will see you in the office.”

Then she was gone, striding off the brush her teeth and add the finishing touches to her makeup so she was fully ready to face the day ahead. Lucas was quick to finish his own meal. He was only about five minutes behind her in terms of heading down to the cars but she had already left the mayoral mansion by the time he was out the door, forcing him to take his own car.

The rest of the day followed as per usual. She went to her press conferences, meetings and conducted business while he looked after his own projects that would ultimately help her in her reelection campaign. It was about noon when he realized he had finished all his major tasks that day. Itching for something to do while eating his lunch, he came up with the bright idea of making an appearance at the bowling alley.

He called ahead and when he got the confirmation that they’d love to have him, he headed down to Brickey’s Bowling. It was an old rundown factory that had been converted into a bowling alley. After decades of operation, it was looking worse for wear. Still, he entered the facility, shook a few hands, played a few games with the staff and even pretended to try and win a prize at some of the claw grab machines. There were few patrons at that time of day but the staff still manned the facilities regardless and it was them that he managed to convince to wear some ‘Vote Khazan’ badges.

Four o’clock was rolling in by the time he was leaving.

That’s when he noticed the bright lights and colors in the fields next to the bowling alley.

“A circus?” he asked aloud. “Did we give out a permit for the circus?”

He got in his car and drove around, looking for a path leading up to the circus. Much to his surprise, he couldn’t find one so he grit his teeth and drove his gray sedan through the unkempt and uneven grass right up to the circus. Just in front of the gates was a big sign that declared this to be the ‘Knothole Circus’. Again, he had never heard of them and was immediately suspicious of anyone or anything setting up a circus illegally.

Tie adjusted and back straight, Lucas strode through the gates and eyed the stalls. Apparently, he was just in time because it seemed that everyone was just heading to the big white and red big top. Strangely, everyone here was male. He didn’t see a single woman or anyone under the age of eighteen.

“What kind of circus is this?” he asked aloud.

He marched right up to the booth where a sole attendant was apparently taking tickets. Were he to channel his mother, he would have charged up to the booth, demanded to see the manager, declare that he was a mayoral aide and he did not recall anyone authorizing the operation of a circus. In the normal course of business, he would have gone through the right channels for such an accusation - talk to his lawyers first, gather evidence of wrong doing and consult his mother. But after an exhausting day and the stink of dishonesty and the campaign trail lingering on his expensive-looking but relatively cheap suit, his temper was short.

The line into the tent progressed very quickly. It didn’t seem like the guy manning the booth was even taking tickets. The scraggly youth with a ponytail was just waving people in. As Lucas got closer, he heard the man throw a few flirtatious comments at the incoming patrons. That made his skin crawl and feel prickly as he drew closer and closer. The hairs on the back of his neck stood on end as he approached the booth.

“Hey!” exclaimed the booth operator, flashing him a bright grin. His teeth were ridiculously straight though he had larger than average canines. They hid perfectly behind his full lips but when he smiled, they flashed against the colorful lights of the circus. “New face!”

Feeling the urge to be a contrarian because he was so irritated, Lucas instinctively said, “How do you know I’m new here?”

The man who had to be in his early twenties, gave him a charming little smile with his eyes half-closed like he was expecting Lucas to find his way to that answer. That expression changed for a second to one of realization - his eyes widening slightly and that smile fading. Then it became wistful, his eyes off in the distance and a slight blush on his cheeks.

“Oh man… I’m going to miss out on all the fun since I’m stuck here doing booth duty.” He shrugged his broad shoulders and gave Lucas a charming smile. “Word of advice, just enjoy the show. We’re only here for a short while and you do not want to miss this opportunity.” He winked slyly at Lucas like he had just been told some sort of clever joke. “Just seeing this place and crossing the threshold means you’re meant to be here.”

The slew of carnival-folk enigmatic talk had no effect on Lucas. Smoke and mirrors, he told himself. With little patience for misdirection, he passed through the tent flaps and into the dark of the circus. He headed up to one of the seats in the far back, shuffling uncomfortably due to the lack of back support. Funny how much he depended on those soft chairs with lumbar cushions back in the mayoral office. The tent was packed with few gaps between audience members but still with a comfortable space between each person. He thought he recognized a few people from the town but it was too dark to tell. Strange because those that he could see were completely foreign to him. The town was small enough that, most of the time, he could pick a few faces out of the crowd. At least 20% of them. But this crowd… he barely recognized anyone.

Before he could delve too much into it, what little lights there were dimmed and spotlights hanging in the scaffolding above them began bearing down on the center stage. A tall, dark-skinned man dressed in the red coat of the ringmaster complete with a tophat stepped up and spread his thick arms towards the crowd. A cheer rang out. Lucas didn’t rise like everyone else and just offered a little bit of applause so that he didn’t feel left out.

“Welcome one and all to the Knothole Circus!” bellowed the ringmaster. “We have a fantastic show for you today! One that’s sure to have you howling!”

Most of the audience let out playful howls of their own. All of them sounded incredibly convincing. The noise was oddly melodic. Though many of them were howling at different pitches or at different times, it came across as a harmonious chorus that would have world-class choirs turning green.

“We’re here to entertain!” exclaimed the ringmaster, pearly white teeth flashing. “We’re here to astound! And moreover, we’re here to give you a transformative experience! For all of you who are new to the show, please sit back, relax and enjoy just a sample of what the Knothole Circus as to offer_!_”

Just a sample? Lucas would have expected a circus to bring everything they had to bear if people were paying for the experience. Then again, he got in for free. Perhaps this was a ‘free first show’. Something to tantalize and tease so that people would be inclined to come back in the future and actually pay for the full experience. Highly predatory but at the same time, ingenious.

There was something about the ringmaster calling out newcomers that heralded back to what that booth attendant mentioned. Again, the hairs on the back of his neck rose and he couldn’t shake the feeling that something was… off.

His thoughts were pushed aside as drums began rumbling somewhere in the darkness, building to a crescendo and shepherding Lucas’ own heart to a euphoric excitement. Acrobats came pouring onto the stage dressed in tightly fitting spandex, each of them built to be lean, muscled and with nothing to hide. They tumbled, somersaulted and jumped over obstacles on the stage, amazing the crowd with their display. Lucas wasn’t so easily impressed.

At least until they started getting into more dangerous territory. A ring was set on fire and one of the burly acrobats jumped through the flames with ease. A trampoline was brought in and soon they were doing somersaults across from each other, barely missing one another as they tumbled through the air. Lucas had to admit that there were seconds when he held his breath as the show became more thrilling.

When the acrobats were done, the next act came rolling in. It was a show of some bodybuilders and tests of strength. He was incredibly impressed when he watched them throw large concrete balls at one another and catch them with ease. They showed incredibly dexterity as well when one of them stood atop the ball and another pushed it, the first somehow maintaining his balance. When a flood of clowns came out and the large men began lifting them up with ease, Lucas joined in with the others in the laughter.

The other acts were equally as memorable from the bikers driving around a metal sphere and defying gravity, a fire eater dancing around with some pyrotechnics thrown in and, of course, the clown joking around and even asking for some volunteers to participate in some of their antics. With Lucas being so far in the back, he wasn’t chosen though he caught himself raising his hand into the air eager to volunteer.

Then the trapeze artists came in.

He held his breath as he watched the strong men climb up the poles holding up the tent and a net was setup beneath them. Those drums were rising again and with it, his heart. The artists took up position and as the music reached its crescendo, they began. It started with the usual display of them leaping from one end to the other, grasping each other and catching the swinging poles. A few times, they did some amazing somersaults.

Then, one of the artists missed.

Lucas was on his feet with the rest of the crowd as he dropped and seemed like he would miss the net.

“No!” he cried.

Just as the man plummeted to the ground, he caught a glimpse of something swinging in from the corner of his eyes. It was another rope. The artist gripped it and he was suddenly sent hurtling over the crowd, expertly looping his ankle around the rope and spreading his arms wide as he did so. The man soared over the crowd, giving everyone a good glimpse of his taut, muscled body, his dazzling grin and broad shoulders.

It was all part of the act.

Lucas was cheering alongside everyone else.

The rest of the show went by as a blur. He just couldn’t shake the near-death experience from his mind. When the ringmaster appeared on the stage again, he was gripped by disappointment as he realized that the show was finally ending.

“Thank you for joining us for this event,” exclaimed the ringmaster, tipping his hat to them. “We’ve had thrills, chills, laughter and surprises! But I have one more act for you all.” He grinned, flashing his bright teeth at the audience. “For those of you who are coming to Knothole Circus for the first time, this will be a treat. For everyone else, what do you say we throw our heads back and howl!”

Again, a ripple of strangely convincing howls ripped through the crowd only this time, the ringmaster joined in. The spotlights all over the tent began going wild, swinging through the crowd. Lucas had to shield his eyes as it passed over him. He glanced away from the light as it swept to his left, towards his neighbor.

His eyes widened in shock.

The man that had been sitting beside him was no man. He was a huge, towering figure of fur and muscle. Standing at least seven feet tall, the creature had the build of one of those bodybuilders performing but he was covered in thick, gray fur and possessed enormous clawed hands that could have crushed his head with a simple flex. Atop his shoulders was a lupine face that was tilted back to join the howl.

The spotlight moved to the next man over and, just like the first, he was some sort of wolf-creature. Werewolves, his mind screamed. Everyone in the crowd was one such wolf. Even the ringmaster had somehow morphed into a lupine figure. Actors and performers came pouring in, all joining the howling and all of them were wolves. Even that stunning acrobat that faked his fall was a wolf - one with creamy red fur as an overcoat and a fluffier white on his chest and underside of his jaw.

Self preservation skills kicked in. Lucas barreled back down the stairs, avoiding furry arms and meaty legs as the werewolves started thrusting their limbs all around themselves to the rhythm of the music blaring as part of the celebration. He vaguely saw a few more human figures in the crowd quickly lost them in the sea of fur and muscles. Somehow, he managed to bottom of the stairs but stopped as the lights around them shifted in vibrancy and hue. Suddenly, the tent became filled with gyrating bodies and an addictive rhythm. The wolves were all dancing with one another, getting intimately close, large paws over one another. Some threw aside all pretense and began openly kissing and molesting each other. A couple in front of him shamelessly reached into the pants of their partner and was clearly giving each other a handjob in the shifting lights of the circus.

Lucas tore his gaze from the sight and burst out of the tent…

… and immediately hit a brick wall.

He stumbled back, stars flashing before his eyes. The dazzling colors of the circus didn’t help either. Through his blurred vision, he saw someone towering over him. A big, powerful paw seized his wrist and pulled him to his feet. Fear gripped him; fear of being molested, manhandled or even raped. The grip, however, was gentle and the moment he was on his feet, that same paw dusted off his shoulders.

“Big surprise, huh?” came the rumble.

As his vision cleared, he saw the soft, gentle features of that same wolf that had faked his fall - the red and white acrobat. For a second, his heart eased up. There was a soothing warmth of endorphins that came from looking upon the cute features of a canine followed quickly by the intelligent part of him screaming that he was talking to a werewolf. He took a step back in terror, lifting his arm across his chest protectively.

“Who… What are you?” he demanded. “What is this place!?”

“This?” the acrobat said, spread his meaty arms up. “This is the Knothole Circus. And me? My name is Lawson Crane.” As he lowered his arms, Lucas realized that the wolf was completely naked, putting his enormous, bright red member on full display. The slick, rocket-shaped cock was dripping with precum like a waterfall and had to at least be as long and thick as Lucas’ arm.

Lucas wrinkled his nose in disgust at the musky scent of all these men began to permeate the air, filling it with a heavy quality that blurred his thoughts. Before he could say anything, another arm not belonging to Lawson snaked around the acrobat’s waist and gripped his throbbing member. Lawson moaned as another wolf with black and brown fur assaulted him from behind. Lucas wasn’t sure whether there was penetration or not. He was just outwardly horrified at the brazen act of sex that was being enacted right in front of him. So shocked, in fact, that he just stood there as the Lawson had his cock stroked while the acrobat reached up, flexing his triceps. His eyes were drawn from those bulging muscles down the sloping, spreading lats of the wolf to follow the trail of muscular mounds that was the lupine six-pack. From there, it was a quick descent along the red rod that was Lawson’s cock.

Some higher mental faculties eventually kicked in when he noticed that Lawson’s testicles were a little odd. Instead of a clear two orbs contained within a furry sack, it was one, single, enormous sack. Even as Lawson’s orgasm drew closer and closer and his scrotum tightened against the base of his balls, there was no clear definition between the two testicles… like he only had one massive testicle. It was like he was carrying a single, enormous grapefruit in a white, furry pouch. It wasn’t lopsided like he was missing a testicle due to surgery. It did not look out of place and strangely appeared symmetrical with the rest of his body.

Those same brain functions finally managed to make some form of cohesive thought but it was just a simple, two-word sentence.

He’s cumming.

Instincts kicked in at that point but it was already too late. Lawson let out a howl that joined with the rest of the circus. Lucas was just starting to pull away but it was too late. Hot, wet cum sailed through the air, arcing towards him in slow motion. There was a microsecond when he got a look at that sailing seed. Perhaps it was just the full spectrum of colors from the rave that was occurring behind him but he thought the seed looked like it had a pearlescent sheen to it and was a little… bluish in color.

Then the cum landed on his face…

… and everything went white.

Many are silenced by louder voices...

Lucas jumped awake. Vivid images flooded his mind. Lingering sensations haunted each of his senses. He could swear he could still taste a wolf’s flesh on his tongue, feel fur against his skin and the warmth of another man’s ass around his cock. His head swam with a confusing dream of fucking a sexy acrobat in his trailer while howling in joy with every orgasm that erupted from his cock.

Speaking of which, he glanced down at his rock-hard erection and felt the wetness around his member; evidence of a recent orgasm.

“What the hell…?” he whispered to himself.

Casting his gaze around himself, he confirmed that he was once again back in his bed in the mayoral mansion. He started to take stock of his surroundings just making sure that he was still in control of his senses. Same bed. Same annoyingly soft pillows. Same carpet. Everything was the same.

It was just a dream. One fantastic dream but still a dream.

He ran a hand through his hair. The pang of regret crept up from his chest. Being so free in that circus even if it was only briefly, seemed like a good life to have. Making love to wolves over and over was perhaps a little extreme but he enjoyed the freedom that came with being part of a wandering circus. No one to judge him for what he wanted. No one to hold him to the same standard as his mother. No one to tell him who he had to be to further their career.

But it was all a dream and he had to return to reality. A reality where he would be his mother’s shadow and eventually her successor in exchange for a life in luxury and a future where he could make a difference in this world.

He threw off the sheets, surprised by the fact that he was now very naked. His raging erection taunted him, begging for attention. On instinct, he glanced at the clock and his heart jumped to his throat, blood rushing away from his cock and into the rest of his body. Aubrey Khazan would be downstairs eating breakfast soon. If he wasn’t there, if he broke the routine, there would be hell to pay.

Lucas bolted towards the bathroom connected to his bedroom, ignoring the droplets of cum that splattered all over his thighs as practically dove into the shower. Cold water descended on his body, killing whatever libido he may have had and setting his mind on a path to clarity. The water was barely getting warm when he had already finished shampooing his hair and washing down. He stepped out of the shower, dried himself and headed to the bathroom mirror to start grooming himself.

The third surprise for the day came when he realized that in what must have just been the last twenty-four hours, he was looking much scruffier. His neatly trimmed hair had grown out, starting to show the natural curls that developed with length. Though he had just shaved the previous day, there was a very distinct five o’clock shadow around his cheeks with increased volume around his jawline. The biggest change was the swirls of chest hair that he had sworn he had trimmed down to barely a stubble just the previous day. The way all of his body hair had been arranged seemed to accentuate muscle that he never knew he had before. His chest seemed a little more pronounced with the way his chest hair gathered around the base of his pectorals and the treasure trail traced the lines of abdominal muscles that he never knew existed. Not that it was surprising given that he did do a run every morning. Maybe his fitness routine was finally showing progress.

Bringing himself back to the present, he shook his head and made a snap decision. Quickly shaving his beard back down to a point where he was perfectly clean shaved without the whisper of facial hair on his face, he left everything else knowing they would likely be covered by his suit. Thankfully, he had work clothes ready in his closet which he hurriedly threw on, slipping a tie around his neck to close any part of his body hair being shown.

Dressed and ready, he bolted down the stairs and made it to the dining table before his mother. He had his tablet and was just starting to browse her schedule when she came gliding down the stairs, pristine and porcelain as always. She sat down on her side to the table and began her meal without saying a word. It was only after a sip of coffee and a bite from her oatmeal that she said something.

“You were hurried this morning.”

He suppressed the urge to gulp loudly and pretended that he was unaffected by her comment. “How could you tell?” he asked calmly.

“The whole town could hear your cry of surprise as you woke up. You were also hardly subtle with your rush. Your hair is a mess.” Her cold gaze regarded him. “You need a haircut.”

“I’ll get one during my lunch break.”

“Do it.” She turned to her meal, taking a few bites from her oatmeal. Once again, he was privy to her dreaded ‘disappointed pause’ which made his skin go tight and his heart freeze in his chest. “You have an image to protect.”

Yes he did. Her image.

The fires of resentment burned in his chest, thawing hew cold grip on him. Biting his tongue, he regarded her schedule one more time to make sure there were no clashes. Memories joggled as he recalled what each meeting meant and when he had placed it on the calendar. He frowned, however, when he noticed one large three-hour meeting between noon and three that hadn’t been there previously.

“Mother,” he began.

“I am meeting with Trivolin.”

That name made him mentally gag not only because the California entrepreneur was very definition of a man who scammed people out of their money but also the kind of person that lived in a ‘new age dogma’ that made him sick. Constant juice cleanses, a manbun, touted himself as a ‘different kind of businessman’ and constantly went around smelling like he hadn’t showered in days. The owner of the company known as PillowMe created supposedly comfortable pillows that were designed to ‘self-repair’ when not in use. His ‘patented technology’ meant that his pillows would never go flat over time. He made millions out of it in California and had recently made it into the Khazans’ orbit. He was the source of the irritatingly soft pillow that Lucas slept on that gave him neck pain every morning.

One of the reasons Lucas had taken to running in the mornings was that he would wake up very early with said neck pain and exercise seemed to be the only way to alleviate it.

“Surely a meeting with Tristan, isn’t worth sacrificing your lunch break, a campaign speech at a high school and a meeting with the crew building that new stadium.”

Despite how annoyed she would be at using Trivolin’s actual name, Aubrey Khazan showed no inclination of irritation. Her face was still as impassive and unbreakable as ever. She did deploy her patented ‘I’m-not-angry-just-disappointed-brand’ of silence, however. Again, Lucas was left with his skin crawling and every hair on his body seemed to want to shrink back into their follicles and be as obedient as possible by matching her alabaster features.

“You know his name is Trivolin.”

Trivolin. No surname. Tristan Volle had officially changed his name when he became a millionaire to ‘Trivolin’. He wanted to make sure his name was not ordinary. In a book his published - and yes, he had published a book about his success - he mentioned that in order to make an impact in the world, living by a unique identifier is the first step. There was nothing wrong with a name like ‘Tristan’ but when there were other people in the world called Tristan and he needed a surname or a combination of other names to separate himself from the rest of the world, it made less of an impact. People only had the capacity to recognize others by one or two names. As the world’s population grew larger, people had to add more and more names to themselves to separate themselves from others.

So he picked an entirely unique name that set him apart from everyone else.

No surname either.

Screw government forms and international standards.

He was just Trivolin.

It made Lucas sick. Even sicker that he had to sit down and read that damn book. And in recent years, Trivolin had been seen in Aubrey Khazan’s presence more and more. Rumors were floating around about some sort of romantic connection between the two but the Mayor of Newberry had been insistent that it was strictly professional. PillowMe was going to build their new headquarters in Newberry.

This only hurt Aubrey’s campaign. Her original slogan of ‘Big as the Big Cities’ seemed to catch on fire when you had a big-city California entrepreneur trying to set up shop in your city.

Needless to say, Lucas vehemently objected to the relationship - romantic or otherwise.

Still, he could not stop her from doing anything.

“I shall cancel your meetings,” he said.

“Stop talking like you’re from the 1980’s. It makes you less approachable.”

There it was. Criticism that was designed to ‘better’ him. Forcing a smile, all he could say was, “Yes, Mother.”

“Mom. No one calls their maternal parents ‘mother’ except for those with creepy Oedipus Complexes.” Right on time, she finished her meal, got up and walked back up the stairs to freshen up before leaving.

Lucas suppressed a sigh and quickly finished his own meal before heading up stairs. He didn’t realize he had his fists clenched tightly until he was in his bathroom and the pain of his fingernails digging into his palms became a little more prominent. He glanced down, surprised at his own fury. It took a concerted effort to pull his fingers away form his palms and when he did, he noticed that there were big, red indentations in his palms. Was he really that mad?

Stranger still were the blackened cuticles at the base of his nails. Had he forgotten to cut his nails this week? Should he get a manicure to clean them?

That would have to wait until later. He needed to get ready before his mother drove off without him again and he’d be forced to take his own car. Not that he minded. After all the chaos of that confusing dream, he needed some time to himself. Perhaps he should take the day off and see to some personal grooming. He needed a haircut - at least according to his mother’s opinion.

He glanced up from the bathroom sink and regarded his features with a weary look. That dream had been so vivid. The more he poked at it, the more he couldn’t make sense of what happened. In fact, he was sure he had lost several hours after visiting the bowling alley. How had he gotten home? What did he have for dinner? What did he do after promoting his mother’s message? Was there even really a Knothole Circus?

Those questions swirled around in his head, stoking the flames of curiosity.

He had no answers… but he knew where to get them.

... demanding that all others sound exactly like them...

Lucas had no free time that day until it was officially time to leave work. Canceling those appointments had been a headache but he managed to do it while his mother was trapezing around with Trivolin. At about six in the evening, after making sure there was nothing left for him to do, he took his car and drove it back to Brickey’s Bowling. Part of him was expecting the circus to not be there but lo and behold, as he approached the big, empty, grass field, it was sitting there, staring back at him, lights and all.

His heart was in his throat. All day he had tried to rationalize what had happened. Maybe it had just been an ordinary return to the home after visit Brickey’s that he didn’t register what happened. His mother had no appointments that evening and nothing exciting happened to her so he didn’t have any reason to remember said evening.

But through it all, he felt the call of the circus luring him like a siren to wayward sailors. Somehow he resisted. Or rather, he was constantly reminded of his position and the expectations set out for him. The invisible collar around his neck was tugged and pulled by the string of his mother and he was path was righted.

Everything his mother did was for him, right? Eventually, she would retire from the mayoral role and he would be set up to take her place. Of course he would have to campaign for it but with his background in local politics and the foundation she had set, it was pretty much a guaranteed thing.

And yet he was still drawn to that circus. It was that nagging smudge in his otherwise perfect facade of the mayor’s son and genius. He sat in his car, parked in the parking lot of Brickey’s Bowling until the sun had fully set and the circus’ lights pierced the night like a second dawn. His eyes were constantly darting between those alluring, hypnotic lights and his phone. Every few minutes, a text would appear from his mother.

‘Move my 2 o’clock to Friday’

‘Make a statement at the Children’s Hospital tomorrow’

‘Arranged an interview with the Newberry Herald for you.’

‘Remember to get a haircut.’

No concern. Even though it was well past seven in the evening and he should have been home at that point, there wasn’t a shred of worry in any of her texts. Part of him justified that she had enough trust in him that she expected him to be autonomous. That and tone was extremely difficult to convey through text. It was probably his fault. He had never been one to call out for help or give any indication that he ever needed any sort of help so it was natural that she would expect a degree of independence from him. She put her trust in him to be one of her aides and to work for her campaign without embarrassing her.

Like she said, there was an image he had to protect.

“Whatcha got there?”

Lucas jumped in surprise and finally looked up from his phone. Somehow, in his self-reflection, he had found himself in the middle of the circus grounds. In front of him a tall, lean human man with a scruffy reddish-brown five-o’clock shadow, curly hair that partially covered his ears, a godly build where his abdominals and pectorals were clearly outlined against the tight-fitting green shirt that matched his similarly colored eyes. He wore a nutty brown leather jacket over his broad shoulders and a pair of pale khaki shorts that revealed beefy calves that disappeared into a pair of white sneakers.

“N - Nothing!” stammered Lucas, tucking his phone away. “I was… I was just…” He cocked his head to the side, examining the man intently. “You… seem familiar.”

The man threw his head back and let out a laugh. “I guess we do sort of look alike.”

Now that he closely examined this stranger, they did seem a little alike. Apart from the build, height and less refinement in his grooming, they could be seen as fairly similar. He was sure that if he let his hair grow out and didn’t shave for a few days, he could have looked like this man’s younger brother.

Shaking his head free of the thought, he quickly said, “Listen, something is wrong with this place. You need to get out of here.” He reached into his wallet and flashed his ID. “My names is Lucas Khazan. I’m the mayor of Newberry’s son and her mayoral aide.”

The man lifted an eyebrow and gave him a charmingly lopsided grin. “Okay… So… should I call you… Mr. Khazan… your Mayoral-Aide-Ship or…?”

“Just Luke… I mean, Lucas,” he stumbled. “Look, whatever charm this circus may have, it is currently illegally set up. And there’s something strange about this place too.”

“Strange?” repeated the man. “Like what?”

“It’s… hard to explain.” How could he explain it? That last night he had come to this circus, watched everyone transform into wolves and supposedly fucked a sexy acrobat and loved it? After all that, he somehow woke up back in his room. Was any of that real? Was it just a fever dream brought on by exhaustion?

“You don’t look good, man,” said the man. “Maybe we should get out of here? Come on, let me drive you somewhere.”

“I…” He pressed a hand against the side of his head, feeling the throbbing of his brain against his skull. An inferno was burning deep within his mind and pumping suffocating smoke throughout the rest of his skull, making it hard to think. What he did know was that this place was dangerous. Maybe they used lead-based paint or all the sickly sweet fumes and saturated fats in the air was causing some sort of allergic reaction in him. His strict diet made sure that he was not allowed to have any sort of food considered ‘unhealthy’ by his mother. A body deprived of such succulent, salty and sweet delights was likely to be repulsed by being surrounded by such temptations.

“Yeah,” he mumbled. “Let’s go.”

He was led by his savior out of the circus grounds towards a group of parked cars, particularly a large, deep red pickup truck with a license plate from a state he didn’t recognize. Everything was large and roomy inside with plush, heated seats offering some degree of relief. Lucas hadn’t noticed that he was incredibly tense until the warmth from the seat seeped into his bones and caused him to relax. Even the soft rumbling of the car as it pulled out of the loose parking space didn’t bother him. It even seemed to shake off the haze that was clouding his mind.

“I never got your name,” he commented, a soft smile on his lips.

“Lawson. Lawson Crane.”

He was immediately awake and alert. That name brought alarm bells through his mind. This was the man that he had invaded his dreams the previous night. This was his supposed to be the wolf that he had fucked over and over again.

This man was the object of his fantasies.

But he was a man. Not a wolf.

So much didn’t add up and despite the soothing vibrations and heat from the heated passenger seat, the blurry feeling in his head was returning.

“Thanks, Lawson,” he muttered. “I… I’m a little… confused right now.”

“Maybe you’re just hungry,” Lawson answered with a gentle smile. “I know I get headaches when I don’t eat. When was the last time you had any food?”

Lucas did some quick calculations. “Around noon. Just my usual half portion of a Thai beef salad.”

He got a quizzical side-long glance from his rescuer. “Half-portion?” Lawson repeated

“Yes.” Lucas straightened, his body immediately going into the automatic press-conference mode. “I have a standard to uphold and as such, I need to watch what I eat. Half-portions during lunch time not only saved on money as I can half the second half the following day or during dinner but it also ensures that I get the nourishment I need halfway through the day without compromising my productivity.”

“Jesus… Are you trying to sell me a salad?” laughed Lawson. “It’s seven right now. You must be starving. Come on. I’ll get us something. My treat.”

“But -” There was no use fighting as Lawson was the one on the wheel. They were already down Restaurant Boulevard by the time he managed to look out the window and check if the doors were locked so he could make a hasty escape. Nostalgia stopped him from fighting further as memories flooded him of this very street.

Eight years ago, just as Aubrey Khazan was starting her campaign for mayorship, this stretch of road was rundown, nearly abandoned and barely had any greenery on it. With her platform of ‘Big as the Big Cities’, Aubrey had made this road a big campaign promise. She swore that by the end of her term, she would beautify the entire road. And she did. Within two years, new restaurants had moved into the abandoned townhouses and trees had been planted all along the boulevard. Now, those trees had grown to form a beautiful canopy over the wide, smooth road and every building was some sort of family-owned restaurant with top-quality food and outdoor seating.

He distinctly remembered walking down this road feeling pride of what his mother had done. Now… he felt sick that all this really did was provide her a foundation to pursue her ambitions and was buried so far beneath her that it lay forgotten. She never actually ate in any of these restaurants anymore.

Lawson parked his truck in front of a cozy Italian restaurant. Given how little he frequented this part of town, Lucas didn’t recognize it at all. He nevertheless followed Lawson through the front door. The dining room was moderately filled and the waiter found them a booth, handing them menus before muttering something about bringing them water. Lucas found that incredibly rude and would reflect that in the tip.

“So what’s good here?” Lawson asked, poring over the menu.

A blush touched Lucas’ cheek. “Everything.”

The man peered up from his menu. “Okay. Anything you’d recommend?”

“It’s all good.”

“Luke, give me more than that.” Lawson turned the menu towards him. “There’s got to be twenty appetizers, and fifty mains. You’ve got to like something.”

Panicking a little, Lucas said the first thing ‘Italian’ that came to mind while completely ignoring that Lawson had gotten his name wrong. “The lasagna.”

“Which one? Spinach and ricotta? Traditional beef? Pork and beef? Three cheese?”

“Come on!” Lucas snarled in frustration, gazing down at the menu. “No Italian restaurant would have multiple lasagnas on offer…” His features immediately dropped. “Oh no… there it goes.”

Lawson gave him a bright, mirthful laugh. “You’ve… never been here before, have you?” Lucas just ducked his head and didn’t reply. “That’s okay. Do you want to go somewhere else? Somewhere you’re more familiar?”

“That wouldn’t help. I haven’t been to any of the placed down this road in a long while.”

His host and the handsome man of his dreams didn’t reply for a few seconds. The waiter returned with their waters and immediately strode away without even asking if they were ready to order. That irritated Lucas to no end. The guy definitely was not getting a tip. Sure the restaurant was relatively busy but it was still no excuse to be completely dismissive.

“Is it because of your whole diet thing?” asked Lawson, bringing him back to the present.

Lucas nodded abashedly. “Like I said. I’ve got an image to uphold.”

“Whose image? Yours?”

The question made the clouds swirling in his head turn into ominous thunderheads. “My mother’s.” The words left a bitter taste in his mouth.

“Wow,” Lawson chuckled, leaning back against his chair. “Sounds like she’s trying to make you like her. She’s mayor, right?”

Lucas nodded.

“Guess she’s got to protect her image. Can’t have the mayor’s son running around doing something she would disprove of. It’s an election year too.”

“Got that right,” Lucas sighed. “But it won’t end with this year, you know. Every year she strays further and further away from her initial message. She’s alienating the people that go her elected. She’s drowning the town in big city funds. More than ever, she’s becoming a goddamn hypocrite!”

“You’ve got some strong opinions about your mother.” Lawson took a sip from his drink before setting it down. “Why don’t you say anything?”

He rolled his eyes and mirrored Lawson’s gesture of taking a sip from his own glass. “Don’t you think I’ve tried? Every time I raise my voice to object, she puts on this condescending tone like she’s disappointed in me for daring to say something that isn’t aligned with what she’s thinking.” He made claws with his hands, holding them in the air in front of him like he was manifesting his frustration into a ball and trying to pop it. “She does this infuriating thing where she pauses after you say something, making you sit in your thoughts before she finally says something borderline insulting. Like you can’t be mad at her because she’s right.”

Lawson gave him a sympathetic smile. “I guess that’s what happens when you’re the son of a public figure. Especially one that’s got you whipped.”

Lucas felt like he had been struck by lightning. “I have not been whipped!”

“Yeah, yeah you have,” chuckled the much bigger, more muscular man. “I mean, you’re her mayoral aide. You’re not a minister of anything. You’re there to assist her. Do you even have an actual job? Are you paid?”

“Of course I’m paid!”

“Good. At least you’re not a slave. But think about it. What does your day look like? Do you do anything that doesn’t revolve around her?”

His immediately instinct was to reject Lawson’s accusations and vehemently protest that he did a lot of things for himself. But the more he thought about it… From the moment he got up, he was dancing to her tune. He had to be ready before she was and have her schedule memorized. He was shifting around meetings to her orders. Any statements he made was for her benefit. He was always representing her which was why he had to be as clean and perfect as possible.

There was nothing he ever did for himself. Not even his morning runs.

It was all for her… And it made him sick.

“I think I need to use the restroom,” he rumbled, immediately getting up. Without waiting for Lawson’s reaction, he stumbled towards the bathroom, clutching his stomach. A sudden feeling of emptiness gnawed at his core, like he had just been hollowed out. He stumbled into the bathroom, hyperventilating and staggered over to the sink. Thankfully, the entire bathroom was empty so he had time to let out a little bit of panic.

He stared at his reflection and thought back to seeing that sexy wolf that was supposedly Lawson Crane. The more he thought about Lawson, the more he envisioned a life together. Not just the previous night but all the times before. They were the shining stars through the hazy nebula that clouded his mind. Memories that filled him with love, affection and a purpose that wasn’t so empty like the one he shared with his mother.

“You at least grow with your brother,” he grumbled. “It’s not one-sided.” He reached out, pressing his hand against the mirror. His miserable reflection did the same. “You learn new techniques, make up new performances and learn from the rest of the circus. You’re not just an acrobat. You’re not just defined by your lover either. You’re your own person. Your own wolf.”

Lucas made a fist and lowered his head. “Unlike me…”

He took a long, ragged breath and leaned down towards the sink. The time for self-pity was over. The problem was identified so now he had to do something about it. A quick splash of water onto his face and his mind was starting to clear up; that inferno that was spewing smog all over his thoughts died down a little. Only a few smoldering embers remained.

“I’m going to go to my mother,” he told himself firmly, eyes still on the drain in the sink. “I’m going to tell her that what she’s doing is stupid and that I don’t agree with her fucking around with Trivolin. She’s lost her message and she’s steamrolling her constituents for personal gain.” He slapped the sides of the sink resolutely. “If she doesn’t change her course, I’m resigning.”

Then he straightened and was startled when he found his reflection and a familiar wolf staring back at him.

Lawson’s big, furry paws wrapped around his waist, pulling him close against the large, muscled chest barely contained beneath the tight shirt. Despite being over a foot taller than he was as a human, somehow his clothes just fit more snugly around him. Lawson’s muzzle nuzzled his right ear, sending thrills of pleasure throughout his body. The few sparks in his mind reignited into a blazing inferno, once again spewing a heady cloud over his thoughts and dulling his sensibilities. A dopey grin spread across his features as blood rushed towards his crotch, his erection straining against his pants.

“Glad you came to that conclusion, Luke,” rumbled Lawson, his paw sliding over the mound throbbing in from of Lucas’ pants. “Now let me make you cum to a different kind of conclusion.”

Lucas let out a whine as Lawson’s fingers expertly undid his belt began pulling down his pants and underwear. His cock throbbed and was quickly consumed by the wolf’s huge paw, disappearing into those massive fingers. Each stroke was ecstasy. His legs grew weak, shaking at the knees. Thankfully, his brother was there to support him.

“What… what’s happening…?” he moaned, eyelids fluttering. “What are you… what are you doing to me…?”

The noise of fabric tearing brought Lucas’ eyes back down to his crotch. His already erect cock was growing again. He could feel the blood pumping into it. That rush of arousal as his flesh stretched and strained against his briefs. His toes curled in his dress shoes, his fingers grabbing fistfuls of Lawson’s fur. Lucas bit his lower lip all to keep himself from moaning so loud that the other restaurant goers would hear. All through this, his eyes were transfixed on his crotch.

A big, wet stain began spreading from the tip of the bulge, precum soaking into the fabric and weakening its structure. The elastic band pulled away from his flesh as his length grew in all directions. He could feel his balls filling out his briefs, feel the cum sloshing inside and multiplying, inflating his testicles until they filled out his briefs. The sudden size of his genitals triggered a rush of masculinity in him and he found his arms stretching upwards, hooking around his brother’s neck and flexing his biceps instinctively to pull Lawson closer to him.

Tearing noises began emanating from his crotch. Even without looking, he could his member fattening up until it was as thick as his wrist. Ropes of precum poured down his neck, dripping past the capacity of his underwear. The tip of his member pushed past the fabric, emerging as a pointed canine member that splattered his juices all over the sink like a clear, white burst of fireworks. There was almost a relief as the hole in his briefs receded, sliding back over his bright, pink, vascular dick before setting at the base of his member.

“I’m setting you free,” rumbled Lawson, answering a question he could barely remember asking. “Come on, little brother. Let’s break you out.”

... conducting the choir to their deaf tones.

Lucas’ eyes sprang open. An explosion erupted from his groin, thrusting his hips upwards, forcing his back to arch and his fingers to curl around his sheets. A strained cry erupted from his throat. Volcanic pleasure rocketed throughout his entire body. Waves upon waves of ecstasy radiated from his groin, each one preceded by another eruption of pure bliss that sent his mind reeling. His eyes were rolling wildly beneath his fluttering eyelids. Just as one burst ebbed and his ass touched the sweat-stained sheets, another eruption came blasting out of his throbbing member with such force that he was thrusting his hips clear off the bed. Each cycle of thrusting and descent caused his mattress and its frame to groan in protest. It was only halfway through the molten eruptions of agonizingly brief pleasure that he became aware of the splashes of wet seed upon his face… and how it was getting caught in his facial hair.

He grit his teeth, biting back his howls of release and that seemed to signify to his body that it was time to finally stop the onslaught of pleasure. The flood began to subside and he collapsed upon the bed, exhausted and panting, soaked in his own sweat and seed. Dazed, he barely registered the thinnest slivers of sunlight dancing between the curtains. The temptation to shuffle over to the other side of his king-sized bed, curl up in his sheets and drift off back into slumber was very tempting but the thought of his cum hardening against his skin or accidentally rolling himself into his seed-soaked sheets became less and less appealing.

Lucas fought off the urge to close his eyes and rolled out of bed. He yawned loudly, foregoing the polite thing to do and covering his mouth as he did so and shuffled sleepily towards the adjacent bathroom. All his focus was pooled into putting one foot in front of the other instead of the raging hard-on that was throbbing between his legs and demanding just one more burst of cum. The sensitive flesh tingled with anticipation, pleading for attention. However, every second he ignored it, it lost its grip on his thoughts and he somehow managed to make it to his bathroom sink.

That’s when he saw it.

Suddenly awake, Lucas stared in disbelief at the big, hot, red, throbbing canine member sticking out of a white, furry sheath currently attached to his groin. Now semi-hard, the crimson rocket’s knot had deflated but it was still a monstrous foot-long. Just to prove that the alien cock was attached to him, he reached down and poked its tip. A lightning bolt of pleasure shot through him and the vibrating dick was instantly fully erect again; an eager puppy that had just been given the slightest sliver of attention. Precum spurted from the pointed tip and splattered all over his bathroom mirror with the intensity of an orgasm.

“Fuck…” he breathed. “What is happening to me?”

Lucas leaned forward, catching his weight on the edges of the sink, trying to center himself and focus on anything but the throbbing source of pleasure in beating as fast as his heartbeat between his legs. With shaking hands, he reached up and turned on the faucet to as cold as it would go. Icy water dripped between his fingers and pooled in his cupped palm. A quick splash to the face cut through the heat and haze of his arousal, giving him time to think.

He needed answers.

First, he needed to find a way to hide his transformation. As he gazed up from his member, he realized that would be much harder than simply hiding his canine cock. His chest hair was much thicker now and yet, despite the increased swirls of dark hair, they only served to accentuate his bigger pectorals and rigid abdominals. Somehow, his bright pink nipples poked out from beneath the dense bush just as easily. He couldn’t help but turn to his side and compare just how far out his chest was pushing out in front of him. This was in comparison to his arms which had inflated in size with a single, thick vein running over his bicep before splitting off into a delta of blood vessels over his forearms. Thick curls of his hair had grown far more densely and now tumbled over his ears. A light beard clung to the edges of his face, not quite full but thick enough to avoid splotchy smears and to accentuate his jawline and lips.

“Not bad…” he admitted to himself. His mind wandered to Lawson’s human form and recalled how he looked before he was being manhandled by the wolf in the bathroom. There was no denying that they looked so similar now. Was Lawson turning him into his clone…?

Shaking the thoughts from his head, he headed into the shower before his arousal got the better of him. The cold waters did wonders to kill his hyperactive libido. The raging canine cock shrank back into the furry, white sheath, just cheekily poking out of the fluffy tube perched above two, large, furry testicles. Unlike actual canines, there was no flap of skin to pin his sheath to his abdomen. It was very much like a normal, human penis…if that penis was rocket-shaped, bright red and currently hidden within a tube of flesh.

Lucas put that all out of his mind and went about getting cleaned up, washing all the cum he had accumulated off his body and making sure he was as clean as possible. A stinging sensation pierced his nostrils the moment he opened the shampoo bottle. It was far too sweet and floral. Strange because it was the same shampoo he had been using for the past six years ever since image became such an important thing for his mother. He even had to smell like his mother. Putting it aside, he had a little more luck with the soap which was designed to be scentless but still smelled like candle wax to him.

Satisfied that he no longer had any traces of his emissions on him, he emerged from the shower and proceeded to dry himself off. It was during his toweling that he noticed his back was surprisingly free of body hair. Everything was focused on his chest. While being grateful for not having to shave back there, he was nonetheless puzzled why the growth of body hair had been so targeted. Were werewolves not meant to be hairy all over? Why was this infection turning him into a sexy man?

“Sexy man…?” he mumbled, looking at his reflection once more. Where had that thought come from? In his entire adult life, he had never once considered himself a ‘sexy man’. His entire image had been built to compliment his mother’s. Her marketing team had made sure he looked as far from his father as possible. The shadow of what he had looked like before danced before his eyes and his lips curled back to let out a soft growl at the vaguely androgynous homunculus.

That growl turned into a grin as he flexed his chest at the mirror, dispelling the ghost of what he had been.

“Yeah. I am a sexy man, aren’t I?”

Straightening up, he ran the towel through his hair, not bothering with any of the product that he often had to lather through his curls to make them as straight as and neat as possible. He liked how it felt without heavy wax of artificial paste that had ‘great hold’. There was just something nice about how it naturally fell into their curls that shaped his beard well or his thick sideburns blended well with his beard.

With a smile, he proceeded to go through his wardrobe. The suits seemed so stuffy and even as he tried one on, he realized that they were far too tight. His mother’s ethereal threads tugged at him, telling him to put on the blazer and pants even if it hurt… until he heard the roar of a car engine from outside. Out the window, he watched his mother’s car zoom off past the gates and off the world. The clock told him he was already late.

Dread crept into his veins, turning his blood to ice… for about ten seconds when he realized he basically had the day off. Aubrey Khazan could go through the day without her assistant and mayoral aide for one day. Especially if that one day was spent trying to figure out what was happening within that illegal circus.

Inspiration struck and a new sense of freedom filled Lucas. He turned towards his wardrobe and grabbed his running shorts. They felt tight against his inflated thighs and ran up a little too high but he didn’t mind. The tank top was a little too tight on him and with his chest now being as big as it was, the rim of the garment ran up his abs and revealed his midriff. So he decided to toss one of his collared shirts over it but kept the sleeves rolled up and the buttons undone. None of his formal shoes fit but he was able to squeeze his feet into his runners. He made a mental note that if he was going to be stuck in this form, he would need to buy bigger shoes.

Dressed - and completely oblivious to his absence of underwear - Lucas charged out of the mansion and jumped into his car. Excitement pumped through his veins as he drove through town. He was quietly pleading for the Knothole Circus to still be there. He knew it would be there but there was still this sliver of a doubt that crept through his mind that he was imagining everything and maybe all the changes in his body was just something… else. Yet, as the old warehouse that was Brickey’s Bowling came into view, so too did the red and white big top tent of the Circus.

The grin was his face was plastered there naturally. A strange homing instinct took over. He stepped out of his car and following the path of stalls and carnival games to the rear of the circus. No one was manning the attractions, naturally. It was still far too early. However, he was starting to see the stirrings of life amongst the residents as he made his way to the trailers. Not the least of which was the rhythmic bouncing of one said trailer that denoted someone was getting railed. He gave that one a wide berth.

His interest fell upon one particular trailer which was hitched to a familiar big, red truck. The fact that it was attached to Lawson’s truck sent a thunderbolt of urgency through his body and he immediately knocked on the door. Only a few seconds later, the door sprang open.

Lawson answered, appearing human and a far less scruffy and hairy version of Lucas. Which made sense, at least in Lucas’ mind. An acrobat would need to be aerodynamic so it made sense that he had less body hair. His would-be-twin was completely naked and yet didn’t possess the canine member that was currently bulging in Lucas’ running shorts. His uncut cock was still just out there for everyone to see.

“Oh hey,” Lawson greeted, giving him a toothy grin. “Didn’t expect to see you so soon.” He sipped some coffee from the mug he held. “You wanna come in?”

“I want an explanation,” Lucas demanded, making a vague gesture at himself. “What’s happening to me!?”

“Come on in and I’ll give you the rundown.”

Lawson took another sip from his mug and padded into the trailer. Lucas followed him with a huff but was immediately struck by how… luxurious the trailer was. The interior was fully carpeted and from the soft warmth radiating from the floor, heated. There was enough space for three men to stand side by side and it was long enough to be comparable to a single-bedroom apartment. Immediately in front of him was a kitchenette complete with stove top, microwave and a sink. To his right was the rear of the trailer pair with the bathroom facilities and a sitting area. To his left was the dining area which consisted of a horseshoe-shaped couch and a circular table in the middle. Past that was a large bed.

“This is…” he began.

“Bigger than what it looks like on the outside?” finished Lawson. “Yeah. I know.” The acrobat sat down on the table, still fully naked. “So, do I look human to you?’

The question was bizarre and Lucas gingerly approached him, refusing to sit for the moment. “Yes. Are you… not…?”

Lawson looked disappointed and set down his mug. “Damn. Guess you’re not as far along as I thought you would be after last night.”

“Last night? What happened last night?”

The acrobat ignored his question. “Do you have the cock at least? One testicle?”

Lucas’ cheeks burned. “That’s none of your business.”

A bushy eyebrow rose. “So that’s a yes to both? And you still see me as human? Weird.”

“Will you start making sense?” Lucas demanded. “And I’ll have you know I still have two testicles like I’m supposed to!”

There, a flash of understanding crossed Lawson’s features. “Oh. So you still not vibing with the rest of us. Makes more sense now.”

Lucas slammed a palm against the table, shocking both him and Lawson with the gesture. He had never been so forceful before. Then again, he never had his genitals changes so much before either. “Will you please just tell me what’s going on? What’s happening to me?”

The very naked acrobat regarded him for a few seconds, seemingly searching for something. Lucas resisted the urge to follow the hairy treasure trail down Lawson’s chiseled abs to the very large genitals that were barely hidden beneath the table. He felt his own cock and balls stirring in his shorts and fought to keep his hands from wandering down to them. It was starting to grow erect, however, so he was forced to sit down just to keep his rising erection from being visible.

“I guess I should start somewhere,” Lawson said. “Little hard to actually know where to start because… I guess it’s weird.” He pursed his lips, seemingly trying to get the taste of his own words before saying them. “Not too long ago, I was like you.”

“Of course you were. You’re a werewolf. You had to have been human at one point before you were bitten.”

Lawson beamed brightly. “Is that what you think this is? We’re werewolves.”

“Aren’t you? You turn into big, hunky, sexy wolf-men at night.” Lucas covered his mouth in shock the moment the words came tumbling out.

The acrobat’s grin grew bigger. “You think I’m hunky and sexy, huh? I suppose that’s part of the transition.”

“So whatever you’re doing to me is turning me gay?”

Lawson let out a laugh. “Maybe. It’s all about how you’re vibing with us right now.”

He inclined his head to the side. “What do you mean by… ‘vibing’?”

“Maybe those guys at the frat or maybe that whole town filled with my kind can explain it better but we’re not werewolves, Luke.”

“It’s Lucas.”

Lawson smirked. “For now.” He took another sip from his coffee, just letting the name sink in. “You know how some animals out there can hear, see or smell shit that humans can’t?”

“Yes,” Lucas responded tersely, aggravated bat being called ‘Luke’. Though it did sound more… casual. His mother always said he had to be more approachable and being called ‘Luke’ instead of ‘Lucas’ seemed a bit more friendly.

“To them, the whole world is completely different,” explained Lawson. “They experience the world in an entirely different way. But sometimes, humans can find ways to… interpret that. Like they know ultraviolet or infrared exists and they find ways to make it visible. Or how dogs can hear a kind of whistle but humans can’t because it’s too high but humans made that whistle in the first place.”

“What does this have to do with what’s happening to me,” Lucas said impatiently. He was having to force his legs apart as the throbbing in his member was starting to become really insistent. Even the mere touch of his short’s fabric was sending wave after wave of pleasure throughout his body that it was getting hard to concentrate.

“I’m getting there,” Lawson insisted. “My kind. Were wolves. We exist on a different frequency. Sort of the same space and sort of the same time. Just… a different plane, I guess. Our world is pretty much the same as the human one and generally occupies the same space. Might be a little bigger. But we are outside the human spectrum. The human frequency.”

“You’re… ghosts?”

Lawson smirked a little. “I like to think of ourselves as ‘higher beings’. You can’t see us but we can see you. All of you. Our species grew faster than yours and evolved in a way that is sort of…” A devilish glint entered his eyes. “… predatory on your species.”

Lucas shied back into his seat, now feeling like a rabbit caught in a trap. “W - W - What?”

“We’re all guys, Luke. We don’t have women to knock up and produce kids with. The only way we reproduce is by finding guys like you and turning them into guys like us.”

Lucas was instantly on his feet. “I knew it! I knew there was something sinister about this all!” He pointed accusingly at Lawson. “I am not going to be turned into some gay, circus wolf to perpetuate some sick cycle for you… you… aliens!” He spun around, making to leave.

“You sure I’m the one that turned you?”

He turned back around and paused in surprise when he found that the man sitting at the table was now that big, handsome red and white wolf. Then he noticed Lawson’s genitals and was surprised to find that they mirrored his own mutated ones.

“Who else?” he accused. “You came on me two nights ago! You infected me!”

Lawson threw his head back and laughed. “Jeez, you make us sound like we’re from some cheesy 80’s movie. 1980’s by the way.”

He gave Lawson a puzzled looked. “What other ‘eighties’ are there?”

The wolf returned the puzzled look and then let out a soft laugh at himself. “Oh right. For you, movies started in the 20th century. You’ll have to learn a whole mess of history when you come over. Time runs the same for us but we had movies in what would be the equivalent of your 12th Century.”

“What?” Lucas demanded. “How is that…?” He shook his head and made to turn around again. “Never mind. That’s all moot. I am not joining your cult. I am not going to be turned into a wolf.”

“Luke.” The name alone made him pause. “We don’t infect people with our cum.”

Those words made him slowly turn around, his heart racing with the truth that he already knew.

“We don’t bite,” continued Lawson. “We don’t infect you with our scent. We don’t hypnotize you with our eyes that get swirly patterns when you look at it too long.”

“Then what’s happening to me?” Lucas pleaded.

“You already know,” answered the wolf gently, a soft smile on his muzzle. “You’re coming up to our wavelength.”

Lucas shook his head in confusion. “I don’t understand what that means.”

Lawson got up and slowly approached him. There was nothing threatening about his steps. Nothing predatory or menacing. It was… comforting. Like… an older brother looking to comfort his confused sibling who was just going through puberty after having gone through it himself. Lawson’s big paws rested on Lucas’ shoulders gently.

“Humanity dances to a particular song,” Lawson explained. “It… sings the same melody over and over again. Anyone who deviates from the song immediately gets called out. Either they are ‘corrected’ or eliminated. But when someone in humanity slipped away from the universal song and gets in tune with us… well, that’s when we come to rescue them.” He tilted his head. “Like I said, our world just runs at the different frequency. Those frequencies will eventually overlap and collide. Sometimes, those collisions are on a personal level. One guy becomes in-tune with our world and starts crossing over. Other times, our two worlds just intersect and places like the Circus or Starview College comes along.”

Lawson bashfully threw a grin to the side. “Okay, I’ll admit there is a little bit of an ulterior motive. Like I said, our species evolved to be heavily dependent on picking up humans. So we’ve got operations like this circus that are designed to purposefully lower our wavelength so we can appear to you guys but…” He lifted a finger before Lucas could protest. “… but, we can’t appear to just anyone. A whole circus just popping out in the middle of the street without warning will cause panic. So…”

A dawning realization hit Lucas all at once. “So… only people who raise their frequency a little will be able to see it.” He lifted his gaze to meet Lawson’s. “I’m… I’m out of synch with the rest of the world… aren’t I?”

“That’s right, Luke. You’re not Lucas Khazan anymore. You’re not quite Luke Crane either. At least not yet.”

His brow furrowed. “Luke… Crane. I’m your…?”

Without warning, Lawson leaned forward and pressed his lupine lips against Lucas’. The inferno within him immediately flared up and his canine cock came shooting out of his shorts, wiggling its way out from underneath the band of his garment and joyfully squirting precum onto Lawson’s chest. The intimate touch felt so wrong… but so familiar at the same time.

But it was a fleeting moment as Lawson pulled his lips away, his sweet breath wafting over Luke’s nostrils.

“That’s right. You’re my twin brother.”

Deep within the monotone chrorus is your own voice...

There it was again. That overwhelming eruption of ecstasy that erupted from his crotch and sent waves of hot, splattering cum all over his face. Only this time, Lucas was armed with the knowledge that if he opened his eyes, he would have to deal with the reality waiting for him when he fully awake. It was so much easier to keep his eyes shut, block out the rest of the world and ride that tsunami of euphoria. He did not want to wake up the following day in his bedroom to the harsh expectations of his mother and those terrible uncomfortable pillows.

It was the gentle touch of warm leather against his cheek that finally got his eyes open.

Glancing to his right, where the source of the touch was coming from, he was surprised to find a smiling, lupine Lawson laying right there beside him. His ‘twin brothers’ large paw was the source of that warmth. The confusion on his face quickly twisted into an orgasmic grimace as, without his guard up, cum came shooting out of his canine cock all over again. He threw he his head back, arched his hips and sent his seed splattering all over his face.

“You’ll want to sit up and see this,” Lawson, gently sliding his paw onto Lucas’ shoulder and helping him prop himself up against the cushioned headrest of the trailer’s inbuilt bed.

Just as he had positioned himself in a seated position, another blast of his hot, liquid juices came rocketing out of his canine cock. Being seated as he was, however, the cum splattered onto his chest, soaking into his thick, swirly chest hair. This time, however, he felt a deep gurgling in his balls with each orgasm. He watched, eyes wide as his testicles visibly thrashed in his thick, furry sac like two boxers who hated each other trapped within a bag that were told only one would be let out. None of it hurt. Every time each testicle collided with the other, there was a fresh burst of cum shooting from his dick, adding to the growing ocean he was submerged in.

More, he watched in stunned silence as each testicle grew and swelled. They pushed at the limits of his sac until the two barely had room to crash into one another. He could already see where this was going as the pressure built within the organs. His toes curled and he bit his lower lip in anticipation. He grew dizzy and his vision blurred. Lightning bolts of pleasure rocketed all over his body. Both his balls pressed against one another with such intensity that the lines between them began to blur. The twin mounds continue to grow, seemingly absorbing one another in an endless cycle that only seemed to make each other inflate all the more.

It reached his limit and Lucas let out a choking gasp. That was the last push it needed. Hot cum blasted from his mutating organs, pumping up every inch of his massive canine cock, seemingly pausing for a second as they filled every inch of his swollen knot before barreling towards the tip and shooting him right in the chest. As the last drops of his human cum departed from his body, two spectacular things happened.

First, his two testicles finally fused into a singular, massive orb. The second was that the seed pumping out of his cock lost its white, milky quality. Instead, it had a soft bluish color and an opalescent quality to it almost as if he was shooting liquid pearls.

Lucas had very little time to truly marvel at the transformation as his body was wracked with quakes from his orgasm. He collapsed into Lawson’s arms as his orgasms finally died down. Lawson rested his chin atop Lucas’ head, stroking his curly hair and soothing him softly. He wasn’t sure how long he just lay there in his brother’s arms but he suddenly became very aware and awake.

“Why… Why am I not at home…?” he asked. “I mean… at that mansion…?”

“You’re not really grooving with the human vibe anymore,” answered Lawson gently. “Right now, you’re dancing between the worlds. You don’t belong to one or the other. You automatically get snapped back to wherever you are most vibing with. It just so happens that, recently, you’d finally tuned in more to our side than the human.”

He should be horrified. Should be appalled that he let himself slip this far away into this lupine corruption. But… he never felt so comfortable. So welcome. So… loved.

“I’m going to need more of an explanation,” he admitted.

“How about I give it to you while we clean up?” suggested his ‘big brother’. “Come on.”

Lawson shuffled off the bed, gently dragging Lucas with him. The big wolf told him he could just wipe himself off on the sheets as they were going to wash it off anyway. While he was a little off-put about wiping all the cum on his face and chest against bedsheets, he was even more hesitant to go around parading his mess to the rest of the circus. As he did so and as Lawson helped him pack up the sheets to be washed, he got a bit more of an explanation on how the transformation worked.

“Remember how I said that the human world sort of forces people into a single path?” Lucas only nodded in response. “That’s not a commentary on your human society. It’s just how your world is. I guess it’s sort of like… I dunno really how to put it… collective conscious perception. Everyone has an idea of what ‘normal’ is that affects how people perceive the world. The human frequency only has one rhythm.”

“And anyone who doesn’t dance to that rhythm is either ‘corrected’ or ‘expelled’,” Lucas responded. “Is that what’s happening to me? Am I… am I being expelled from the human world and being ‘corrected’ in the wolf one?”

Lawson let out a little chuckle as they pulled the sweat and cum covered sheets off the mattress. “Sort of. As I said before, the wolf world has a ‘higher’ frequency to the human one. We actually encompass the human one. Sort of. Especially with how we reproduce. When you start tuning in to the wolf world, you become weird to the human one. Doesn’t mean it’ll let you go.”

As he stuffed the sheets into a bag, Lawson went on to give the example that the plot of land that the Knothole Circus sat on existed in both the human and wolf worlds so, in a way, they were both in the ‘in-between’ of both but with far more favoritism towards the human one because the wolves were actively searching for humans to recruit. That meant that when they did find someone, the human world would aggressively try to pull them back.

“Is that why I kept waking up suddenly back in my room?” Lucas asked. “I barely had any memory of how I got there from here…”

“Exactly,” answered Lawson. “The human collective conscious perception is so strong that they kind of warp the world around them. If you were to ask people, I’ll bet you’ll find evidence of you driving home the past two nights or even people brushing you off for bringing it up.”

“Really? There are a lot of people who go around spouting conspiracy theories and actively looking for the ‘weird and wonderful’ out there.”

That brought a good, cheery laugh from Lawson as the big wolf hefted the bag of laundry over his shoulder. “Yeah, that’s true. A couple of hundred years ago, they would’ve been welcome in the wolf world or any of the other worlds that cross over into the human world but these days, those kinds of people are kind of accepted as part of human society.” He winked at Lucas. “How many times have you rolled your eyes at a conspiracy theory, a cryptozoologist or even given a kid a patronizing smile for wanting to be a superhero.”

That made him feel a little miserable as he had done all of those things so he quickly changed the subject to asking for something to wear. Lawson directed him to the underwear drawer where a bunch of jockstraps sat. As squelched as he was for wearing someone else’s underwear, he had no other choice… not to mention these were Lawson’s jockstrap and that was kind of arousing. Desperate to hide his rapidly growing arousal again, he slapped on the jockstrap, finding it a little loose. So he threw one a pair of running pants and a tank top, all of which were too big for him but at least offered some clothing.

Then he followed Lawson out of the trailer.

“Humanity kind of normalizes a lot of behavior,” explained Lawson. “What was weird a decade ago would be the new norm now. Makes it hard for guys like us who look to add to our numbers. But I guess that’s the advantage of being a far more advanced species. We work faster than humans. At least that’s how it worked a couple of hundred years ago before social media and the internet began adding more cohesion to the human consciousness.”

“You think the internet made people more cohesive?” laughed Lucas. “Do you use the same internet we do?”

“I’m talking about the bigger picture, dummy.” Lawson slapped his back with a big paw. “Yeah, there are billions of individual voices and opinions all shouting at the same time but they are shouting on the same platform. You’re restricted to a certain number of characters, forced to consume content through a certain medium, told to act in a certain way or be canceled. The human voice, whether you see it or not, is being directed.” He waved a paw absently through the air. “Won’t go into detail on who the conductor is because that’s not what brought you here. It’s not how we hunt.”

They approached a large wooden building with the sound of showers running and machines churning. Inside was a fusion of gym-style showers and a laundromat. Dozens of wolves were hanging around in front of the walls of washing machines and dryers, idly waiting for their clothes to dry. Steam spewed out from the shower entrance. A sign hung above said entrance that specifically said ‘No fucking in the laundry zone. Save it for the showers’.

“How do you hunt?” he asked as Lawson guided them to a free machine.

“Every different Knothole does it differently,” answered his ‘big brother’. “The high school purposefully lures people who want a new life and fit a certain genetic criteria. Starview College is more on an emotional level, looking for people who seek a sense of belonging and camaraderie.”

“And the Circus?”

Lawson straightened and gave him a smile over his shoulder. “Freedom.” He paused as he pressed the dials on the machines and started them running. Lucas noticed then that the washing machine was more advanced than anything he was used to. There was just something a little more… futuristic about the design. Sleeker and more streamlined.

“Specifically,” continued Lawson, bringing his attention back to his brother, “the freedom to be who you are.”

“What?” was all Lucas asked in a deadpan voice.

The big, red wolf with the shining, hazel eyes turned to look out the glass, sliding doors. “The Knothole Circus is tuned to those people who are being forced into becoming someone that they aren’t. People who have ambitions of their own but are being swept up in someone else’s inferno.” He turned back towards Lucas. “Do you feel like that?”

It didn’t take him long at all to realize just how true those words were. Who was his apart from his mother’s shadow. Her perfect little puppet who would take over her reign as mayor of this small town if she were ever to fail at reelection? The foundation for her eventual ambitions further up the political chain? No doubt, one day, she would pick the perfect wife for him. Make him produce children and use that to push her agenda. Was he even Lucas Khazan or just a clone of his mother. Recalling what he looked like before his transformation just made him sick.

Still, there was a bit of him that rejected the idea, the tiniest bit of that brainwashed little weakling that wiggled through and made some valid points.

“Don’t you think it’s a little hypocritical of you to claim that you’re giving people freedom while you’re turning me into your twin brother?” he accused.

Lawson gave him a little smile.

“Hey, I’ve got to get something out of this too, you know,” answered the wolf with a shrug. “I didn’t join the Circus just for shits and giggles.”

“You wanted a brother? Not a boyfriend? Not a husband?”

Lawson waved his paw dismissively at Lucas. “We wolves don’t really follow those kinds of concepts. Not unless we’re trying to make ourselves more approachable to humans or trying to tempt guys to join us. Remember, we’re all guys. We can’t reproduce either. We don’t need to stay in monogamous relationships. As for why I want you as my twin brother…” He stuck out his tongue bashfully. “Well… that’s not really on me, is it?”

Lucas looked abashed. “W - W - What? What’s that supposed to mean?” The handsome red wolf gave him an expectant stare. The answer came to him instantly. “Holy shit… I want to be your twin brother…”

“I said it before,” Lawson said with a shrug, “we purposefully lower ourselves so we’re close to the human groove. So we’re dancing to your tune. I’m not the one having hot incestuous thoughts about the two of us. That’s all on you.”

“But… but I -”

Lawson laughed and held Lucas in his arms tightly before the latter completely broke down. “Luke, it isn’t your fault. You’re starved for physical and emotional attention. Your mom used to be this loving figure but as you’re growing up when you needed her the most, when your emotions were turning more towards the mature, she wasn’t there to guide you. I’m not saying you want to fuck your mom but you’re just so hungry for any sort of affection that you’re mixing familial closeness with the love you’d get from a paramour.” He gently pulled Lucas away, tipping his chin up so that they were looking at each other directly. “And there’s nothing wrong with that. Not in wolf world where labels don’t matter.”

Lucas couldn’t help but melt at those words. “How did you get so smart?”

A devilish smirk crossed the wolf’s features and he took Lucas’ hand in his huge paw, tugging him towards the shower. “Here, let me show you something really cool…”

... a voice that years to be free.

The showers were much bigger than anything Lucas would have expected. Especially for a traveling circus. The floors were made entirely out of lacquered wood to avoid any sort of rot from the copious amount of water. There was ample drainage and all the water was steaming hot. Right down the middle was a wide aisle to allow for these massive lupines to navigate without ramming into one another though something told Lucas that such an encounter wouldn’t be too bad. On either side of the aisle were open showers. No dividers between either shower head and enough room for each wolf to bathe alone or with a partner… which was basically every active shower head.

Blood began rushing to Lucas’ cheeks and his groin as he watched what he thought was the Circus’ strongman doing an impressive standing sixty-nine with another crew member just a few feet to his right. Further down on his left, another of the acrobats was currently sucking off another wolf’s cock while simultaneously being fucked by someone behind them. His arms and legs were not touching the floor; the two males were holding him up entirely. Near the end of the showers, he saw the ringmaster currently having his ass fucked by one whole who was simultaneously being plowed by a third.

“Fun, right?”

He jumped in surprise, completely forgetting that his big brother was right there beside him. He had also completely forgotten that Lawson was completely naked. The sight of so many wolves fucking was already causing the older twin to come to arousal. Now, Lucas had the pleasure of watching his ‘brother’s’ member rise up from its flaccid state all the way to its fully erect glory. His throat went dry as he watched the hanging, white tube perk up slowly and the red rocket unsheath itself like a molten blade straight out of a alabaster scabbard. Whether he realized it or not, his own canine cock was mirroring the gesture.

“I - I - Is this what you wanted to show me?” asked Lucas, trying to sound casual.

“No,” Lawson responded with a sly smirk. “What I wanted to show you was this…” He turned towards Lucas, hooked his claws around the borrowed shorts and pulled them clean down. Lucas let out a whine, both at the sudden disrobing and in need as his cock ached for release. He gasped when Lawson pressed their members together. Though the height difference didn’t make it a one-to-one comparison, he still felt his sensitive flesh press up against Lawson’s.

His cock pulsed and all at once, a flood of information rushed into his mind like he was breathing in facts. Suddenly, he knew that Lawson’s favorite food was Italian and that last night, after their impromptu session in the bathroom, his brother had ordered the lasagna. Lawson had been fucked that evening by that cute black and gray furred wolf they had encountered the first night they had met, ironically the wolf at the box office that had identified Lucas as someone new. Riley was his name.

Most of all, he came to know that Lawson had joined the Circus to not help his species reproduce but to find someone to have fun with. Not just in a sexual way either. Someone who enjoyed his adventurous lifestyle, the rush of adrenaline that came from being as close to flying as possible and thrilling a crowd at the same time.

But could Luke Crane be that person?

Lucas pulled away, gasping in shock, cum shooting from his dick and splattering against Lawson’s chest.

“Crazy, right?” chuckled Lawson.

“What… what was that?” he breathed, pressing a hand against his forehead just to keep the room from spinning.

Lawson pulled them close together again but this time, he made a point of making sure that their cocks were not pressed together. Even then, as Lucas’ canine member found itself sandwiched between Lawson’s chiseled abdominals, a more steady flood of information came flowing in. His big brother’s likes and dislikes, how he liked to spend Sunday afternoons and… and images of a quaint little home that was both cosily familiar and spectacularly alien.

“We can’t reproduce,” repeated the wolf. “So our cock and balls have evolved to be used for something else. Just like how wild wolves and dogs use their noses to gather information, our members do the same. They both send and receive information. Our cum does the same. No genetic data in there. You can eat a wolf’s cum and learn more about them than if you were to spend a day talking. No hiding in the cum.”

“That’s why you guys have no crime,” sighed Lucas softly. “Because your dicks can just find the criminal easily…”

“And we’re always honest with each other.”

Lucas closed his eyes, quaking at the possibilities. The desire to stick his cock in someone or have it sucked off was unbelievably difficult to resist. But that sliver of self-doubt, the trauma he suffered under Aubrey Khazan’s iron-fisted rule, jabbed at him, poking him back into the cave of repression and non-identity.

Thankfully, Lawson was there and reading him just as easily as Lucas was reading his brother.

“Hey, we don’t have to go in and fuck someone else if you don’t want to.” His big brother smiled down at him gently. “How about we just go take a shower, get the smell of cum off you and get to know one another a little better?”

That brought a smile to his lips. “I’d like that.”

The two of them stripped off what remained of Lucas’ clothing and slipped beneath one of the shower heads that was as far away from the rest of the wolves as possible. The water that came down upon him was nice, soothing and washed away the rest of the cum that had stuck to his body hair. Lucas closed his eyes, allowing himself to drift off into a pleasant lull and focusing on the sound of rushing water instead of the moans of sex and wet slaps of penetration all around him.

He focused just on the calming sensation of warm water on his skin, how it felt rushing through his chest hair and the numbing sensation it left on his cock. Even though he knew he was still fully erect, his sensitive, information-gathering organ was shielded from all the bits of knowledge that permeated the showers by the constant flow. It tempered the raging inferno of desire that was burning inside of him.

Now that he was centered and focused, he reached out and gently grabbed Lawson’s paw. Even with his eyes still closed, he still managed to guide his brother’s paw towards his chest, forcing those fingers to run over his chest hair a little until Lawson got the idea. With the red wolf now closer to him, the water that drizzled onto his dick carried a little bit more of his brother across his member, dripping little bits of information here and there.

He got to know Lawson a little bit more as if he had been right there when the young human had been constantly pressured into being a successful doctor or lawyer thanks to the expectations of his parents. Those sleepless nights trying to memorize facts in school were burned into his memory. The pride he felt at graduation for becoming valedictorian only for his parents to immediately deflate him by reminding him that their expectations were now much higher. Eventually came the breaking point in college when he found himself alone, without true friends and nothing to truly show achievements. The dawning realization of his worth to the harsh and cruel world sent him right into the arms of the Knothole Circus. They might as well have found the Circus together as they struggled to find who they were after over twenty years of being someone else.

When Lucas opened his eyes, his and Lawson’s cocks were just half-an-inch apart. This time, he was not afraid. He initiated. He reached up, gripped their members together and began stroking them together. More and more, the bond of brotherhood was cemented between the two, their bluish, pearly cum oozing from their cocks and melding as one in the waters of the shower.

Lucas shared with Lawson the broken home he had been raised in, the sense of indebtedness he held to his mother who had raised him on her own and then put herself into the public view to supposedly make a better life for him. In return, Lawson shared the feeling of loneliness he had felt as his parents would never approve of any friends he made, always maintaining that he was better than them and making their disapproval known. That made him realize that what friends he had, even before his mother had become mayor, were closely vetted by her in a misguided attempt to ‘protect’ him. None of his friends were ever good enough. Likewise, he helped Lawson realize what few friends he had kept might be feeling exactly the same way he was as they were brought up in similar environments and had similarly overbearing parents.

He gasped when he felt a paw slide across his ass. Turning, he found that black and silver wolf - Riley - grinning down at him. Wordlessly, that wolf knelt down between them, opening his muzzle to accept their members. There was just the faintest of doubts in Lucas’ mind but with his cock pressed against Lawson’s, his older brother reassured him. Together, they turned towards Riley and shoved their canine members into the eager muzzle.

All at once, he was flooded with Riley’s essence and, in turn, he gave made his identity known. His sole, throbbing testicle eagerly pumped his seed into the wolf before him, his toes curling in ecstatic pleasure while he held onto Lawson for support. There was too much information for him to truly grasp and fully retain especially as the fire surging through his body permeated his every being and melted the barriers between Lucas Khazan and Luke Crane.

The fire within him coursed through his veins, filling them with a newfound strength that he never knew he had and yet was so befitting the brother of a circus acrobat. Taut muscles broadened across his forearms, filling them with strength and power as he reached up and grabbed the back of Riley’s head with a new sense of authority and domination he had never shown before. Veins popped along his thighs, empowering his thrusts alongside his brother’s. Parts of his legs and spine popped as they elongated and lengthened, lifting him up a little higher so that the gap between him and his brother was not so large.

Muscles packed upon muscles. The cleft of his pectorals deepened, highlighted further by the thick pelt of hair on his chest. Each slab became a perfectly square piece of marble hanging from his broad collarbone. His shoulders inflated, deep scalloped ridges appearing like shoulderpads against his flesh. Powerful muscles rose up across his back, deepening the ridges of his shoulder blades, the slope of his lats and lifting his traps until they swallowed his neck, making him look like he had a permanent hunch. Each of his abdominal muscles popped outwards, becoming a strong, square slab that led the eye perfectly down towards his throbbing member.

Perhaps the greatest change, however, was that as his abdominal muscles were growing, his belly button was disappearing. Not just vanishing within the cervices of his abs. Outright vanishing. He watched it sink into nothingness, leaving smooth skin that was quickly consumed by his treasure trail. The moment of puzzlement was quickly banished when Lawson shared one mere fact: wolves were not born, they are made. That gave him a renewed sense of comfort and he eagerly spewed more of his cum into Riley’s throat.

Much to his surprise, however, Lawson patted his back, signaling that he had enough fun with a third party for now. He released the back of Riley’s head and the ticket booth occupant pulled his muzzle away, licking his lips and giving Luke a sly smirk.

“Glad to have you in the Circus, Luke,” said the black and silver wolf. “Would love to get to know you better later.”

“Sure,” he responded between heavy panting.

Then Riley was sauntering over to the strongman, bending the bigger, brown-furred wolf over and nonchalantly penetrating him.

“Why did you stop me?” Luke asked his brother.

“Because I just want you to close your eyes and feel,” answered Lawson, smiling sagely. “Feel what’s happening. Feel what Riley is doing.”

“Can we… Can we feel when others fuck?”

“Just do it, dummy,” his brother chuckled.

Luke did as he was instructed. Though his cock continued to throb, the soothing waters left it numb and gave him that sense of clarity once more. In that clarity, his mind wandered over to Riley… and the man he was fucking, Gavin.

His eyes sprang open in surprise. With his cock pressed up against Lawson’s again, his brother immediately sense his realization.

“I know his name…” Luke breathed, turning to look at the strongman currently howling in pleasure as he was being penetrated. “Gavin… Gavin McReedie… He’s been with the Circus the longest. Even longer than the ringmaster.” He glanced back towards Lawson in confusion. “Why do I know that?”

Lawson leaned down slightly, lips hovering over his brother’s ear. The big wolf’s arms wrapped around him, pulling them close into a comforting hug. Luke instinctively curled his own arms around his brother’s broad back, finding comfort in the fluffy warmth.

“Because that’s how it works. Your place in the Circus, in the music of wolf world, is being written. With every wolf that Riley fucks and with every one that wolf fucks, you’re being ‘tuned’ to our frequency.”

Lawson pulled them apart, smiling brightly.

“You’re becoming one of us.”

Sing out loud. Sing out proud.

It was just seven in the evening by the time Lucas had managed to make his way out of the Knothole Circus and back to Aubrey Khazan’s mansion. He had to laugh a little at himself as this was genuinely the first time he was making the trip back conscious. All the other times, he had blacked out and somehow the universe - the human universe - just seemed to rewrite history so that he made it back normally. But now that he was ascending more and more to become part of wolf world, he had to make the trip consciously.

Leaving the Circus was like severing his own arm. Departing the showers had set off a chain reaction as all the wolves there began spreading knowledge of Luke Crane and where he fit into wolf world. He could feel himself being pulled towards the higher plane. But as he quickly learned, he needed to find ways to ‘lower’ his frequency so that he could once again visit the human world. That would come with time and training. None of which he had the luxury at the moment.

“So if you’ve got any unfinished business, you might want to settle them now,” warned Lawson. “Remember, the human world will forget you. It’ll erase you completely the moment you become a full wolf. If you have something to do, something to say or someone to do as Lucas Khazan, you better do it now. Because you’ll never get another chance.”

It almost felt like an allegory for dying and Lucas never thought he’d willingly embrace that imagery. Then again, he had to question if he ever actually lived considering whose shadow he was constantly under.

Which was why he chose to leave the Circus… at least temporarily.

He parked his car in the driveway of the mansion and stepped out, dressed in some clothes that were still a little loose on him but still borrowed from Lawson. He stepped up to the door and inserted his key into the hole, half-wondering if his erasure from the world had already progressed to the point that even his key would not work.

Click.

“Not yet,” he breathed. “There’s still time.”

He pushed the door open, his flip-flops slapping loudly against the marble floor as he made his way through the house. Given the time, Aubrey Khazan was likely having dinner.

He was not mistaken.

There she was, still in a pants suit and in full makeup like she was expecting to be ambushed by the paparazzi or dash off into an impromptu interview at any second. Normally, Lucas would be sitting opposite to her on that long, otherwise empty dining table. Distant, far and yet directly facing her like a reflection in the mirror. That seat remained empty.

Instead, there was a man perched right beside her on her right. A pair of awful, square glasses that were not used to correct eyesight but merely for decorative purposes sat on a large, squat nose. The man’s dark, straight hair was grown out and tied up into a manbun at the top of his head while a thick, full beard that was well-maintained and almost looked like it was painted on clung to his angular chin. Unlike Aubrey, he didn’t wear a suit, but went with a simple floral pink shirt and had some colorful beads hanging from around his neck. Not at all the image of a CEO but - in Luke’s opinion - an attention-grabbing entrepreneur who needed an eclectic personality to sell his brand.

Trivolin.

Luke let out a short laugh at the thought that even now, multi-millionaires and successful CEOs were so normalized that they fit into the collective perception of the world. Maybe ten years ago a wealthy CEO that wore Hawaiian shirts all the time would be out of the ordinary but now, he looked at Trivolin with exasperation.

The sound made the two diners look up from where they were seated.

“Oh,” Aubrey said, clearly disinterested. “There you are. I didn’t think you were up to eating seeing as you called in sick to work.”

He hadn’t but he guessed that was the universe making up excuses for him. Or maybe it was just his mother’s perception of his tuning out of this frequency. She couldn’t take the idea that he was leaving her, that she was wrong to use him for her political ambitions, so her mind defended itself with a mundane excuse.

“Take a seat, son,” Trivolin offered, gesturing at an empty space opposite to him. There wasn’t even a chair there. “I’ll get the staff to cook you up something. Do you want something light? Perhaps something with Acai seeds. I hear that’s good for digestion.”

“I’m not staying,” Luke said sternly.

“You won’t need an ambulance,” Aubrey said, turning back to her tablet. “Seeing as you’re able to stand on your own two feet, you can drive yourself to the hospital for whatever is troubling your stomach.”

Neither of them had even noticed that he had driven up to the house. Whether that was the mechanics of his ascension, he couldn’t tell but it still infuriated him. He calmed himself, focused on the lack of sensations in his crotch. As odd as that may sound, he found that after wearing Lawson’s underwear for the better part of the day, he no longer gleaned any new information from the garment. As arousing as it was to wear his brother’s piece, without any new knowledge to gain, it was a good way to keep his sensitive, fact-hungry organ numb and a nice, neutral place to focus his senses. That nothingness helped him center himself and stick to the topic at hand.

“I mean that I am not staying here,” he clarified. “Ever again. I’m leaving.”

That caught both of their attentions. Aubrey did her silence thing. Regarded him with a disappointed look, didn’t say anything for a long while and just waited for the gravity of her expression to sink in.

Luke was not buying any of it so he immediately interrupted her shtick.

“I’ve come to realize that you’re toxic, mom,” he said, putting an emphasis on the pronoun. “It didn’t just begin when you first won your mayorship. The more I think back, the more I realize that you’re just a really bitter person.”

Again, she tried to pull the ‘I’m-not-mad-just-disappointed’ look on him but he took advantage of her prolonged silence to continue his rant.

“Ever since dad left when I was young, you made your entire life a statement to one-up him at every corner. He left for the big city so your entire mayoral campaign was based on ‘being as big as the big cities’. You were afraid of losing me so you basically made sure no one filled my head with thoughts that maybe dad was right. Coated everything you did in this ‘motherly protection’ sort of sugary coating that my stupid brain didn’t see it for what it was until now; suffocating helicopter parenting.”

“You’re just being ungrateful!” barked Trivolin.

“No,” Luke said, arms folded. “I’m grateful for everything you provided for me. I’m grateful that you gave me a top-notch education. I’m grateful that you put a roof over my head and gave me everything that I ever wanted. But I am not grateful for you reminding me every day that I owe you for that very same education or brainwashing me into thinking that what you wanted was actually what I wanted. I’m definitely not grateful for you turning me into your clone and setting me up as your failsafe if your political ambitions were to fail.”

There was the faintest twinge of irritation on his mother’s features. He was winning. A predator would have pounced. Gone for the jugular. The kill.

But Lawson warned him against that. “You’re never going to feel satisfied if you go there for revenge. Say your piece then leave. This is about you. About how you feel. It isn’t about destroying her or hoping that she gets the message and turns a corner.”

Luke refocused himself.

“So I’m leaving,” he concluded. “I’m going to be my own person. Again, thank you for everything you’ve provided me but fuck you for never treating me like a child and just as another tool for you to build your empire.”

He quickly glanced towards Trivolin. “Don’t think she really feels any affection towards you either, Tristan. She’s just using you to get bad at my dad. Everything always goes back to one-upping him or at least beating the demon of him that she’s formed in her psychotic head.”

With that, he turned on his head and made to leave.

Wham.

A clatter of cutlery.

“I gave you a future!” Aubrey Khazan snapped. “What mother would not want to secure a future for her children?”

Luke made the mistake of stopping because now she had done exactly what she had set out to do; stop him in his tracks so she could make her appeal. He cursed at himself and was just about to start walking again when she began.

“But I suppose you’re overdue for your rebellious phase,” she sighed. “Honestly, I’m disappointed it took you this long. I anticipated this in your teens or even when you when to college. I was genuinely worried that you would become so co-dependent on me that you’d eventually develop an Oedipus Complex. Going after dear Trivolin like that still hints at it. You might want to go to a psychologist while you’re out. You know. Just to be healthy.”

All about her. Backhanded complement. A throwback to an earlier conversation. Typical tactics for her. Lucas Khazan may have been deflated or even enraged by the statement but Luke Crane refused to engage. He was above this all.

Without a word, he just kept walking towards the door.

“Just know that I’ll be right here waiting for you with open arms,” she said sweetly. “I am your mother, after all. That will never change.”

There, Luke had to smile.

“No,” he said, glancing over his shoulder, throwing her his smirk. “I’m pretty sure that’s not true. Have a nice life. It always was yours, after all. Never mine.”

Then he left.

Raise your head...

The decision was made and the die cast.

The drive back to Knothole Circus was absolutely surreal. Banners showing Aubrey Khazan changed and shifted as Luke sped down the streets. Every time he blinked, Lucas Khazan’s image vanished from advertisements that once showed her and her son standing side by side, advocating family values. Those very same statements about traditional American family units changes to boasting about the economy. The most depressing part of the shift was just how little changed. There were only a few of those banners and posters strewn about. Really, no one would miss Lucas Khazan because he had been swallowed into Aubrey’s shadow.

That only cemented his decision all the more.

When he made his way to field where the Circus was positioned, it felt like he was going home. Instead of parking out in front, he made his way to the back where the crew members were parked. He brought his sedan right up to Lawson’s big, red pickup truck. The moment he got out and slammed the door shut, he was met with a different sound to the usual heavy thunk of his car door closing. When he looked back at his car, he found it had changed. Suddenly, he was looking at a pepper-hot red, two-seater convertible. The vanity plate read ‘HOWLING’.

He instantly loved it. Probably just more of the human world trying to make sense of his wolf nature. Perhaps there was something about that mechanism that he could take advantage of. But that was something to be considered in the future.

Luke padded up to the Crane trailer and opened the door like he had done it so many times before. Lawson was perched on the dining table, just wearing a jockstrap, and immediately got up the moment he entered.

“So?” his brother asked, quivering in anticipation.

Without warning, Luke pounced on Lawson, pushing him all the way across the trailer onto the bed. Their lips meshed together, clashing in a frenzy of love and affection like they were trying to immediately make up for twenty-plus years of lost brotherhood. Luke’s cock was immediately erect, pushing at the waistband of his shorts and rubbing up against Lawson’s chest.

He broke the kiss long enough to beg, “Say my name.” Then he dove for Lawson’s neck, suckling on the sensitive spot he knew to be there.

“Luke!” moaned his brother, holding onto him tightly.

The inferno burning within him erupted like a mighty volcano. It surged upwards from his back, pushing at the limits of the already loose shirt. He immediately filled out every bit of the garment, his muscles stretching the fabric to the limit and he was still growing. A deep moan rumbled out of his thickening neck. The collar of the shirt tore first quickly followed by a jagged lightning bolt of flesh that split the shirt right down the middle across his back. Heavy muscles split the garment off his shoulders. Huge, mountainous back muscles exploded upwards, heavily defined with solid plates that could match steel armor sprawling symmetrically out from his spine.

Lawson grabbed his back, blunt claws sending shockwaves of sensations through his new muscles. Where they touched, red fur spawned. He quivered, a sound like rustling leaves hitting his ears. Thick fur spread all over his back covering every inch but never once taking any piece of definition from the muscles there. Thicker fur collected around his spine, forming a sort of mane that crawled up towards his neck where it darkened and began to match the natural, dark brown curls of his hair.

“Say it again,” he pleaded.

Lawson thrust into him, their cocks pressed against one another with only his shorts and Lawson’s jockstrap frustratingly separating them.

“Luke.”

He grit his teeth together, thick globules of saliva dripping from his lips. Luke was forced to peel away from his brother, sitting up as he dug his fingers into his chest, tearing the rest of his shirt off. The dense, brown chest hair he sported grew even thicker but underneath it was an undercoating of thinner, creamy white fur that matched Lawson’s. As if to compensate for the sudden obscuring factor of his fur, his pectorals bulged out further, pushing his shoulders out further to the sides and forcing his spin to pop up a few more inches, pushing him to a height taller than his twin brother.

Proportions were critical and as his chest expanded, so too did his arms and forearms. He snarled, lifting his right arm up to eye-level and watched his biceps bulge out to the size of watermelons as they were being covered with his red fur. His forearms were encased in softer white fur with tufts of brown springing up from the back almost like a blade of darker rust springing from his forearms. As he flexed and then brought them down beside his brother’s head, he realized that they were much bigger that that leaner Lawson’s.

That made him grin a predatory smile.

“Again,” he barked.

“Luke,” whimpered Lawson.

He threw his head back, baring his teeth. Waves of fur spread up from his chest, spreading up his neck. It collided with his chinstrap beard where it abruptly stopped, waiting patiently as his features elongated. His nose spearheaded the way, pushing out in front of his face, tapering into a black point. His teeth followed suit, pushing the rest of his skull after his nose while sharpening in the process. At the same time, his ears migrated to the top of his head, widening into two, large triangular points where they were quickly consumed by the onslaught of fur. Luke shut his eyes as the wave of fur passed the barrier of his beard and swept over his features.

Then he looked down at his twin brother. They had the same facial structure but they had taken their bodies and personal grooming in two different directions. Lawson was a little more clean cut with just a bit of stubble on his cheeks but Luke was more hirsute.

Just the way he liked it.

Without prompting, Lawson uttered his name one more time.

“Luke.”

The younger of the twins dove for his older sibling’s tonsils, putting his new muzzle and tongue to the test as they locked jaws. At the same time, he viciously thrust into his brother’s crotch. A loud tearing noise followed and his tail unfurled from behind him, splitting his shorts right down the middle. This quickly began the spreading of his quads, catching the falling material just long enough for it to be caught in the crevasses of his thighs before falling away. Their cocks were finally pressed against one another and now, they could finally express their true affection for one another.

The two tumbled against each other, their heavy three-hundred-and-a-half pound bodies grinding against the mattress beneath them. With their cocks compressed between equally defined abdominals, electric bolts of pleasure rocketed throughout Luke’s body, urging him further and further and turning raging inferno within him into a full-on firestorm.

He buried his muzzle into crook of Lawson’s neck, taking a deep, long breath of the acrobat’s musk. Lawson’s claws scrabbled against his fur, scraping against his beastly pectorals. He kicked off the remnants of his sandals just in time. Black claws spurted from the tips of his toes, taking over from his toenails. Thick veins descended from his quads, filling his calves with blood and mass. Not far behind them, a flush of red fur followed, spreading over his legs like wildfire. Somehow, he ended up on his back with Lawson above him. When he compared his cock to that of his brother’s, he realized why.

Lawson had the superior length by an inch or two but he had the girth. He spread his legs for his brother in a position that was all too familiar. The wolf above him grinned from ear to ear and then reached down, gently grabbing a fistful of chest hair and pulling them together so that their lips were once again pressed against one another. Luke’s eyelids danced and his freed cock bounced against his rigid eight-pack abdominals. The sensations rising from his member urged him onwards especially as he felt his knot inflate as he grew closer and closer to orgasm.

He was too consumed by the need of his ass being filled that it overwrote everything else. Lawson broke their kiss, panting heavily with a bridge of saliva connecting their tongue to one another.

“Luke,” his brother whispered and then proceeded to push his cock into Luke’s ass

Luke roared in ecstasy. The touch of his brother’s dick against his sensitive hole sent a single command through his body.

A command to fuck.

Not to breed. Not to make love.

To fuck.

Precum poured out of Lawson’s cock like a faucet, warming Luke’s hole. Luke let out a lusty growl, signaling his readiness. He curled his legs around Lawson’s waist, pulling him into himself. The expression ‘like riding a bike’ came to mind as the acrobat nimbly grabbed his massive thighs and used them as leverage to slowly begin thrusting into Luke’s virgin ass. The moment contact was made, a flood of endorphins rushed through Luke’s bloodstream, sending tingles throughout his entire body and spurring him on. They carried more than just the feeling of pleasure. His mind grew clearer and clearer, that fog fading from his thoughts and those intrusive thoughts growing quieter and quieter.

Fuck.

The tip of that canine cock entered him and he yowled in absolute pleasure, arching his back to allow more of his brother to enter him. Lawson began thrusting into his tight ass with practiced motions, knowing exactly how to make him squeal in delight and how to massage his younger siblings prostate with his dick.

Inch after inch was buried into him, filling him, completing him. Hot precum poured into Luke’s ass as a blissful smile spread across his features. He could no longer clearly see. He was just swimming in pleasure, the sheets twisted into his fists and torn by his claws.

Then he felt the presence of his brother’s knot pushed up against his hole and a growl rose from his throat. Lawson grabbed his V-shaped sides and pulled him down onto their bed, rolling onto his side for better leverage. Lawson’s feet curled around his own, pulling the brothers closer together. Luke wrapped his arms entirely around his older brother, a deep growl rising from his throat as he buried his muzzle into the crook of the other lupine’s neck. Saliva dripped from between his lips, his jaw opening on reflex as it found that particular spot on Lawson’s shoulder that he loved to have nibbled.

“Oh fuck… Fuck!” whined his brother. “Right there, Luke. Right there! Ah!”

All too eager to please his brother, Luke nibbled on that particular spot, urging Lawson to viciously thrust into the wolf in his arms, ramming his knot into the tight hole, begging for entrance. He practically lifted Lawson off the sheets the moment that knot entered him. There was a moment when they sat there, entwined within one another, unmoving. Then the ramming began in earnest and it was all Luke could do to hold onto Lawson for dear life.

His brother cried out in ecstasy, eyes shut. His voice vibrated and shook with each monstrous thrust. Luke could feel his brother’s swollen sack pounding against his ass, all the juices just fit to burst. His own prostate was taking a beating. It was all he could do to hold onto Lawson as his older brother coaxed every drop of precum out of him, bringing him closer and closer to orgasm. Pressure built within his own balls and the feeling of his highly-sensitive knot rubbing up and down Lawson’s rigid abdominals at a steady staccato only urged him closer and closer to the edge.

Lawson arched his back, freeing himself slightly from Luke’s massive grip. He tilted his head backwards, his lips opening up in a snarl and a cry running from deep within the back of his throat. One last, powerful thrust slammed into Luke before every muscle in his brother’s body tensed, turning into rock-hard steel beneath red and white fur.

“Fuuuuuuuck!” howled Lawson.

Then the flood came.

Cum came blasted out of the tip of Lawson’s cock, flooding into Luke with the force of a fire hydrant. The inferno within Luke greedily gobbled it all up, his abused prostate immediately spasming and sending the signal to launch into his singular testicle. With the space between them, Luke’s member spasmed. All the pressure that had built within his body came spewing out as a bluish-white, opalescent geyser. His own cry joined with Lawson’s, following the example of his brother. The two wolves’ screams of ecstasy harmonized, coalescing into a single song that transformed into both men unleashing a howl that rattled their trailer.

Erect as it was, Luke’s cock was nonetheless swung up and down like a loose paintbrush. His seed splattering against the wall of the trailer, an abstract painting to commemorate the brothers’ unbreakable bond. Their cocks spurted seed one after the other. Every burst of juice that Lawson provided poured into his ass was another that was splattered onto the headboards. Shivers of release washed over his entire body before his muscled form tensed up and another burst of fiery hot seed came blasting out of both of the twins.

His body felt light. All focus came from the single source of pleasure that was his ass and crotch. The cum-soaked sheets melted away. The trailer drifted off into darkness as he was embraced in the warmth of orgasm after orgasm. Even Lawson’s embrace soon faded and all that he felt was the throbbing of his cock welcoming him into the world of wolves.

And he followed its lead willingly, letting himself drift into that feeling as comfort, safety and familiarity carried him off into unconsciousness.

This time, as he drifted off into darkness, Luke Crane knew exactly where he would wake up.

... and Howl

Twelve years as mayor and Aubrey Khazan was once again running.

The single, divorced politician had no kids and had recently started losing numbers amongst the families. Her recent announced nuptials to entrepreneur Trivolin of PillowMe fame had sparked hope that perhaps she was going to settle down and have a child and maybe that might make her more attractive to the young and established families that considered her a workaholic and unsympathetic towards their values. There was no denying the impact she had on Newberry though.

As Luke Crane watched her campaign from his convertible, he took stock of just how much bigger Newberry had become… and how much more Corporate it had grown. There were now numerous skyscrapers present and on their way here to where she was holding her rally in front of the mayoral mansion, he had seen the dedicated factory district. The economy was booming… even if she had lost her original message.

“She’s tenacious, I’ll give her that,” he admitted.

His brother, Lawson Crane, reached over to passenger seat and gave him a hug. “Think she’ll ever grow out of the mayoral bid?”

“Once she marries Tristan, she might start lobbying for higher positions in government,” he admitted. “Who knows? Maybe one day, she’ll eventually make it up to the White House.”

“I’ve heard of weirder paths to the Oblong Office,” admitted Lawson.

He nudged his brother with an elbow. “It’s Oval Office, smartass, and you know it. Didn’t the year we spent with the KNT Fraternity teach you anything? Or did all that time working out with Coach Steele actually convert all your brains to muscle?”

“You know I’m joking,” Lawson laughed, flexing at arm at him. They were a little closer to size now but there was a reason why Luke always played the role of catching his brother during their acrobatics routine instead of being the one doing the jumping. Luke was just too big, too beefy and too heavy to do it safely. Of course that was only further encouragement for Lawson to get bigger so that one day, he would be able to do everything his brother could do… both in and outside of the their acrobatic routines

The brothers grinned at each other and resisted the urge to share a kiss. Even though they saw each other as wolves and the rest of the human world would perceive them as human, sharing any sort of affection could still be misconstrued. One of the many lessons they had learned from the other Knotholes was discretion. Yes, the Circus advertised freedom and individuality but not at the expense of others.

People would run away to the Circus when they were ready.

Speaking of which…

“So who do you think will end up under our big top?” Lawson asked. “Anyone you would know from your time as the mayoral aide?”

Luke laughed and cast his eyes amongst the crowd. There was a reason that the Knothole Circus had once again synchronized with Newberry. He wasn’t sure if it was genuinely because Aubrey Khazan was once again running for mayor and her rhetoric was driving the collective conscious perception of the town’s residents to resonate with the Circus’ ethos. There was definitely a pattern, forming, however. Part of him wanted to go up to that podium, shake his former mother and tell her she was literally driving men out of her town to another plane of existence but then he realized that was actually a good thing both for the Circus and those who wanted to escape Newberry.

His smile faded a little, however, when his eyes settled on the man standing behind Aubrey Khazan. He was nearly unrecognizable. No manbun. No tightly cropped beard. Tall, wearing contacts with hair cropped short and blonde while being cleanly shaven. The blue eyes made it clear, however, that this husk of a man was none other than Trivolin, CEO and owner of PillowMe.

From the distance, they locked gazes. Even from where he sat across the street in his convertible, Luke could see the flash of recognition in Trivolin’s eyes. Even if the universe had erased all traces of Lucas Khazan from history, it looked like something remained…

… and Trivolin was responding to it.

The grin on Luke’s face grew broader.

“You know what, big brother?” he laughed, starting the car. “I think we’re just about to become one big happy family.”