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After a week of "practicing", as his father had put it, Tommy was starting to get the hang of being a werewolf.

One of the first things he learned was how to play video games while he was a wolf. Holding the controller was a bit of a chore at the beginning, with the claws on his thumbs having a tendency to slip off the buttons, but within a few days he had figured out a grip that worked well for him. And with better reflexes, he found himself getting to higher levels than he could just a couple weeks ago.

Of course, that wasn't the only thing he was working on. Each night after dinner, he and his dad would head into the garage, where the two of them worked on the really important stuff. The first couple of nights were spent on just switching back and forth between Tommy's human and wolf forms. The boy found it a fair bit easier to change into a wolf than it was to change back - especially since he invoked the change the first few times by fantasizing about Ryan naked. Of course, doing it in front of dad meant he'd end up embarrasingly covering up the bright red canine erection that would pop out above the elastic of his underwear with his furry hands. Fortunately, his father didn't think anything of it beyond the fact that it was a boy going through puberty getting erections just because, but he did eventually learn to change without resorting to pubescent fantasies, which made things a lot less awkward between them.

And at the end of each night, Tommy would head to his bedroom, change into his lupine form if he wasn't there already, lay on top of his bed, and paw off furiously. The orgasms that he got after a night of deprivation made his ears twitch with their intensity.

Later on in the week, Tommy and his father got to the task of trying to give his wolf form some capacity to speak. It was frustrating, almost demeaning, for a boy moving on to 7th grade to have to recite "Mary Had a Little Lamb" over and over again, but progress was made. By the end of the week, Tommy's lupine muzzle was able to maneuver its way around simple words, even though he still had issues with anything that required the use of his long, wolfish tongue.

There were other tests, too. At one point, Tommy's father got one of his old silver watches and placed it around his wrist - it burned on contact, and left an angry red mark on the boy's skin for an entire day. They ate chocolate candy bars for dessert on another night, and much to Tommy's relief there were no ill effects. Tommy's appetite had certainly changed, though, to the point where he was practically retching at the smell of vegetables but eating more steak and chicken and pork chops than both his parents combined.

The only thing that wasn't fun about the whole thing was how Tommy couldn't play with anyone else. His other friends were still out of town, and the one friend that was once available to him was now forbidden from coming over.

But the one thing Tommy's parents didn't count on was how determined Ryan was to get back with his new friend. And just five minutes after Tommy was left alone for another furry morning of video games, there was a knock at the front door.

He sighed plaintively, returning to his human form while he paused his game and threw on some clothes. He walked up to the front door, and stood on his tiptoes to peer through the peephole. Sure enough, Ryan was standing there, with a hopeful expression on his face. It sure didn't look like Ryan knew what he'd done to suddenly be banned from playing with Tommy.

Ryan could hear Tommy's footsteps as he approached the doorway. "Tommy, are you home?" he asked.

Tommy sighed again, opening the door. Just the sight of Ryan's face made Tommy's heart beat a little faster, but he couldn't do anything about it. "Hi Ryan."

"Hi Tommy!"

"What are you doing here?"

"I just wanted to see if you could play today."

"Ryan... my dad said I can't play with you anymore."

"Why not?"

Tommy didn't want to hear that question, because it was going to be the hardest to answer. "Look, it's a long story. He just doesn't want me playing with you - or anyone, really."

"Are you sick?" Ryan asked.

"No, I'm not sick. Just... go back home, OK?"

"But..." Ryan put on his best pouty face. He must've practiced it for days. "...there's nobody else around here to play with. I'm lonely."

"I know. I'm sorry."

"We can't play at all?"

"Ryan, stop it."

"What if we just went to the park for, like, an hour? It's not like anyone would know."

"Ryan, I don't..." Tommy stopped in mid-sentence when his brain worked out what Ryan was offering. For the first time in a week, Tommy had the chance to go outside, to escape the enclosure he'd been cooped up in for so long. The wolf inside twinged at the prospect of finally being able to run free. "Well, maybe for an hour. But we have to be back before my parents come home, OK?"

"OK! Let's go!" Ryan grabbed Tommy by the hand and practically yanked him out of the doorway. Tommy could barely get the front door closed before they were off to the park.

But once they were out in the open, it was Tommy who couldn't help but start running to the park. A tremendous sense of liberation washed over him as he nearly sprinted down the sidewalk. Ryan did his best to stay with him, but being younger than Tommy already made it tough for him to keep pace without the older boy's sudden burst of energy. Tommy actually had to stand around impatiently and wait for his friend to catch up, panting heavily as he finally made it.

"So what do you want to do?" Ryan asked when he finally caught his breath.

"Let's go into the woods," Tommy suggested, taking off once again to the throng of trees in the corner of the park grounds.

"Hey! Wait up!" Ryan shouted, frustrated at how Tommy kept leaving him behind.

When Tommy arrived at the wooded area, it almost felt like he was going to church. The sound of dead pine needles and leaves crunching under his feet were music to his ears. The smells of bark and moist soil played around in his nostrils. He felt at home - or at least, part of him did. He went as deep into the woods as he could, as far away from the rest of the park as possible.

Ryan came a minute or so later, even more out of breath than before. "Let's stop here, OK? I don't wanna run anymore."

Tommy chuckled. "Fine. I like it here anyway."

"So why did your dad say we can't play anymore?"

Tommy sat up against a tree trunk. "You know a couple weeks ago when we met? And you were doing things like showing me your private parts?"

Ryan sat down next to him. "Yeah..."

"And then a few days later, when we went to the pool, and we were talking about playing around with it?"

"Yeah..."

"Well, Dad found out about that stuff. And he said he didn't want me doing things like that with you. He says you're too young."

Ryan pouted. "Sorry. I didn't mean to get you in trouble."

"It's OK. I probably shouldn't have told you anything."

"No, I'm glad you did. I play with my horn every night now, and it feels great!"

Tommy's heart skipped a beat.

"It's like, it starts off all small and floppy, and then when I start thinking about playing with it, it starts getting all big and hard, all by itself. And then I put my hand around it..."

Tommy felt his own organ start to stiffen up.

"...and it starts to feel better and better. And then, after a few minutes, it's like my horn starts dancing! And it feels like a big tickle all over my body when it happens."

By the end of Ryan's description, Tommy was sticking out so far in his shorts that the outline was clearly visible, pointing straight up at the rest of his body.

"Are you getting a horn now?"

"Ryan, we need to stop talking about this. If we don't... I might get in trouble again."

"But nobody's around. And I really want to see your horn."

"Stop calling it that! It's not a horn."

"I know it's not, silly. I read it in a book. It's called a... a penis. Right?"

Tommy nodded nervously. "Yeah, that's right."

"So can I see yours?"

"Ryan..."

"Please?"

Emotions were at war with each other in Tommy's mind. The fear of being caught. The fondness he had for Ryan after a week away. The wolf inside scratching at the door. The paranoia of changing in front of his friend. And in the middle of it all, his blooming libido won out.

Tommy stood up for a moment, unbuttoning his shorts, as Ryan looked on in anticipation. With shaky hands, Tommy began to slowly lower both his shorts and his underwear together. When Tommy's swollen organ was finally visible, Ryan had a look of awe on his face that was normally reserved for a rocket launch or a grand slam.

"Wow..." Ryan gasped. "It's so big!" He put his face right up to the head, staring it down. "I'll bet this thing dances like crazy when you play with it!"

"Uhh... yeah. It does." Tommy was ready to zip back up when he heard Ryan's next question.

"Can I touch it?"

Tommy stood there, shorts wrapped around his knees, his 4-inch pecker sticking out like a turnstile, reacting to an offer he both yearned for and dreaded. He could feel his lupine need for self-preservation doing everything it could to slam the brakes on the whole encounter. But Tommy was 12 years old, and the combination of being stuck in the house for so long, being away from Ryan for the same amount of time, and the fact that his friend was close enough to his dick to put his mouth around it proved impossible to resist.

"Go for it."

A curious hand reached for Tommy's stiff length. As the distance closed from inches to millimeters, Tommy could barely breathe, the anticipation so intense. When Ryan's index finger finally touched the back of Tommy's shaft, it was almost enough to make Tommy cum right then and there. Instead, Tommy winced in pleasure, falling forward enough to make him place his hands on Ryan's shoulders for balance.

Ryan continued investigating the organ, delicate touches rather than the deliberate strokings that Tommy desperately wanted. When he finally wrapped his hand around Tommy's length, the older boy felt every nerve in his body buzz with a strange mixture of ecstacy and panic. He struggled to fight the change, inwardly pleading to have one moment with his friend without the wolf coming out. Let me have this... he screamed in his mind. Just this once...

Meanwhile, Ryan's hands were getting more and more playful. Using his right hand to stroke the base while the left was gently rubbing the head, it wasn't long before a fluid unfamiliar to Ryan began to seep out of the tip. "What's this?" He pulled the string of precum off end of Tommy's dick and marveled at the way it stretched out.

He couldn't see how Tommy was getting more and more flustered, his body fighting furiously against the transformation that started to itch at the insides of his skin. At the same time, Tommy couldn't see how Ryan inspected the dribble of pre that still sat on his fingertip, then gave it a lick. With his first taste of Tommy's pre-cum, Ryan quickly decided he wanted more, squeezing the head of the tube to allow another big drop of the clear fluid to ooze onto his fingers. After getting another big taste, Ryan finally came to the conclusion that there was an easier way. Without any second thoughts, Ryan stuck his tongue out and began licking at the sensitive underside of Tommy's penis.

Tommy began to whimper. His resolve was already starting to slip, but when he felt the tongue on his cock, he shuddered both in pleasure and reflex. His ears were getting longer, his hands hairier, and his canines tingled as they announced their desire to grow. Down below, he felt his balls plumping up, and the first indications of a tail sprouting from above his asscrack. He still had a fingerhold on humanity, just the slightest grip on the wolf that was primed to take control - but when he felt Ryan's mouth close innocently around his shaft and begin sucking on it, there was no more holding back.

It was such an intense climax that even as Tommy's mouth snapped violently into a muzzle, snarls of increasingly lower register tumbled out, ecstasy flooding his brain. Ryan was unprepared for the streams of jism that volleyed out of Tommy's cock - which turned red and tapered, the bulbous knot surging out, even as the shots continued to fire - and sputtered and choked on the ounces of semen that flooded his mouth. Fur swept across the Tommy's entire body in a matter of seconds, his tail wagging excitedly in the waning moments of the orgasm. By the time it was over, Ryan had a face painted with Tommy's seed, while Tommy had collapsed on his back in front of the younger boy, regaining his composure after both the transformation and the explosion.