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"So, do I need to tell you a shitty horror story, or..."

Victor wasn't really expecting an affirmative answer: the six-pack of beer Ben had pulled out of the back of the pick-up truck was enough of an answer of what they were going to actually get up to this evening. Arthur Butcher had seemed like a cool guy: he'd driven to meet him and Ben at the station, brought them to Lightpool, bought them beer and let his brother drive his truck get them out to a clearing in the woods outside of town.

"Nah," Ben said, "this place is spooky enough." Ben definitely looked like his brother: they had the same short, tawny hair, the same facial structures, and the same physique, which had played to his advantage on the Saturday five-a-side rugby; the only real difference was that Ben was half a foot shorter and had lighter brown eyes. "It's supposed to be haunted," he said. As if on cue, a forlorn howl echoed through the night sky.

Sitting next to the crackling fire, Victor glanced up at the night sky, the moon just slightly waning. The weather reports had threatened the possibility of rain, but they'd lucked out and it hadn't happened. In fact, it felt relatively pleasant: it was just cloudy enough to be atmospheric, while leaving it still bright enough to see, and although it was quite chilly the fire had dispelled most of the ill effects.

Victor felt a gentle tug as he pulled the black woollen hat off his recently-shaved head,taking the can Ben had offered him. He probably shouldn't have shaved his head this close to winter, but really short hair seemed to be in at the moment, and the green-dyed hair had been a constant reminder of Emily. Victor had been able to save himself from the hair, but it was Ben's suggestion to come along with him when he went home for the weekend that had really kept him from going batshit after finding out she'd been giving it up pretty regularly to guys that weren't him.

"You don't happen to have a girl in the back of the truck do you?" Victor asked, immediately regretting it: given how small Ben's home village was, he was probably related closely to about half of them. "Oh well," he thought, "this can isn't my first of the night."

Ben chuckled, answering, "Who? The ten year old twins, or Mrs McGinty?" Victor groaned, shaking her head as Ben imitated the old, buxom woman, "Oh, Victor, Victor! You're as good at that as my boys!"

Victor shuddered, asking with a drunkard's lack of inhibition, "She doesn't really fuck her sons, does she?"

Ben laughed out loud, the sound echoing through the quiet night air, "Ha! God no!" He elaborated unnecessarily, "Besides, only a couple of them are her actual sons, the rest were just strays she took in here and there.She's basically the old woman who lived in the shoe, only her 'children' are grown-up."

"Weird!" Victor mumbled, slurping loudly at his beer.

"Did you actually want to tell ghost stories?" Ben asked, stretching out far enough that his head disappeared behind one of the two tents. That had been the first thing that Ben had insisted they do, before it got even darker: the sun set ridiculously early this time of year. "I mean, I probably know some. Not a lot you can do in a place like this but get drunk or high and share a lot of bullshit stories..."His voice trailed off.

Victor mulled it over, crushing his canand reaching for another. "Sure, why not," he said, shrugging non-committally. To himself, he added, "Anything's better than sitting here listening to my thoughts echo around my head."

"Let's see," Ben mused, sitting up to stroke his slightly unkempt facial hair. He grinned, "Yeah, now that I say that, I'm fucking drawing a complete blank. Well, not exactly, but, uh, it seems kind of in poor taste. My brother met the guy, you see."

"Does he want to tell it himself or something?" Victor asked, tapping his sneaker-clad feet up and down idly.

"Oh, no," Ben elaborated. "It's just that it's not just some bullshit thing from a hundred years ago or whatever. Some guy came here one day, during the summer I think. Art picked him up from the station:he was supposed to pick up me, but I got stuck. Anyway, the guy wanted to just wander around, and they sent him out this way. That was the last time anyone ever saw him."

Drinking some more, Victor argued, "If someone goes missing like that, it's going to end up in the news." Before Ben had mentioned where he was from, just before this trip, Victor had never even heard of Lightpool. If it had been in the news, he was sure he'd recognise it.

"Maybe you just missed it?" Ben offered. "I don't remember it getting much playtime in the news. It's not like a little girl or whatever."

Victor wanted to disagree: there was nothing the news people liked better than making a spectacle, and someone going missing from a small town was a pretty big story, even if it was just some adult guy. He grunted; Emily, the fucking bitch, went to work for the loonies at The Guardian. Why did he have to think about that now, when he was having a good time?

"But anyway," Ben interrupted Victor's misery, resuming his tale, "around that time we started to get reports of the Lightpool Wolf."

"The what?" Victor guffawed. "It's probably just a wild dog, or a really big fox or something."

"Some of the farmer's sheep have been disappearing," Ben informed him, "and some calves; people have also heard him howling. The thinking is, this guy just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time, maybe tried to rescue the wolf from a trap or something, and in return..." Running his finger across his throat, Ben finished his story.

Victor pushed up on his knees: he'd emptied two cans, and with the bottles he'd drunk earlier, his bladder was getting full.Rolling onto his feet, he jabbed, "I'm going to piss, when you get back, you'd better have better stories to share than that." With that, he turned, walking away from the fire, and into the looming darkness.

He had a nice buzz, but wasn't stupid drunk; he didn't intend on going too far, just out enough that Ben didn't get a flash of his cock as he fished it out after pulling down his zipper. He'd gone commando - out of a lack of clean clothes than some kind of personal preference - and so it spilled out, half-chubbed and pissing away nearly as soon as it had popped out. Grunting in satisfaction, Victor enjoyed the small satisfaction he got from his strained bladder emptying.

After a while, he winced; his urethra felt strange, almost itchy. He'd felt something similar, but not quite as bad, one time he was with Emily and needed to pee right after fucking her.He swore, a little louder than he intended, as he wondered whether that bitch had given him something with all her whoring around behind his back. As his head started to pound, Victor wondered if maybe this trip had been a mistake. If he was coming down with something, sitting out in the middle of nowhere on a cold night probably wasn't going to do him any favours.

With some relief, Victor's bladder had emptied sufficiently for the stream to reduce to a trickle; that seemed to make his dick feel less annoyed, but still surprisingly bloated. He reached up, wiping some sweat from his intensely warm forehead. "How the fuck did this hit me all of a sudden?" he wondered, half-tucking his manhood back into his jeans before heading back to the fire, staggering slightly as he went: even his muscles didn't seem to want to go easy on him.

Victor collapsed by the fire in front of his tent; Ben had disappeared somewhere - he could hear someone rummaging around by the truck,and guessed it was him - so took the liberty of taking the last of the beer cans for himself. "If I'm going to be sick," he rationalised, "I'm going to at least try to get drunk enough to forget about it."

The cool fluid, with its oddly smoky after-taste, was pretty pleasant: being a student, Victor couldn't be too picky with what booze he could afford, and this stuff was free care of Ben's brother.Leaning back, he allowed his legs to sprawl, his back resting against one of the sleeping bags that hadn't yet been unrolled. Victor was glad he'd gotten Ben to relent on not having to set up everything.

Sprawled out on the ground, Victor unzipped his jacket. The fever that had washed over him made his clothes feel tight, and he scratched at his skin through his shirt. Wet patches ran down from under his armpit: he was sweating furiously, with stinging drips running into his eyes, making his vision blurry from excessive blinking.

Reaching up to wipe his brow, Victor noticed it felt puffy and swollen, like it was blistering from the fiery fever burning through him. Thebreathleaving his lungs smoked in the cool air, billowing out into a cloud that quickly disappeared into the darkness. He grimaced: everything in his face was throbbing. His shirt was sticking to his body, a dark wet stain spreading out from around his neck like a sweaty bib. The sweat meandered throughout the threads, the white material showing the slight bulges of his pectorals, which quivered as he was wracked with a sudden cough.

Victor moaned; his irritated cock was becoming uncontrollably erect, worming its way out of his unzipped jeans. He was annoyed, he thought he'd grown out of those random boners he'd gotten when he was much younger; and it wasn't like he was going to get a chance to do anything about it on this trip, at least until later when they went to bed. "Maybe I should just tell Ben I'm going to bed," he wondered. "I am feeling bloody awful, and maybe having a good wank and rest will make me feel better."

"Ben?" he called out, jaw aching. "I think - I feel like shit, so I'm going to sleep, alright?" He didn't get any reply: not even the crickets seemed to be out tonight.Looking up at the sky, he saw the moon looming large and full, like a giant, blind eye staring right into him. He felt very unsettled; the moon hadn't been full before: he remembered checking a couple of weeks ago, trying to decide on a costume for a party he was supposed to go to a Halloween party with Emily, and was wondering how many werewolves were likely to turn up.

Thinking of Emily made Victor clench his fist; immediately screaming in pain as sharp claws dug into the soft flesh of his hand. Blood ran down his arm as he lifted it to survey the damage he'd done to himself. The veins in his arms were bulging, the skin stretched and looking discoloured. From the tips of his fingers, which had split open, were large, sharp black claws: around them on the flesh of the swollen tips were short strands of peppery fur.

"What the fuck?" he screamed, struggling to his feet. His head was still pounding, which made concentrating difficult, and the pain in his hand slowed him down. The skin on that arm, now that it had been pierced, peeled off from where his claws had burst through, as well as where he'd inadvertently punctured himself. A thin piece of skin fell away, rough paw pads covering the skin. The back of his hand quickly followed as the swelling in his fingers spread down, the whole hand growing huge.

As Victorsurveyed it back to front, he glanced at the other, a brief twinge of pain throbbing through the swelling tips of those fingers.It was almost cartoonish the way they bulged, before fingernails and skin snapped off like the top of a jack-in-the-box, more jet black claws and grey fur poking out.

Victor tried to stay upright, but his back wouldn't let him do anything else but hunch over. He clenched both fists - carefully this time - and watched the tears in his skin run up his forearmas he pushed up his sleeves. Victor had been in decent shape, being young and pretty outgoing, but now his forearms were swelling up, the strips of muscle under his skin, and the thick veins causing the fur to bulge out almost obscenely.

"Fuck, I'm turning into a werewolf!" Victor stated, watching as his forearms kept swelling up. His biceps seemed to be growing in, too,the leather of his jacket feeling tight and uncomfortable. Victor's mind reeled: this was impossible, you couldn't just turn into a werewolf. He wondered if this was just some vivid dream, and he'd passed out in front of the fire, or was hallucinating from whatever sickness he'd contracted. None of that seemed to sit well with him:it felt way too real.

A coughing fit hit him again; Victor hunched over even more, his lips stretching while being splattered with blood. Something rattled around in his mouth: holding his paws out, he spit. Teeth that had come loose rolled around in his hairy mitts as they shook, before he let them drop into the dirt. Letting his tongue explore the cavities, he felt the tips of sharp fangs slowly - though very fast when it came to growing new teeth - and managed to knock a few other loose ones out, hacking them up as his lungs protested against the changes. That wasn't the only changes to happen to his mouth: his swollen face was pushing out, filling up more of his vision.The bones in his jaw crackled as his nose was pulled along for the ride. Involuntarily, he panted, his tongue sliding out over the sharp teeth growing in the front of his mouth, lolling out longer, saliva dripping and running over his lips.

The button on the top of his pants popped loose, flying into the darkness. Victor's cock bulged out, throbbing hot and red, much redder than it should be. Beneath the surface of his erection, he could feel changes even hitting him there: the skin of his manhood painfully throbbed, bulging as his new shaft pushed the remnants of his human one to their limit.

He began to sway on his feet, which hadn't been left alone by Victor's unexpected metamorphosis. They ached, stretching the material of his sneakers as they bulged. Spasms in the muscles of his legs made it hard to remain upright. Fortunately, his new paws seemed more than able to support him, turning slightly to avoid falling into the slowly-dying,neglected fire. The thud on the ground caused more of the human skin clinging to his arms to pull away, hanging from flaps under the armpits that were squeezing together tightly.

Claws cut through his shoes, as Victor struggled to get out of them. The balls of his feet had swollen, nearly to the size of his huge paws, pushing the stretching bones of his feet into the worn-down padding at the back of his sneakers. Grimacing, he found out they weren't what was going to give way first: the skin of his dick had taken all the deformation it could withstand, and spilt, causing him to scream out.Bending his head down, he tried looking over the start of what he guessed would be his muzzle; he saw a thick canine dick, blood-red and pulsing, wrapped in the more-familiar cock-skin. The veins along his length pulsed as the exposed flesh glistened in the dull light of the fire. It throbbed: Victor panted, an intense arousal working its way into his mind through the cracks in the pain.

Reaching down, he gave his manhood - or should that be a wolfhood, he wondered - a gentle squeeze. The experience was odd: Victor was very familiar with stroking his own cock, but between the shifting of his penis from human - maybe above average, if he was feeling generous, and average if he was being honest - to the thick, throbbing and still-growing canine meat throbbing hot between his legs, and the rough paw pads that covered his palms, it was close to being the first time.

His body was still boiling, however, and his clothes were way too tight on him. The pants were the worst - denim wasn't a very forgiving fabric - and as they were already loose they would be easy to remove. Trying to push himself up onto his legs, he found he couldn't; the muscles and bones in his back must have changed a great deal, so he was going to be stuck on all fours. Ungracefully, he whuffed, rolling on to his back. While his growing cock fell against his chest, which was barrelling out, the muscles clinging to the wet shirt, he shimmied his round ass out of his jeans, bending uncomfortably until his legs were sufficiently free.

Victor quickly learned that huge canine paws with thick claws weren't suited for grabbing on to small metal zippers, so escaping his jacket was much harder than lowering his pants turned out to be. Especially with the changes in hisbulging shoulders, which in his current form kept his arms from crossing too far across his chest to get at them.

The skin on his outstretched face peeled back from his nose, the black swelling bursting open into a damp, canine nose. Scents assaulted him: up close was the booze on his breath, his own sweaty body - which didn't seem to get any sweatier, he noticed - and the warm musk of his crotch, while farther afield he smelled his own scent and that of some others - probably Ben and his family - on the artificial camping equipment and the stink of the smoke of the fire. Just within range, he smelled the spot where he'd pissed earlier - that seemed to relax him slightly - as well as the petrol stink of the truck. And something else: or, rather someone else, hanging in the shadows. There was another scent too, just out of range.

"Ben?" he growled out, his voice gravelly and hoarse, raw from the changes to his neck, which swelled out thick, patches of grey threatening to break through the near-white skin still stubbornly clinging together. His "friend" was out there, lurking in the dark, letting these changes happen to him. It wasn't time for laying prone, Victor sensed, and he got back on to all fours. Moving around like that proved to be pretty tricky, especially with his feet still stuck in his shoes. His shins were shrinking, making his thick legs more wolf-like than human, but definitely more muscular than you'd find on a normal canine. Then again, he'd gotten bigger than most body-building guys, let alone natural wolves.

More of the skin on his face pulled apart as his new, black lips curled up, the ivory fangs in his growing snout bared and glistening with saliva. Growls rattled his throat as grey fur was exposed. "I know you're out there," he threatened; Victor was finding it hard to speak with such a raw throat, but definitely wanted to try. Skin still stuck to his face away from his muzzle, which was widening along with the ruff running down the tear in his neck.

That's when his taut shirt tore open, spilling the firm, thick slabs of muscle into the night air. Scraps of wet, white material fell away, revealing just how far the fur had spread under his clothes. Despite the heavy grey pelt covering his body.Thick black teats poked out of the huge pectorals that heaved up and down as he panted from where his nipples had been, while more had pushed out from along the pairs of muscles on the eight-pack that flexed and contracted.

"Show yourself!" Victor demanded, snapping his jaws loudly when he finished speaking. His ears popped, bursting out into two large, almost demonic flaps of skin that flattened as he growled at the approaching figure. Something else - another wolf - had joined him in the glade; unlike him, it was just a normal wolf, but its scent had something ethereal about it that made him feel unsettled.

Ben paced into view, prowling forward on all fours. He too had changed; though where Victor was grey, his fur matched his tawny hair. Since he presumably knew this was going to happen, Ben seemed to have stripped off his clothes, or at least had left his own torn stuff where he'd changed, out there in the dark.

The nub of his tail perked up around his thick buttocks; Victor had finally managed to figure out the whole quadrupedal walking trick and danced around Ben, keeping him in his sight while making sure that, if something happened, he wasn't going to get caught out.

"Sorry," Ben explained, his muzzle opened in a way that reminded Victor of laughter. "I didn't want to spoil the surprise."

"What did you do to me?" Victor asked, claws digging angrily into the dirt; that one question took a lot out of him, as his throat was refusing to cooperate. His shoes, with some relief, burst open at last, revealing giant versions of a canine lower hind legs.

Ben wagged his tail, "You seemed pretty down in the dumps over Emily, so I figured you could use a boy's night out. I just had a bit more primal idea than getting drunk and passing out." He rose up; Ben would now tower over his brother - at almost eight feet, he'd tower over practically everyone - even while slightly slumped over. "Oh, you'll probably learn to do this at some point," he explained, "but I'd not suggest trying it until you're used to everything.Let me help you get out of your jacket."

Victor was wary, scampering away when Ben stepped towards him. The jacket was pretty confining, he admitted, but he didn't want to have anything to do with Ben. Unless it involved him changing back.

"Don't be like that," Ben chided him. "It'll get caught on stuff when we head out for the night."

"What's the fucker talking about?" Victor wondered. He tried asking, but all that came out were some confused growls and whines. He raised his tail, which had thickened. The last bits of skin had peeled off.

Ben panted with the same laughing expression, falling down on to all fours easily. "Trust me," Ben cajoled, "We'll go out, have a nice old leg-stretch. It's really fun; I used to go out with one of the guys from the village until he turned out to be a joyless cunt."

Victor backed up, his claws catching on the torn fabric from his shirt and shoes and socks. He turned: the normal wolf had padded up behind him, sending a jolt of shock through him. It gave Ben enough time to leap on to Victor's back; the considerable extra weight made even his strong limbs quiver. Cool air rolled down on his back as Ben's claws ripped through the jacket, the bisected leather getting brushed over his shoulders. Now bare, he felt Ben's own warm body brushing up against his; Victor particularly noticedthe hefty balls and fat canine sheath just inches from his ass.

"There we go," Ben said, patting Victor on the shoulder, "raise your paw and I'll help get the rest off of you." Warily, Victor raised his front paws one at a time; Ben slid off his back, gripped the scrunched leather in his fangs, worrying then slowly off Victor's arms. Victor had to admit to himself, that he did feel a lot better not having those things wrapped around his arms.

Victor stared at the normal wolf, who had sat down to watch the two of them. Ben explained, "You know that story I told you earlier? That's the guy that vanished, better known now as the Lightpool Wolf. This place got to him, same as for you I suppose. Though I guess it's really more me that did that."

Victor growled: the pain had finally gone from his body, which seemed to imply that he'd finished transforming. It certainly felt like that, with his large, fierce muzzle full of thick fangs, his body covered almost head to toe to tip of his tail with grey fur; Christ, he even had a wolf cock between his legs. He was also at least a bit more used to moving in this body. He could get away, he thought, his eyes darting to the side. Maybe if he ran, he could get far away from Lightpool and Ben and turn back.

Ben seemed to be able to read his mind; a second after he started to move, the golden-brown wolf tackled him spinning him on to the ground. "Oh, Vic," Ben confessed, "I've had a crush on you for a while. You're fun to hang around with, and you were cute. I knew you'd turn out great if I brought you here, and you've definitely satisfied my desires." Ben's underside was creamier than the rest of his body, so it made the advancing of his large, pointed cock out of its sheath even more noticeable.

Victor struggled; this was the last thing he wanted to hear. This motherfucking bastard had turned him into a monster because he had some secret crush on him; he didn't like the way he was staring at him, especially with the patches of yellow-green that seemed to dance around his otherwise golden eyes.

"But I can't let you leave," Ben continued, somewhat regretfully. "You couldn't if you tried, not when this place has its claws in you. But if anyone else found out about me... people here are a lot more old-fashioned than you'd expect. I'm sorry, Vic, I really am, but it's too late to back out now."

The green lights in Ben's eyes danced around, making Vic's head spin. Unbeknownst to him, the same dancing green lights had infected his own eyes, the pupils and irises, even the whites, being painted over with an unearthly glowing green. His heavy breathing slowed, his eyelids sagged as Victor found thoughts hard to cling to.

"We're going to have a lot of fun, Victor," Ben promised, pleased with the effect his eyes had had on Victor. His own began to glow green too:pulsating along with the throbbing of his cock as he slowly ground it up against the prone Victor.

With his thoughts dulled, Victor now responded on instinct: a warm body was rubbing up against him, and it felt good. His own cock started peeking out of his shaft, pushing out into the warm area between Ben's body and his own.

"Good boy," approved Ben. The other wolf sniffed around, drawn by the changing scents that rolled up from their crotches.

The same smell filled Victor's nose; there was something appealing about it. There was a paw around his cock now, squeezing his shaft. He knew that felt good; more of his cock slipped out, slick and cool under the light of the now-green full moon. His front paws raised on their own accord, running his clawed fingers through the tawny fur. Odours of lust and happiness seemed to roll up from Ben's scent glands, seeming into Victor's fur.

Ben rolled off, turning on all fours with his ass backing up into Victor's face. Getting on to his feet, Victor sniffed it, licking Ben's ass as both of their shafts pointed out. He continued to lick, his tongue enjoying the fresh tastes he could experience. The tight, dark ring was very enticing; Victor felt propelled along. Bounding onto Ben's back, he bounced forwards slowly, inching along until his cock had gotten stuck in between the other werewolf's left leg and the two round orbs that stuck out behind him.

Muzzle opening, Victor bit down carefully into Ben's neck. He thrust his crotch forward, humping around clumsily. Ben's hole was warm and inviting; Victor wanted his cock to go inside it, but he was very awkward about it. Ben didn't seem to mind; on the contrary, he whimpered happily. As Victor's front legs dangled over Ben's sides, he could feed the gentle rocking as Ben pleasured himself.

Eventually, his awkward thursting finally worked and the tip of Victor's cock met with a point of less resistance than the rest of Ben's behind. He pushed forward; Ben yelped beneath him as his shaft was slowly forced through the tight folds surrounded by Ben's furry buttocks. His insides were as warm and wet as he had hoped.

They humped for a while, Victor's cock pushing deeper inside Ben.It was tight, and Ben would whimper a lot out of discomfort, but he didn't snap or do anything else that Victor took as being bad, so he persisted. His muscular back legs got quite a workout, inching his way forward as he pounded into Ben as much as his huge dick could give and as much as Ben's tight, virginal ass could take. By now, even the yelping was entering Victor's ears as commands to do more.

He'd needed this, Victor thought vaguely. His mind brought up the image of a she-wolf, the bitch he'd been fucking but had gone off with another pack. Ben was of his pack, he knew; he wasn't a she-wolf, but thrusting into him felt good, and it made him happy. He had to make Ben happy. His sensitive ears were filled with the wet sounds of their waists smacking into each other as Victor worked his whole shaft inside.

Ben whimpered beneath him, but this time it wasn't due to Victor's pounding. The scent of seed swam up to him; he felt Ben move,the pounding motion slowing as Victor smelled more and more seed. The smell broke through Victor; his knot slipped out, making him growl as it was squeezed up against the resistance of Ben's stretched hole. Victor's balls were juicing; the need for release was overwhelming him: he wouldn't have cared if it was a bitch underneath him, or Ben or even just into a warm stream.

Bending his head back, Victor howled at the moon, slamming his crotch hard against Ben, the bulge in the base of his shaft stretching Ben's sphincter wide until it was stuck inside him. A few more thrusts was all it took: his own seed was primed to spell, his balls aching to be emptied. His long tongue lolled out over his giant fangs.

Then the fluid gushed out of him, his cock bulging one final time before the deeply-embedded tip stretched slightly and Ben's guts filled with a thick squirt.Another squirt followed, and then another. Victor's lifted his leg over, stretching out his body, his cock emptying and filling repeatedly, the fluid draining from his near-overflowing balls. He panted, his breath coming out heavy, the green moonlight making his grey fur glow ethereally, grunting occasionally as he let his ejaculatingpeak.

The pleasure of his orgasm washed over him as his seed washed down over his cock, trying to get past his knot but trapped inside. This pleasure was something else, though: when it washed over him in waves, it seemed to erode his memories. The green, hypnotic moonlight stayed in his eyes, scrubbing his brain clear of his past. His mate was growling, he didn't understand what he was communicating; he didn't seem to be aware of the effect of the moonlight on him. He continued to stare up at it until he was nothing more than a beast, enjoying the last bit of pleasure from fucking.