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Coming Home Written by Leo_Todrius Commissioned by Tarus1111

Rain drops rolled down the windshield as the car glided along the street, taking the twists and turns like a reawakened dream. It felt so strange to Kevin. He'd taken that route into his neighborhood hundreds of times, but after his first few months of college in another state it was different coming home again. He looked out at the over-saturated lawns and the first Christmas decorations being put out. He had to smile that the McKrackens had finally lit up the lights they left on their house year round and what had been an eyesore was once more beautiful.

Kevin's brown eyes drifted momentarily to his own reflection, taking stock of how much he had changed before he looked back to the road. He was almost nineteen, his dark brown hair eternally caught between a state of bed head and relaxed. His skin was still fairly pale from his introverted lifestyle and his black framed glasses were like the guardians to his soul, keeping him safe from the world around him.

It felt somewhat reassuring driving in so early in the morning; the neighborhood was still asleep, the dawn light was diffused through the thick rain clouds. It felt right, plus it would give Kevin two days before his parents got home from their own vacation. He wanted to be able to surprise them and start getting everything ready for the holidays. Kevin slowed down as he turned onto his street, seeing the endless backdrop of suburban homes twist and turn before the backdrop fell away. His house was nestled in the back of the establishment. At the end of his street were untamed grasslands and trees. It had been an ideal place for a child to grow up.

As Kevin approached his house, however, something was out of the ordinary. Parked in front of the relatively clean ranch style home was a battered, partially rusted car composed of pieces with mismatched paint. Kevin drove past the Frankenstein beast and turned into the driveway, slowing to a stop. Kevin's heart skipped a few beats as he looked up onto his front porch. Sitting in the corner against the door and the outcropping of one of the bedrooms was a large young man shrouded in a brown hoodie.

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The front door clicked and popped as it was unlocked. Kevin pushed the door open and moved in quickly, trying to make room for his guest to follow.

"I can't believe you were waiting out there, that's insane! You could have frozen to death!" Kevin murmured, hesitating, "Get in here Connor." Kevin said with a soft smile. The figure that had been waiting outside moved in, pulling down the hood of his sweatshirt. Despite his size, Connor had a softness about him. His hair was a dishwater blond, almost brown. His skin was fair with only the faintest hints of a tan and his eyes were a dark and vivid blue. It was all contrasted by a bit of a chinstrap beard following his jaw line.

"Well I couldn't just let you show up without a welcome party... I thought about bringing you a fruit basket but the oranges woulda frozen." Connor smirked softly. Kevin rolled his eyes at that, heading into the kitchen to start running the water on hot before grabbing two mugs.

"How about we warm both of ourselves up with some tea?" Kevin asked.

"Vanilla chai?" Connor asked hopefully. Kevin smiled at that, thinking about their first trip alone into the city and how they felt so cultured and refined at the coffee shop by themselves.

"Would it be anything else?" Kevin smirked softly. He filled the two cups up and set them on the counter before retrieving the tea bags from the cupboard. The bags dropped into the water and began slowly sinking, dispensing their golden flavors to the sea around them.

"While those steep, I've gotta use the bathroom, if you don't mind." Kevin said. Connor nodded eagerly.

"By all means!" He said. Kevin smiled and moved down the hallway toward the bathroom, moving in. Connor watched him go, waiting until the door shut to reach into his pocket, fishing out an old pocket knife. The blade flicked out with a practiced ease, sharpened by hand to reverse the deterioration of such frequent use. Connor took a breath before he exhaled slowly, bringing the blade to his finger tip. The skin resisted for just a moment before it was breached. Dark crimson blood began welling up into a thick drop. Connor held his finger out over one of the cups of tea and watched as the drop fell, hitting the hot water. The blood separated, some diffusing into the water at once while the rest of the bright red clung to the surface like an oily sheen.

Connor repeated his arcane act on the second cup before he grabbed the tea bags and began drawing them up and down. The motion in the water and the swirling tea mixed the blood up until it disappeared from view. Connor looked at it for a long moment before he closed his knife and returned it to his pocket. He nearly jumped as the bathroom door clicked and Kevin moved back into the kitchen.

"So, how have you been doing? I mean, I know we've been texting and stuff but it just isn't the same." Kevin said. Connor's dark blue eyes almost looked more sad at that.

"Not the same at all, not without you." Connor muttered, "I got a warehouse job, loading freight and stuff. Something to pay the bills, y'know."

"Yeah, I mean when I saw you outside the house I was surprised how big and buff you got in just the last few months. You look good, strong." Kevin smiled. He grabbed the sugar jar and slid it closer to the cups, opening it up. A few scoops of fine white powder were added to each before he lifted his cup in toast, "To homecomings."

"To... homecomings, and reunions of great friends." Connor replied. The mugs were brought together before each man took a drink. Kevin savored the warm, sweet fluid as it flowed down his throat, unaware that Connor was watching him the entire time.

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Connor's visit had been short and sweet, but he had excused himself so Kevin could settle in and get a nap after his long over-night drive. To say that the nap had been a relief would have been a massive understatement. Kevin's eyes opened slowly to his familiar ceiling and nightstand as he lay beneath his favorite blanket. The room smelled just right, if not a bit stale. Kevin's arm languidly came down to push the blanket away, sliding across his stomach. The caress of his stomach felt almost alien, enough that he sat up a bit.

What had felt strange to Kevin was how hairy his stomach was. Looking at it, it did seem a bit darker but not too much. Kevin dismissed the change, thinking only that he wished he had attained such a feat in high school. He'd been in such a hurry to grow up back then that it seemed wasted in college. Kevin slid out of bed and fumbled for his glasses, finding them on his nightstand. He returned them to his face and started walking to the bathroom once more.

Kevin felt truly pleased to be back home. He'd never been that extroverted, but something about being back in his own home in his own territory left him more confident. He never would have dreamed about leaving his room without pants even when he was the only one there, at least not before. He padded into the bathroom and stretched his arms as he always did, but rather than the door frame hitting his palms, it thwacked into his wrists. Kevin was a bit puzzled by that and looked down, wondering if he'd gone to bed with shoes on but no pants. His bare toes wiggled as if to reassure him that he had no garment or accessory to push him up those extra inches. Kevin shook his head a bit, wondering if his memories had been clouded by a particularly deep sleep.

The young man reached the toilet and thumbed open his boxers, withdrawing his manhood. With a willful relaxation of his bladder, the steady stream arched down into the water. Kevin sighed with relief as the pressure dropped. It felt so right, so primal to be peeing... as if the world was his. He'd had a good visit with his friend, a good sleep, a good piss... but now he needed a good meal. Meat... Yes, maybe his dad had left a steak. Hot, juicy protein was just what he needed.

Kevin hadn't even realized he had been drooling until the drop fell from his chin. He quickly licked his lips to clean them up before tucking his cock away. He left the toilet without flushing it and passed the mirror again, pausing for just a second to admire how well the bathroom light showed off what muscles he had. It was as if they looked better there than they did anywhere else. Kevin headed back to his room and pulled out a fresh pair of pants, sliding them on. There seemed to be a bit more resistance than usual and he winced a bit as he got the pants around his waist. For some reason the flesh was really tender around his tailbone. Still, Kevin had to push it out of his mind. There was a lot to do before night fell.

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Even with a nap in the morning, it had turned into a long day for Kevin. He'd headed out into the woods to chop down his own Christmas tree and brought it inside the house, setting it up with care. It had taken some time to dig through the attic, but there was some gratifying feeling to using his muscles and especially to being outside. Kevin felt relieved to have the tree set up, sending out the last vestiges of fresh oxygen it could produce... but as night wore on, Kevin was starting to grow more restless.

He'd tried playing video games, tried doing some of his vacation reading, but nothing could hold his attention. He came out of his room for the sixteenth time and paced down the hallway, moving to the living room. The television couldn't hold his attention either, but without it everything seemed so confining. He moved over to the couch and leaned over, taking hold of the curtains. Seizing them in both hands he flung them open. Warm cream-colored light spilled in from the full moon outside. Kevin stood there for a moment, gazing at it. He hadn't even remembered that it was going to be a full moon, but there was something transcendent about it tonight, as if he had never seen it before in his life. It was so big, so round, so bright... It was like a lighthouse and he was drifting toward the rocks.

Kevin's breathing was growing more intense, his heart rate picking up. Tiny flecks in his dark eyes began to lighten, shifting in warmer and warmer tones until they took on the color of honey - but Kevin blinked and shook his head, snapping himself out of the trance. He turned around to look at the TV again, but slowly he arched his back. Pressure was building in his spine, enough that as he moved the vertebrae popped like a knuckle on a winter's day. It felt good, though a bit startling. "What the hell is wrong with me?" Kevin muttered to himself, sighing out loud. He was restless for certain and no distraction was going to cure his cabin fever. It seemed the only solution was to go for a walk. Kevin moved for the door and in seconds was out on his front lawn. He had already made it to the sidewalk and past the mailbox by the time he realized he hadn't grabbed a coat, but the rain clouds had passed and the night didn't seem to be that cold. Kevin figured after walking for a bit he might get cold and be more inclined to sleep. For now it was time to enjoy the night.

Kevin kept walking, taking a few twists and turns through his neighborhood. Each step felt oddly enhanced, as if his feet were working harder than usual. Each bone and ligament was flexing and tightening to provide him with the dexterity he needed. It felt odd, but good - good enough that Kevin was picking up his pace. His brisk walk became a jog, then a run. He rounded the corner of the next street over and picked up the pace, feeling the wind whip over his head and across his cheeks, blasting against his skin. He was starting to sweat, the drops building on his forehead and chest, but he kept going faster and faster.

His feet hit the cement in perfect harmony, propelling him faster and faster. The end of the sidewalk was coming, the stretches of grassland and the forest after that, but Kevin didn't slow down. His feet left the cement and with it civilization. He bounded across the field at top speed, panting happily, his tongue slowly starting to peek out from the corner of his mouth.

It felt so good, so natural, so right. Kevin felt amazing! He passed the edge of the forest and moved in, branches slapping him and twigs snapping beneath his feet. There was a supernatural awareness that let him duck, dive and swerve around obstacles. Each stump or log he bypassed gave him more confidence. He didn't want it to end. He felt the ground sloping upwards, higher and higher, the trees rising along with him. He reached the peak and saw the full moon through a break in the canopy.

For the first time since bolting, Kevin skidded to a stop. He tilted his head upwards, took a deep breath and let out a scream of enjoyment. As the air left his lungs and his heart raced, he felt on top of the world.... Until a cramp jolted through his leg. Kevin yelped and toppled forward, awkwardly trying to catch his footing. All he managed to do was slip on some wet leaves, sending his body hurtling forward.

The teenager tumbled end over end, rolling faster and faster down the other side of the hill, bouncing off a half buried log before skidding to a stop in a pile of wet leaves at the base. Kevin coughed and sputtered, panting hard, trying to catch his breath. He slowly sat up, leaves stuck to his head and face. His glasses had cracked, obscuring his vision.

Kevin reached up and removed his spectacles, sliding them into his pocket for the moment. He blinked a few times as he always did, trying to get used to his vision without the corrective lenses. To his surprise, there didn't seem to be much of a decrease in quality. Kevin said nothing, feeling foolish that he'd gotten so carried away. He moved to get up but paused, feeling his leg drag along the ground in a very different way.

For a moment dread crossed Kevin's mind. Had he broken his leg, and only shock was masking the pain? He looked down slowly to where he had fallen, his eyes focusing. There was a dull, hot throbbing filling his leg from the knee down. It felt wet, probably from the leaves but possibly blood. Kevin reached down and pulled his pant leg up. As if his fears were proven true, it looked nothing like it should have - but it wasn't broken.

"What the fuck?" Kevin muttered to himself, realizing that there was no sign of damage, but dense dark brownish black hair was covering his leg so thickly it was practically fur. He reached down to touch it hesitantly and gasped. Beneath the surface of the skin, the muscles were changing. He could feel the flesh reworking itself. The change started where the muscle was tethered into the other tissue, becoming stronger and thicker... then it surged down the line like a fuse, igniting the change and growth all over. His shoulders rounded, his forearms throbbed, his stomach burned. Kevin's eyes squeezed shut and he started breathing faster and faster before the throbbing intensified.

The pressure began building in his shoe as if the material was shrinking, confining his feet more and more, but that was far from the case. Each pump of his heart delivered new blood and new nutrients to the changing bone mass. The leather and rubber began to warp as it was pried apart and soon stitches began to split, popping. Kevin groaned and panted before a loud snap came, then another and the sole of the shoe popped off. What emerged from beneath was anything but human.

While Kevin's foot had gotten substantially wider, it hadn't gotten any longer. It was boxy and square like a fist. The dark brown hair swept down over the digits as they curved and wiggled, but the hair stopped short of the swelling calluses on each toe. As the bumps puffed up into pads of flesh, the skin took on darker tones ranging from grey to black. Kevin whimpered softly as his tender flesh picked up a new sensation like tiny knives cutting through the skin, but the pain disappeared instantly as five black claws emerged from the tips of his paw.

It was that realization that sent a wave through Kevin's brain. He looked down at it and began tearing at the remains of the shoes, eventually giving up to untie the string. He tossed the broken leather aside and looked at the furry black leg extending from his pants. The paw was gigantic - clearly canine, but built to handle a lot of mass.

For most of Kevin's life, he would have reacted to such stimuli with shock or dread. To his own surprise, the first response now was that his pants were slowly tenting. Blood rushed to Kevin's cock, the adrenaline and excitement tricking his body into thinking it was arousal. Kevin tried to push the rather pleasurable sensation from his mind as he pulled up his left pant leg, finding it in a similar situation.

Kevin considered untying his shoe, trying to save it from the same fate... but without the mate, what was the point? A wicked grin crossed his lips as he began to flex and stretch his foot. The shoe began to warp under the strain, especially as the growth of his paw picked up. The leather popped as claws began cutting through the tip of the shoe, but still Kevin wiggled. He pried and flexed and the shoe exploded around his foot. Kevin fell backward into the leaves, panting in delight, grunting hard, his erection rising high above his groin.

Ever so gently, his paws came down to rest on the ground. His virgin paw pads felt the dirt and the debris beneath him, everything from the texture of the leaves to the quality of the slope. It seemed Kevin's brain was already hard wired for his new appendages. There was no questioning how treacherous the slope was after the rain and that anyone should be careful running on it. Kevin closed his eyes and breathed in, letting the rich forest air fill his lungs.

The major changes in his body raged like a flooded river, but all over there were tiny eddies of minute changes. He could feel the spreading tide of fur creeping up his legs. The hairs were so fine, so dense, they had an almost oily or waxy quality too that made him feel warm and safe all over. Without even thinking about it, one of his hands had drifted to his erection.

Kevin nearly gasped as his own hand startled him, but soon he pressed it into his groin, rolling his palm around the rising pillar of flesh. He began to grunt and groan, digging his palms into the dirt before he tried to tear his pants open. As if instinctively trying to assist the teenager in his plight, Kevin's fingernails began to stretch and curve, sinking deeper into his finger, darkening and sharpening. The fingernails became claws, and as the flesh grew over the top of them to anchor the new organic blades, his fingers began to change too.

The flesh of Kevin's fingertips swelled outwards, ballooning into pads as fine, tiny hairs began emerging from his darkening flesh. The skin took on blotches of grey and brown, spreading toward his wrist as his forearm hair went wild... but all Kevin could focus on was his erection. His claws sliced through his pants and revealed his blood red cock, rising higher and becoming harder than ever before. With great anticipation, Kevin slowly wrapped his monstrous hands around his rod and let out a quivering gasp.

Ever so slowly, Kevin began to slide his hand up and down his raw flesh, bearing his teeth as he rolled his hips against the ground. He had never felt so manly or so powerful before, and as he dragged his strange, transformed hand across his cock, he felt the power welling up inside him. Each time he drew breath in, his chest expanded and widened - but it didn't shrink as the air left. His pectorals grew, his abs became more defined, and his shoulders broadened. It was like a drug coursing through his veins.

Kevin's paw moved faster up and down his cock, generating so much friction and heat that it almost hurt... almost. He grunted and began pushing his hips up into the air, driving his meat column into his hand, and soon his other paw joined the fray. The tower of fingers interlocked, squeezing and rubbing the meat as it pistoned in and out. The pressure was intense, but it only drove Kevin on further.

Like clay being extruded from a machine, his cock oozed up longer and longer and longer. The mushroom shaped tip started to escape the clutches of the horny teenager, but he grabbed at it. The head stretched and tapered into a point, glistening with a light musky sheen. To have such a long, thick, meaty cock was so empowering it was intoxicating. Kevin felt like for the first time in his life he was a real man - no, a real male... He grunted and salivated, pumping his cock harder and harder and harder.

While Kevin's manhood continued to change, it wasn't alone. The balls slapping back and forth beneath the meat stick were plumping up and expanding, growing bigger in every direction. His natural pubic hair had grown incredibly soft and long and it was spreading quickly. New fur grew out of his sack, prickling and extending, covering the flesh. It was enough, at least at first appearance, to make his canine cock seem out of place with how the fur simply stopped. The lack of distinction didn't last for much longer.

With each pump of the changing wolf's hand, the base of his cock began to shift. The flesh manipulated before it expanded, folding in on itself and rising up. As the fleshy pouch expanded around the base of his cock, fur rushed up the outside, coating it and the web of flesh connecting it to Kevin's belly neatly. In mere moments Kevin had gained the sheath of a true wolf, though he was generating so much pleasure jacking his wolf cock off that he might never have noticed.

Kevin would have been completely lost in the rapture if pain hadn't been building in his backside. Each time his hips came down, a bolt ripped through his body. The flesh above his ass cheeks had formed into a thick lump and his body was not responding well.

Kevin winced and shifted, trying to avoid the pain, but each flash filled his mind with his old conscious. This was weird, this was wrong, this was different. He yelled, trying to hold onto his erection but his hands fell to the side, his cock slapped his hairy belly and he rolled over onto all fours. As the weight of his body got off his backside, the lump surged outward. The roundness was absorbed and converted into length as bone after bone rapidly formed along with new ligaments. The flesh curved up a little before dropping down, bristles of brown fur erupting form its surface. It felt like ants crawling on his skin, but the unpleasant tingling became wonderful as the hairs got longer and meshed into a forest of their own kind.

Inch after inch the tail came, dropping across Kevin's now hairy ass. He panted hard, his cock slapping his stomach as he remained on all fours. The fur spread up his arms and across his shoulders, growing into his back hair, creeping around his hips to merge with the hair on his stomach. Kevin groaned, his paws digging into the ground before he threw his head back and howled.

As the sound left his lips, his teeth grew into the howl. They sharpened and swelled, curving into fangs. His mouth seemed too small to hold it all. New smells hit Kevin like a ton of bricks as his nostrils began to expand and his sinuses deepened. He could smell the plants - not collectively, but individually. He could identify every one. He could smell moss, centipedes, pill bugs, worms. He could smell a rabbit - no, two rabbits and deer... delicious deer. Kevin's mouth started watering again just as it had at the idea of a raw steak.

"No, this... this isn't me, this isn't right..." Kevin muttered, but even his voice had changed. It was deeper, rougher, grittier... and it sounded sexy. He inhaled and exhaled over his new fangs even as his ears burned, stretching into points before fur sprouted from the flesh. Kevin was left panting as his body seeming to stall on the change for a moment. He rested there in the dirt and the leaves, smelling everything, feeling his body. The fur was continuing to spread, and his torso had expanded enough that his shirt was far too tight.

Kevin brought one claw up and, like a box cutter, sliced a line cleanly down his garment. The shirt snapped and shifted and his furry body was exposed. From neck to toe, he was completely covered in fur. Only his red, tapered cock was free of the bushy coating. Kevin tilted his head and tasted the air on his tongue, his cheeks growing warm as thick, soft fur began growing out where stubble had before. It was dense but not very long, clinging to his jaw line, tapered up into his hairline by his wolfen ears.

In a desperate bid to figure out what was happening to him, Kevin racked his brain for any relevant memories. Had he been bitten by a strange creature as a kid? Had he driven by any nuclear facilities in the process of melting down? No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't find an explanation... but the thinking felt hard on his brain, a brain that wanted to revel in the physical sensations. Even as he tried to identify the source of his transformation, his erection hadn't eased. If anything it throbbed even more anxiously, as if beckoning him back to more carnal acts. Kevin murmured softly.

"Maybe... this is me." He whispered before his free paw drifted to his groin and wrapped around his canine shaft. Once more he started to pump himself, jerking up and down, picking up the pace. He groaned louder and louder, letting out deep guttural growls that nearly made the ground tremble. His tail swung back and forth behind his plump furry ass and he gritted his fangs. He could feel the pleasure building, his balls throbbing in their newly furry sack. He panted harder and more, his body pumping out his potent musk before he tipped back his head, opened his gleaming amber eyes wide and howled with all his force.

In his paw, his cock gushed out hot milky yellow precum in thick syrupy strands all over the forest floor, the orgasm sending waves of fire through his body. His mouth began to reshape around the howl. His jaw popped and shifted, his nose drifting down closer to his lips. As the transformation came close to completion, it started ramping up once more. As Kevin's face stretched forward, super fine and soft fur began to grow beyond his beard. Once more that reassuring, comforting feeling of the fur spread. It rounded the teenager's eyes, spanned his nose and even coated his forehead. Every inch of Kevin, aside from his shaft and paw pads, was being dominated by the dark fur... and it was glorious. He could feel the wind rushing through it, he could feel how warm his coat was, and he saw how magnificent it was.

Without warning, Kevin's hearing became muffled, punctuated by several pops and warbles before it came back stronger than ever before ... but Kevin's ears were no longer on the side of his head. They had migrated to the top, sticking out of his fur. He kept his face moonward, washing it in the night's light as it stretched out into a fine muzzle, cementing the change inside his mind. His shoulders were arched, his knees thick... He was built to run on all fours or rise onto his hind legs. Kevin was everything a werewolf should be. The newly forged beast parted his muzzled lips once more and let out another howl, though this time it was joined by another.

Kevin's gleaming amber eyes darted around before they locked in on the source. At the top of the hill, illuminated by the moonlight, was another wolf. Its fur was lighter, a dusty brown color... and he was in heat. Kevin's nose drew in the scent and his loins blazed with new purpose. The cock that had barely came just a few minutes before was raging again. Kevin clawed at the ground before he bounded forward on all fours, breaking into a full run. Just as he had when he was human, he dodged and ducked and jumped around obstacles, heading toward his target.

Spooked by the sudden movement, the other wolf turned and bolted, running ahead. Kevin surged forward in excitement, driven wild by the hunt. His cock slapped his belly, his tail felt the air and his ears went flat against his head. As he approached his prey, he realized his target was bigger than he was by several hundred pounds - and yet the dusty wolf was running. Kevin felt invigorated. Had he truly spooked bigger prey?

The two wolves ran along the ridgeline at break neck speed but after several minutes of high speed, they were running out of elevation. The dusty wolf started bolting downwards again, giving Kevin the high ground. The brand new werewolf pushed off, arching through the air, landing on its prey. The two skidded down along the wet leaves, a tangle of limbs and muscle and fur. Kevin's hips went at it, and after a few awkward jabs he found the dusty wolf's tail hole. The other wolf's back arched but he didn't fight the intrusion.

Kevin went at it at once, slamming in hard and fast, feeling the hot and tight confines of another male around his cock. There were no thoughts of being gay or straight, only that he was a hunter and had mounted his prey. He fucked in hard and fast, bringing his maw down around the dusty wolf's neck. He bit into the fur and flesh just enough to assert his dominance and hold the beast there as he went about his duty, unaware that the other wolf had reached down to paw himself off as he was mounted.

The wet, sloppy mating went on for ages. Every time one of them got close, the other would shift or flex to change the sensations. For a while Kevin was convinced his partner's ass was practically milking him. Even with their enhanced libido, though, there was a limit to all things. A thin fog carried across the forest floor, almost glowing with the last light of the moon. Kevin's ears picked up a soft splattering sound a split second before he took in the hot, sweet and salty scent of wolf cum beneath him.

The dusty wolf gave out, shuddering and collapsing into his own pool of sperm, becoming nothing more than a hot heap of spent werewolf. Kevin's thrusts became uneven and wild, his rhythm distorted. He grunted, growled and finally tipped his head back to let out a wobbly howl. Kevin's thick, plump balls throbbed and tugged up in his furry sack and the wolf thrust deeper still into his partner.

As the surge of semen rushed through Kevin's cock, the base of his shaft swelled up, widening and distending, growing so thick that Kevin couldn't move his cock one way or the other. He was bound and locked to the furry wolf beneath him. Kevin's tongue lolled out of his mouth as he felt his semen gush free in his mate, unbridled and unrestrained. He wobbled on his limbs for a long moment before his flow finally subsided and at last Kevin collapsed on top of his captured wolf. As his body slowed, Kevin's vision got a bit blurry once more. He cuddled into the warm, furry mass beneath him and gazed up at the moon setting below the hill, holding onto the image as long as he could before passing out against the broad furry back of his beastly lover.

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The smell of dew invaded Kevin's nose, followed shortly after by the awkward scent of faintly soured sweat. He shifted a bit uncomfortably before he realized how hot his chest was. He opened his eyes, seeing not his comfortable bed, but the broad back of another man. Kevin's eyes shot wide in shock and he looked up at the dishwater blond hair and then down at the wide hips... and the ass with a cock buried inside of it.

"What-the-fuck..." Kevin stammered before he pulled back, his cock popping free, still coated in thick juices. He stumbled backwards into a tree, hitting the trunk, groaning as a heavy ache filled every bone and muscle - both of which were bigger than before. The lactic acid was so bad that he fell back onto his knees, naked in the forest. Kevin reached up and rubbed at his head, hearing feet crunching through the leaves.

"It's always hardest the first night, like a hangover, but they get a bit better." Connor's voice said softly as he knelt in front of his friend. Kevin's eyes opened, seeing that familiar face - a face showing no signs of shock or doubt or confusion.

"It was all real? Everything last night? That... That was you?" Kevin whispered. Connor smiled a soft, serene smile as he reached up to rub Kevin's cheek.

"Let's get you back home and I'll explain everything." Connor said softly. Kevin tried to get up, but he was still so stiff. Connor wordlessly moved forward and scooped Kevin up in his arms with ease. Kevin inhaled sharply as he was hoisted like a bag of potatoes, but he soon settled into it all, his eyes searching the forest around them. There were still signs of their wild night; a torn apart shoe, a scrap of sliced up shirt... but it was still so early, almost as early as when he'd driven in the previous day, when Connor had been waiting for him, when they'd had tea. The idea of tea itself brought some warmth to Kevin before he went stiff again.

"It... it was the tea, that's how it happened..." Kevin whispered. Connor grimaced at that but kept walking.

"Like I said, we'll get you back, and I'll explain everything..." Connor whispered softly. Despite being so big and strong, he was still the same shy and tender kid Kevin had always known... though it was more than just Connor's initiative that had seemed to change.

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Once more the house was silent, but this time it wasn't from a lack of people. Connor sat on one of the stools at the kitchen island while Kevin stood on the other side, both hands clutching the mug of tea - though this time he hadn't let it out of his sight. They had both been wordless since they returned. Kevin had gotten dressed in some socks, sweatpants, and a hoodie to warm up while Connor borrowed a baggy t-shirt and jeans that seemed a bit too tight for him.

Kevin kept glancing at his reflection in the stainless steel refrigerator door. After reverting to human, not everything had remained the same. Curls of chest hair poked up from the collar of his shirt, his pants rode high on his ankles and his socks were too tight. He was taller, stronger, faster - but still lean with a runner's build. His cheeks were darker too, covered with fine but dense stubble. Connor watched Kevin with almost scared eyes, a look that didn't seem to fit the gentle giant of a best friend. Kevin took another sip of the vanilla chai tea and finally lowered his head.

"It did feel amazing, every part of it..." Kevin whispered. Connor smiled at that.

"Even the aftermath?" he asked. Kevin couldn't help but smile.

"It wasn't so much a hangover, but more like... that day after you go all out at the gym... A good kind of burn." Kevin said, taking a breath, "I think I'm ready for you to explain everything. First, I mean... Were you always like this?"

"What? No, I mean... a month after you left, I started working at the warehouse. One of the machines broke and one of the guys was injured, cut his arm pretty bad. It... it got all over me. He was mortified but I said I was alright, but three nights later... I had my first change." Connor explained.

"So it wasn't a bite? It was just, like... blood born?" Kevin asked. Connor nodded.

"I found out later it's traditional to pass it on with a bite, but blood works too." Connor said. Kevin lingered with that thought for a long moment before he took another sip of his drink.

"So, why me? Why now?" Kevin asked. Connor's eyes fell to the floor in a bit of shame.

"I... I know you have no reason to forgive me, but-" He was interrupted.

"Connor, you don't have to-"

"Kev, I was lonely. I missed you. We spent our childhoods together, all of school, and then summer hits and its over. You're in college and I'm a townie. You're destined for a great life and I'm... I'm not." Connor murmured. Kevin growled at that, something that caught Connor off guard. His eyes snapped up as if to identify the threat.

"The only thing holding you back here was you, I never understood why you didn't try harder at applying to schools." Kevin muttered.

"My grades, I just-" Connor was interrupted again.

"You are smart, you are just as smart as me... You just didn't try as hard. If we're going to make this work, you're going to need to try harder." Kevin said. Connor blinked a few times, not sure if he heard correctly.

"Wait, make what work?" Connor whispered.

"Us, make us work. This isn't just me coming home any more, it was me coming back to get you. I'm going to help you get a higher score on the SAT's and we'll get you applied for next term at the school." Kevin said.

"I-I... Kev..." Connor whispered, speechless. Kevin grinned a bit and set down his tea cup, moving around to stand right in front of his big best friend.

"I just have one last question. Did you... I mean, when I caught you, is that what you had planned all along?" Kevin whispered. Connor blushed beat red, unable to make direct eye contact.

"It's what I hoped for, what... I wanted to happen for a long time." He whispered. Kevin groaned at that and rolled his eyes.

"And here I thought I'd go to college and have a normal life. Leave it to my best friend to give me one way more memorable than that." Kevin said as he leaned down and kissed Connor. Connor melted into the kiss, his heart heaving with joy. As their lips wrestled and their tongues tangled, Kevin could feel his teeth sharpening into fangs - just as Connor's were. The corners of his lips quirked into a smile. It seemed that they wouldn't have to wait until the next full moon to have more fun.