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Part 3 of 4 of my collab with Taurus111!

Things start getting a bit hairy for Kevin, and Joseph decides now is a good time to come clean about a couple things.

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Kevin's sleep was restless. He was too hot, even after he'd tossed the blankets off the bed and chucked his boxers across the room. His skin prickled, especially on his arms, chest, and legs. His muscles were still sore and stiff, and worst of all were the occasional shooting pains coming from his fingers and toes. He tossed and turned for what felt like endless hours of discomfort, his blood seeming to burn in his veins. A growing feeling of nausea made him sit up suddenly. Maybe he had screwed up reheating the sauce from dinner... but it felt more like he was going to need a toilet. A twang of discomfort in his belly forced him out of his bed.

He groped his way down the hall, toes burning as his weight shifted from one foot to the other. Each time his fingertips touched the wall, a twinge of pain would shoot up his arm, through his elbow, and up his back. He wondered if food poisoning made everyone's skin so sensitive. He rubbed his eyes with the heels of his hand; the skin there felt rougher than usual.

He shivered as he entered the bathroom and switched the light on. He pulled the bath mat away from the tub, put the lid up on the toilet, and sat in front of it, his stomach protesting the whole while. He could feel sweat running down his back and arms. He scratched at his elbow; his hair felt thicker there where his skin still burned. Oddly enough, the threat of having a toilet on hand seemed to ease the nausea, though the discomfort in his abdomen remained. Kevin winced as a strange, painful, clenching seized his body, as though his insides were squirming around like a basket of snakes. His skin began to burn with an itchy, dry sensation focused mainly on his thighs and his crotch.

He felt his forehead become drenched in sweat as he watched the skin on his thighs quiver. Hundreds of coarse, dark brown hairs erupted from his legs, while his crotch was quickly covered in a lighter, cream-colored fuzz, seemingly devouring the hair already there. He shivered as an odd combination of pain, discomfort, and pleasure coursed through his body as his balls were engulfed by the growth. Reflexively, he grabbed his sack with a hand, surprised at the softness of the hair there. Kevin blinked through the fog of weariness. He...was growing fur?

A sharp crack sounded in his mouth, accompanied by a throbbing pain that distracted him from his legs. Kevin clenched his jaw. He registered that his teeth were somehow shifting, feeling the building pressure in the roots of his gums. He whimpered as waves of pain crashed through his whole being.

He immediately knew that something was wrong. What was going on with his body...?

The thought fled as the skin on his chest burned. He watched as hundreds of tiny fibers sprouted from the shallow cleft between his pectorals. Within seconds, his chest was buried beneath a fine pelt of tan colored fur, darkening to a deep brown as it neared his shoulders, where it thinned out. The burning sensation spread to his forearms, and the sharp pains in his fingertips and toes returned with a vengeance. A hot liquid dripped down his hands and toes, which he immediately knew was blood; he could smell it in the air. The pain lingered as he felt his nails shift and fall off, the tender nailbeds getting pressed as something new grew into place. The bleeding was short-lived, and, as the pain fled and the discomfort eased, he found himself staring up at the ceiling, panting. He felt exhausted, like every bit of him had been filled with lead.

With the pain gone, an odd euphoria began to fill Kevin's body with a quivering, fickle energy. Slowly, he sat up, feeling like a stranger in his own body as he looked down at himself. The fur... his fur, had come in short yet dense and only in patches. A hairy trail traced its way up from his crotch, between his now clearly defined abs, and spread outwards from between his pecs to just under his collar bone. He placed his shaking hands on his chest, feeling odd pricks through the hair. He looked down to find his fingernails were blackened and pointed, and, looking down at his feet, witnessed the sharp, black nails that had grown there, too. Claws? He ran his hands through the fur on his chest, shivering at the strangely pleasurable feeling it produced. Kevin shifted his weight onto one leg and slowly pulled himself up. He didn't trust himself to stand upright and leaned heavily on the counter by the sink. He caught a glance of his reflection in the mirror and stopped.

His eyes... for a moment they'd seemed bright golden amber...but he blinked and they were once again brown, although they twinkled with hints of gold.

His beard had grown even longer and thicker, probably half an inch long all around, and had taken on the color of his newly grown fur. It started in the same tan color at his chin, and darkened into the brown along his jaw, extending into his hair, which seemed to have grown an inch since he'd entered. He rubbed his face with his free hand, still woozy. The nausea had all but vanished. Kevin stared at his reflection vacantly. His face was still mostly the same, aside from the hair, but his nose seemed somehow flatter, and his ears seemed to have grown and extended into points. He opened his mouth slightly, to see what he'd felt shifting moments before, and then his jaw dropped open in disbelief when he saw that his canines, and a few other teeth, had grown pointed, like fangs.

As he stared, he felt a heat building within him, gentle yet powerful. It seemed to slowly unfold outwards, pushing its way through the flesh from under his chest. The heat filled him with energy again, and with every beat of his heart it spread outwards. Uncovered by fur, he could faintly see as his abs flexed involuntarily, each time growing bit by bit until they were a chiseled six-pack. His pecs, under their furry covering, also began twitching with the strange energy that was building within him. Within moments, he could feel his whole body brimming with it, causing Kevin to arch his back in a haze of pleasure. He could feel his body growing, spurred on by the blissful heat that filled him, and yet he still wanted more. He could hear his bones cracking, crunching as his form expanded outwards and upwards by inches. His jaw hung slack, not caring as a thin dribble of saliva spilled out of a corner of his mouth. His whole body felt huge, pulsing with this intense power. He could feel his muscles growing outward... his shoulders, his arms... his legs, his back... And then the heat quickly dissipated from his limbs. He shivered from the sudden cold that was everywhere but his pelvis, and glanced down to see himself at full mast.

Kevin found himself grinning. His boner stuck out proudly from his crotch, a good two or three inches above the countertop, when only a couple hours before his groin would have just been level with it. Kevin grasped his length in his left hand, shivering from the sensation of the pressure on his member. The heat that filled him began to waver before surging forward into the flesh enclosed within his hand. It burned brightly, filling him with a need to get off. He could feel the heat growing in his hand, the tips of his claws grazing the sensitive skin, as a new sensation tickled his mind.

Kevin wiped the drool off his chin with his free hand before switching, slowly stroking his throbbing dick slickened with his own saliva. He felt the need growing stronger each passing second. He could feel his own pulse in his hand, and with each beat his manhood seemed to grow and shift slightly. He tensed his hips, as a pinching sensation and small lump formed near his lower spine, between the mounds of his firm buttox. He paid it no mind as he stroked himself, each time filling his head with a blinding, violent pleasure. His virgin cock needed more; he wanted more.

Something in his head shifted, and his slow, even strokes began going faster as a desperate need grew. Almost like taking a back seat, he found his body starting to move on its own accord, frantic to seek release. His head tilted to one side, and he could feel the tip of his tongue hanging out, thin drops of saliva dripping down onto his hand offering even more of the natural lubricant. The smells in the room became more potent, almost like a haze of color hanging in the air. The fire in his groin overrode all conscious thought as he practically humped his hand.

He shook his head, glancing down again. The flesh of his dick seemed to bruise, turning from the pale pinkish tone to a darker, almost red hue. Something was growing at the base of his shaft, bumping into his hand with every stroke. More of his maleness seemed to stick out from his hand, too...

Kevin shivered with need and brought his other hand down to grab the part of his member the other was missing. The heat had spread down to his balls now, and his musk hung in the air like a fog. This room was his.

A bright flare of pleasure erupted and his breath escaped him in a near howl. His belly seemed to liquify as his innards clenched. His form tensed, muscles burning as he felt himself release. A bright, salty smelling arc of liquid shot into the air as his body emptied itself. The heat seemed to flow upwards from his balls into his crotch to buzz through the hot flesh in his hands, spending itself against the mirror. His body stood there, frozen, as wave after wave crashed into him, his cock a lightning rod of pleasure, spreading strikes of euphoria outward with each pulse.

Then, it was gone, and he nearly fell onto his ass as his body slackened. Kevin stumbled backwards, catching himself against the wall behind him. He was panting hard and his heart seemed to be threatening to burst from his chest. He sunk slowly down the wall until he was sitting on the floor.

His strength returned slowly as his heart eased its fevered pace. He had an empty, oddly satisfied feeling in his belly, and as he looked up again, he could see why. The mirror was streaked with white, viscous liquid. It shocked him - he'd just cum all over the mirror and the sink! He looked down at his crotch to find a reddened lump of flesh where his penis ought to have been. Gone was the familiar flared head, replaced with a long, tapering piece of meat with an odd sort of flared lump at its base. He could feel himself softening, and it seemed to be retreating into a flap of skin on his lower abdomen - a cream furred sheath, firmly anchored to his pelvis. A glob of cum dripped from the pointed tip of his cock onto the fur on his belly. The scent of his seed hung heavy in the air, musky, and just a bit salty. He took a deep breath through his nose... he- he liked the way it smelled...

No! This was impossible. He was covered in fur, and he had a canine cock. His balls were furry, he had claws on his hands and feet, and his tongue felt long and flat in his mouth. He'd even been overcome by lust, and now his spunk was dripping from the mirror onto the countertop.

Kevin felt fear steal into his gut and was startled when he heard a whining sound issue from his throat. The sound he made wasn't normal, far too high pitched. The fog of his scent still lingered heavily in the bathroom, which calmed his nerves a bit. "Damn it, Kevin, calm down," he muttered to himself. He was shocked for a moment as he heard his voice, deeper and more gruff.

He had to calm down. It looked like things had settled down for the moment, so he could think. He stood up, the weight of his new sheath strange on his pelvis. He stared at his face through the streaks on the mirror, and while it didn't look wrong, it didn't exactly look right either. His nose was slightly upturned and his mouth seemed to jut out just a little more than usual. "I can't go out like this..." He had to call someone. Joseph was right next door, but it was the middle of the night. He wandered out into the hallway, feeling an odd tugging sensation on his toes as his claws caught on the carpet. It wasn't until he got down into the living room that he noticed he hadn't needed to switch on a light - it seemed he could see fine in the dim light filtering in through the windows from the street.

The windows were still open. A wave of embarrassment washed over him, despite it being the middle of the night. He dashed over to the window, and pulled the curtains shut. No one could see him like this. Except maybe Joseph, if he promised to keep his mouth shut...

* * * *

Joseph woke up to his phone ringing. He reached behind him to his table where the phone was, groping until he found it. He flipped it open.

"H-hello?"

"Joseph, are you awake?" Kevin asked. Something about his voice sounded off...

"Hm?" Joseph grunted.

"I... I need you to come over."

Joseph blinked and turned to look at his clock. "It's five in the morning. Can it wait?"

A long pause. "Please? I... something's wrong."

Joseph frowned. What could possibly be this urgent that-

"Oh!"

"Oh what?"

"I'll be right over, let me put on some clothes first." Joseph snapped the phone shut as he practically leapt out of the bed. He grabbed a pair of boxers out from his drawer, scratching an itch on his furry butt, as he looked around for something to wear.

Hardly five minutes later, Joseph was knocking on Kevin's door. The first light from sunrise was beginning to brighten the horizon.

"Come in! Close the door behind you!" Kevin yelled from inside.

Joseph hesitated a moment, the request was unexpected. He pushed the door open, and shut it as he entered. "Kevin? What's up?" Kevin was nowhere in sight. "Are you here?"

"Y-yeah... I... This was a bad idea, please go." The sound of a door closing punctuated Kevin's statement, though something sounded a bit... off? His voice was gravelly, throatier.

"What's going on, Kev?" He waited, but no response came. He slipped his shoes off and took a few steps forward before something in the air caught his attention. A faint smell of fear, musk, and... semen? Joseph felt himself smirking. He jogged up the stairs, and the smell intensified. He paused at the bathroom, where the muskiness was strongest and a quick glance inside told him everything he needed to know. The mirror was streaked white with dried, crusted spunk, and his friend's scent was heavy on the air.

Kevin spoke from behind his bedroom door, "This... Something's wrong with me. You should go."

Joseph sighed. "Look, you called me over here, so I'm not gonna go until I'm sure you're okay." He sat on the floor outside Kevin's door and took his jacket off, draping it over himself as he closed his eyes.

Kevin opened his door a sliver. Joseph was there, just outside his door, asleep. Kevin absentmindedly scratched an ear, wondering what he should do. Somehow, just knowing Joseph was there was calming him... He shut the door, and sauntered back over to his bed. It was way too early for all this crap, and he was still feeling a bit drained after his recent episode. He lay back down and closed his eyes. It was only a matter of minutes before he was out cold, drooling onto his pillow.

* * * *

The sound of knocking on his bedroom door woke Kevin a few hours later. It took him a moment to realize it was Joseph. "Yeah?"

"Just gonna let you know... I should be getting back home."

A sudden twinge of panic seized Kevin. "No! I mean...please...don't go. I..." he sighed, trying to keep his thoughts from turning into a jumble of emotions. "I'd prefer it if you stayed."

"So...you wanna talk?" Joseph began to turn the door knob.

Kevin jumped out of bed and rushed to hold the door closed. "Yeah, just... let me put something on before you barge in." He blushed. He didn't want Joseph seeing his private bits, and quickly ran over to his dresser. He rifled through his drawers and pulled out a pair of underwear and shorts. Halfway through pulling his boxers up his thighs, he realized he'd have a problem: the waistband was going to sit just below the tip of his sheath. "Damn it," he muttered and quickly ditched the boxers, pulling on the pair of cargo shorts he'd taken out. He did have to wear them a bit higher than normal, but it still seemed more comfortable than having a waistband constantly rubbing on his strange sheath.

He pulled the door open, and Joseph stared at him.

"I...I need to...I wanted to ask-" Kevin stuttered, before being interrupted by Joseph.

"Dude, you're totally hairy."

Kevin paused. He was eye level with Joseph now. "Y-yeah..."

"And you're taller, too." Joseph looked him up and down. "You've also bulked up a bit. That's what you wanted to talk about?"

"Yeah... Isn't it-"

"Amazing?!" Joseph grinned and grabbed him in a rough hug. "Dude, this is great!"

"It...it is?"

"It took a bit longer than I was expecting, but dude...you're starting to shift!"

Kevin pushed Joseph off him. It seemed to catch the jock off guard, and he staggered backwards before catching himself. "Longer than you were expecting?" Kevin replied. "You know what's happening to me?"

Joseph shrugged. "I figured it'd start sooner, but if the thing in the bathroom is any indication-"

Kevin clenched his jaw, anger starting to grow within him. "You were planning this? What did you DO to me?!"

Joseph's grin faded, his air of confidence waning. "The day of the tryouts...I wanted to share my gift with you."

Kevin clenched his fists. He was somewhere between fury and humiliation and wasn't sure which way the scales were going to tip. "What. Did. You. Do."

"Kevin, I'm a werewolf."

Kevin rolled his eyes. "Right, and I'm a vampire. Bullshit. Tell me the truth!"

Joseph continued, apparently ignoring Kevin's remark. "When you fell during tryouts, I thought you'd get a cut or something, but you didn't. So I had to give you my blood another way-"

Kevin launched himself forward, grabbing Joseph by the shirt. He snarled at the other man, baring his fangs. Joseph managed to push him back a bit, Kevin's claws catching on the carpet, tugging at his toes a bit.

"Dude, calm down for a second-"

"WHAT DID YOU DO?!"

Joseph frowned at him, a glint of amber in his green eyes. His hair lengthened a bit, and his clothing seemed to creak as his frame grew outwards slightly. The sleeves of his shirt rode up as the muscles in his arms bulged. "Kevin," he said, a gritty edge in his voice, "calm down."

The sound hit Kevin like the crack of a whip, and the anger he'd felt building inside evaporated in an instant. Fear tipped the scale in the other direction, humiliation suddenly dominating his psyche. Somehow, he knew Joseph would win if he stood up to him now. Kevin pulled himself away from Joseph.

"Look, I'm here, I'll help you through this," Joseph said. "The first time was...weird for me too."

"First time for what?" Kevin asked, hating the way his voice wavered and the way he felt so ashamed and awkward. He turned down to look at the ground, staring at the blackened claws on his feet.

Warm hands closed around his shoulders, but he didn't look up. "Can I show you something?"

He hated how powerless and how weak he felt right now. It was pathetic. "What?" he asked, almost snapping the question back at Joseph.

"Stay here a minute." Joseph's hands left his shoulders, and he saw Joseph's legs carry his friend into the bathroom. The door closed partway behind him, but not enough to block Kevin's sight to the mirror. Even with the streaks, he could still make out Joseph as he pulled his shirt off. He'd always been a bit jealous of his friend's physique, but knew he didn't have what it took to be a real jock like him. The sound of metal and the sliding of a belt followed, along with the subtle noise of shorts sliding off his legs and being tossed aside. Joseph's form shivered for a moment as he tossed his head backwards, raising his arms.

It was over in a second. The way Joseph's lithe form seemed to simply expand, muscles bulging outward, veins popping. The sound of bones clicking and joints cracking. The flow from nowhere of fur across his skin, glossy and black. The sudden change in the air as Joseph's scent became more powerful, somehow more real.

A few clicks sounded on the bathroom's tile floor as the form in the mirror turned. The door opened, and Joseph emerged, looking like a huge, bipedal wolf. Kevin stared at the werewolf in his hallway, his pulse quickening.

"I..." Joseph started, his words failing. He shook his huge head, amber eyes on Kevin, almost fondly. "I wanted you to have this, too."

Kevin took one step forward, and then another. He placed his hands on Joseph's chest, running his fingers and claws through the luscious fur there, as if to convince himself it was real. He looked up into Joseph's face, the nose and muzzle completely foreign, but somehow his eyes were the same...friendly, caring, concerned. He shivered, and, for some reason, he started to cry.

Joseph pulled him into a warm embrace. His chest fur tickled Kevin's nose, his friend's scent heavy and comforting. "Come on, Kev, it's fine."

"Why...why did you do this to me?"

Joseph chuckled. "You're my best friend, and I wanted to share something awesome with you."

"Why am I crying?" A part of him felt like some kind of kid, clinging to a parent. He didn't like it.

"Oh, yeah. When my transformation started, I was a bit all over the place... something about having a puppy in your head." Joseph's clawed hand gently grasped Kevin by the shoulder and pushed him back. "Don't worry, you'll get over it soon." The big werewolf glanced downstairs. "Hey, you wanna kill some time playing that game of yours?"

Kevin nodded, sniffling his nose and wiping the tears from his eyes, as he followed Joseph downstairs, feeling the nub of a tail he had wiggling slightly in his shorts.

* * * *

Joseph had shifted back to a more human form to play the video game, though he was content with keeping a couple patches of fur or dense hair and the claws he was so fond of. He'd put his shorts back on at Kevin's insistence, though he'd have preferred to be without. Once Kevin settled down, he seemed like an eager little puppy, brimming with energy as they thrashed one opponent after another. As the hours went by, Kevin seemed more like himself again, the insecure pup seeming to vanish into the background.

It was about six thirty by the time Kevin tossed the controller aside after having beaten yet another chump online.

"What's up?" Joseph asked.

Kevin sighed. "I'm bored. I need to get outside. I feel like I've been cooped up for too long."

Joseph looked up. "You know you can't, looking like that, anyway."

Kevin glared at him. "I know that," he snapped. He grunted. "I NEED to do something. I'm feeling restless." He scratched a spot on his chest.

Joseph stood, shifting his weight and popping his shoulder. "It'll be sundown in a couple of hours." He put a hand on Kevin's shoulder. "We can go outside then."

Kevin shrugged off his friend's hand, brushing it aside. He pulled the curtain on the front window aside and peeked out the thin opening. "There's no one out there anyway. Probably all stuck in traffic or something."

"Still too risky, I think. You have to be careful. If someone sees you, they could freak out and call in animal control, if you're lucky. They could call the cops, or something worse."

Kevin spun on him, irate. "So I'm just supposed to stay locked up in here?" He grunted, itching his head. "I... Joseph, I have to DO something."

"I haven't had anything to eat all day, and I know you haven't either. Maybe we should eat?"

Kevin gave him a flat look. "Not what I meant."

"Doesn't change the facts." Joseph sighed, and scratched his crotch. "Look, it'll help pass the time. I know you're restless. Remember, I went through the same thing my first time."

Kevin grunted and stalked off to the kitchen, Joseph following right behind. "What do you even eat now?"

"Same stuff as normal," Joseph said. "You just have to be careful about what you eat if you stay wolfed out too long... at least, that's what Ian told me."

Kevin cracked open the fridge and pushed things around for a moment before emerging again with an egg carton. "Who's Ian?"

Joseph cocked his head to stretch the muscles in his neck. "He's the alpha... the guy who gave this to me."

"So, what, now you're MY alpha?" Kevin asked, the sarcasm almost palatable.

Joseph laughed, a bit uneasy. "N-no, I don't think it works that way." He watched as Kevin pulled a pan out of a low cupboard, the nicely defined muscles in his back flexing as he straightened again. "You uh... you want a hand?"

"Grab the milk. You can whisk some of these up," Kevin replied, almost a command.

Joseph went over to the fridge and pulled out the jug of milk. A small package of chicken breast caught his eye. "Hey, you've got some chicken."

"Yeah, I don't feel like making it. It's kind of a pain in the ass."

Joseph grunted. "Alright. Maybe you'll feel like it later?" He closed the fridge to find Kevin staring at him. "What?"

"So, you can turn back into a human, right?"

"Uh, yeah? It took me about a day to manage it though."

Kevin groaned.

"What's up?"

"It'd just be easier to go out," he said, cracking some eggs into a large bowl. "How many do you want?"

"Four? I dunno, just make a bunch. I don't mind eating them cold."

Kevin cringed. "Gross."

"I used to think so. They're not that bad. Undercooked meat, too."

Kevin pushed the bowl over to Joseph. A bunch of golden yolks jiggled, suspended in a sea of whites. "Pour some milk in," Kevin commanded, thrusting a whisk at him. "You eat raw meat?"

"Not unless I've spent like, hours wolfed out," Joseph said, laughing. "Makes me a little queasy thinking about it like this, but I'll tell you, once you're hungry like that, it's the best feeling. It's like...that human voice in your head shuts off, and the instinct kicks in." He shivered at the thought, and in response his little dog in his pants twitched. He took the whisk from Kevin and focused his attention on whipping up the eggs until the yolks had been thoroughly mixed. He poured a bit of milk into it, loosening up the texture and getting some air into them.

A sizzle distracted him, followed by the scent of butter blossoming in the air. Kevin was poking at the yellowish lump in the pan with a spatula, coaxing it around the pan. He seemed distracted. Joseph held the bowl out to him. "Here."

Kevin took the bowl wordlessly, and poured the golden, creamy white liquid into the pan. The familiar crackle greeted them as the eggs met the hot metal. "You wanna grab a cucumber?"

"Uh, I don't want any."

"I do."

"Oh," Joseph said, turning back to the fridge. "Where is it?"

"Bottom left drawer." Suddenly, Kevin hissed a curse. "Damnit."

"What?" Joseph said, snapping his head back to the stove.

Kevin had taken a step back from the pan, and was rubbing his left pec, just above his nipple. "Spattered at me."

Joseph let his gaze linger a bit longer before shaking his head and looking back at the veggies. They weren't particularly appetizing to him, and he found his gaze drifting back to the package of chicken. He sighed. Maybe he'd be able to convince Kevin to break them out later today.

He found the cucumber and brought it out. Kevin had taken some plates down and was turning the eggs in the pan. The smell made Joseph's mouth water and his stomach rumble.

"Almost ready," Kevin said. "Sounds like you're hungry."

"Dude, you have no idea," Joseph said, standing behind Kevin. He breathed in the eggs and Kevin's scent. His little dog stirred again, causing Joseph to wince as he backed off. He was being a little hasty. He'd get his chance soon enough.

Kevin started shovelling the eggs onto a large plate, making a large heap. He passed Joseph a smaller plate. "Take what you want. I guess if there's any left, you can have 'em cold." Kevin grinned toothily at him, his fangs on display. "Come on, let's eat."

* * * *

After each of the boys had had their fill, there was barely any egg left on the large plate. Kevin grabbed a small plastic container to place the few spoonfuls of egg into, while Joseph took the plates and utensils over to the sink to wash. The two made quick work of cleaning up the kitchen before heading back into the living room, having nothing else to do but loaf around.

Kevin thought about starting up the game console once again, but realized he had become quite bored of the game. It was basically the same fight over and over again, just with different people and characters. He needed something more exciting; something to do to release all this pent up energy he'd been wanting to stave off for the past hour. There was just barely anything for him to do inside that would help, and he was frustrated at how slowly it was taking for the sun to set.

Kevin took out his phone to look at the time and saw that it was still only eight in the evening. He let out a gravelly groan, knowing he'd have to wait almost another hour before it was dark enough to go outside under Joseph's rules.

Kevin chucked softly to himself as he thought about how quickly he had accepted that Joseph was a werewolf and, that through his friend's intervention, he was now becoming one, too. The idea of werewolves possibly being real had never even crossed his mind, and all he really knew about the condition was what he had read in Harry Potter about Professor Lupin. So far, though, this wasn't anything like Lupin's transformation in the movie.

Because of that, he also didn't know what being a werewolf would change about his daily life. He began to worry a bit. Those are the things that Joseph forgot to think about when deciding to pass this onto him.

"So, Joseph. How much do you know about being a werewolf? Like, when did this Ian guy turn you?"

"Well, it's been a few months since the bite. I was at a soccer tournament over at the university a few towns over, and I had played a particularly good game that day, if I do say so myself," he said smugly.

"Afterwards, while I was changing in the locker room, Ian just sauntered in and walked up to me. I'm gonna admit, it was a bit creepy. Here's some random twenty something year old walking up to me while I'm in my boxers, and he congratulates me on a good game. I thought he might start hitting on me, but, instead, he started talking about a way to help me get even better at soccer, and that if I let him he'd pull some strings to get me on the university's team. How could I pass that up? Of course, I asked him if he was talking about steroids or something, which I wasn't interested in, but he told me it had nothing to do with drugs. So, I said yes."

"And then?" Kevin asked.

"He asked me to hold out my hand, and I thought he was going to place whatever he was talking about in it. But, instead, he grabbed it and bit me."

"Woah. Just like that?"

"Yeah. I pulled it away from him and was like, 'What the hell, man?!' That's when he starts to shift, and, as soon as he's staring down at me in his werewolf form, I know that's what he was talking about."

Kevin was now intrigued. "So, what'd you do afterwards?"

"Well, after telling my parents I was going with the soccer team over to eat, Ian took me over to the house where he and the three other members of the pack live, but they weren't there when we arrived. I guess Ian had told them to find something to do while he helped me through the change. I went through the psychological changes you're going through now pretty quickly, and shifted physically about two hours after the bite. Then, I was a full fledged werewolf"

"Wait, it only took you two hours to completely shift?"

"Like I said, I probably gave you too little of my blood to turn you, and I was also bitten, which is a faster catalyst for the ability to set in."

"So, why didn't you just bite me? It'd have been way simpler than trying to get your blood on me."

Joseph threw his hands up in false amazement, and said sarcastically, "Well, now you tell me. All that trouble I went through! But honestly, I had to keep me being a werewolf a secret, else Ian might not have been very happy. But I think it's fine to let you in on the secret now that you're a part of the family. So, that's why I didn't just come up to you and bite you."

Kevin laughed. "Well, I don't know how happy Ian's going to be once he learns that you changed me instead of letting him do the honors."

"Oh, we'll cross that road once we come to it."

"Do your parents know about this?"

"What? No, of course not."

"Really?" Kevin said a bit astonished. "Why not?"

"Are you serious? We can turn into giant wolves at the thought of it, and we have some man practically controlling us. Don't you think they might freak out a bit?"

"Okay. I guess you're right." Kevin said, trying to subtly adjust himself. He'd slowly been getting hard the last couple minutes and was trying to keep his mind off how... pent up he felt was growing more difficult.

"So, Kevin... You remember that thing with Grace?" Joseph said, quickly changing topics and apparently not noticing his friend's growing discomfort.

"Y-yeah. You said she wasn't really that into you."

Joseph nodded. "Right... and the other girls I've been with... I mean, it's great. Like, really good! But... there's always been one thing that..." he trailed off.

Kevin took a deep breath, trying to relax. He wanted Joseph to finish what it was he was saying. He was taking too long to say it properly. Kevin pressed a palm against his forehead. Why was he getting so irritable?

"Kevin, I've gotta tell you this now, because I don't think I want to keep it to myself anymore." Joseph's eyes locked with Kevin's. There was an awkward moment, and Kevin slowly became aware of another subtle scent growing in the room. "Kevin, I don't know if I'm gay, but... I like you."

Kevin's skin started to itch. He scratched at his arms, trying to relieve the sensation. "Joseph... what the hell?"

"Look, I get it if this is strange for you, but you're my best bud. I love you, man. More than anyone else so far."

The sensation of burning in Kevin's skin returned. He grunted in discomfort, not noticing as Joseph leaned in. A hand gently wrapped around his head, turning him back to face Joseph, his nose nearly touching Kevin's. He looked back into his friend's green eyes. For a moment, everything seemed to stand still as Joseph leaned in closer, their lips touching for a moment. Kevin's heart started thumping in his chest, and for a second, he leaned closer towards Joseph as well.

Suddenly, a fire erupted within Kevin, the strange, protean energy welling up inside him again. He twitched away from Joseph, sliding off the couch as he clutched his gut. "Ghaaarrrrl!" he cried. It was worse, this time. He could feel the fire in his bones, a bright, deep-seated ache turning to stabbing pain. His heart began pounding in his ears, and even through the dull lens the pain forced on him he could feel his cock poking out of its sheath, teasing the waistband of his shorts.

A loud crack sounded though the room and blinding pain ignited in his right foot as a strange sensation followed and the skin on his foot began to swell. Everywhere his skin burned with that strange tingling, fur began to erupt, the cream-colored fur spreading outwards from his crotch and down the insides of his thighs, darkening as it went and turning to brown on his backside, along his shoulders, and across the outsides of his arms midway down to his wrist.

The odd nub above his butt twitched as the burning inside Kevin spread outwards. It seemed to surge outwards, painfully restricted by his shorts. He reached downwards with his hands, fumbling ineffectually at his belt.

"D-damn it!" he shouted.

"What? What is it?" Joseph asked.

Kevin tried to sit up. He caught a glimpse of his body, veins standing out over his arms, legs and chest, visible even under the thicker fur. The pain in his rear intensified. "My...my butt! Oh god-" he managed before another surge of growth made the pain in his ass intensify further.

Joseph seemed to get the idea, and Kevin felt his friend's hands move dangerously close to his crotch, deftly undoing the clasp and popping the buttons. An instant later, he pulled the shorts down, exposing Kevin's hardening member. He stared at the red nub sticking up from the furry sheath for a while.

"Dude!" Kevin started, "I didn't mean-" He cried out in pain again as another wave of bone crunching sounds rang in his head. His feet were on fire with pain, and he could feel his face pressing outwards slightly as his teeth lengthened against his lips. His eyes scrunched up in pain.

He could feel the tears running down his cheeks, getting caught in the thick beard on his jawline that had grown by inches mere moments before. The hair was more dense, feeling more like the fur sprouting from between his pecs, than bristly human hair. It covered the whole bottom half of his face in brown fur and the color slowly melted into grey as it extended down and around his throat, growing to just above his chest. The hair on his head also lengthened, growing down to his shoulders in the back, as the fur on his back and shoulders melded into the hair and along his neck, growing into his beard and making it look kind of like a mane.

The white inferno of pain grew as he felt every muscle in his body clench and relax repeatedly, all semblance of control gone. He felt his shoulders push back and widen as his chest was pushed forward and up, puffing further with muscle.

A hand came to rest behind his head, and another on his chest. "I'm here," he could hear Joseph say, "It'll pass, don't worry. I'm here."

Another series of crunching and grinding of the bones in his feet and toes made Kevin howl in pain. His eyes snapped open, feeling like they might explode out of his skull. Joseph was there, holding him in his lap, a concerned expression on his features.

"I'm sorry, I didn't think it was going to be this bad for you..."

Kevin whined as the energy in his body wavered for a moment, a brief interlude in the pain. It came out high-pitched, sounding exactly like a large husky's. "God it hurts," he managed after a minute.

Joseph wrapped both arms around his friend, his warmth seeming to deaden the pain some. Kevin could feel his friend's pulse, the closeness. It helped.

"You have an adorable tail," Joseph murmured, "Still kinda small, but cute. Suits your butt."

A final pop in his feet and tailbone, and the heat within him seemed to shrink inwards again, leaving Kevin feeling exhausted. The memory of the pain lingered, but in moments he was filled with a different kind of energy - his muscles twitched with it; he wanted to get outside. He wanted to run. He wanted to chase. He wanted to fuck.

He looked up at Joseph, whose gaze was fixed on Kevin's length.

"Fuck, that looks so good on you," he muttered. He pulled back enough to unbutton his shorts.

Joseph smelled so good, Kevin pulled his friend toward him and pressed his nose against Joseph's chest, breathing in his musky, earthy scent. He was going to be an excellent packmate. He shifted in Joseph's lap, and pressed his half-muzzle against Joseph's mouth. His tail started thumping against the floor as his packmate willfully returned the kiss.

Joseph shifted awkwardly under him, trying to get his pants off.

Kevin grinned. He pushed Joseph back suddenly, sandwiching him against the floor, grinding his crotch against his packmate's. He licked Joseph's pointed ear as Joseph's own bone began to grow.

The musk in the room grew thicker, and Joseph's body began to quiver. Kevin's short, narrow tail began wagging harder. His packmate was finally changing fro him. He could feel the fur growing across his friend's body, the muscles expanding, and the cock next to his growing to rival Kevin's own. The fur between their groins began to grow slick as the pre began to leak from Kevin's tool. He wanted to knot his friend. Now!

Joseph's hand found its way between them as his muzzle grew in and found Kevin's. He clasped both the hot fleshy rods in his grip, pressing the two pulsing shafts together and sending electric twinges of pleasure running through Kevin's body. A tongue pushed its way into Kevin's short, stunted muzzle, wrestling with Kevin's own inside.

Kevin shuddered as Joseph's claw-tipped fingers dug into his dick ever so slightly. He could feel his knot already pushing out of his sheath. He was ready to-

Kevin's eyes flew open, the odd mood disappearing from his mind in the blink of an eye. He pushed himself off Joseph, pulling the foreign tongue out of his mouth, and his meat out from Joseph's hand.

"DUDE!?"

Joseph lifted his head, cocked to one side. "Wh-what?"

"WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?!"

"Uh," Joseph said, glancing to one side, "I... I thought we were gonna..."

Kevin scrambled to his feet, falling back onto the couch as his center of balance shifted whenever he tried to put weight on his heels. He glanced down, finding large, broad, paw-like feet there instead of his toes. "What the hell happened to my feet?" he shouted at Joseph. The bones between his heel and the balls of his feet had lengthened, clearly no longer human. They were shaped more like paws but their width was much greater than a wolf's. The skin on the balls of his feet had thickened and turned black, like paw pads. His claws also seemed larger, more pointed.

Joseph sat up, wiping some errant drool from his snout. "Kevin, I... shit, this is awkward."

"You're damn right!" Kevin shouted, focusing his attention back on Joseph and trying to push himself to a standing position again.

Joseph stood and took a step towards Kevin.

"YOU STAY AWAY."

His friend seemed shocked by the command. "Are you okay? You... you still look ready to go," Joseph smirked.

Kevin glanced down at the red rocket between his legs, at full mast, a large blob of pre dripping down from its tip. He could feel himself turn bright red and scrambled to grab a pillow from the couch to cover himself. "What the hell was that, Joseph?"

"I told you, I... I like you, Kevin. I thought we could have some fun while you changed... and then a bit more after."

"No, I mean... oh my god, I was actually thinking of-"

"Of what?"

Kevin was horrified by the very idea. For a bit there, something in him was ready to get it on with Joseph. "What WAS that? I couldn't even-" He shuddered. Though, something about Joseph made him pretty fuckable. He shook his head. Where were these thoughts coming from?

"Oh, maybe that's a bit of pack instinct kicking in," Joseph said. "Ian mentioned something about sometimes getting a bit randy while you turn. That, or it's what he calls 'wolf brain.'"

Kevin glared at Joseph. "How could you DO that?"

"Do what?"

"If you knew that was happening... How could you just DO that to me? If I wasn't in control?"

Joseph stood there for a minute. "I... thought you were into it."

Kevin glared at Joseph. Why wouldn't his dick go down? "Argh!" he grunted, his rod twitching with need as he tried to keep himself from humping into the pillow. Joseph's scent was still everywhere, soaking into his head... It was kind of nice. It was his friend's smell. His packmate's smell... and it smelled good.

Kevin shuddered. He... he really wanted to grab Joseph and- No! He couldn't do that! It would be... it would be so hot.

Kevin surged up off the couch towards Joseph again, pillow and restraint falling away as something switched in his head. All he wanted now was to be close to Joseph, to be near him, and to stick his cock up Joseph's ass. The two of them fell to the ground again, rolling to the middle of the room. Joseph resisted for a moment, clearly confused, but gave in as Kevin ground his need into his packmate's crotch again. "F-fuck..." was all Kevin managed to get out.

"Kevin," Joseph murmured into Kevin's furry chest, faltering once more. "You... you're not feeling right."

"Gotta... Don't care," Kevin panted, "gotta fuck."

Joseph grabbed Kevin's shoulders and heaved his friend up, his arms and chest flexing magnificently. "Kevin! I can't DO this!" He pushed Kevin off to one side.

"Joseph-"

"No!" Joseph said, sternly. "I... I'm sorry for before." He sat up, and shook his head. "I... I should have waited until you'd finished."

"But..."

"You're not yourself right now," Joseph said over Kevin's protest, "so I'll just... wait, I guess. If it ever happens, I... I want YOU to want it." He stood up, making no effort to hide his glistening, erect maleness. "I'm gonna go take care of this," he muttered, heading towards the bathroom.

Kevin watched Joseph go, whining a little as his packmate vanished from sight. The urge to stick his dick in something was still strong, and he did still want to go outside, to run. To chase. To mate.

He flipped onto his front, and pushed himself up onto his toes, balancing easily, now, on his newly reshapen feet. The deadbolt pulled, he fumbled briefly with the doorknob, trying to get his clawed fingers around the object. His new hand paws made it awkward but eventually he managed to turn the knob, and open the door. The cool, sweet scent of night air washed over him. A couple streetlights had turned on but the quiet road was fairly dark. Kevin breathed in the air, and took a couple steps outside before falling to all fours and galloping off up the road towards the nearby park.

* * * *

Joseph wandered out from the bathroom, human and nude, a few minutes later. He peeked around the corner of the stairs, looking down to where he'd left Kevin. "Hey Kev? You wanna toss me my shorts?" He shivered in the cool air.

Not hearing a reply, he stuck his head out further to see the front door wide open. "Oh, shit, please say he didn't..." He concentrated for a moment, shifting partway to allow his sense of smell to sharpen. Sure enough, Kevin's scent was fading. "Oh, shit."

* * * *

Kevin had no idea how much time had passed since he'd bolted. That didn't matter much though, because he was slowly losing his mind. Every time he switched into wolf-brain, as Joseph had described it, it lasted longer. He was terrified of losing himself to the animal that Joseph had stuck inside him. He clearly remembered chasing a couple squirrels, and a couple times he'd caught the scent of a female in heat. Lucky for him, he'd been jolted out of his wolf-brain before he could act on it.

He shifted, the rough bark of the tree behind him scratching an itch in his shoulder. He picked a small twig from between his comically oversized paws. He was surprised at how little running around on them bothered him - his human feet would have been way too sensitive to even step on the pavement without at least socks.

Kevin breathed in again. There was still the hint of some animal nearby, likely a dog or something. He frowned. The wolf-brain's instincts were starting to spill over, somehow he knew from the strange spiciness of the smell that it was a female in heat... which brought him to his next issue.

His penis still was begging for attention. It had gone down, and up again each time the wolf took over, and he was starting to worry that the next time he surfaced from the ocean of animal instinct, he'd be balls-deep in someone's pet. He sighed. That left only one other option. Well, two, but Joseph wasn't around at the moment. Plus he still wasn't sure if he wanted to do that with his best friend. How would it change their relationship? What if he actually liked guys? What would his parents say?

He slowly brought his hand down to his proud maleness. Another drop of pre was forming at the tip, the pent up need aching to escape. The callouses on his hand were rough on the sensitive skin of his cock, the precum not providing much lubrication. Instinctually, Kevin leaned forward as far as he could reach, his nose mere inches from the end of his dick. Tentatively, he opened his mouth and extended his tongue. A new flavor exploded into his mouth, musky and dank, the taste of his own cock. He shuddered as the bumpy texture of his flattened tongue teased the end of his need. He was rewarded with another oozing pearl of the clear, sticky liquid. Kevin brought his hand up to the end of his dick, licking the tip and his finger pads as he did, generously coating as much as he could with his saliva. He pumped his hand slowly, while teasing the end with his tongue, swirling it around the sensitive tip. He'd been ready for hours, and he could tell he wasn't going to last long at this rate.

Kevin tensed as he came closer to release. He clenched his hand at the base of his cock, just below his knot. He could feel his balls tensing, his furry sack drawing closer to his body just before the need building up in his crotch all day finally exploded outwards. A shot of yellow cream sprayed across his face, on his nose, over an eye, and all across his tongue. The flavor of musky, salty sex burst into his mind, the smell and the taste overwhelming him. He collapsed backwards, thrusting his hips up into the air as his red prick shot arc after arc of the strong smelling, dark yellow seed through the air.

He lay there, basking in the afterglow, not caring that his wolf spunk was slowly running down his face. It had been short, but still just as mind-numbingly amazing as the last time. He swallowed the bit of the cum in his mouth, idly wondering if Joseph tasted the same... Yeah, he could probably go with Joseph if he was still into it.

Kevin twitched as he heard a sound several yards away. He flipped onto his front and pushed himself up on all fours, sniffing the air and slowly padding towards the source of the sound, wolf-brain again in command, Joseph once again forgotten. The werewolf rubbed at its face with the back of a paw. Something wet and sticky was there, and it was starting to bug him. Again, the sounds came from the bushes, a bit closer this time, and they were peaking Kevin's curiosity. He shook any last drops of the sticky liquid from his face and bound off deeper into the trees in search of some fun.

* * * *

Joseph was driving around the city, slowly combing the streets for any large animals or shadows hiding around in the dark. He hated that he had to sneak his car out of the driveway without telling his parents where he was going, but, even more, he hated that he had decided to call Ian and explain to him everything that was going on. Even through the phone, Ian's alpha dominance sounded in his voice, causing Joseph to bow his head and practically cower away from the phone. Ian had told Joseph that since he'd created the problem he had to go and fix it, alone.

"Just think as a wolf would," Ian had said to him. Joseph repeated those words to himself as he scoured the neighborhoods for Kevin. He knew Kevin was horny, and Joseph followed his nose to every scent that attracted him, but still Kevin was nowhere to be found. Kevin's scent was also hard to pinpoint, probably because he had gone down strange paths that only a werewolf could follow. However, as Joseph began to reach the outskirts of town, he once again caught Kevin's scent, and this time it was strong. Joseph felt his maleness twitch in his shorts, and immediately knew he was following the scent of Kevin's spunk. He grinned. Now he had a clear idea as to where Kevin was, all he had to do now was follow his nose and soon he'd find his friend.

* * * *

Kevin, meanwhile, was following a scent of his own. He was slinking through the trees as stealthily as he could, catching sight of his prey: a well-sized doe having a late night meal. He licked his chops as he devised a plan to take down the animal.

He had spent the better part of the last hour running around the forest chasing after all kinds of small woodland creatures as a sort of game only his wolf-brain knew the rules to. Every slight moment of human thought he had, he would be left wondering how well he could move through the forest, even though he was still half-human. He thought about how much more he still had to change before he would be a full werewolf, but the thought would vanish as another sound would make his ears twitch, his head turn, and his body scurry away into the treeline. That was, until he heard his stomach growl, and his mind immediately turned to finding him something to eat.

Kevin would have been fine grabbing a burger or a sandwich to eat, but his wolf-brain had other ideas. It had been a few minutes, but Kevin had finally managed to come across a lone doe in the middle of the forest. His wolf-brain covered all the grounds, sniffing around in case there were hidden bucks roaming around the area. He sensed no other deer in the vicinity and almost felt bad for the poor animal before he began concocting the best way to end its life.

He decided to take the stealthy approach; no use in letting such an easy meal slip from between his paws. He circled the animal, trying to find the best vantage point to attack from, and finally settled on a spot on the deer's left side. He could tell that the deer knew something was up, but the wolf inside knew a little patience would go a long way. Then, as the deer turned away from Kevin's hiding spot, he took his chance and lunged, claws forward and his mouth open wide.

He dug his claws into the side of the deer before she knew what was happening and then tore his fangs into her neck, blood spurting out into his mouth. He held on as the deer began to thrash about, a final attempt at life as her life slowly drained from the wounds Kevin was creating in the animal. A few minutes later, as the deer lay on the ground, its last weak attempts at escape nothing more than slight twitches, Kevin let the animal's neck out of his mouth as he moved around to the belly where all the good pieces of meat are found.

He clawed at the side, scraping away all the fur and grass, before sinking his fangs into the creature and taking a huge bite into his mouth. The warm blood ran down his face, soaking his beard as he dug his face deeper into the deer's body. Kevin hadn't tasted anything this tasty and savory since the last time he had eaten a steak, yet that still didn't compare to the immense flavor he was tasting right now.

A few more bites into the deer, Kevin's human mind took control, once again, just as he had taken another bite into his mouth. There was no easy way for him to comprehend what was laying in front of him and why he was eating from it, but he quickly spat out the meat in his mouth and slowly backed away from the body. He looked down at his hands, which were covered in blood and the deer's short fur.

He had...killed a deer...with his bare hands. He knew it was probably inevitable in the long run, but he hadn't even completely shifted and already he was a killing machine. Tears welled up in his eyes for a few seconds, waves of sorrow and remorse passing through his mind, before he shook his head, stood on all fours, and started walking away from the lifeless deer. He had no time for remorse. Who knew how dangerous he was to everyone while his "wolf-brain" was in control? He didn't know if it would understand not to hurt a human, but he couldn't take that chance. He had to get back home and away from anyone who could possibly become his next meal, if he got hungry enough.

He started walking back the way he'd come, when he suddenly caught a familiar scent on the wind, coming from where he'd had his sexy time. "Joseph!" he thought, immediately bounding towards his friend's scent. If anyone could help him right now, it was Joseph.

* * * *

Joseph parked his car on the side of the road and killed the engine. Kevin's scent was growing stronger as he tramped into the woods. He'd been this way, fairly recently, chasing something. Joseph picked up his pace, regretting that he hadn't taken off his shoes so he could shift properly.

Just then, a huge shape came crashing out of the bushes, barreling into Joseph, and sending the two of them to the ground. He looked up and saw Kevin clinging to him.

"Kev? You okay man?"

"Joseph... take me home, quickly, before it takes over again."

Joseph sniffed the air. A metallic tang hung there. Blood? He sat up, pushing Kevin back onto his haunches. His friend was covered completely in blood and bits of fur. "Come on," he said quietly, "my car's parked back this way."

The drive home was awkwardly silent. Joseph drove back to Kevin's place the quickest way he knew while trying to avoid streets that might have the odd passerby. After all, his passenger was buck naked, and streaked with drying blood. Not exactly inconspicuous.

Joseph kept trying to think of something to say, but all the words he managed to assemble in his head sounded strange and clumsy, and Kevin wasn't talking at all. He'd obviously taken down some kind of big animal, and it was likely he'd been in full 'wolf-brain' mode at the time.

They parked in the driveway of Kevin's house, and Joseph passed his jacket to Kevin. "Come on," Joseph said, "you can get cleaned up inside." Kevin followed Joseph, still not speaking. Once inside, Joseph sat himself down on the couch while Kevin went upstairs to the bathroom.

Joseph sighed, and shifted his dick in his pants. It'd been hard the entire ride home, Kevin's musky scent hanging in the air. It'd probably linger in the car for weeks... not that he'd mind driving with a boner. He yawned, and shuffled upstairs to knock on the bathroom door. "Hey Kev?" he shouted over the sounds of the running water.

"Yeah?"

"Where's the spare blanket? I'm gonna crash here, if you don't mind."

A pause. "It's... just in the hall closet."

"Okay. I'm just gonna sleep on the couch downstairs." He stepped away from the door.

"You..." Kevin's voice died off.

"Hm?"

"You can sleep in my room. If you want."

"I... I don't think that's a good idea, given what happened earlier."

The shower cut off and clawed footfalls sounded across the floor. The door clicked and opened, revealing only a sliver of Kevin's face. "No, it's... it's fine. I'd..." Kevin paused and took a long breath. "I'd like it if you stayed in my room tonight. Just... close by. I think I might freak out if you aren't around."

Joseph nodded. "Okay. I'll bring some of the couch cushions up then."

Kevin nodded and closed the door. The sounds of the shower soon followed. Joseph sighed and went to get the blanket from the closet.

* * * *

Kevin finally decided he was clean after what felt like an eternity scrubbing at his skin and fur, trying to get the blood off and wiping the memory of the kill from his body. He'd picked his claws and fur clean and just stood under the warm spray until it had turned cold. He tried to towel himself off, but the fur held more water than he'd expected, so he decided to shake it out, sending water droplets flying around the room. He finally cleaned off the dried semen streaking the mirror and stared at himself with the towel around his waist, his short tail tenting it in the back in an odd way.

He stared at his eyes, now more gold than brown, and wondered: were these the eyes of a killer? He didn't want to turn into some kind of feral beast-man, running wild and wreaking havoc in the night like so many werewolves did in stories. He'd just be content spending time with Joseph, or someone else like he was now, and hanging out in their werewolf forms.

Kevin hung up his towel to dry, left the bathroom, and walked down the hall to his room. Joseph was on the floor, the couch cushions laid out next to Kevin's bed. He was under the blanket, a foot sticking out at the end, and was fast asleep. Knowing Joseph was going to be next to him eased his mind, and he somehow knew his wolf-brain was going to be calm tonight. He quietly maneuvered around Joseph, so he wouldn't wake him up, and climbed into bed. He curled up on his side, snuggling his face into his furry shoulder, and sniffed the air in his room. He caught the his scent, which was now dampened by the smell of soap and shampoo, and Joseph's musky scent, which both swirled in his mind, putting him at ease as he quickly drifted off to sleep.