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Well, were do I begin. I could tell you how I got to being in this position in the first place. Or I could cut it short but where would the fun be in that?

I guess I should start with my name, Lorn. I am not your average human at all. I am a werewolf. Some people think cute and fuzzy. Lots of fur and of course claws, fangs and the bloodlust that comes with it. They are incredibly wrong. You are always in control. You have the incredible healing abilities of those werewolves in mythology. Plus you look more human than wolf. You do have some tell-tale traits though.

For example, my eyes have changed color. They are now a misty green and brown mixed in with blood red. Sign of a beta werewolf in the pack, but not the beta that most people think, second in command of the pack. Most people associate beta's as being the alpha's bitch. Oh how wrong you are. Us beta's are as strong if not equal to an alpha, with less authority.

Oops, side tracked. In the middle of describing the tell-tale characteristics of what makes me a werewolf. The ears, ugh now those are a dead giveaway that I am definitely part animal of some kind, if you are seeing me from a distance. Up close you can tell it is some sort of dog's ear but with greyish fur lining the outside. Inside is the usual fleshy pink skin. Naturally, my hearing is greater than everybody else's.

I am not on all fours like a wolf is, I stand on two feet. That are of course clawed at the end but everything else is human. Except for one part, which I will describe later.

The last thing that gives it away that I am a werewolf is the tail. Oh god this thing is annoying at times. Sometimes I can't sit down on a chair if there is no hole near the lower back part. No hole means the inability to sit down.

So that is me described in a nutshell. Now on to the proper story of my life so far. I am still yet to find love. The one person who can make me happy and the pack I ultimately ended up in.

There was a brand new gay club in town and I wanted to see if it brought any new people. I was tired of the old places. No one new showed up at the old clubs I usually visit. Club dead I called one of them instead of Club LED. Same people are always there and if you are not part of their inner circles. You were either new and a shiny new toy, or you were simply an outcast that was not going to fit in. Most of them were drama-queens and gossip guys anyways.

This new club, The Howl sounded like a new and happening place. The advertisement in the paper and the text I got from a friend of mine saying it was open for business, made me excited to see what it had to offer. He was not available to come tonight so I had to go on my own. This new club was on the other side of the city, so naturally it should have new people in it.

I have my types like everyone else. I like my guys on the wild side. Buffed at least, work out is priority does not have to be muscled to the max. If anything massive muscles are a turn off. A massive bonus is if that person has a caring side as well as a domineering side, only in bed.

But my actual appearance? HA! I think most of those that go to the gym wouldn't even look twice at a scrawny runt of a human. I know being five foot and nine inch is not that tall, but my grandmother always told me, "Big things come in small packages". Which always made me happy. As for build, I worked out but never seemed to put on any muscle. I read dietary magazines, websites, took some supplements, protein powder, you know the usual stuff you do when you are seriously committed in making your body look great.

Three years I have been at it going to the gym every day. Taking tips from other guys in the gym, professional trainers and of course other professionals. Needless to say, no growth. I do have amazing strength though, which is a bonus. Just the other day, my neighbor, bless her, was having some gardening problems. She wanted a tree removed from her front yard and being the caring neighbor I helped her. She was over sixty and had no way to do it herself. So as I was removing it, I was caring logs that would require two men to carry and I was carrying it like it was nothing.

Anyways, I digress. I caught the bus to the other side of the city. As I was walking from the bus stop I saw the club coming up. It was not a gaudy looking club either unlike Club LED. It actually spilled out on to the street. Much like a café a la carte. But there was no music, which upset me because I love to dance with the guys and this type of thing was new to me. I was proven wrong. This was the area that most of the couples would be seated at tables having an after dance drink coffee together to chat. It was nice to see.

The main sign was light up by neon lights. It was not to gaudy but enough to let people know it was a gay club. A rumor was already going around town that the owners did not discriminate against anyone. So when I saw that the couples at the front of the club weren't all just gay people but also mixed in where boyfriend/girlfriends with their respective opposite gender, it made my heart sore. What also made me happy was that there were furries around and of course mixed in with humans. No discrimination was present.

The bouncer to the club though, was a big muscled shark-morph, would take a guess that he worked out in his spare time. Eight feet tall and I dare say a good four feet across at the shoulders, grey skin, and a huge dorsal fin and of course steel blue eyes. He wore the usual bouncer outfit of black t-shirt, which hugged his body, and emblazoned in white the word security, black shades, the ear piece you see in most of those cop movies. But what struck me was that he wore only jeans and no shoes. This was out of uniform conduct I expected but a quick research on my phone showed otherwise. Furries did not have to wear shoes with the uniform as most of the world's species that became bipedal had digit-graded feet and shoes just made it harder to walk for some of them.

As I approached the clubs main entrance to the dance floor, the bouncer asked for my ID. Which I gave to him. He raised an eyebrow and looked at me. I am 26 years old but I could be mistaken for 19 years old. My parents had good genes. My dad at aged 50 looked like he was in his early 30's, so I guess that was a plus for me. I don't have anything to do with my parents anymore. My father new I was gay and so he still talks to me every now and then. I know he is ok with it because he does it on the sly. My mother on the other hand, oh boy. She said she had no son. Right before she said that no son of hers would lie with another man at all, that it was not the will of the gods at all.

That hurt me a lot when I was younger. That was eight years ago to the day that I told them I was gay. Eight whole years of happiness in my eyes. I had the freedom to do what I would like to do. That is sleep with guys that made me happy if the occasion came along or to go out and enjoy the world. Oh man it was bliss. My parents were manipulative and controlling during my late teenage years. It drove me insane almost to the point of depression.

Right now though, I was about to entire the club as the bouncer had let me go through. The music that came out once the door opened made me feel excited for this new club. As I walked in the first sight I saw was the bar. There were a lot of people hanging around waiting for odrinks. Some were already making out and grinding against each other. Furries and humans mixed in together not caring who touched who. We were all there for the same thing. Sex, dance and alcohol. The music was playing and it was all the latest hits. The DJ up on stage was a cute little otter. Probably no more than five feet tall and wore a black hoody, headphones of some brand that I could not make out and of course he had shades on.

I spotted some stairs and decided to head up them but to do that I had to wade through the crowd to get to them. I brushed past a lot of people to get to them. Some of them were really good looking and I thought about stopping to see if they wanted to dance but I was not intoxicated yet and I wanted to have a few drinks and scope out the place befor I got intimate with anyone.

After what felt like hours, I managed to get to the stairs. So I went up the stairs and I saw what was above the bar. Alcoves for couples to sit in, kissing each other, talking and drink. First booth I saw was a male human and a male rhino mashing lips together while their hands roamed over each other's body. The rhino was obviously supporting some wood, noted by the tent in his pants. The rhino also looked as if he worked out as well. Biceps bulging with every upward stroke over the human. The rhino was much larger than the human, around two feet taller than the human. These two were obviously new faces here which was a good start to my night. The rhino wore a simple pair of jeans and tank top, while the human had an unbutton shirt on, smooth skin showing, nicely toned as well, jeans and a pair of kicks. I looked away from them to the next booth

This one had two kitsunes mashing lips together, cocktails in hand. One was wearing a pretty pink one piece dress which was low cut and came to above her knees. I could see some lace blue panties underneath. The pink dress vixen was very busty, would take a guess she would be double C's. The other kitsune wore a nice white top with a blue mini-skirt. Her tail was different to the rest of her fur though, while the pink dress kitsune was all red fur, this kitsune was brown fur with black tail.

Looking away I saw that this area also had bar stools set around tall tables. Many of these were filled with patrons. Some of them were all guys holding bears and laugh. On table in particular was cheering on the two kitsune's in the booth. While another table was watching the rhino and human with sheer curiosity on their faces. I was curious too. Who was going to be the one to take it, the rhino or human? Who knows? But it was obvious that the human may not be able to handle the rhino's massive member.

I moved around scoping out all the hot guys that were there. Some took my fantasy while others just did not interest me one bit. After a while I decided to get a drink from the bar. It took ages as the line was long. But what struck me was the carrel styled sections that lead up to the bar, which of course made it easy to get your drinks and go without spilling them.

It was my turn next after about two songs that went for about ten minutes or so it felt like. The bartender for my carrel was an oxen. Tall but had a bit of a gut on him. He wasn't muscled but he definitely looked like he could hold his own in a fight.

"What will it be?" He yelled over the top of the music.

"Rum and Coke please. No ice." I gave him my order and waited patiently.

I received my first drink of the night. It was exactly what I ordered and it hit the spot. After a long hard week of being slaved to death by my boss at work. I needed a drink and dance to help me forget the week.

My boss was a dick all week and he grinded my ass, not in the literal sense, for a proposal document to be typed up and ready on his desk by the end of the week. He also wanted me to sit in on meetings, client consultation sessions and a visit to the business site, which took up most of the day, so I did not have enough time to do any research or type up the proposal. I still got it typed up, I am expecting to be hauled into his office on Monday and be told off for a shitty job. But that is what you expect from a bear-morph.

Anyways, I am at the club having a blast. Who cares about work this was my fun time. My time to find someone who I could get it on with and have some fun. I was out hunting for a potential one night stand, what I did not expect at this time, an alpha werewolf was looking to start his pack.

As I made my way around the inside of the club, going to and from the bar ordering my drinks and looking for a hot looking guy. I spotted something out of the corner of my eye in a corner of the club. This one guy was standing in the corner brooding. Staring straight at me. It made me feel a little uncomfortable. It wasn't his body or pose, something just did not feel right. He looked hot, worked out, well defined and of course looked to be well over six feet tall. I just didn't feel like he was my type though.

I decided I would head home as there really wasn't anyone who took my fancy. Most of them were there with partners or even friends. I made my way to the main entrance and walked out. The bouncer gave me a wink and a smile. I smiled back and started walking down the road towards the taxi stand. No taxi's where there. I pulled out my phone and call for one when I heard a noise behind me. I turned around and saw a couple of guys in hooded jackets walking down the road. I was scared out of my mind at this point. I decided that I would be better to go back to the club for safety and genuinely find someone to go home with.

Got back to the club and the bouncer saw me and smiled. This time he spoke.

"Couldn't stay away, huh?" he said in a deep voice. It shocked me as when he let me in before, he just pointed at the door and stood aside.

"Yeah I couldn't stay away. There is a guy in there for me." I told him. "Or maybe you could satisfy me?"

He chuckled, shook his head and signaled for me to go in. This time there were more people on the dance floor. I went to the dance floor and started dancing on my own. Sad as that seems I felt safe amongst people. Then out there with no taxis or way to get home safely.

Then I felt a hand on my hip. Looking back it was the guy I saw in the corner of the room. Upon closer inspection, this guy was pretty much what I expected in a guy that what was hot. He had a rugged look to him, almost animal like. He had a beard much like those guys back in the really old times mutton chops, not so thick but not so much hair that it was bad. I could still see his jaw line which was a major turn on. It was strong and looked handsome. He had black shoulder length hair that stood up at the back like a Mohawk, still made him look cool. He definitely worked out, his biceps were bigger than my two arms combined. He would be about two and a half feet across the shoulders and would be about six foot five. He wore a blank tank top and genes with sneakers. He couldn't be older than twenty six or so. The most notable thing was though, his eyes, ears and a tail. He had blood red eyes, wolf like ears and of course a grey tail that came down to just blow his knees.

I felt safe somehow in these arms as we danced. Then he smiled. His mouth had massive canines. I knew what he was when I saw that smile, a werewolf. My heart skipped a few beats and I felt like running away. However, those hands that held me wasn't of malice but of gentleness and caring. He held me like I would break into pieces without his embrace. It was not to strong but it was enough to keep me.

We danced for a while together. It felt different to most of the guys that I danced with. My body was reacting as though he was the world. Or was that pheromones he was using since he got a hold of me? That I would never know. He grabbed my hand and walked me outside to the front area.

The bouncer gave me a thumbs up and smiled then his jaw dropped as he saw who I was with. This werewolf and I found a corner to sit in. Out here I could see him in better lighting and my god he was handsome. Every feature seem to be accentuated by the light and made him even more handsome than he was inside the club.

"My name is Jarg Howl and I have no doubt you can see I am a werewolf." Jarg spoke. It sounded like a growl but it was just deep. "Well, don't stand there, come sit next to me and tell me your name."

I was hesitant to do so at first but I did anyways. I sat down next to him on his left side. He snaked a hand around my waist and brought me in closer. I could smell his cologne better now and how warm his body was. Almost dog warm, I thought he had a fever.

"That's better." He said.

His voice definitely had a growling tone to it. I put it down to him being part human and wolf. As most of the wolf-morphs I work with have a somewhat human voice. Werewolves were those kind of creatures that most thought of in myths. But recently the world had started seeing more werewolves after the rapid changes in animal behavior from a chemical released into the air by a foreign country, whose name is lost on everyone's minds as this happened many centuries ago. But werewolves were not common still.

"M..m.my name is Lorn. It's.n.n.nice to meet you, Jarg." He stammered out like a little kid.

Jarg laughed. It unsettled me as it sounded like he was half choking on something as he tilted his head back.

"You mispronounced my name. It is Jarg. The J sound is more of a ya sound. If I were to write down my name in phonetic style it would be spelt Yaarg." He explained to me on his name. "My parents come from an exotic part of the world where a dead language was once spoken. My name literally means wolf boy in the old language."

I chuckled a little at that.

"My name is Lorn," I said with more confidence this time. I wanted to make a good impression on this guy. He seemed nice and of course hot. I wanted to know him, something I don't really do with guys I meet at clubs. Usually get drunk, dance, make out, go back to his place, have sex and then leave the next morning, no phone call or anything.

"Well, it is nice to meet you Lorn. What are you doing here?"

"I came here to let off steam from work. Find someone, have my brains fucked out of me and no questions asked. But I feel like I should know you more. I rarely get past knowing anyone's name on a regular basis." I explained.

Jarg laughed again. I wondered why he did that.

"That seems like a good plan to do on a Friday night. At least you have the weekend to hide the shame before doing anything else public."

"I know, but I want to know you now. Why did you come here?" I asked him. I wanted to truly know Jarg. The way he held on to me and the way he composed himself made my body ached. I was in a sexual hype and felt like I should jump him but this seemed to be more than just a one night stand.

"Well, you see...." He trailed off. "I actually own the place. I used my family inheritance to build this place, so it is an investment that I am trying to pull off. So far, this opening night has done better than I thought."

"Oh! I am in front of a VIP then." as smiled at him and looked him in the eye.

He chuckled at that.

"No not a VIP. Just someone who wants to know why a cute patron graced his business, left then came back. If not to find someone to be with."

That was a difficult thing to explain. But I tried my best. I told him about what happened near the taxi stand. He held me closer and tight when I told him this.

"We could go home together, make sure you are safe and away from harm. I do not understand why there is still hatred in this world. It makes me mad." Jarg growled this time. His eyes glowed a bright red as well. I started to feel unsafe at this stage. My body tensed up and the hairs on my body stood on end. Jarg must have sensed my uneasiness. When he looked at me and his eyes softened and looked like he was sad.

"Sorry.." he meekly said to me.

I could tell he was upset at himself for almost letting himself go. Werewolves were notorious for sporadically turning violent, in defense of someone they think is worth saving. They are a fierce species and would defend their friends, family and pack before anyone else.

"Don't worry about it. It was nothing to what I felt before meeting you." I told him

Myth states of a bloodlust within werewolves that they would turn on a full moon and go on a murderous rampage. The mythology also stated that if you saw the eyes of a werewolf outside of his wolf form, you were his or her next victim. It was a mark of death to anyone. Like most myths it is either true or it was not true. Either one, the werewolves that I know are not like that, there carnal desire is to mate with someone. It is more of a sexual lusting then a bloodlust.

I looked Jarg dead in the eye and leaned in and kissed him on the lips. His lips were so soft and moist. He slipped his tongue out and into my mouth and passionately kissed me. His hands gripped me tighter as I wrapped my arms around his neck. The kissing felt like hours but it was so good. I straddled Jarg just to get a better angle to kiss him. It seemed to excite Jarg. I could feel his cock growing larger and the tented jeans hit that sensitive spot between the balls and the ass.

I moaned into Jarg's mouth as he continued to invade my mouth with his tongue. I started to do it back to him and I could feel his fangs as my tongue slipped pass them. This got a moan from Jarg as he gently bit down on my tongue. Not enough to draw blood or cause pain, but enough to elicit another moan from me.

The kiss was broken by the security guard coming over and telling us to go inside and do it or find a hotel. To which, Jarg took my hand, went back into the club, went up the stairs, came to a door, Jarg pulled out some keys opened it and went through into what looked like a foyer. Across the marbled floor was an elevator, Jarg pressed the up button. As we waited for the elevator we started making out again. Same procedure as out the front of the club but more intense. This time grinding our cocks together through each other's pants.

The elevator arrived and we got in and Jarg pressed the top most floor of this building. Which I could only assume that was his apartment. I did not get to see much of that apartment till morning as I was too busy making out with Jarg that I did not notice we had reached the top floor and we were in his bedroom.

Clothes had come off before we even got to the bed. He was definitely a guy who works out. His body must have had no fat on him. Muscles showed everywhere and it turned me on. They were huge, and you know how I feel about big muscled guys. This made me feel happy he chose me to have sex with. I eyed his upper body with awe and adoration.

My eyes wandered down his body. From his pectorals down to his abs, those perfectly chiseled muscles. No hair either which is strange considering he is part wolf and man, would have thought his body would be covered in thick patches. But it was not.

Then I saw his cock. It was a canine cock, balls and knot. The knot would have to have been a solid six inches around. It was a monster, it was semi erect and looked to be around seven inches long. Which if I calculate correctly, would be either ten or eleven inches long when erect. I knew I was going to be in a world of pain when he did fuck me but it would be blissful. The thickness was what made my jaw drop. I could wrap my hands around it and maybe have a few centimeters in between my index finger and thumb.

I looked up at Jarg as I put the tip of his cock in my mouth. His facial expressions changed to pure ecstasy. My tongue flicked and tickled the tip of his cock as it slowly became hard. I could feel it getting bigger in my mouth, so I started swallowing his cock bit by bit.

Jarg was full erect when I got it all in. I would now say it is a decent eleven inches long. It made my eight inches seem small in comparison. I still got all of his cock down my throat and I was using my skills from being everyone's bottom for so many years, by swallowing nothing which would cause my throat to constrict Jarg's cock. Eliciting a moan from him.

He put a hand on my shoulder and took his cock from my mouth. I want to take it in again but Jarg would not let me. He reached over to a set of draws and pulled out a condom. Which I could only guess would be his size. He stretched and rolled it over his cock. He motion for me to roll over. Which I promptly did because I knew what was going to happen.

Jarg grabbed my ass checks in both hands and positioned me. I was waiting for the inevitable pain from going in without lubrication. I had done it before and it was excruciating. I was wrong though. I felt something cold hit my ass and I turned my head to get a look at what it was. Jarg had also gotten a bottle of lubricant and squeezed some out.

It soon warmed up and I didn't feel it there anymore. I did feel Jargs finger starting to play around my hole. It felt good. He was teasing and testing which made me moan and groan like a whore. I never felt so desperate to have someone's cock inside of me. Jarg worked a finger and started to pull out and then back in. When he did put his finger back in he would rub on a certain spot which I started to see little lights.

He worked a second finger and this time he spread them apart to prepare my ass for his monstrous cock. Which I was begging for. A third finger slipped in and he started twisting and moving all three like in a circular movement. He managed to get a fourth finger in and he got to spots I never thought could be reached. It made me see stars and I knew this was the beginning of the best night of my life.

After a while I felt an absence in my ass only to have the head of his cock start rubbing up and down my crack. God he was teasing me and it felt so good. His head would stop near my pucker and Jarg would grind forward a little, getting me to moan.

After what felt like an eternity, Jarg positioned his cock with my ass and pushed the head of his cock in. It slowly went in inch by inch, making me moan even more than usual. I started to push back a bit just to speed up the process, only to be smacked on the ass. Inch by perfect inch was inserted into by ass until I felt the bulbous part of his knot on my ass.

It was all in. All eleven inches of massive werewolf cock. I used the walls of my ass to press down on Jarg's cock and feeling the thickness of his tool. It made me want to stay like that forever but Jarg started to pull out ever so slowly again. This time the pleasure was so intense that a stream of my pre landed on his bed and started to pool.

He pushed back in and this time when he got close to the end he pulled back out. It started out slow at first until Jarg built up a pace that he felt comfortable. It made me feel so good. I bet it also made him feel great too.

With his cock still inside me, Jarg twisted me around so I was flat on my back. And then I could really feel his cock inside of me. God it was good. I did not want this to end. He did the same pace as before and it felt great. I came maybe two or three times before Jarg did one. It was that good.

Jarg did something I never expected him to do. He leaned over me and come down like he was going to kiss me but instead, he bit me on the shoulder just as he came and his massive knot slipped inside of me making me cum again.

I knew then I was going to become a werewolf just like Jarg.