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The neighborhood became much more illuminated by the full moon as time passed, the parade of trailing clouds that traveled across the sky breaking apart and thinning as their attempts to cloak the shimmering orb swiftly failed seconds later; the moon's silver light beaming over the earth far more intensely than one would ever believe. Perhaps it was simply Peter's feral eyes reacting to its mystifying glow, seeing the world in a different perspective through the nocturnal gaze of a wolf; that seemed to make everything around him brighter and vibrant. This animal vision also proved to rile his alert and exhilaration, constantly in awe at how his world felt brand new and exciting while cautious to any sudden changes in the environment that could be threatening. Adjusting to this new perspective as the changes progressed was head splitting at first, but his mind and primal instincts gradually caught up with his anxiety becoming adaptive and accustomed to this vision, astounded to why humans lost or gave up such a unique sense.

So strange Peter thought as he peered around the corners of the intersection he and Valerie were approaching, looking out for said suspicious threats. These aren't my eyes and yet they are. It almost feels like I'm hallucinating again like before, but deep down I know this is happening for real. I'm turning into a wolf; a feral instinctual carnivorous wild animal. And...I like it. I want to be wolf completely. I'm ready to shed my humanity and escape into the wild with Valerie; not afraid of looking back and feel regret. It feels natural...right.

_ _ Peter paused at the corner of the street as his attention to his surroundings faltered; lost in his thoughts for the moment as he observed himself, his body. Naked; their clothes having been discarded a few blocks back during a very heated intimate moment, Peter acknowledged that his human form was steadily disappearing. Most of his figure remained human, yet his upper body was now hunched and narrower with the lengthening of his spine and barreling of his ribcage preparing his eventually transition from human biped to animal quadruped. His hands resembled forepaws now, nearly furry with blackened claw tips and rough dark pads under his fingers and palms; his thumbs retaining its opposable function...at least for now. His feet on the other hand were completely hindpaws, larger in shape to match his current size. More than half his skin broke out with the growth of soft and warm brown fur, what skin still visible growing uncomfortably hot and itchy eager to sprout and blanket. He had a tail; a fully grown thick lupine tail wagging and curling expressing his emotions as they came. Even his gender specific region had conformed to his beastly side, a rather swollen canine wolfhood unprotected by its furry sheath locked in a premature erection yearning for the humid dwellings of his equally horny mate's heat.

So close...more wolf than human. Want...to change. Be...Wolf...

Despite his thoughts agreeing with the physical and mental metamorphosis he was undergoing, something from what part of his humanity lingered stirring up a hidden guilt. The Peter he remembered would have never wished for anything like this; he should be mortified and frightened to his very core that he was turning into a primal lust-filled animal stripped of any rational and moral decisions. He knew that deep down his behavior (along with his body) was being influenced by what was in that Wolvesbane weed Peter, Valerie, and the others had smoked. All of Valerie's philosophical outlook on how they were meant to be wolves; it was all garbage the drug made her say convincing the both of them that wolves are what they are and always have been, some kind of hypnotic way of making them believe what they were turning into was natural.

And yet; Peter was eating the suggestions up as much as Valerie did. Something about submitting to these facts; that they were born to be instinctual animals that desired and took pleasure in nothing more than hunting and roaming and mating, that they didn't need to have material possessions or media entertainment or money to survive and be content just clicked. The deeper he fell into these suggestive truths the easier it was becoming to accept his fate. Maybe being a wolf won't be so bad. Peter already felt more powerful and graceful in his current state, eager to change completely and rid himself of his frail human appearance. His friends have already submitted to their changes by now, knowing his pack would be waiting for him; a family hunting and surviving together in the wilderness. And then there was Valerie, his shewolf and mate...

"You look invested, stud."

Peter fixed his observing gaze onto Valerie; out in front looking back curiously as she pondered what he must be thinking. Marking his feral gaze upon her rekindled his infatuated excitement and lingering lust, tongue falling from his mouth back into its heavy panting as he voraciously gazed upon his shewolf. Valerie was in the same stages of their transformation as Peter, baring snow white fur to match her platinum hair. The only difference was the noticeable human curves she still retained, her slender voluptuous body unhindered by the tone of muscle and changes to her shape as she too became more and more wolf. In fact, the fantasy of seeing Valerie in her true form is what fueled his lust the most, believing the sensation of their mating would be the most intense once they were wolves. Imagining mounting his needy shewolf, their sexes entwined and clasped becoming knotted, the love bite he would share when climax approached, and the moment when he gave his potent seed to his love howling together; Peter couldn't wait to finally consummate his primal love for his shewolf. And from the look of her eyes; the grin over her blackened lips, she was eager to mate as well.

"Everything...pretty," muffled words growled from Peter, sounding his frustration to speak coherently when his primal mind began lacking the intelligence of sophisticated words, along with being undoubtedly distracted and bothered by his throbbing loins screaming mount his mate, if not feel her wet tongue caress his flesh like before. "Strange...seeing world like this. Pretty...but bad."

Valerie whined softly as she walked up to Peter, rubbing her face against his furry cheeks nuzzling soothingly. "It's too hard here," she whispered in Peter's wolfish ears. "Unnatural lights, concrete paths, unearthly noises and smells; these are not what mother nature provides. Our home is the wild; the tall trees and meadows, clear lakes and streams, creatures more tame and worth our time hunting...even the bigger ones. We don't belong here anymore; we never did. We will leave here soon, return home to the wild and live our lives blissfully like the wolves we are."

"Home," Peter whined, images of a house and two humans briefly flashing in his head before it washed away with the serene portrait of the woods and streams Valerie depicted, smiling as he longed to be there now.

"That's right, Peter," Valerie cooed, licking his ear. "Our home."

The calming sensual exchange was interrupted by the sound of sirens, actually several blocks behind them but their heightened sense of hearing could make out the sounds approaching the intersection they stood along. Peter turned his head towards the direction of the sirens, flashing colorful lights becoming visible as the vehicle it belonged to drew closer to its end of the street.

Valerie barked stealing back Peter's attention, watching her dash across the other end of the street they were turning onto before following hastily. A large rectangular cut hedge ran along the yard of one house, the best cover the two wolves could acquire as they leapt above the shrubby and crawled onto their bellies laying low. Ears erect and alert, they listened to the sirens blaring towards the intersection, the colorful red and blue lights of a police car racing past without stopping continuing down their predestined path.

Peter's rationally made a short return contemplating his suspicious for the police car's sudden appearance. He and Valerie had given into their baser urges less than an hour ago, their need to strip to their flesh and let what progress to their metamorphosis occur enough to wane their resistance to copulating with one another. They only got as far as servicing their needs orally, interrupted before they could achieve personal release by the howls of their packmates calling out to them, along with a cranky middle-aged resident becoming irate and catching the two in the act stimulating each other on his lawn. They had left their clothes behind, their wallets and any I.D. attached to their apparel. The authorities could be looking for them, ideally imagining two naked youths strolling the neighborhood embarrassed in their spontaneous sexual appetites. It would only be a matter of time before the cops begin an investigation into all this.

And this thought is what made Peter worried; why his humanity reared its face this moment. He imagined the cops would contact his parents first and ask them about his whereabouts. He told them he would be hanging with his friend Danny, but neglected to mention visiting Don due to never telling them about him, afraid to bring up his past criminal record despite how low-brow and harmless his convictions were...or that he smoked pot which, to his parents, would be less tolerable. They would contact Danny's folks then leading them to track his car which would inevitable lead them to Don's house.

Peter remained frozen on the lawn looking down upon the grass, that lingering guilt crawling up his throat. It would have been embarrassing enough if his parents only found out about him making out with Valerie in public; he was willing to deal with that in front of his folks. But the thought of them discovering he occasionally smoked marijuana; the occasionally part wouldn't be enough to quell the disappointment in his parent's eyes. The trust he had with them would be tarnished and shattered; the shame would be immense. Even if he tried to argue that marijuana had not turned him into a crook or a psychopath or lazy good-for-nothin' like the media conveyed his parents wouldn't care or even approve. And then there was the fact weed was turning him into an animal; what sort of reaction would his parents have if he saw him as a wolf whimpering for forgiveness?

Peter's distressing whines caught Valerie's concerning gaze, pulled away from the nightmarish contemplation as his mind became easily soothed and distracted by his mate's affectionate brushes with her body against his side.

"What's wrong, stud?" Valerie softly murmured, pressing her leathery nose against Peter's sweetly.

"Is this right?" Peter muttered closing his eyes as the primal fever in his mind remained silent for the time being, allowing him to collect his thoughts more easily as if the wolf gave him a moment of reprieve.

Valerie stared at her mate curiously, hunching over Peter as she sat on her knees and hindpaws gathering Peter onto his. "What do you mean?" she asked innocently, the two gazing into each other's lupine eyes intimately, Valerie wrapping her arms behind Peter's shoulders as she pressed her body against his nuzzling lovingly to help ease what worry ailed her mate.

"This," Peter moaned, reluctantly prying Valerie's affectionate nuzzling away, wanting a serious conversation while his mind was free from his inner wolf's influence.

Valerie's eyes fluttered puzzlingly, her expression melancholy as she scanned Peter for a deeper answer. "You...you don't like me?" she whimpered, her feral eyes widened much like the characteristic of sad puppy dog eyes.

"I like you," Peter quickly responded, leaning forward and nuzzling his face against her soft furry cheeks to reassure her. "God; you don't know how much I like you Valerie. You're sweet and wild, beautiful and radiant. I've never meet anyone quite like you...enough that I hope you really want to be with a guy like me."

Valerie blushed, smiling bashfully by Peter's flattery as she clung back onto her mate, her body growing hotter as her needs for intimacy grew profound nearly knocking Peter back against the grass. She took a dominant role as she lunged onto Peter's lap, whining pleasantly as she raked her claws gently over his hairy shoulders and chest, teasing him with the invitation to penetrate her as she rocked her hips against her mate's.

"Valerie," Peter huffed, letting out a low growl as his arousal stricken him briefly, fighting back the primal urge to take control of their position and mount Valerie; to give in to their animal desires. He clenched his fangs and whined focusing on what he needed to say before the wolf could reemerge and what was left of his humanity slipped away. "We're not wolves. The drug...it's turning us into animals. We need to fight it...or...we may never be human again. We can't..give in..."

A sharp pain ran across Peter's chest, snarling wildly instead of crying out in his human voice as Valerie's fangs snapped at his face. Her eyes beamed with ferocity, apparently displeased with what Peter had to say. Her mouth left agape, angry growls bellowed as she flashed her fangs preparing to attack Peter.

His own eyes glared the same way; his inner wolf taking back control as Peter sprung flipping Valerie onto her back, pinning her arms down as he sat upon her waist and looked down with a fierce wild gaze, snarling as he displayed his dominance upon the insolent shewolf. They exchanged heated growls as they stared deeply into each other's lupine eyes waiting for one another to attempt to make a move.

To Peter's surprise; Valerie's aggression shifted to joyful exhilaration, feeling her legs and hindpaws cross around his legs entrapping him; his confusion to her sudden mood swing allowing her to slip her forepaws from his grasp and massage his arms. His aggression quelled as his shewolf displayed her intimacy for her mate once more, now left with confusion over what had just transpired.

"How does it feel to be dominant, my mate?" Valerie cooed, her forepaws working down to Peter's thighs pulling his pelvis closer to her lap, feeling the heat of his loins brush against hers. "Did it feel right to react that way? Does it feel right what you want to do to me now?"

Peter huffed and puffed before falling back into an excited pant, sniffing Valerie's furry chest and neck being reminded of nothing more than how intoxicating she smelled. He felt his mate's tongue trail up his forehead looking back up to a cheerful shewolf smiling, her golden eyes glistening as she leaned forward and kissed his brow.

"Don't you feel more like yourself?" Valerie continued, nuzzling nose to nose. "You keep struggling with what you know with what you've been told when you should only have to listen to your heart. You don't fit in among humans, don't you? You never did. Neither do I. We just couldn't understand why until now. Well...I knew why once before. But you just understand it now, the wolf that humanity locked away inside propagating that it's wrong to be one. But you can't fight your true nature, and you shouldn't be ashamed of it. We are wolves, and we should be jubilant to be set free tonight."

Like before; Valerie's influential words sunk in to Peter's primal mind easily agreeing, or finally believing, her philosophy. The question of whether their freak transformation and tempting instincts and desires were right, or what his family or others would think of him as a wolf became less concerning as he slowly once again accepted his fate. None of his internal arguments over his humanity and animal nature would matter anyone anyways once he fully became wolf, something that was becoming quite impending.

So why continue to fight his fate?

Distressing whines sounded from Valerie stealing Peter away from his thoughts once more, his contemplation further obscured as he let out a gruff moan followed by his excited panting, his shewolf's hips grinding against his erection. Valerie's whines were cries of desperation as she provoked her mate to react accordingly, prolonging their need to mate long enough. Her pheromones were overpowering, making it difficult for Peter to hold back despite his yearning to plunge himself into his horny shewolf.

"Be my stud, Peter," Valerie moaned, letting out a short quiet howl growling pleadingly after. "Make me yours, and set us free."

Her human forepaws cupped over Peter's furry behind groping his fur and flesh as she attempted to guide him into her stirring need. Peter could no longer think or rationalize as all that burned in his brain now as "sex" and "mate", shifting his body as he rocked his pelvis against her, rubbing his canine phallus against her sensitive pussy until the exquisite moment came. The wolfish couple gasped and moaned as Peter entered Valerie, finally becoming one as they paused tensely relishing in the sensation of their swollen flesh intersecting.

So good...mate...mate!

"Fuck me, Peter!" Valerie growled, moaning deeply as her forepaws returned to his shoulders caressing her mate passionately. "Make me yours; mate!"

Letting out a exhilarating growl; Peter began his work to pleasure him and his shewolf pumping vigorously into Valerie's temple. The carnal sensation was more intense than he ever remembered mating with the other women in his past; save the two that Valerie theorized had their own inner shewolves to be set free. Yet even still, something about his copulation with Valerie was already different. He immensely enjoyed the sexual gratification of deflowering his horny mate much like any other dog would, but the gratification felt accomplished; complete. His climax would end with the life-changing fact that Valerie was the one he wanted to be with; to stay and never let go of, and to never let any other dog have. It was too early to conceive, but Peter could just feel that he would never feel as satisfied with another shewolf as he would Valerie.

Was that why Peter was instantly attracted to Valerie even before they smoked from the Wolvesbane? Was this why she fawned over him the most, wishing he would be her mate?

These questions were thrilling to consider, if not difficult to focus upon. The rise of Peter's sexual orgasm was matched with the familiar and oddly welcoming discomfort of pressure and swelling riddling his body, especially over his face. His eyes lit up when he surmised what the feeling was, anxiously awaiting what was to come as he continued to steadily pump his being into his shewolf. His panting muffled strained growls and soft howls as bone and muscle altered his mouth and nose, feeling his upper lip and jaw cracking and extending; pushing out as it slowly began to form an animal muzzle. Pressure swelled in his skull as he felt his forehead starting to slant and flattened; his mind a fever as his human thoughts once more faded.

Wolf...wolf...I wolf. Love shewolf...mate. Mine...

Barking echoed around the yard, but it was coming from neither Peter nor Valerie. Ears high; Peter turned his head around catching a stray dog spying on the fornicating wolves, barking aggressively. Infuriated; Peter mashed his fangs and snarled threatening the mutt to buzz off lest it wanted to feel his teeth around its throat. The wayward stray appeared unflinching growling back courageously. A second string of snarling emanated, Peter finding his mate rising to her elbows baring her fangs, equally irritated. Her face viewed the same alterations that had occurred upon his; a short lupine muzzle aching to protrude longer to its full length and a flatter forehead, her white fur covering every inch of her pale skin.

"Fuck off!" Valerie barked; her voice deep and animalistic as she snarled wildly back. The peeping mutt was caught off guard, apparently spooked by the fierce animal's attempt at harsh human speech. It finally scampered away whimpering, leaving the two wolves alone once more at peace.

Peter let out another snarl, making sure the mutt heard him; a warning to not come back. There would be no more distractions keeping him from consummating his love with his mate.

"Relax," Peter heard Valerie say, her voice while still animalistic returning to its sweet tone, feeling her forepaw caress his thick mane of fur over his neck. He whined pleasantly as he turned his attention back to his shewolf, her feral eyes glowing brilliantly with eager anticipation to resume their primal love making. "The dog smelled my pheromones; heard our cries. Dog not wolf, but male still male. Wanted me to slate his arousal. But I'm yours. Mutt needed to know this."

Peter growled fiercely, yet softly to his shewolf, wanting to assure his dominance and commitment to his adoring mate. Valerie understood it, whining elatedly as she brought her forepaws back over his shoulders and pulled Peter closer, licking his unfinished fleshy muzzle.

"I know you're strong; picked good stud. I know you like me; you want me. Want you too. Mate with me, stud. Set us free."

Valerie's legs tucked closer in, nudging Peter's pelvis against her; forcing his quivering loins to dwell back deep and stir his motor up again. An extra push came as the two leaned their faces into each other and kissed, a human trait that seemed to survive in their mental transformations; Peter ravenously nibbling Valerie's blackened lips and lashing their tongues in a waltz as he gradually began to thrust back into her. The two howled softly in pleasure as the sexual thrill of their copulation reignited, Peter's pace quickening for the gratifying release he sought.

The moment was coming; he could feel his wolfhood swelling even more than before inside of his mate, Valerie's walls tightening in response. This was what was known as "knotting", a tie that now bound the two wolves together until the deed was done. Humans didn't experience this; it was a wolf sensation that locked the paring mates until they were done, providing a better chance that his potent seed would reach his shewolf's womb and bare pups. It was almost painful, and yet the knotting added to the sexual thrill. There was no going back...and Peter had no intentions of stopping.

Mate. Fill shewolf. Bear who strong pups. Mate.

_ _ "What's wrong, Demeter? Why are crying?"

Just as the knot grew its tightest aching Peter to want to hump madly into his mate, a new voice suddenly echoed beyond the rectangular hedge he and Valerie hid behind; a new distraction hindering his progress to fulfill his lust and his mate's cravings. Valerie caught wind of the voice as well, raising her head to listen carefully. The sound of footsteps hurrying across the street tapped loudly towards their position.

"Is someone there?" the voice cried a feminine tone of someone young and skinny. "I can hear you grunting back there. I'm gonna call the cops if you don't buzz off right now, you hear me?"

Arrogant woman Peter thought angrily, snarling as his rage began to take over. No more distractions. I want to be alone with my mate. I need to mate. Bitch!

Peter had it up to here with the annoyances prolonging his intimate moment with his shewolf, taking measures into his own hands (or paws) as he pried himself away from his mate. The two yelped in discomfort from breaking their tie, but the pain was fleeting compared to the frustration they both felt of being interrupted and bothered. Valerie joined her love as they stepped out from behind the hedge revealing themselves to what turned out to be a tall and lanky young woman in bright purple sweat shirt and pants, her hair covered in braids.

"Oh my god," the lanky woman gasped silently as she covered her mouth, stumbling back before hitting the curb and dropping to her rear as she stared in horror of the two large humanoid wolves approaching her with vicious intent. She began to mutter swears and prays to herself, finding it troubling to make a move without knowing if the two beasts snarling at her would attack from any sudden movements.

As Peter drew closer to the timid and frightened woman, the dog rushed to his master's side and began to bark wildly to scare off the wolves. Peter stood his ground, flashing his fangs showing he was not going to let some mutt scare him off or keep him from showing this human the fallacy of getting in the mating couple's way.

Before Peter could make his lunge to snap at the dog's neck, Valerie intervened nuzzling her mate's neck to snatch his attention. Winning so, Valerie whined as she nodded past Peter to the right of the street. Looking in said direction, Peter discovered that another homeowner had stepped out of his house to witness the commotion, awestricken and petrified at the same time. Shortly after; Peter's ears detected the sound of door closing and a quiet gasp, turning to his left to see the lanky woman's neighbor stunned leaning over the porch's railing to get a better view of the bewildering mortifying sight.

Seeing these people so shocked and frightened at his appearance and rage; Peter suddenly began to feel a ting of regret and shame. Whimpering, he began to back away with a sheepish expression upon his inhuman face. Valerie watched her mate cringe, snarling back to the on-lookers and the lanky woman as brushed past her mate barking for Peter to follow as she raced towards the intersection they had come from. Peter glanced back to the braided woman briefly, feral eyes displaying sadness before he finally fled and joined his mate, ashamed for what he nearly did to that innocent woman and her dog; ashamed at what Valerie must think of him now as a coward.