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Knothole High Christmas Special: Playing Big

Author's Note: This story takes place between Knothole High 4 and 5.

Lesson One: School Spirit is Important

Jed King was a jock.

Long before he had undergone the transformation from muscle bound human teenager to ultra-sexy, canine muscle-god, he had been a jock. The huge Rottweiler stood in front of the gym mirror, flexing his enormous guns at his reflection, absolutely loving the huge veins that bulged from his biceps. He was getting hard just watching himself.

Fuck, he was perfect.

No part of him was out of proportion. He worked on each muscle equally and the result was the ultimate specimen. Fine, he wasn't cut out to be like Coach Steele or his son, Jessie, but he was as close as anyone in the school could get.

He was half-tempted to strip off the gym shorts he wore just so he could see himself in all his glory, fourteen-inch canine cock standing proud and bouncing against his perfectly cut abs. Just imagining it was making him hard.

"I need to fuck somebody," he growled, groping himself for good measure. The school was still ripe with humans to join the Steele clan and if anything, Jed was one of the guys that was actively seeking to convert the weak humans. He loved the feeling of sticking his cock in their tight asses and watching them grow as they absorbed his rich, protein-filled seed. They would flare their nostrils as they took in his perfect scent and have a taste of perfection.

They would never be as perfect as Jed, though.

His sensitive ears picked up a soft grunt behind him. His muzzle broke into a broad grin as he turned around and noticed his latest mark.

The guy's name was Aloysius Chan. People teased him about his name in his previous school and 'Al', as he liked to be called, decided to teach them a lesson. So he hit the weights and got into sports. Just like Jed, Al was a jock. Not as perfect as the Rottweiler but a jock nevertheless.

Jed was getting hard just by looking at Al's tightly compact frame, muscles protruding underneath his school-provided sports attire. He licked his lips a little at the thought of that frame exploding in muscle and ripping off all that pesky clothing. All because he graced Al with his presence, his scent and his seed.

"Hey there, Al," he rumbled seductively. "Enjoying the show?"

Al swallowed hard, his brown eyes half-dazed while the bulge in his pants was growing more and more. The poor guy was only in Stage 2 of the transformation. Still not entirely aware of what was going on but certainly showing the initial signs. "Um... H - Hey, Jed... Why a - a - aren't you in uniform?"

The Rottweiler grinned and said, "Coach lets me just come in my shorts. Clothes tend to chafe a little when you've got pecs like these." For emphasis, he pushed out his impressive pectoral muscles, hard, pink nipples pushing past his short dark brown fur. Al licked his own lips, eyes hungry. "Besides, this lets me air out after a good workout."

With those words, he absently waved at his armpits, presumably as a joke. In reality, he was sweeping his transformative pheromones straight towards Al. The pheromones were strong too. Coach Steele complemented him once, saying they ranked right up next to the most potent of the Steeles. Even from across the weights room, Al's knees looked like they were going weak and veins were already pressing up against his skin.

"Oh... Makes sense..."

Jed sat down on the bench press and beckoned Al over. "Well, what are you waiting for man? We going to workout or what?"

For a second Al seemed to waver where he stood but then nodded and wandered over, his movements sluggish as if under a hypnotic spell. Jed just grinned to himself as he lay down on the bench press and seized the massive bar. There was a hefty 225 lbs there. Nothing he couldn't handle. He wasn't going for strength here. He wanted lots of reps so he could seriously work up a sweat. The more sweat, the stronger his scent. The stronger the scent, the more fun he would have with Al... and his Steele counterpart, Aaron.

Al stood in the typical spotter's position and took the bar gently. Jed took a deep breath, taking in Al's scent. With the young human's cock so close to his muzzle, Jed could smell the arousal, the need and the underlying, dormant Steele gene boiling inside the athlete just bursting to come out.

He was going to enjoy this.

Jed took the bar, exposing his armpits and letting his pheromones sweep straight up into Al's nostrils. "Ready?" he crooned.

"Uh-huh..."

Grinning to himself, Jed gave a mighty huff and pushed the bar easily off the supports.

"One."

Al tried to focus but his brow was starting to produce a lot of sweat. Most of it was getting into his eyes. His breathing was rising and from the pace of the pulses in his cock, so was his heart rate.

Jed made sure that he lowered the bar nice and slow so that Al could get a nice view of his rising, bare pecs.

"Two."

Strangely, it was Al who gave a soft grunt. The shorts he wore were slowly starting to strain against his thighs. His breathing became desperate gasps and he was emitting soft whimpers.

"Three."

Al -

"Hey Al, you here?"

... immediately spun around.

Jed was so shocked at the presence of the third voice that he lost focus and dropped the weight. "Aw fuck!" he cried as the 225 lbs slammed against his pecs.

"Shit!" Al exclaimed. "Sorry man!" He quickly seized the bar and pulled it back up to the supports.

Jed, pride injured more than his chest, immediately sat up, rugging his pectorals. He glared first at Al who had spun to face the doorway. Jed followed his gaze, staring daggers at whoever had stolen his prey from him.

His anger subsided... somewhat.

Standing - or rather sitting - at the doorway to the gym... was a guy in a wheelchair.

"Brandon," Al began, quickly hurrying over to the cripple. "What...? How did you get here?"

The handicapped teenager looked about the same age as Al but it was hard to tell behind the thick, black glasses he wore. Jed was about to shout profanities at him when he came to realise that the stick this 'Brandon' held in his left hand wasn't just for show.

The poor bastard was blind...

"I asked some people where you might be," Brandon answered, his voice oddly chirpy and cheery. "I had some guys tell me where the gym was and I made my way here."

"All by yourself?" Al asked, his voice filled with more pity and worry than awe. "Damn, you must have superpowers or something."

A shrug from Brandon. "You bet! I have super-finding-people powers!"

Al turned back towards Jed, his look one of the deepest apology. "Hey Jed, sorry but I forgot that I came here to tell you I can't workout this afternoon. Brandon is going to attend Knothole and he starts tomorrow. I was meant to show him around."

"And then you ditched me for over two hours." Brandon pressed the back of his hand against his temple theatrically. "Oh what is a poor cripple to do? How could you be so cruel? To your own cousin!"

Al chuckled and lightly punched Brandon's shoulder. "Shut up, you."

Brandon giggled and waved... at the leg press machine... about ten feet to Jed's left. "Sorry about the interruption, Jed. I may have superpowers but I still can't go down stairs! Or get into a car. I need my cousin here to take me back home."

Jed folded his ears back. "It's alright..." he muttered.

"Catch you later, Jed," Al said, moving behind Brandon and wheeling him out of the gym.

"Sorry again, Jed!" Brandon shouted as he was swept away.

Jed watched them go... and when they were gone, he emitted a soft, low growl.

Cripple or blind, it didn't matter. No one stole his prey. He was perfect and he always got what he wanted.

"So you're going to be attending Knothole, eh Brandon?" Jed chortled. He cracked his knuckles ominously. "It's a dog-eat-dog world here, punk. And you don't have what it takes to be a dog."

Lesson Two: Make the Best of a Bad Situation

Over the years, Brandon had gotten a lot of pity. He was born with severe eye defects that had deemed him 'clinically blind'. There were a lot of medical terms thrown around when his parents described his situation but in short, he couldn't see. The sunglasses he wore were just there for aesthetics and partially because there was that glimmer of colour or light in his vision every now and then but he got sick of hoping that it'd get better on its own. So, he blocked it all out.

He lived in total darkness.

But he wasn't about to go worshiping the devil, cutting up and wailing about how horrible his life was. No, Brandon made the best out of his situation. Yes, he couldn't see but he was more fortunate than some others and where he lacked in eyesight, he made up for in heart.

He sat quietly at the base of the bleachers in his wheelchair, listening to Coach Steele barking orders to the football team. Even without his eyesight, he could 'see' in other ways. The scents in the air, the sounds floating around and touch of the cooling winter breeze painted a picture in his imagination more vivid and probably a lot more beautiful than anything the world could offer.

Some part of him wondered if his eyes ever got repaired - which wasn't bloody likely - there'd be something work looking at. All his life those around him had complained that the world wasn't really worth seeing and he was luckier than most but he could sense the pity in their voices. They were just trying to make him feel better. Still, he couldn't help but wonder if the world of his imagination would compare to the true world around him.

"Chan!" Coach Steele barked.

Just by the deep baritone in his voice and the soft growling undertones, he could tell the man was a wolf of impressive build. When he had been interviewed by the Coach, he instantly liked the man. There was no pity in his voice, there was nothing about his words that hinted at some sort of generic apology for Brandon's disability and there was certainly no sugar-coating in his words. Steele was blunt. He told Brandon that the school would be tough on him but Brandon was up to the challenge.

"Cover the flanks!" the wolf barked again. "No! No! The other flank!" A frustrated growl rippled from the coach. "Chan! Hit the bench! Sanchez! Take over!"

Brandon waited patiently and imagined his cousin bounding over to him, exhausted and sweating in his football gear. The air seemed to suddenly rise in temperature and the smell of sweat and dog wafted through the air. That was thing about this school, it smelled a lot of dogs.

"Man... Coach has been riding my ass all day..." Al heaved. "I'm trying my hardest but he just won't let up..."

"You just need to try better," Brandon replied encouragingly.

"I am trying."

Brandon reached out to where he thought Al stood and sure enough, he found the hard shoulder pad soon enough. He gave it a firm pat. "How about this? Instead of trying to be the hero and getting the ball, why don't you try protecting some of the other bigger guys?"

"I'm meant to get the ball."

Brandon just grinned. "I know. So do something unexpected."

"Coach will probably kill me if I go against the plan..."

"But if it work...?"

Al let out a reluctant but agreeable noise.

"Tell you what," Brandon said, lifting a finger. "If I'm wrong, I owe you a Coke."

He was punched lightly on the shoulder. As always, the punch was half-hearted like Al was scared the slightest touch would cause Brandon to start haemorrhaging everywhere. "Deal."

Suddenly, Brandon felt his cousin dart off again and once more, he was left alone in his imagination. He imagined the plays, imagined Al rushing off to join his peers and fight for the pigskin. There were a few cheers and some exclamations of shock. He imagined Al pulling off some crazy stunt like somersaulting in midair, jumping on some guy's back or sliding between another, bigger guy's legs to grab the ball. A small smile touched his lips.

"That's what I'm talking about!" Steele shouted. "Nice work, Chan! Think on your feet, boys! Plans and plays are good in practice but out on the field, they go to pieces! Watch! Observe! Act!"

"Guess I've got a Coke coming to me," Brandon chuckled softly. "Isn't that right... Jed, was it?"

There was sharp intake of breath from behind him. "You knew I was here?"

"I could hear your breathe." Brandon tapped his nose. "I could smell you too."

"You could 'smell' me?"

He turned around and gave a grin to where he thought Jed was standing. "You know what they say about guys who lose one of their senses, right?"

"Yeah, except I'm over here, superman."

Brandon shrugged in the direction of the voice. "Well, can't be perfect." He turned back towards the game. "Are you a football player, Jed?"

"Nah. I just workout. Al is my most recent workout partner."

Inclining his head to the side, Brandon said, "Most recent? What happened to the others?"

There was a short pause. "They found other partners."

Sometimes Brandon wished he could see people's facial expressions. He guessed that combined with his keen hearing and sense of smell, he could probably guess people's inner thoughts accurately with facial recognition added to his arsenal.

"I see. I hope he's been helping you."

"Not as much as I've been helping him. You should see him. He's getting pretty buff."

Brandon chuckled. "I can imagine."

There was another long pause.

Then... "So you know Knothole High is for the elite, right? The cream of the crop. We're all canines here too. There are already bets out there claiming that you'll be out of the school in a week."

"Oh." He grinned at where he thought Jed was standing. "So how much did you bet?"

A deep growl and he felt Jed come closer. The heat radiating from the canine was immense and he guessed that the guy was pretty big. Huge even. Still, he wasn't intimidated. Not because he knew his disability would shield him but because of something he told himself a long time ago...

"I bet you'd be out of here by tomorrow."

Brandon sniggered, poking what he guessed was an iron-hard set of abs. Funny that the guy wasn't wearing a shirt or even a singlet. He guessed those with fur tended to go around shirtless anyway what with their fur. Since Christmas was around the corner, most canines would be getting their winter coat and additional layers of clothes might just overheat them.

"Give me some credit," he answered with a smile. "How about the day after tomorrow? I've got a rep to keep."

"What rep? For being the grinning cripple? You're not an idiot too, are you?"

Brandon shrugged and tapped the side of his head. "Maybe. That car did hit me pretty hard. I think I still have the bruise from where the hood ornament hit me."

There was a pause.

"You were in a car accident?"

"Yep," Brandon answered proudly. He gestured at his legs. "That's how I'm in this chair. Some guy in my previous school pushed me in front of a car. Had to spend six months in the hospital getting stiches and having my bones reset. The doctors hare to break them twice again to make sure they set right. I'll be fine though. Won't be running any marathons but I'll be good in a couple of years."

There was another long pause. "For a cripple, you're awfully cheery."

"Might just be the Christmas Spirit getting into me," Brandon replied with a big grin.

"Must be."

Wham!

The ground hit Brandon hard and for a moment, he wasn't sure what happened. He felt the weight of the wheelchair pressing against his side and it didn't take him long to realise that he had fallen over. It was far from accidental too.

"How's that 'Christmas Spirit' now, asshole?" Jed growled.

Brandon snorted and propped himself up on his arms. "Still burning brightly and strong, actually."

"What?"

Without any aid whatsoever, Brandon crawled way from his wheelchair and managed to push it back to a standing position. Then, without so much as a grunt of effort despite the burning in his arms, he lifted himself up onto the chair and sat back down deftly. He dusted off the dirt on his pants - at least he thought there was dirt on his pants. "My dad once told 'What doesn't kill you, only makes you stronger'. Unless you intend to push me off a cliff to my death, I'll only keep getting stronger."

"Feh," Jed grunted. "We'll just see how long you keep that up."

Brandon waved his hand in front of his face. "Can't see a thing, remember?"

Wham!

The ground again. It hurt this time.

"I remember," Jed replied menacingly.

Lesson Three: Opposites Attract

Now there were a lot of things Jed was good at. Knothole High was a school for jock and each and every canine in the school loved it. He heard that some of the graduating classes even visited every now and again to meet up with Coach Steele 'just like the good old days'. But first and foremost, Knothole High was a school.

As such, if offered a lot of courses.

Some of which were compulsory.

Home Economics was one such class.

As far as Jed was concerned, the polished, meticulously clean, stainless-steel-dominated room was where girls hung out. Considered there were no girls in the all-male high school, it was where the un-transformed and the sissies congregated. It sickened him seeing big, burly guys with biceps bigger than legs of ham actually volunteer to progress in the Home Economics course. The school claimed it was to ready them for a future of bachelorhood or mateship with their significant others. The students said they got to eat whatever they made so it was 'win-win'.

Jed said it was just another grade and the instant he passed, he was out of there.

What discussed him most, however, was not the fact that he had to wear a pink, frilly apron or that the mittens he was forced to wear were flowery. No, what really got his stomach turning was that his 'partner' was the only blind and crippled guy in all of Knothole High... Brandon Chan.

Towering over the squat figure to his right, Jed felt like tiny bugs were crawling all over his fur, jumping from Brandon's crippled frame and onto him, sinking their fangs into his flesh and slowly degrading his muscles until he too would be bound to a wheelchair. Jed instinctively took a step to his left, away from Brandon.

There were set to make a very simple chocolate cake. Most of the class was already underway but Brandon was running his fingers over a braille cookbook, a small smile on his features. Jed rolled his eyes and picked up the bowl and eggs. The recipe was simple enough. It told him to split the eggs.

So he did just that.

He put two on one side and two on the other.

How hard was that?

The next step was to sift the flour. With a shrug, he turned around and wandered over to the windowsill of the room where a patch of herbs were growing. There was also a flower pot. He wondered why no one else was picking up the flower but he guessed it was because they weren't up to that step yet. How hard was it to 'split eggs' anyway? With a shrug, he yanked the flower out of the pot and took the plant, complete with hard-packed dirt to his table. Brandon was still 'reading' the recipe.

At this rate, the kid was never going to graduate. It was a good thing he was partnered up with a super stud like Jed. Heck, maybe that could be the saving grace of the smuck. He could run around tailing Jed and be like his sidekick or something. Jed could use him like a shield if he needed. No one would hit a cripple unless they were really low and Brandon could bask in Jed's popularity.

Yeah, that sounded pretty sweet.

With a grin, Jed watched one of the other students pick up a weird bowl with a handle that had a netted base instead of a solid one. He heard them mention it was a 'sieve' and it's what they used for step two. Taking up from that idea, he picked up his 'sieve', dumped the flower in it and began shaking it over the bowl, sifting the dirt into the mixture.

"Heh, no wonder they call it a mud cake."

"What are you talking about?" Brandon asked, settling the cookbook aside.

Jed took the opportunity to start Brandon's trip to superstardom... or at least his superstardom by association. He grinned down at the cripple, placed a paw on his shoulder and said, "Because, we're putting dirt in it. After we dump the rest of the stuff, it'll be mud, right?"

For a second, Brandon didn't move. Then, he wheeled himself over to the bowl, groping around until he found the sieve. Slowly, his fingers dipped into the hard-packed dirt and up the stem of the flower.

"Um... And how did you split the eggs?"

"I put two on one side and two on the other."

Again, Brandon was motionless.

"What's the matter?" Jed asked, his hackles rising and a growl filtering into his voice.

"Um... Why don't you let me take care of this?"

"How can you even cook?" It was a challenge. A challenge to his competence and as far as he was concerned, his manhood.

"Not really," Brandon replied. "That's why I'll need your help. Can you wash out the sieve and the bowl for me?"

"What? Didn't I sift the flower enough?"

"I'm sure you did very well. Just, humour me?"

How did it come to Jed patronising the twerp and now he was being patronised. At this point, everyone in the class was looking at them and more than a few were pointing and giggling at his flower-in-a-sieve. Decking Brandon sounded really sweet at that moment but he couldn't do it in public. Least of all in the middle of class.

With a grunt, he picked up the bowl and sieve and began washing it out. Once he was done, he set it in front of Brandon again. The cripple, with deftness that belied his disabilities, wheeled over to the table and picked up one egg. He cracked it on the lip of the bowl and then let the contents pour out into the bowl except for the yolk. Despite not being able to see, he managed to filter out the whites expertly. He then poured the yolk onto a waiting, separate bowl. He repeated the process with the other three eggs.

"Why are you doing that?" Jed asked.

"That's splitting the eggs," Brandon replied, picking up a whisk. "And you see that white stuff everyone was using?"

Jed would have made a lewd joke at that moment but chose not to. "Yeah..."

"That's flour."

"Bullshit. Flower is green and has petals."

"No. That's flower. As in 'fuh-lah-ow-er'. What we're using is 'fuh-luh-ur'. It's different."

Jed was feeling a heavy blush rising in his cheeks but instead remained silent. The rest of the class had heard the exchange and were silently giggling behind his back. None of them laughed at his face, of course, but when he had his back turned, they laughed. He would make sure they paid for it afterwards.

Unwilling to let himself get embarrassed even more, he just aided Brandon whenever he could. Brandon would ask for ingredients and Jed would supply them. He'd taste them before hand, of course. It seemed like a further jab to his dignity that a blind teenager didn't trust him. Then again, he did push the guy off his wheelchair multiple times...

Swallowing the indignation, Jed just followed Brandon's instructions. To his surprise, Brandon was more than a competent cook. He was goddamn good. He moved swiftly, deftly and with a precision that seemed unhindered by the fact that he could not see.

In half an hour, hey had their cake in the oven ahead of the others despite their rocky start. Twenty minutes after that, they pulled it out, applied some icing sugar and served it up for grading. Their teacher, a curly-haired Corgi, tasted it and his eyes rolled into the back of his head.

"Oh! This is beautiful! Simply beautiful! A+!"

Jed wasn't sure if he should be proud of getting an A+ for Home Economics especially since he effectively did no cooking and it was all Brandon.

For the last ten minutes of the class, all they did was clean their bench. Only a few other students managed to finish their cakes in time. The others had to store their-half baked ingredient s in the fridge.

Jed was just wiping down the table when let his mind wander a little. His huge paw slipped and accidentally knocked a couple of eggs off the bench from their carton. He flicked his brown eyes towards their intended target and his jaw fell open.

With a sickening crack, the eggs splattered all over Brandon's lap.

Everyone in the room took a collective sharp breath.

Brandon fumbled at his lap and flinched when his fingers touched the sticky egg membrane. "Eew... Um... I think I need to clean up..."

Without hesitating, Jed forgot the table and swept up behind Brandon, seizing the handles of the wheelchair. "I'll take you to the bathroom."

"No need," came the answer. Brandon wheeled himself away. "I know the way."

"But you're -" Jed hesitated.

"I know," was Brandon's cheery reply. "But I still know the way." And with those words, he managed to navigate through the rest of the class straight to the door. A pang of pity rippled up Jed's stone-cold, Adonis body when Brandon's wheel's bumped against the wooden frame. A spindly hand reached out, seized the doorknob and pushed it open, allowing Brandon free reign into the hallway.

Before Jed even knew what was happening, his feet had taken him straight out of the class and right after Brandon. He seized the cripple's wheelchair handles and pushed him towards the nearest toilets.

"I could manage on my own, you know."

"Yeah but it's my fault you're a mess," Jed grunted. "Just take the help and shut up."

"But how else am I going to get awesome guns if I don't use my wheelchair?" For emphasis, Brandon lifted his arms, flexing them for him. There were tiny mounds there that showed some distinct muscle but certainly nothing as defined or huge as Jed's.

Still, for some reason, those muscles seemed to have a lot more... substance than Jed's own.

They reached the bathroom with no incident. Unfortunately, there were already occupants there. Jed bristled when he saw two guys half-naked crumpled together in an open stall. One guy was going down on the other, his muzzle firmly wrapped around the other's thick, pulsing, human cock. While both were canine, the one with the_non_-canine member was clearly in the early stages of transformation.

Both stared at him in shock.

"Get out of here," he growled.

The two scrambled to their feet and made a hasty escape.

Brandon inclined his head to the side. "What were they doing?"

Jed frowned for the briefest of moments. He decided to tell the truth. It was probably going to sound unbelievable anyway. "One guy was giving the other head."

Watching Brandon's expression closely, Jed was a little surprised to find the cripple merely raise an eyebrow. "Huh... I guess in an all-guy's school it's understandable..."

Clearly, Brandon defied all definitions of the term 'disabled'. Jed was partially amazed and very annoyed. He hated the fact that he was wrong about something and especially hated being showed up in a class even if that class was Home Economics.

"Let me get you cleaned up," he grunted, grabbing a few paper towels. He knelt in front of Brandon and began wiping off the egg stains that had seeped into his pants.

"Does that kind of stuff happen here often?" Brandon asked. "The whole guy going down on a guy thing?"

"Dude, I was joking."

He wasn't joking.

"You're not joking." Brandon inclined his head to the side. "I can still smell their musk. I can hear really well too, you know."

Jed grunted in reply.

"So are there a lot of gay guys in this school?"

"It's a guy only school filled with jocks," Jed answered.

"That doesn't answer my question."

"Why are you even interested?" Jed snapped, swiping up the last yolk and tossing it into the bin. "There is no way a guy like you would ever score in this place anyway."

Surprisingly, Brandon just gave him a broad grin. "Who knows? Someone might just have pity sex with me!"

"That's the best you can hope for."

"Better than dying a virgin."

"Can you even get it up?"

"Sure! I'm hard right now!"

Jed reeled back and gave Brandon a suspicious stare - not that the cripple could see. "Are you... Are you hitting on me?"

There, Brandon inclined his head to the side. "Depends. Is it working?"

This time, it was Jed's turn to incline his head to the side. There was just something about Brandon's... audacity that impressed him. He wasn't sure what it was. Something about the way this guy who had no use of his legs or his eyes and somehow managed to have the balls to talk to Jed like an equal... It just blew his mind and left his mind completely blank.

Without his higher-mental functions, his body reacted of its own accord.

Suddenly, he found his lips tightly wrapped around Brandon's, tongue pressing against the other's soft lips.

Lesson Four: Never forget to Breathe

Brandon sat in front of his desk, naturally in his wheelchair, with a big pair of headphones wrapped around his ears. He was listening to a recording of the day's classes and was making a few notes for himself on his laptop. Being blind did have its disadvantages but he was content to be as 'normal' as he could.

Fitting in to a new school was always hard. Fitting in to an elite school like Knothole High would be even harder still. However, he kept himself on track, told himself to focus and maintained that he had to excel as best as he could.

He was just as good as anyone else. Everyone had their flaws. It just so happens that his was more... noticeable.

He was just getting to the part of the studies about the differences between meiosis and mitosis when a knock came to his door. Just by the way the door creaked open very slightly and the sharp intake of breath, he knew that it was his uncle. Uncle Trevor always treated him like a fragile doll where his parents endeavoured to treat him just like any other child - or at least as best as they could gauge since he was an only child. Trevor and Al both held their breath whenever he saw him like they were afraid the slightest disturbance in the air would make him crumble into dust.

"Brandon? You've got a visitor."

That was a surprise. He wasn't expecting anyone. With a mental shrug, he wheeled himself to face the door. "Cool! Who is it?"

"It's me, Ben."

Brandon inclined his head to the side. That was definitely Jed but why had he called him 'Ben'? His uncle had just called him by his name a few seconds ago. With a shrug - physical this time - he said, "Oh hey, Jed, come in."

His uncle left them as the big, hulking canine entered the room. The floorboards creaked beneath the massive canine's weight. Brandon wasn't sure if the guy was fat or really built yet but whatever the case, he weighed a lot.

"Have a seat," Brandon said. "The bed is good."

His bed squeaked in protest under Jed's weight.

"To what do I owe the pleasure?" he asked, turning himself around to where he thought Jed was sitting. Heavy paws gripped the sides of his wheelchair and swung him about 20 degrees to the left.

"Just... wanted to talk," Jed began. "I uh... I'm sorry about yesterday. I... I shouldn't have pushed you off your wheelchair like that."

Brandon grinned and waved the apology away. "Hey, I don't mind. In fact, as long as you treat me like one of the other guys, I'm perfectly fine with it! I just want to fit in."

"Really?" Jed asked, excitement showing in his voice. "Well, I can help there."

"Gonna give me a Wet Willie or a Swirly now?"

"Better."

Brandon felt powerful paws wrap around his hands. Thick, corded muscles slowly rolled over his forearms and curled around his shoulders. Soft, supple, canine lips pressed against his own. His mind went wild with thoughts and possibilities. He pictured Jed in his mind. Maybe a big, buff German Shepherd or a Husky? No, his fur was shorter than that. He found his hands groping at large, bulky muscles that strained against his taut flesh. Veins pressed up against his palms, pulsing with life and excitement.

Then his brain kicked back into action.

Brandon pushed Jed away. "Whoa! What're you doing!?"

For some reason, he just knew Jed was grinning at him. "Treating you like one of the guys."

"By kissing me!? What kind of guys do you hang around with!?"

"Do you have to ask?" Jed chuckled. "We're a school full of teenage, muscular, testosterone-pumped dogs. What do you think we do all day?"

Brandon shook his head in disbelief. "I refuse to believe you're gay."

"Oh yeah? Why? 'Cuz I'm big, buff and a totally hottie Rottie?"

So he was a Rottweiler. From what he remembered from books, he could imagine what Rottweilers looked like... and that they were brutal, territorial dogs. "No. Because you pushed me off my wheelchair multiple times. Unless you're one of those 'closet gay types' that try to bully others as a way of hiding their own latent homosexuality."

The canine's deep baritone was transformed into a bright, slightly cynical laugh. There was genuine amusement in that voice and Brandon felt his heartstrings just twinge a little. "Dude, I'm not hiding anything."

"Then why bully me for?"

A pause.

"I just don't like you," he answered.

"So why kiss me then?"

Another pause.

"Because I like Ben."

There was that name again. It sounded strangely familiar but he couldn't quite put his finger on it.

"Who the heck is 'Ben'?"

Jed grunted softly. "Look it doesn't matter. Just get into bed with me."

It was Brandon's turn to give a cynical laugh. "Wow, you're straight to the point, huh? Don't I get dinner first."

Strong, muscular arms suddenly ripped him from his wheelchair, hoisting him up and depositing him shamelessly onto the bed.

"Whoa! Hey!"

He felt Jed's strong body hovering over him. The hot musk from the canine filled his nostrils, blurring the edges of his consciousness. Some primal form inside him was urging him to just give in. His cock was hard in his pants and while Jed's strong, muscular legs pressed against his own, the pain of his rehabilitating limbs drowned out the sheer pleasure he felt from the soft contact. Thick pecs pressed up against his chest and he could feel the heat radiating from the dog's armpits, carrying that heady scent with them.

"Just shut up and kiss me."

Their lips met once more and while Brandon screamed for about two seconds, his cries quickly turned into groans and moans of lust. The pain in his legs intensified but the blood rushing to his loins formed like a barrier of lust that stopped the pain dead in its tracks. His breathing became ragged and as he yanked his lips away from Jed, he kept gasping. With each breath, his chest rose up to meet Jed's. It didn't take him long to realise Jed was shirtless.

Every time his chest rose, he pressed himself longer and longer against Jed's chest, wanting their contact to last forever. One of Jed's big paws pulled his arm around that thick neck and Brandon found himself hanging from the canine's neck.

He felt the Rottweiler's breath on his lips.

And Brandon...

Brandon leaned in for a kiss.

Lesson Five: Keep your Dreams Alive

Jed watched the golden-furred Labrador slumbering quietly beside him. The huge back of the canine was bigger than his own and goddamn if his arms weren't huge. Even relaxed, those biceps were like watermelons on steroids and the veins that curled over those forearms were like a net that had ensnared Jed's heart.

His heart was in constant motion as he gently ran his paw down the side of the Labrador's muscular chest, curling his fingers cheekily around those plump pecs and squeezing the erect nipple waiting for him very lightly. Ben murmured something in his sleep and shuffled a little. Jed grinned and wiggled up to the dog he knew was destined to be his mate. The cum stains on Ben's back were still pretty fresh and sticky but Jed was adding an extra layer of precum into the golden fur as it stood.

Slowly, he rolled his paws down the hills of the canine's thighs. Big and juicy muscles resisted his touch, compressing his fingers lightly between their folds. They were far from Brandon's crippled frame and just... perfect.

The perfect mate for the perfect guy.

It was the stuff dreams were made of.

He could remember the first time Brandon had transformed. Jed had turned at lot of guys in the past. Hell, he and some of the guys on the football team had taken to gangbanging some of the newbies. It was fun watching the little guy trying to escape, ramming into each of the football players and getting a smell and a taste of what it took to be a real dog. Bit by bit, the student would transform and then their eyes would go from panic to lust and finally to acceptance as the new Steele pup would come into existence.

The sex afterwards was fucking hot.

But when Jed and pulled Brandon's pants off and sucked that dick... Fuck, that was magical. He had watched Ben's legs slowly rip out of those flimsy, school pants that were purposefully designed to rip easily. The abs that popped into existence from Ben's stomach were endlessly mesmerising and when the huge pecs ripped the school shirt in two, Jed had lost it. He had bounced Ben there and then and they broke Brandon's wheelchair beneath them as they made furious love on the wreckage, their huge, muscular bodies practically shaking the entire bathroom.

When he came, he had roared so loudly that the glass mirror had shattered.

Seven years bad luck didn't seem so bad if he could have Ben.

Unfortunately, he didn't get to bask in the afterglow of their lovemaking afterwards. The last time he had cum so hard was when he had finished his transformation from that 'wannabe-jock' Jeremy Coulder to Jed King. The entire bathroom was a mess and Brandon - who had transformed back - was simply covered in semen. Thankfully, he was out cold and Jed had fun licking him clean and dressing him again. Finding a replacement wheelchair was a little hard but he had enough time to find Al, fuck him silly, turn him and then get Aaron to find the spare wheelchair.

Brandon was none the wiser when he woke up in the bathroom, fully dressed and still in his wheelchair. Jed had been watching from the stalls and had a pang of loneliness as the cripple walked out with his mate slumbering somewhere beneath that flawed flesh.

But now...

Jed nuzzled Ben, kissing the Labrador's cheek affectionately.

"Mmmmh... That was good..." Ben murmured softly. "You sure know how to rock a guy's world."

"Just your world?" Jed answered with a sly grin. "Wanna try for 'your life'?"

Ben sniggered. "That was lame." He paw slowly crawled out from underneath Jed and began groping along the sheets. For a moment, Jed frowned as he watched his mate, eyes closed, slowly reaching out for... something...

Then his heart completely plummeted.

Ben seized that blind man's walking stick and slowly prised himself out of Jed's arms. "Hey, help me get dressed would you? It's easy to strip. Hard to find clothes that aren't covered in cum."

Jed sat up. "You're blind...?"

Ben turned to him, brow furrowed. "Um... Yeah. Why?"

It took Jed a moment to realise that in their furious first lovemaking session, Ben hadn't opened his eyes once. Still, Ben had his eyes closed and now he knew why. Slowly, Jed got to his feet, keeping himself as far away from Ben as possible.

"But... You can't be... You're perfect...!"

The Labrador raised one eyebrow. "Um... How do you define 'perfect' exactly?"

"Not... blind." Jed shook his head. "Maybe... Maybe you need to fully transform. Yeah, that's it. You're only in Stage 3 right now. I'll bet once you're fully out and there's no trace of that wimp, Brandon, you'll be -"

"Whoa-whoa-whoa," Ben exclaimed, holding up his free paw. "'No trace?' Are you telling me that Brandon is like a hindrance to me?"

"Not 'like'! Is! I mean look at you! You're blind!"

"What's wrong with being blind?" Ben looked indignant and Jed couldn't understand why he was being so defensive. If given the chance, wouldn't anyone was to be perfect? "Brandon is a lot stronger than you give him credit for you know. I am Brandon."

"Don't say that!" Jed barked, plugging his ears. "You're nothing like that cripple! You're my mate!"

"Why?" Ben sneered. "Because I look good? Look at it this way, bonehead, how the fuck do you think I could have gotten this way if I was blind, huh?" He gestured at his chiselled, Adonis body. He was bigger than Jed. He was easily on par with Coach Steele and Jessie. He was that big and perfect. If he was a wolf, he could easily be a fully-fledged Steele. "I am who Brandon is on the inside. That's who we all are. Jed King is who... whoever you were deep down."

"I am not that weakling!" Jed growled. "I've put him behind me!"

"Is that seriously what you believe?" Ben muttered. "You think that when we turn, we lose who we once were?" He lifted a paw, pressing it against his chest. "Our mannerisms may change and our bodies may be different you know that when we go past Stage 5, we become -"

"No!" the Rottweiler screamed. "We don't! We're different! We take over! We're stronger! It's survival of the fittest!"

Ben looked both disappointed and a little heartbroken. "If you believe that... then I think it's time for you to go."

Rage boiled up inside Jed. He let that rage take over and he stormed past Ben.

As a last, malicious thought, he kicked the wheelchair into the wall.

He was out the door before it hit the ground.

Lesson Six: Not Everything Needs Replacing

Christmas was one of the 'key events' in Knothole High. There were just so many ways the Steels could change the unsuspecting student population that it had become something of a tradition, one that Jed had been more than willing to partake in... until yesterday.

The mood in the halls was one of jolly merriment and general joviality. Big, beefy jocks were hoisting scrawny, nerdy kids onto their muscular shoulder so they could hang up decorations. Other jocks were handing out invitations to anyone to attend their parties while other still were handing out 'freebies' to anyone, not entirely defining what that 'freebie' was.

Jed, however, wasn't feeling too... 'Christmassy'.

He stared sullenly from one jock to another, trying to remember who they had been before the transformation. Some he could identify. The rest were such polar opposites to their current personas that it was impossible to tell them apart.

Jed checked his watch.

It was the 23rd. Tomorrow was Christmas Eve. Some part of him was been looking forward to having Ben beside him on that magical evening. Ben and no Brandon.

Never Brandon.

But whenever he saw that cripple in the hallways, he just couldn't bring himself to see the Ben inside. As far as he was concerned, the two were different and he would be instrumental in bringing out Ben permanently.

Or... at least he wanted to.

But what Ben said... it sounded so final. He sounded so sure that he and Brandon were on in the same.

Jed looked back to his own transformation. He didn't feel any life-changing merging between himself and Jeremy. After he shot gallons of cum all over the walls, he remained who he was. No sudden enlightenment, no epiphany and certainly no angelic messenger come to tell him that his eyes were opened. Just him and the sweet, sweet, salty afterglow of sex.

"Hey there, champ."

Jed glanced upwards.

Coach Steele hovered over him in all his perfect glory. In the big, grey-furred wolf's veiny paws was a cardboard box overflowing with tinsel and decorative balls.

"Coach," Jed answered, rising out of his usual seat in the cafeteria.

"Word on the rumour mill is that you're feeling pretty low," the wolf said. "Why don't you help me hang up some decorations? That always tends to cheer people up."

That sounded stupid and corny. As a reply, Jed scuffed his shoe on the floor absently. "I'll be okay, Coach..."

"Nonsense." The box was suddenly shoved into Jed's paws. "Now come on. The north hallway still needs decorations."

Naturally, he couldn't say 'no' to the man who had changed his life. Steele hadn't been the one to transform Jed but once he was in the loop, he knew that it was all because of the Coach that he had become the picture perfect Rottweiler that he was now. Like all the other canines in the school, he felt indebted to the Coach. If Steele wanted to fuck him, he'd lift his tail and ask when and where. If Steele wanted him to suck that huge cock, Jed would lick his lips and ask if he could suck his balls too.

He would do anything for Coach Steele.

In some way, he loved the Coach. Everyone did. Steele and Jessie were the top dogs in the school. The Alphas that everyone respected, cherished and loved.

So, once they got to the north hall, Jed eagerly lifted the box in his paws as Steele easily reached in and began hanging tinsel on the walls. There was little subtly in the decorations too. Steele purposefully stuck two of the decorative balls together and hung them with a fourteen inch piece of tinsel between each.

"So, what happened to Al?" Steele asked.

"Who?"

"Aaron."

For a second, Jed had to blink multiple times. "Oh! Sorry, Coach. I um... I'll get right to him. He had his cousin over and he's been dotting over the cripple since he arrived."

"Brandon, yes." Steele nodded as they moved a little further down the hallway. "What do you think of him?"

"Weak as a pussy."

"Really?" The wolf had this smile on his features that seemed to be taunting Jed. "I happen to think he's quite handsome."

"He's blind and can't use his legs."

"The legs are only temporary. He undergoes hours of excruciating leg rehabilitation every week just so he can get back on his feet. You know he never screams once?"

"Why should I care?" Jed grumbled bitterly.

"Because you're jealous."

That caused Jed's hackles to rise and he instinctively bared his fangs at the Coach. When he realised who he was threatening, he quickly pulled his lips over his fangs and straightened. "I am not jealous. Not of a cripple!"

Something smashed, the sound of shattering glass ringing in the Rottweiler's ears. He glanced down and saw the shattered remains of one of the glittering decorative balls.

"Look at these things," Coach Steele said, shaking his head woefully. "So pretty on the outside but they're hollow on the inside. Just one misstep and they're in pieces. One would think that as you're building these things, you'd make them to stand firm. Doesn't matter if you fill them with something cheap like Styrofoam or even dirt but as long as you can drop it and it won't break." The wolf grinned at him. "Then again, I wouldn't be able to making the 'my balls are dropping' joke over and over again."

Jed rolled his eyes. "That's lame, Coach."

"I know."

"Besides, they could just make the thing made of stronger stuff than glass. Like plastic."

"But they're still hollow on the inside. You can hear it." Steele lifted one of the plastic balls from the box and flicked it with a claw. There was a dull thud that seemed so blunt and empty. For emphasis, he closed his eyes and struck it again. "Can you hear it, Jed? Nothing but hot air."

Jed's jaw twitched slightly. "You making fun of me, Coach?"

"Why ever would you think that?" Steele answered, opening his eyes and smiling wanly at him. "I'm just commenting on these balls."

"The balls are like me, aren't they?" he growled. "Good to look at on the outside but just full of hot air? Is that why Ben - erm, Brandon is better than me?"

"I never said he was better than you," the wolf answered, hanging up some more balls. "That would imply you'd be judged on the same scale but from what I can see, you two are in different leagues." He grinned as he pulled out some tinsel. "Ah tinsel. One of my favourite decorations! So shiny, so soft like fur. They take a lot of abuse, you know." He plucked one of the strands of glossy plastic off the length of decoration. "I'm willing to wager that by the end of this season, these things will be stripped bare. Funny thing is, if you hang up tinsel all by itself, well... It'll just look gay. You need to put it into context. Hence... the balls."

Steele jingled the two balls he held. "I wonder who ever came up with the idea that some tinsel and colourful balls would mean 'Christmas'."

Jed shook his head, confused as to whether Steele was using some sort of analogy or just commenting on the decorations. When Steele began talking about the plastic Santa Clause and mentioning they should start replacing it with something that didn't fade over time, he drew the line.

The Rottweiler excused himself.

"Hey son!"

Jed glanced over his shoulder at the cheerily waving Coach Steele.

"Merry Christmas!"

Jed grumbled and waved back.

Lesson Seven: Make your Weaknesses your Strengths

Despite the fact that it was in the middle of winter, snow had yet to come to Knothole High. The temperature had certainly dropped but snow seemed so far off. Jed was quite grateful for that fact. His thin fur coat wasn't suited for cold weather and if it started snowing, he knew he'd just starting kicking people's asses for no apparent reason to 'warm up his blood'.

However, as the day wore on, he was loathed to attend his Home Economics class. He stood beside the quiet Brandon who was 'reading' the cookbook again.

"Good afternoon, Jed," Brandon said, closing the book.

"Hey."

"We'll be making pudding today!" he said brightly. "Ready to start?"

Jed let out a soft sight. It was an hour and a half until the end of the day. It was the last day of the school year and that meant he wouldn't have to deal with Brandon for at least a couple of weeks. Maybe he'd get lucky and someone else would transform him. Maybe he should start working on Al again. Get Al to spread the Steele gene across the family.

All he knew was he didn't want to be the one to turn Brandon.

A little voice in his head asked 'Why?'

His answer was short and forthright.

Because he was a cripple.

"Yeah," Jed grunted. "Just don't get egg on yourself again."

Brandon made no attempt at a comeback and began cooking. Like before, he was a wiz in the kitchen. Jed barely had to help him as he zoomed around, finding ingredients by smell, feel and taste alone. His hands were a blur as they built the mixture for the pudding, making it look smooth and velvety as was instructed.

"Can you help me pour them into the ramekins?"

Jed snarled. "Can't you do it yourself?"

"I might miss."

Sighing, Jed gently took the mixing bowl from Brandon and gently poured the mixture into the ramekins. His paws were about an inch away from Brandon's and he could almost sense Ben reaching out to him, trying to coax him into committing the 'act'. But he resisted... at least as best as he could. Just being close to Brandon made him hard and many of the other canines in the room already detected his musk. Many were giving him a sly look and a wink.

He growled at them in return.

A distraction was needed.

"What do you want for Christmas?" he muttered, finding the most generic, the most dull topic that couldn't possibly lead to any sexual innuendo.

The image of himself naked with a bow tied around his erect cock suddenly came to mind and he mentally kicked himself.

"Me?"

"Yeah. You want your eyesight back or something?"

Brandon seemed to think about it a moment. "That would be nice, I guess, but I'll make do. What I really want is to feel snow."

Jed gave his 'partner' a dubious stare. "Snow? That's it? You want snow?"

"I used to live down south. We didn't get much snow there. I want to know what it feels like."

"Open a fridge. It's like that except softer."

"No. Real snow. That's what I want for Christmas."

Jed gave him a penetrating stare. "So you don't want your legs fixed? Or your eyes? I mean, you go through hell each week to get to walk again right? Isn't that better than snow?"

"I'm used to it by now. Just a couple more months and I'll be fine."

"It doesn't have to be that way, you know," Jed murmured softly. "There are... ways you can get fixed..."

"Life isn't easy. Taking shortcuts only leads to more pain."

"It's not a shortcut. It's... how things are meant to be. You don't need to keep fighting, you know."

"Yes, yes I do," Brandon answered firmly. "I have to fight because it's my fight. I just... have to endure... get used to the pain. It'll go away eventually. I just have to be patient. Take the good things in life even if they're small."

"Don't you get it!?" Jed barked, spinning around to face him. He slammed the bowl of pudding mixture onto the table. They had been pouring the same ramekin for over three minutes, leaving a big pile of brown goo on the baking tray.

"You don't have to get used to it!" Jed continued. He clutched his temples, claws digging into his flesh. "I - I just don't get you! You seem like you like suffering! The world isn't like that! There are good things don't always come in small packages! You just have to ask and stop looking at the world like everyone is pitying you!"

"I'm not a charity case!" Brandon snapped back.

"Set aside your stupid pride and accept some help once in a while!" Jed cried. "For fuck's sake, Brandon! Other people in your position would kill to get their eyes and legs back!"

"I'm already working to get my legs back!" came the sharp reply. "As for my eyes..." He lowered his voice to a soft whisper. "You can't get back what you never had in the first place..."

Jed's patience was running thin. He made one last jab. "You don't have to try so hard to stand out, you know. You can be just like everyone else."

"You think I'm like this because I want attention!?"

"What? You mean all this high and mighty 'I'm strong, really I am' bullshit you keep spurting isn't just to stroke your own ego? Who are you trying to fool, Brandon? You really think you're just as good as everyone else? You're a fucking cripple! And even if you get out of that chair, you wouldn't even know which direction to walk!"

A hushed silence fell on the entire class.

Jed knew he had stepped out of line. The funny thing was, every stab he made at Brandon felt like he was jabbing himself a million times over with a barbed, heated knife. He and Brandon just stared at one another - at least to some degree. Both of them were shaking uncontrollably though in Jed's case, it was because of pain and heartbreak. Brandon... he wasn't sure.

Unable to stand there any longer, Jed spun around and stormed out of the class.

He barged right into the nearest toilets and slammed his fist into the mirror, shattering it. In the broken reflection, he could see the tears rolling down his cheeks. They were hot, like molten lead streaming from his eyes and burning his fur. His massive shoulders were shaking uncontrollably and he couldn't understand why Brandon could be so stubborn!

Part of him could now see where Ben got his tenacity from.

But he couldn't - wouldn't - accept that they were both the same person. He man he loved - and there was no denying he was in love with Ben - was in there somewhere and Brandon was making him blind.

The door swung open.

"Fuck off! It's occupied!" he growled.

"Taking up a whole bathroom to yourself? Fuck you're a pig."

He glanced to his right where Brandon slowly wheeled himself towards him. "How'd you find me?"

Brandon tapped his nose. "I could smell you. Besides, there's only one bathroom near the Home Economics class. I figured you'd be here."

"Fuck off," he snarled.

"Yeah? Well can I say something first?"

"Make it quick before I pound you into that wheelchair of yours."

For a second, Brandon lowered his head. Jed wasn't sure what he was doing but when he lifted his head again, there was a stream of tears rolling out from behind his sunglasses.

"Thank you."

That... That just confused Jed. "What...?"

"Thank you for... For being yourself..." Brandon shook his head and laughed softly, wiping the tears from his cheeks. "It's funny... Everywhere I go, people always treat me like I'm fragile. Even my mom, my dad, my uncle and cousin. All of them think that if they so much as touch me, I'll fall to pieces. And you're right... I guess.

"I never thought of it that way before but I just kept acting all 'strong' and 'cocky' because I just wanted to fit in. I just... wanted to be like one of the guys. And... coming to this school... I thought it'd be a milestone, you know? I could overcome my disability and keep up with everyone else and that'd be it, you know? I'd be just as good if not better than everyone else."

He gave a short, bitter laugh. "Stupid dream, huh?"

"Fucking stupid," Jed agreed.

"Look... I'm... I'm really sorry... I've gotten under your skin and... You're a nice guy, Jed. I just... I just don't want you getting into trouble because of me."

"What are you talking about?"

"Remember that guy that pushed me in front of that speeding car and got me these?" he gestured at his legs. "He's in prison now. Not because he was charged. Not really. He accepted the charges. 'Attempted manslaughter' apparently. He felt really guilty about pushing a blind kid into the street that he felt so rotten about himself that..."

Brandon shook his head sadly. "Look... I just don't want you feeling guilty about it, okay? After the Christmas break, I won't be here anymore."

"You're leaving?" Jed asked, his heart twitching with a pang of guilt.

The young man shook his head sadly. "I've learned I'm not that special. I'm just like any other blind kid. I'm no stronger than anyone else who can see. I'm weaker even because of my disability. It doesn't make me stronger. It just gets other people around me hurt. Every time I attempt to be stronger, I just pull other people down in my attempts."

Jed shook his head and suddenly found himself kneeling in front of Brandon. His paw cupped the base of Brandon's neck and pressed his forehead against the young man's. "No... You're wrong. You are special. You're special to me."

"What are...?"

Their lips met well before Brandon could finish his sentence. Their inhibitions went flying out the window very fast and suddenly, Jed was carrying Brandon off his wheelchair and into the nearby stalls. He kicked the door shut behind him and sat down on the seat cradling his mate in his arms. He nuzzled Brandon's cheek just as the latter moaned.

The sound of stretching clothing filled his ears. Brandon arched his back and let out a gasp as the base of his spine ripped through the seat of his pants, a long, fluffy, golden tail springing free and wagging excitedly.

"F - F - Fuck..." Brandon whimpered. "What...? What's happening...? Oh! It feels so good!" His legs kicked out and his feet exploded out of their shoes.

"It's the secret of Knothole High," Jed whispered in his ear softly. His very breath cultivated the long, golden strands of fur that rippled out of his ears. "Here... let me show you..."

Lesson Eight: It Never Hurts to Cry

The bathroom had basically been off limits for the rest of the day. Ben had stayed out for a good couple of hours and Jed had fun with him for a good, long while. Then, when the time came, Ben receded back into Brandon.

It was Christmas Eve now, officially anyway. 12:24 AM December 24th.

On the roof of Knothole High's Northern Block, Jed sat on a tiny fold-up chair that creaked and protested against his gargantuan, all-muscle weight. Beside him, Brandon sat, smiling brightly with his hand firmly placed inside Jed's paw. For the first time, that smile wasn't just a façade to antagonise others and further Brandon's own little delusions. As for Jed... Well, one look at Brandon and he didn't see a cripple. Not anymore.

"So... What made you change your mind about me?" Brandon asked softly.

Jed thought about that a moment. Then he said, "Decorative Christmas balls. And tinsel."

His mate - for that was who he was now - laughed. When Jed didn't share, he gave the Rottweiler a serious stare. "You're serious... aren't you?"

"Dead serious."

"Decorative Christmas ball and tinsel," Brandon repeated. "Really?"

"You should talk with Coach Steele," Jed giggled, leaning forward and nuzzling his mate. "He's a pretty awesome guy. He helped me realise that... Well... I was jealous of your strength. You may think that you're not a strong as everyone else but really, you are. You're way stronger than me. I'm just a decorative Christmas ball. All shine but no substance. Empty inside. You... You're strong. Might not be as flashy as some balls but you shine in your own way. Even battered and bruised, you still light up the room. You're tinsel."

Brandon nuzzled him back, the fur starting to sprout from where their flesh made contact. "That has to be the dumbest analogy I've ever heard... But I like it." He paused a moment, letting out a soft sigh. "So... Is this what happens to everyone that goes to this school? They turn into big, muscular canines?"

"This school, this town, this county. Yeah. We're all selected because we have the latent Steele Gene."

"Neat..." Brandon slowly cupped Jed's cheeks and kissed his wet nose lightly.

Jed smiled, watching his reflection in Brandon's sunglasses shine with joy for the first time. "Hey... Can I see your eyes."

Brandon pulled back. "Um... I'd rather you didn't. They're probably all white, milky and gross by now."

"I know this is corny and pretty much a generic boyfriend thing to say... but you're beautiful just the way you are."

That brought a laugh from the young man. "Oh yeah? So why change me then?"

"Actually..." Jed clasped Brandon's hands in both of his paws. "I think it doesn't matter if you change or not. I really don't care if you're human or canine. You're who I want." Jed laughed softly. "Frankly, when I see all those high-powered couples in the hallways, all big, buff and fooling around, I think they only reason they are mates is because they're hot, they're sexy and they make for a good fuck. But then... it came to me...

"That's not the truth at all. They look shiny and glittery on the inside but inside, they're just in love. They aren't hollow and it isn't all for show. Not like Christmas balls."

"You're using decorative plastic balls as an analogy?" Brandon giggled.

"It's not my analogy."

"Fair enough."

They leaned together, their lips touching once more. Jed couldn't control himself and went in for the kiss, shoving his tongue deep into Brandon's throat and moaning softly as their passion rose. His cock pressed up against his shorts and as his paw left Brandon's hand, he found it resting on the other's crotch, that hot piece of human meat pressing up against his palms.

"Wait," Brandon whispered, pulling away. He adjusted his glasses. "Jed, can you do me a favour?"

"Sure..."

For a second, Brandon didn't say anything. Then...

"Call me 'Ben'."

Jed was taken aback. "A - A - Are you sure...? There's no going back..."

"I'm sure." Brandon squeezed the Rottweiler's paws again. "This isn't just about me, you know. It's about you too. Share the love, right?"

Jed couldn't help but smirk. "Fuck, you're so goddamn beautiful... Ben."

Brandon squirmed slightly in his seat and he took a deep, ragged breath. His school shirt filled up, growing taut against his chest. Jed could see his hard, erect nipples pressing up against his singlet and the thin layer of clothing beneath. Brandon quickly discarded his blazer, tossing it aside. Jed followed suit, throwing aside his shirt and leaving him in nothing but his undergarments.

Brandon curled his arms around Jed's neck. Without needing further urging, Jed carefully lifted Brandon off the wheelchair and lay him down on the makeshift cot consisting of their discarded clothing. As always, he lay himself atop his mate, cradling him in his arms and breathing down his neck.

"Ben..." he moaned softly.

His mate groaned loudly, arching his back. A loud pop-pop-pop filled his ears as each of his buttons jumped from his shirt, giving way to a nice, plump set of pecs and the mountainous abs that lay beneath. Shoulders that had been small bulges tore through the fabric, revealing taut, pink flesh beneath. His biceps ripped right through the arms of his shirt and Jed quickly tore the tattered shards completely aside.

"God..." Brandon whispered softly. "Say it... Say my name..."

Jed leaned forward and kissed his mate's cheek. "Ben..."

Brandon threw his head back and let out a feral cry. His legs found renewed strength as they lengthened and ripped his pants to shreds. Long, thick muscles tore through the school slacks and easily curled around Jed's waist. He kicked off his shoes violently, letting his enormous feet gently massage Jed's juicy, bubble butt. A pulsing rocket was dripping copious amounts of precum into the remnants of his pants, filling the air with his aromatic musk.

Jed couldn't stop himself anymore.

He dove in, muzzle intertwining with his mate's lips. He moaned Ben's name and he felt those soft, human lips slowly twist and lengthen, pushing outwards as fangs took shape and a canine muzzle locked perfectly with his own. A tremendous, diamond-hard chest pressed up against his own, hindered only by the scant fabric of a singlet that seemed to almost disappear underneath the folds of those firm mounds of iron-made-flesh. His claws ripped those pesky shards of clothing away and he greedily ripped off the last bits of clothing that remained on his mate.

At the same time, Ben yanked off Jed's shorts and pressed their hot, joyfully bouncing cocks press against once another.

"One more," Ben begged. "Just... Just one more...!"

"Oh fuck..." Jed groaned, grinding his cock into his mate's.

"Jed... Please... Just one more time...!"

Jed's balls jostled in their sack and he could feel the pressure building and building inside of him. His soft, brown fur rubbed against the growing, golden carpet that quickly spread all over Ben's body. He could feel the muscles filling with new life in his mate's body. Through half-closed, half-dazed eyes, he watched as the veins crawled all over the Labrador's hot, chiselled body. Wherever they went, they filled each muscle with renewed strength.

He watched them roll off Ben's shoulders, giving them more and more size before creeping into his biceps. Ben instinctively tensed, making those veins pop even more. Jed dove at his right bicep, running his tongue along that huge, juicy mound, desperately chasing those bulging veins as they crisscrossed over Ben's forearms, making them wider and just all the more sexy.

When veins rippled over Ben's hands Jed found his tongue intertwining between his fingers before he greedily lunged at his mate's succulent nipples, wrapping his lips loving around the fleshy nubs and suckling them gently. His paws traces the veins as they pulsed into Ben's pecs, pumping more and more mass into them and slowly crawling downwards onto the perfects abs and busting cock.

"Jeeeeeeeed..." Ben moaned.

Jed smiled and wiggled downwards, following the trail of blood vessels until he found that beautiful cock. Even with its human shape, it was still beautiful to him.

As he stared at that huge sausage, mesmerised, his eyes fell down to the heavy sack that was fit to burst.

Christmas balls, he thought with a faint chuckle.

"Ben..." he whispered.

"Aaaaaargh! FUCK!"

Ben arched his back, howling in joy. His cock jerked violently, spewing forth a heavy rain of his seed that splattered all over Jed's face. The Rottweiler eagerly lapped it all up and rushed to plug that fire hose with his muzzle. He drank the salty juices of his mate, eyes rolled back into his head in absolute lust. His entire body shuddered with every spasm that rolled off Ben's titanic form.

He sucked Ben dry and when the last drop left his mate's balls, he pulled his lips away with a faint pop. He licked the mushroom-like head of his mate one last time before crawled back up so that he was nose to nose with the Labrador.

Interestingly, even with the explosion of his orgasm, Ben still had his sunglasses on.

"Can I see them now...?" Jed asked softly. "Your eyes I mean."

Ben's ears folded back slightly. "Ummm..."

Smiling, Jed closed his fingers around Ben's, shivering as the warmth from their touch rippled up his body. "It's okay..." He bent forward and nuzzled Ben tenderly.

"Thanks..." Ben kissed his cheek tenderly. "Hey... What do you want for Christmas?"

Jed thought about that for a moment. Then said, "Corn."

"Corn?"

"Yeah, because I'm going to be corny and say, 'You'."

Ben laughed and gave him a playful shove. "You are terrible."

"Hey, I blame you." He kissed Ben lovingly. "And what about you?"

The Labrador smiled at him. "Still snow. I still want to feel my first snow."

Jed opened his muzzle then abruptly shut it. A big grin crossed his features. "That can be arranged."

"Huh?"

Lesson Nine: Miracles Happen

Brandon sat quietly in his room, hands firmly clasped together in anticipation.

It was nearing midnight on the 24thand Jed had told him they'd see each other again before the end of the day. There was a few loud noises from around the house and he guessed that was his uncle and cousin - Tex and Aaron now, respectively. They weren't that surprised to see that he knew what was happening and that he was willing to go with it but they were a little surprised - or perhaps impatient - when he told them he didn't want anyone to finish the transformation except for Jed.

The Labradors - for he knew they were both Labradors from their scent alone - had been busy together all night. They were mated now, after all. Apparently it happened a lot, father and son ending up as mates. But he didn't mind. Brandon just wanted Jed.

He wanted to be Ben.

He couldn't sleep as he lay in bed, thinking about his mate. And also because Tex and Aaron were quite... frisky that evening. Every part of him was excited to be with Jed once more, to be with him as he was meant to be... as Ben. But as the hours to midnight drew closer, he was growing more and more anxious.

This wasn't some joke that Jed put up just to torment him, was it?

He couldn't take it if it was.

He ran his hands over his legs. They were now thick and muscular and he no longer needed his wheelchair. Sitting on the edge of his bed felt a little strange when he had spent so long in his wheelchair. He wondered what his parents would say when they found out. Though from what he heard from his uncle, the reason he was sent to live with them was because his parents were having marital troubles.

His cock stirred at the idea of having his dad come over. He would definitely enjoy turning his dad. He licked his lips, feeling a little bit of Ben's canine, horndog instincts crawling in. It was definitely welcome.

A knock came to the door.

It sprang open. Since his family had changed, their attitudes had morphed somewhat as well. He couldn't tell who it was now. Not even by their scent.

"Hey champ!"

It was his uncle.

"Hey, Tex."

"Guess who's here!"

Brandon jumped to his feet. "Jed?"

Whump!

He was tackled back onto the bed, a long, wet tongue invading his mouth. A joyous laugh rippled from his throat.

"Did you have to ask?" Jed asked, chuckling.

"What took you so long?" Brandon asked, his cock pressing up against his shorts like an eager puppy to meet its new owner.

"Snow."

He inclined his head to the side. The forecast pushed all snow to at least mid-January. It was going to be a late winter from all respects but a long one. "Snow?"

"Yep. Come on!" Jed exclaimed playfully. He took Brandon's hand and guided him out of his room. Brandon knew the steps through the house and even was he was taken through at a rapid pace, he still knew they were heading to the backyard.

The instant he stepped out onto the grass, he knew something was... odd.

Instead of the soft crunch of grass beneath his feet, he felt his feet fall into something soft, cold and... squishy. He gasped when a touch of cold landed on his nose and that frigid drop turned quickly into moisture. He held out his hand and even with his vision permanently blackened due to his blindness, he could still feel the gentle landings of every snowflake that dropped onto his fingers.

"Snow!" he exclaimed.

Without waiting, he leapt forward and found himself landing softly in a cushiony pile of frozen water. He laughed gleefully, rolling onto his back and making the classical snow angel. Even cold, his heart felt infinitely warm. There was a heavy whump beside him and he felt Jed close his paw around his hand.

"How...?" he asked. "We're not meant to have snow until later in January."

"Snow machine," Jed answered proudly. "Took me a while to find one but wouldn't you know it? Coach Steele knew a guy that had one. I think his name was Sam or something. Took most of the day to get it running and to keep it from melting. Sam did some tweaks on it and it was finally powerful enough to keep the snow around!"

Brandon pulled Jed closer to him, meeting his mate's lips in a loving kiss. "You're the best."

"Merry Christmas, Brandon."

He smiled and pulled Jed over him. "It's Ben."

Their lips intertwined into a passionate kiss, Jed's long tongue diving into Brandon's muzzle. Brandon joyfully suckled on the slick, wet length, moaning softly as he felt the final stages of his transformation creeping into him. The heat from his body built and built, his cock pressing painfully against his shorts. His chest simply swelled with strength and love. His shirt ripped right down the middle, bare flesh pressing up against Jed's bare chest.

He loved how Jed walked around bare chest.

His arms cured around Jed's strong back, barely clearing the mound of his lats. But that didn't last long. He felt the fresh blood and power rolling down his arms, adding more and more length and stretching them further. His fingers crawled over Jed's back until their successfully intertwined and pulled the Rottweiler closed to him. Strength pumped into his biceps, tearing the sleeves of his shirt. He pulled his arm back, marvelling at the sheer strength he felt. A simple flex and the tatters of his shirt fell away.

Jed's wet nose pushed up against his armpit and he groaned when that tongue ran up the hairs there.

"God, you're fucking sexy..." Jed grunted, diving in for another kiss.

Brandon curled his new, muscular arms around his mate's neck, squirming in his shorts as his thighs exploded out of the fabric. He tried wiggling out of them but thankfully, his mate felt his plight and ran his paws down his chest. Warm paws ran down his building chest, each breath pushing those pecs further and further our, defining his abs until they became chiselled and firm. A claw hooked around the waistband of his shorts and pulled the pesky clothes free.

When Jed didn't come back up for a kiss, Brandon wondered... But when that long muzzle wrapped around his cock, he gasped.

"Oooooh..." he moaned, bucking his hips. Jed's long tongue worked wonders around the length of his cock and with each thrust, he could feel the length of his member grow. His cum churned in his balls, stretching them and building them for constant use. They quickly overflowed even as they grew, the fresh seed of his former life pumping up the length of his cock and racing after the growing tip as the mushroom head tapered to a point.

"Wait..." Brandon whispered.

Jed stopped.

"Can... Can I...?"

His next words were cut off by a tender kiss. "You complete me," Jed whispered.

There was a bit of shuffling and then, Brandon - no, it was Ben - felt the tip of his cock pressing up against something tight and hot. A soft whine escaped him as he felt Jed press himself down on his cock. He held his breath as his entire body convulsed, muscles tensing. That first inch brought a joyous 'Yes!' from Jed and Ben let out a relieved sigh. All the muscles in his body suddenly relaxed as he let out his breath, the iron-like cords stretching pushing his skin taut.

Ben felt the tips of his hands starts to itch and he used his growing claws to slowly rake through Jed's soft fur. He gently found purchase in his mate's flesh and slowly began to thrust upwards on some primal, canine instinct. Jed conversely began to push himself down, mirroring his gesture. Every inch of Ben screamed for release, his body quivering all over in barely contained passion.

His toes and feet stretched and expanded like he was taking off a particularly tight pair of socks. His legs grew longer and longer, filled with so much strength that he never imagined possible after spending so long in rehab. Some spark of a jock in him curled his left arm into a fierce flex. He turned towards it, sticking out his tongue for a loving lick. He felt his tongue stretch and flatted, his face quickly chasing it as it grew into a long muzzle.

The scents and smells in the air would have overwhelmed him if he hadn't been so used to it. He could smell his own arousal, smell the distinct... dog smell of it. Most of all, he could smell Jed. He smelled so musky, so manly but just so perfect. His heart swelled as he lovingly kissed the muscles that Jed had given him, almost coming to tears as his face fixated itself completely into a canine shape. His flesh itched where the fur all over his body grew.

He felt Jed's paws roll over his pecs, squeezing the muscle there until they settled around his nipples. There was a tight squeeze and a lustful cry from Ben. He thrust upwards, feeling his growing knot pressing up against the barriers of Jed's ass.

"Oh fuck... Fuck me, Ben! Fuck me!"

Bed grunted, wrapping his arms around Ben's shoulder and pulling his mate down for a long, lustful kiss. He kept thrusting, his speed quickening to a feverish pace as he grew desperate to shove his dick, knot and all straight into his mate and fill Jed with his seed.

A soft whine built in his throat, growing stronger and stronger, building into a triumphant howl. Their bodies were quaking as they rolled around in the snow, wildly thrusting into one another. All the while, their muzzles were interlocked, their breath shared and sweat rolling off their fur to melt the snow around them.

Ben could feel himself reaching the breaking point, his balls howling and churning like a machine bordering on breaking point. His knot was pressing up painfully against Jed's ass, begging for entrance. He pushed with all his might, thrusting hard and feeling the warmth of his mate's ass wrap around half of his bulbous knot.

A sharp bark jumped from his throat, breaking his building howl. His whole body abruptly jolted. His knot popped straight into Jed's ass and a series of spasms rocked his whole body. That could returned, shaking his whole body as it built and built and built. The shudders all hover his body rocked his cock, jostling it inside Jed's ass. His eyes rolled into the back of his head as indescribably pleasure filled every pore, even vein, every juicy muscle of his being.

"OH FUUUUUUCK!"

He arched his back -

And exploded into Jed.

The firehose which was his cock streamed an unstoppable flood of cum straight into his mate's ass. The last vestiges of Brandon Chan's physical limitations left his body and Ben Chase emerged, fully fledged, but with the heart and mind of the brave, strong and a little prideful human.

Ben felt his cum dripping out of Jed's ass just as he felt molten splashes of Jed's own cum splash all over his chest and muzzle. In his half dazed, blurry imagination, he imagined the Rottweiler sitting on top of him, a stupid, lustful gaze on his cute muzzle and partially covered in cum. He licked his own lips, tasting his mate's seed and absolutely loving the jelly-like, salty texture.

He felt Jed's breath against his muzzle just as their noses touched.

"You have beautiful eyes."

Ben blinked a couple of times. He reached for his glasses and realised that in their throes of passion, they had dropped off.

He also realised his eyes were open.

... and he was looking straight into Jed's brown eyes.

"I can see you..." he whispered, his jaw dropping half-open.

Jed blinked in return. "What...?"

"I can see you!" Ben exclaimed, his eyes swivelling left and right. He could see the snow that had melted beneath them. He could see the white mounds that surrounded them. The cum on his big, furry, golden chest and the splashes on Jed's beautiful, sculpted form. The big silver, snow machine remained dormant and he could see the Christmas lights that sparkled all over the neighbourhood. The howls of other couples in the town met his own cry of joy.

"I can see!" he repeated, joyfully. "Jed! I can see!"

Jed's face broke into the most beautiful, dazzling smile that would forever remained unmatched in Ben's imagination. His lips broke open, showing sparkling, pearl-like white teeth. His brown eyes glittered like garnets and it was almost light angels themselves sang when the light glinted off his dark brown fur.

"Oh my god!" Jed exclaimed.

Their lips crashed into one another and for the first time, Ben didn't have to go groping around to hold his mate to himself. He kept his eyes open the entire time, unwilling to let the image of Jed's loving features leave his sight.

It took them an eternity to pull away and both boys were left panting.

"You're so beautiful..." Ben whispered.

"Not as much as you," Jed replied, laughing softly just as tears were rolling from his eyes.

"Why are you crying?"

"Why are you?" he accused with a soft chuckle.

It took a moment for Ben to realise he too was shedding tears of joy. "This is just the best Christmas ever..."

Jed nuzzled him lovingly. "Merry Christmas, Ben."

Before he could reply, however, the softest touch of frost landed on the tip of his sensitive nose. He stared at the stray snowflake cross-eyed. Jed laughed at his expression and licked off the small bit of snow.

Then he got his own flake on his nose.

Both of them stared at each other with wonder.

Then they turned towards the sky...

... and watched the black carpet of a starless sky broken by the dancing crystals of snow.

Ben smiled and turned to his mate. "Merry Christmas, Jed."

And with those words, the two teenage dogs shared a loving kiss as the clouds celebrated their union by gracing them with a white Christmas.

Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays!

Nex Canis