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Disclaimer - While the world my seem insensitive, so dull and seldom bright. Two men both seek to brighten it, upon a wolfish night. If man to beast is not your thing, than consider this a plea: These words may not be here for you, if it scars you, don't blame me. (This is a work of pornographic fiction. Please do not read if it would be illegal for you to do so.)

One of Those Nights

Corbin is a very interesting guy. He doesn't say a whole lot, and might not seem like the most engaging person, but I can guarantee you that there's a whole lot going on under that placid exterior. While he might seem plain, once you get to know him, he's a really deep person who just prefers to keep out of people's faces and focus on his own interests.

As an architect, his house is littered with little model villas, wire rack after wire rack of glue and remarkably specific 1/80th scale objects, not to mention various sticks, dried grass, and leaves that he brings in from outside. Before we met, he never really had any experience living with another person, but he's warmed up to me, and I don't think I could live without him at this point. He's just the perfect solid counterpoint to my own often muddled thoughts.

The steam from the shower pours out from under the door as I wait, naked on the old quilt we put over the bed; it helps him relax and makes the whole process easier. I can smell the scent of pine and cloves from his soap as he scrubs, rubbing over every inch of his skin with his rough loofah before turning off the scalding water with a squeak and stepping out into the bedroom with nothing but fresh pink skin and that calm subtle smile that only he can have.

Corbin usually showers in the morning, but this was one of those nights: The ones that he used to dread; to grit his teeth and curl up on the floor in hope that the morning would eventually come. On nights like these, he can't pace down to the basement to build something or otherwise fight back against his insomnia. However, now the both of us have devised a strategy for just this occasion. He still always seems shy in the bedroom, which amazes me. Corbin in all other respects radiates self-assuredness, but for whatever reason, in the bedroom on nights like these his actions have a certain curious pause that I find adorable. I think he's more worried about me than himself, but he knows that I'm not here to judge him. I love this.

I place my hands against his back, rubbing his warm skin with smooth kneading strokes as I can feel the muscles begin to twinge. His lips peel back and he lets loose a gargling half second growl as his shoulders tense while he hunches over. It is a little painful, I know, but really it's more disorienting; your whole body suddenly twisting and reacting to the world around you in unexpected ways. People seem to think that lycanthropy leads to a loss of self, but it's really more just a confusion of the senses. All the ways that you've relied on your whole life to inform you about the world start bending, warping your reality in the most interesting of ways. That's what changes the way you act more than any kind of "feral instincts."

The soft undercoat of his fur begins to grow in first. I'm careful not to rub it the wrong way as I stroke my fingers through the gray and black as the thicker hairs of the outer coat push through haltingly. Corbin's breath is coming out in pants as his jaw stretches and he grinds his sharpening teeth. I move my hands up and wrap them carefully around his face, feeling his flesh get hot as his skull creaks out and his irises blaze into a luminous yellow. Scratching his chin, I coo reassuring nothings into his ears as they pull up towards the top of his head while his neck cracks and lengthens. If this were any other night he'd probably look up at me with a joking query, but on a night like this his tongue hangs out the side of his mouth, flopping long and flat as I scritch against his furry skin.

With a growl Corbin falls forward onto the bed, hands clenching as his fingers bulge out and his thumbs pull around into a loose dew-claw. I run my hands down his arms gently as they swell with tight sinewy muscle while they crack out and arrange themselves to bear his weight. I get to tease the loose skin of his armpits as he whines out in the sensory overload of the change. I know it doesn't really hurt anymore per say, but it's like suddenly jumping into a starkly cold ocean over the course of about five minutes. Your body just has to take the time to adapt . . .

Corbin's chest is straining, and I can feel his heart beat as his skin becomes loose, twitching this way and that. His heartbeats pulse against my fingers as I stroke his lighter brown belly fur, rubbing past his forming sets of nipples that trail down to either side of his belly. My changing lover shivers a little as I tease them, and his legs tense behind him, pressed taut against the soft quilt on the bed as his thighs shorten while his feet crackle into another length of leg. His toes strain as they sprout dark blunt claws that rip at the ratty quilt as he lets out a muffled howl. It's fine. That's the reason we keep this old one around anyways.

I run a hand all the way up from his straining foot-paws that bulge out with leathery pads, up his tight fuzzy sinewy legs, and then dart below and squeeze gently in between his thighs. Corbin's tongue flops out and his almost complete body writhes as I rub at his tightening balls as silky fur covers them. His member is already retreating underneath my touch, pulsing as a loose sheath of brownish fuzz engulfs the base while the tip slims down into a delicious point that peaks out, throbbing. He whines as I pinch it gently and tease the tip between my fingers.

But I don't take too long there. I don't want to miss my favorite part. His tail is already growing out from behind him, naked for a half a second before plush fur bursts into existence along its twitching length. I pull it up firmly as it cracks out vertebrae by vertebrae, muscles swelling in at the base as my other hand slides up and rubs against his straining pink asshole as it pushes out into its proper shameless canine position, framed by fluffy fur.

I lean in, imbibing the scent of his piney soap along with the animal musk of his new delightfully wolfish form. Rubbing my cheek slowly against his fluffy thigh I press in, breathing deeply once more before opening my lips and licking slowly across his freshly scrubbed tail-hole. Corbin's ears perk up and his body stiffens, writhing as I slip slowly inside of his straining ring of muscle. Holding the tugging base of his tail up, I ravish him with my tongue, making him wheeze out in need. I know what he wants, and I'm more than willing to oblige.

As I draw back, he stand before me with his solid canine body, tail flagging to the side as he looks back panting, pink mouth contrasting with his dark muddled fur and amber eyes. I can see his desire, and I press myself against him, hugging him from behind as my already hard member rubs through his plush fur. His body writhes under me in anticipation as I draw back and line my maleness up with his pink ass, feeling the warm slick flesh strain as I push in gently against it.

Whispering, I tell him just how good of a boy he is as I slide forward. He doesn't even get a chance to give an exasperated growl as his anus is stretched wide and I slide forwards, making him yap out in pleasure as I rock back and press in again, sliding further and further in with every shove as his solid body supports me.

In all the old movies they tell you that getting bit by a werewolf is a curse: That you will spend the rest of your days turning into a beast at the full moon. Sadly it doesn't last quite that long, but at least it doesn't actually require any kind of a bite to take effect. I can feel the changes building as he pants below me, boiling up in the pit of my stomach as his ass clenches around my stiff cock with every wag of his tail.

The changes hit me much faster. Corbin is a kind of catalyst, urging along my inner wolf as I feel the fur race up under my chin. The feeling of our downy pelts rubbing together is electric, especially as my chest and belly gain their own vestigial teats that rub tortuously against him. Clacking together, my jaws gnash at the air as my teeth stretch out and my lips darken and thin as I rub my lengthening tongue over my sharpening canines. My whole world becomes focused around my nose as it turns up and darkens, becoming wet and leathery as I can smell both of our lupine scents suffusing the room as my hips continue to ram into him with increasing abandon while he pants out and rocks back into me.

Creaking and rearranging themselves with straining muscular tugs, my arms and legs pull, stretch, and condense as the changes reach my hands and feet. I love the feeling of my hands pulling back into blunt strong paws as my fingers sprout their dark claws, and my legs tear into the cheap bedding as they strain back, pushing my hips forward into those hot confines as my clenched testes bump against his own even as they are nestled in a coat of soft light fur. As my legs finish changing, I scrape against his calves with my rear claws desirously as I shift my weight, hopping slowly from paw to paw as my tail stretches out and my ass tugs this way and that with its happy frenetic wagging.

My front paws clench in below him, rubbing against either side of his sheath with clumsy fervor as his own crimson rod begins to press out from its soft jostling home. Corbin's balmy passage writhes tighter as my cock begins to twist and change, tip slimming down as the base starts to bulge out, stretching his anus taut as we are locked together and my thrusting begins to jerk him back and forth. I stretch my neck forward and clamp down on his tough loose masculine scented neck ruff with my jaws, pulling my body forwards as we strain together, his own knot slowly inflating between my paw's ministrations.

Waving, my tail stands straight up and my hackles rise as a boiling seething sensation builds in my clenched lupine testes. We both yowl out as my member arcs upwards and begins to launch pressured salvos of hot male essence into him while my tongue lolls out and my paws clench just below his knot. Corbin's ears perk up as I tug back at his ruff and his anus jerks while his tail flicks against my side. I feel every gut wrenching contraction as his member jerks out thick ropes of gleaming white wolf seed onto the bed below us, making his ass clench in with halting bursts of inhumanly tight pressure.

We both slam into each other, howling out in bliss as I fill him with liquid hot gouts of seed while he wriggles and clenches under me, our thick furred bodies scraping together as my testes clench against his own. Our backs bend up and our tongues loll out in pleasure as we settle into the delicious sustained afterglow, punctuated by an occasional jolt from my cock still lodged firmly inside of him.

I nibble at his ears affectionately before sliding off of him and turning so that we are tail to tail, my own balls nestled against the wagging base of his brushy flag as my knot holds us together. Minutes fly by as we revel in the scent and sensations of each other's affection in our own perfect little lupine microcosm.

Eventually I strain forward, and his exhausted ass stretches as my knot slides slowly out of him with a squelch. We help each other clean up, tongues lapping carefully at the viscous musk before we pad downstairs towards the doggy door that I convinced him to install last year. Slipping out into the chill air of the moon lit night, we pant and play like puppies, dashing through the crisp autumn leaves as we investigate the completely new world around us.

Corbin may have learned to keep who he is hidden in public, but when we are together out here under the starry sky, we have no secrets from each other. I am his as much as he is mine, and both of us would never have it any other way.