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Chapter 20: "Clean Up"

You'd be surprised how many times a werewolf can cum. When I first watched Tyler knock out three orgasms in rapid succession on the floor of a campus bathroom I had been pretty impressed. Now, only a day later, I was sitting in my bed watching the same man cum for the seventh time. The quarterback was growling on the floor of my room, his back arching as spurt after spurt of speed painted his chest. The werewolf was making all types of noises as his hips bucked wildly into the air. The werewolf's ears twitched atop his head, swiveling forward as he tilted his head up. I watched as the wolf greedily brought a cum-slathered hand up to his mouth, his abnormally long tongue lapping at his own seed.

While it had been pretty hot for the first few orgasms, I had quickly grown bored of watching this seemingly endless cycle. I had already cleaned myself up and redressed before sitting back down on my bed. Admittedly, I had also slung my camera around my neck, lens in hand.

I'm a photographer by nature, and the spectacle before me made for quite the entertaining display. I watched as his canine ears twitched and swiveled once more as his body slumped to the floor. I had captured the entire transformation on camera as well, something that I was actually quite proud of. I took one last shot of the weary werewolf before calling out to the quarterback.

"Are you feeling better now, Tyler?" I asked, setting the camera aside.

Tyler's ears swiveled atop his head, as if they were searching the room for where my voice had come from. The big werewolf swung his head around to look up at me, golden eyes staring into mine. The jock's mouth hung open more a moment, as if searching for the right words.

"I... I think so." Tyler affirmed, nodding slightly as he spoke. The wolf glanced back down at his cum-matted fur and grimaced. "You didn't happen to count how many times I just-"

"Seven." I interrupted, smiling to myself. "Do you not remember?"

"Oh, no." Tyler shook his head. "I _definitely _remember. It's just a little... Foggy."

The werewolf pulled himself to his feet, stumbling forward as he did so. Tyler frowned and turned towards me. "I... I still feel kind of weird."

"What kind of weird?" I asked, frowning.

"I dunno. A new kind?" Tyler strode towards me as he shrugged. Ropes of uneaten cum still clung to the wolf's fur, and I could see a trickle of the white fluid roll down his chest as he stopped in front of me.

"You should probably, uh... Clean up." I offered, leaning back on the bed as I looked up into the werewolf's eyes. "And rinse your mouth out as well."

Tyler blinked dumbly at me, as if he was having trouble parsing my words. After a few seconds the wolf's eyes lit up with recognition and he nodded at me. "Oh! Right. Yeah I... Should do that."

I watched as the big jock slowly headed off in the direction of the bathroom. There was something different about the way he carried himself. His movements were slow and lumbering, the man's fur covered hand struggling to open the bathroom door.

"Are you sure you're feeling better?" I called out. The only reply I received was the sound of the bathroom faucet turning on.

The sound of my phone buzzing on my dresser made me jump. I glanced at the number and frowned. I definitely didn't recognize the caller, and it wasn't a local area code. In any other situation I probably would have let it go to voicemail, but seeing as I had to wait for a werewolf to rinse his mouth of his infectious cum... I had time to kill.

"Hello?" I asked, holding the phone up to my ear.

"Hi." A meek voice responded. "It's me, Brandon... The guy from earlier?"

It was definitely Brandon, but the fact that he was calling _me _only gave me more questions.

"Hi Brandon. What are you calling for?" I responded, frowning.

"I talked to Henry and... Well, he says he didn't tell anybody... I just called to ask how you knew it was me that night." Brandon replied. The young man sounded extra nervous to be talking with us on the phone.

"Well, we... We've got our sources." I said, trying to sound as confident as I could.

"Okay." Brandon said, sounding unsure. "I just... It sounded like your friend knew h-him, and I was wondering if maybe..."

The freshmen trailed off mid-sentence, his confidence faltering. My brow furrowed as I leaned across the bed once more, my free hand grasping out in the direction of my laptop.

"'If maybe' what, Brandon?" I pressed, pulling the thin computer onto my lap. Why was the freshmen calling me now, of all times? Had the young man been holding out on us?

"When I first told the cops what happened, I couldn't really explain it. And then with Henry, I... Didn't want to tell him the entire truth, either." Brandon said.

"Are you at Henry's house now?" I asked, pulling up a map of our town on my phone. "Have you told him more since then?"

"That's... The thing." Brandon said unsurely, his voice wavering slightly. "I was about to head over to his place, but I... I don't think he'll believe me."

I frowned as I typed in the street Brandon had mentioned Henry lived on, scanning the long avenue for signs of housing. "Well, he's your... 'Friend'... Right? Why wouldn't he believe you?"

"I... I don't think anyone w-will. Except maybe..." The young freshmen paused for a moment, the line between us growing deathly silent. "I-Is there anything you aren't telling me? Do you know who attacked me?"

I glanced at the bathroom door and imagined what Tyler would say about this conversation. I wondered for a moment whether or not the jock would approve of what I was about to admit to the troubled college student.

"Yes, Brandon. We do know more about him." I admitted, closing my eyes as I spoke. "But... Before I explain the situation I need you to tell me the whole story about what happened to you the other night."

"O-Okay. I'll tell you... And Henry, but... I want you to meet us at his place."

"Is his apartment on the corner of 4th and Chester?" I asked, hoping that it was the apartment complex located right next to the corner of Dremond Park.

"Yeah, that's the one. Number 12." Brandon confirmed for me. "I don't really know when I'll head over myself, but... Let's meet up in a few hours, okay?"

"Okay Brandon, that sounds-" A crashing sound made tore my attention away from my laptop screen as I spoke, my head whipping towards the bathroom floor.

"Tyler?" I called out, fear in my voice. Had the large man slipped and fallen? His earlier body language had me worried, and the sudden noise only added to my worries.

"Are you okay? What happened?" Brandon asked, sounding confused.

I glanced back at the phone in my hand and silently cursed myself. "Uh, I... Everything's fine. I've got to go, Brandon."

I didn't bother to wait for the freshmen to reply. Instead, I hung up the phone and tossed it onto the bed, my feet hurriedly carrying me towards the bathroom door. I could hear other noises as well; the sound of Tyler grunting from within.

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Chapter 21: "I'm Not Going Anywhere"

"Tyler?" I asked once more, pushing the bathroom door open.

The jock was sprawled out on the floor in a rather awkward position, golden eyes staring back at me in panic.

"I-I fell." Tyler began, his voice unsteady. “My legs just gave out."

I could immediately tell that something was wrong. The werewolf's eyes were droopy, his mouth cracked in a half smile. I knelt down next to the quarterback and quickly noticed how much his lower half was trembling. I placed a hand on one of his thighs and gave him a reassuring smile. It seemed that the werewolf had just finished cleaning his fur before collapsing. The wolf was currently gripping the bathroom counter with one hand, his other hand still clenching a wet washcloth.

"What happened, Tyler?" I asked, keeping the concern of out my voice.

"Did you notice my ears?" Tyler asked, pointing to the top of his head as he spoke. "When did that happen?"

"When you were busy... You know." I said, mincing my words. "They settled into place after your fifth... go."

"Oh." Tyler stated, chuckling as he spoke. "I guess I didn't really notice, did I?"

"Are you feeling okay, big guy?" I asked, trying not to look worried. He was definitely acting cum drunk, but the lack of arousal between his legs had me concerned. This was new territory for me.

"I... I dunno." Tyler rumbled, bringing a hand up to touch one of his ears. "Feels weird."

"Your ears?" I asked, hoping that the werewolf would elaborate. If I could get the drunk wolf to communicate me I might be able to help.

"Yeah, but mostly... Everything." Tyler said, smiling goofily. "I don't really know..."

The quarterback was acting loopier than normal. For the moment I gave up on trying to locate the source of the issue and focused my attention on the bigger problem.

"How about we get you off the floor, okay big guy?" I asked. "Can you stand for me?"

"Maybe... I dunno." Tyler said, shrugging. "Do you want me to try?"

"Yeah, I'd like that." I leaned in close to him as I spoke, wrapping one arm around his waist in an attempt to elevate him. "Here, let me help you up."

It took us a moment to get the man standing on two legs again. I had slung one of the large wolf's arms around my shoulder in an effort to support the trembling werewolf.

"I feel all... Shaky." The werewolf muttered, staring down at his wobbly legs. I could smell the toothpaste in his breath as he tried to take a step forward. The jock's knees buckled beneath him for a moment, the sudden movement almost dropping both of us back to the floor.

"That's okay." I grunted, my muscles straining as I helped the football player pull himself upright once more. "Let's get you over to my bed, okay?"

"Mmkay." Tyler mumbled, placing the majority of his weight atop me as we slowly progressed towards my bed.

"This doesn't feel like it's my body anymore." The werewolf mumbled before dropping onto the mattress. I watched as the jock strained to pull the rest of his body onto his bed. Even that proved to be an arduous task for the drunk wolf, the man's large frame growling slightly as he struggled to pull his legs up over the side.

"Here, let me help." I offered, stepping in. I hoisted the man's legs into the air as I turned to sit on the bed, letting the wolf's legs rest on my lap.

Tyler's hands idly ran through the fur of his stomach as he looked up at me. The drunk werewolf smiled gently, his eyelids fluttering closed for a moment before lifting back up. "Thas' better." He murmured, his golden eyes meeting mine.

The man's legs were still trembling atop my lap as we sat there. There were noticeable changes to Tyler's lower half as well. For one thing, the jock's feet seemed longer; his toenails blackening in pitch before my eyes.

"You're changing again, Tyler." I said, placing a hand atop one of Tyler's feet. I could feel him shifting beneath my touch; his feet slowly warping into a strange new form.

"Is that what this is?" Tyler groaned, lifting his head in a vain attempt to see what I was seeing. "Whas' happening?"

I shook my head and turned back towards Tyler, smiling as warmly as I could. "Don't worry about it, big guy. You can see it when it's all over." The shift was strange enough to me, and I wasn't about to let the drugged werewolf watch his body malform beneath him.

Tyler nodded, his ears swiveling backward atop his head. "O-Okay." The jock muttered, looking worried.

I could tell I was upsetting the jock. The most I could do was try and distract the wolf from what was happening. "You're going to be fine." I cooed, gently petting his leg. "It'll be over soon."

I personally had no idea how long we'd be stuck here, but my soft words put the werewolf at ease. Tyler relaxed and smiled, his ears perking upwards.

"Your ears are kinda cute." I admitted, smiling back at Tyler.

"Y-Yeah?" Tyler asked, blushing slightly.

"Yeah." I nodded. "Like a pup."

"I like that." Tyler gave me a wide smile, his heavy eyelids closing once more as he spoke. "You always know what to call me."

I ran my hand up Tyler's thigh as we sat in silence, his chest rising and falling with each breath. I found myself matching the rhythm of his breathing as the minutes passed, my own eyelids growing heavy.

"I like it when you call me those things." Tyler murmured, opening his eyes once more to meet mine.

"Yeah?" I asked, smiling down at the drowsy werewolf.

"It's hard to explain." The werewolf said, pausing to take a deep breath. "But it makes me feel good."

"Is that so?" I teased, my hand running up the length of his thigh once more.

"Yeah." Tyler nodded. "It makes me feel all warm inside."

"That's good to hear." I said, bringing my hand to a rest by his groin. "I like it when you're happy, pup."

My cheeks burned with embarrassment as I said it. The line was incredibly cheesy, but the reaction I got out of Tyler was worth it. The werewolf smiled widely as his hands gripped the sheets of his bed.

"Yeah, like that." Tyler said, moaning slightly as he spoke. "I like that a lot."

I glanced back down at Tylers feet as he squirmed atop my lap, bringing my other hand down to explore the werewolf's new features. There was no way Tyler was fitting his feet into shoes now. The monstrous toes were far too large, the arch of his foot having doubled in length. I ran my hand across the wolf's foot as I continued to examine him. It was more apt to call them paws more than anything now. He even had padding beneath his feet now, just like a canine. His nails were long and pointed, having turned completely black in the span of our conversation.

"Feels weird." Tyler commented, wiggling the toes of one of his paws as he spoke. At least he had kept some of his human toes' flexibility, his digits curling and stretching against my hand. "I want to see."

I nodded and raised the wolf's legs into the air. I looked at Tyler as his eyes widened at the sight of his new feet. "Oh." He stated, his hands pressing against the bed in an effort to push himself upright. "That's... New."

"Yeah." I commented, glancing at the wolf's arched heel. "I don't think you use all of it to stand, Tyler. It's like a dog, you know? You stand on the balls of your feet."

"Oh." Tyler said, sounding unsure. "O-Okay. I don't really... Know how to feel about this."

The werewolf was obviously perturbed by the sight of his changes. I glanced down at Tyler's groin and frowned. Why wasn't he aroused? I never assumed his lack of a hard-on would be an issue, but right now I _really _didn't want the drunk werewolf to freak out about his changing body. The worry only became more apparent as I noticed Tyler's fingers. The werewolf's hands were splayed out against the bed, darkening fingernails digging into its sheets. I glanced up at Tyler, who seemed unaware of what was happening. When had the fur crawled halfway up his neck?

"This is so weird, Forrest." Tyler said, his voice strained. "My feet..."

"It's part of the changes, Tyler." I reassured, glancing back down at Tyler's hands.

I stood up then, letting the werewolf's legs drop back down onto the bed. The jock looked up at me with wide eyes, his ears folding backward. "Where are you going?" He asked, worry in his voice.

"Nowhere, Tyler." I said, before hoisting my shirt over my head. "I'm not going anywhere."

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Chapter 22: "I'm A Freak, Aren't I?"

Whenever Tyler had changed before, he was usually in the midst of some lust-hazed heat. Sure, his ears had just reoriented themselves atop the jock's head an hour ago, but at least he was busy lapping up his own cum. The thought had occurred to me as I watched him stare at his feet in confusion. When you remove the arousal from the situation, you just feel sorry for the guy.

I think that's what spurred me to strip down to my underwear. It was a distraction for Tyler, simple as that. I had to keep the guy from thinking too much about what was happening to his body, and there was really only one way I knew how. If his body wasn't going to turn his crank for him, then I guess I'd have to be the one.

"How you feeling, big guy?" I asked, letting my pants fall down to the floor as I spoke.

"Uh... It's..." Tyler began, sounding confused. "Getting weirder. When is it going to stop?"

The big wolf looked up at me with wide eyes as I placed a hand on Tyler's shoulder. "I don't know, Tyler." I said, my voice quiet.

"It's hard to think." Tyler said, frowning. "At least you're here."

The jock placed a hand atop my forearm and blinked slowly, his eyes quickly widening at the sight of his changing hand.

"What the..?" Tyler began, holding his forming paw in front of his face. "Oh no."

"Tyler?" I asked, sitting down on the bed. So far my plan for distracting Tyler wasn't going that well.

"Oh no oh no oh no. Not you, too." Tyler said, staring at his palm's forming paw pads with wide eyes.

"Tyler." I said, placing my hand atop his paw. "I-It'll be over soon, okay?

"F-Forrest. I-I... I'm a freak, aren't I?" Tyler said, his sorrow expression turning towards me.

"Don't say that." I said, guiding his paw out of his line of sight as I spoke. "You aren't a freak. Y-You still have thumbs, don't you?"

Tyler smiled at that, his golden eyes looking dep into mine. "Y-Yeah."

"You're going to be just fine, Tyler. I promise." I said, bringing a hand up to Tyler's cheek. There was hair there as well now. At the rate it was travelling, Tyler was going to be completely covered in fur in a matter of hours. Still, it was best if the werewolf didn't know that.

I moved to stand before sidling atop the bed, climbing over the large wolf as I did so. I settled down atop the jock's lap. I could feel the heat of his sheathe pressing up against my backside as I did so.

"What're you doin'?" Tyler asked groggily, looking up at me in confusion.

"Well... You looked really comfortable lying down." I began, trying to think of the right words to say to the drunken wolf. "I thought maybe I could join you. Is that okay?"

"Y-Yeah. Course it is." Tyler mumbled, watching as I dug my hands into the fur around his neck. The golden hair was softer here... Longer and thicker, too. I watched as Tyler closed his eyes as I continued to run my hands through his hair.

"Does that feel good?" I asked, my voice barely a whisper.

Tyler nodded, eyes still closed. The wolf brought his paws around my waist as I continued to stroke him. His grip was tight, his nails digging into my skin. The hold he had on me almost felt desperate, as if Tyler was trying to cling to me.

"You're such a good pup." I said, hoping that it would please the wolf to hear that. "Do you want me to keep petting you?"

"Y-Yes please." Tyler said, his hands still locked on my sides.

I was more than happy to continue exploring the jocks body. I could feel my arousal stir within my underwear as I cupped both of my hands around the quarterback's pecs. As I continued to move my hands across his body, I couldn't shake the feeling that I was groping him. I shuffled awkwardly atop him, wondering if the groggy werewolf had noticed the strain in my boxer briefs. Tyler seemed too lost in my exploration to care. The big dog closed his eyes and moaned as I ran my hand through his fur. Just how sensitive was the werewolf? I couldn't help but feel a little jealous of the jock as I continued to explore his sculpted body.

"Good boy." I uttered the words without thinking, causing the big dog to shudder beneath me.

The man's tongue lolled out of his mouth as he looked up at me, a look of happiness on his face. I smiled down at the happy dog, a sense of satisfaction coursing through me. "You like that?" I asked, bringing my hand up to his cheek.

Tyler nodded eagerly, brushing his head up against my hand as I caressed him. It was crazy to me how fast the werewolf had crumbled beneath my touch. Did my words have that much of an effect on him? Regardless, my mission had been a success. The drunk wolf had completely forgotten his changing body. There was only one small hiccup that I hadn't foreseen: I hadn't expected to be so _into _this.

The arousal that jutted out from between my legs was evidence of this, but it wasn't just that. I had struck something within myself... a chord perhaps. It rung out in my mind as clear as day, fueling my entire body into action.

I kissed him then, tongue and all. It wasn't a perfect kiss either. It was rather sloppy, our mouths never quite locking together. I could still taste the toothpaste in his saliva as I ground my lower half against him. I could feel something hot and wet grind back into my backside as I did so, letting me know that I wasn't the only one enjoying this. Everything about this moment felt different from our previous interactions. There was an energy about my movements, a vigor that I had never tapped into.

I pulled away from Tyler then, a thick strand of saliva still connecting us for a moment. The lust-hazed look on Tyler's face made my cock twitch as I realized what this feeling was. The wolf's arousal pressed against my rear, the wanton expression plastered on his face... It was because of me. That's what had been missing before. There was some part of me that had always felt like I had just been there to get Tyler off, like I had just been an extra hand.

But this arousal was mine. It wasn't fueled by some wolf-induced frenzy... It was because of me. The thought alone was intoxicating. I looked down at the werewolf beneath me and shuddered, my cock throbbing once more.

Tyler's golden eyes stared longingly back into mine. I didn't know if the big wolf understood what I was feeling; the undeniable power that coursed through my veins.

Whether he knew or not, it didn't matter to me. I was about to show him _exactly _how I felt.

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Chapter 23: "Show Me How Much You Want It"

"Such a horny puppy." I cooed. "_My _puppy."

The big dog beneath me just smiled, his eyes still half closed. I pressed my groin against him as I began to rock my hips, the sensation only spurring me onward.

"You're all pent up, aren't you?" I asked, my rhythm picking up pace. As I ground against him, I felt his hips begin to buck and roll against me as well.

"Good boy." I encouraged, rubbing his chest. "Just like that."

Tyler did as he was told, his cock eagerly rutting against my rear. The sensation made me shudder as a thousand mental images came to my mind.

"Faster." I commanded, my hips rolling against his cock with need.

The thought of letting that canine shaft into me filled my head. I bit my lip as I rocked back against the hot pole once more. I could feel the wolf's member press beneath my cheeks, the thin fabric of my underwear making our struggle futile. Tyler panted beneath me as he bucked against me, his heavy breaths filled with whines of desire.

"You want to fuck me, don't you?" I chuckled, the same desire rolling within me as well.

"You _need _it." I cooed, my own cock twitching between us. "You want to feel yourself inside me, huh?"

Tyler barked, his eyes staring at me intensely. It seemed that all the action had woken the dog up, his eyes no longer half shut. The werewolf bucked against me with wild abandon, his need overtaking him.

"Show me, then." I practically growled back at the werewolf as I spoke. "Don't hold back."

"R-Really?" Tyler asked, stammering over his question. The wolf looked unsure, his tongue lolling out of his mouth as he spoke. Even through his hesitation, he never stopped bucking against me.

"Y-Yeah big boy. Prove it." I goaded, rolling my hips backwards as I spoke. I could feel the wolf's warm tool press against me as I did so, forcing the wolf to snarl and moan.

The wolf wrapped his paws around my waist as he steadied me atop him. It seemed they had finally stopped shifting as well, their form taking the shape of both a human hand and a wolf's paw. Tyler's black nails pressed against my skin as he bucked once more against me. The force of his thrusts sent me bobbing into the air as he continued to grind his cock against my ass. I brought a free hand to my groin as I watched the wolf's hips tirelessly rut against me. I let my fingers curl around my member and began to stroke myself through my shorts as I enjoyed the show.

"That's it. Just like that." I urged, the sensation in my cock rising as I continued my pleasuring.

Tyler's face was growing hair before my very eyes. His mouth was beginning to change as well, the structure of his face pushing out as he strained against me.

"N-Need it!" Tyler barked, his cock straining against my underwear. "F-Forrest!"

The changing man flailed against me as his mouth began to push out into a muzzle. Every time he snarled in pleasure, I could see his canines growing longer... Sharper. It should have frightened me, but it only made me more aroused.

"Show me." I growled back, the speed of own pleasuring picking up pace. "Prove to me how much you want this."

Tyler strained beneath me as he humped against my back with reckless abandon. His grunts quickly turned into snarling growls as he continued to buck and shift beneath me.

Suddenly the wolf stopped, his entire body surging upwards in one last push. I didn't have time to think about what the werewolf was doing, his motions too fast to keep up with. One second I had been bouncing against his cock and the next I found myself flipped over, Tyler's paw pushing the side of my face into the bed.

"N-Need it." I heard the wolf mutter. "F-Forrest. I-I... I want you."

I was too caught up in the moment to think about what the wolf above me was saying. All I cared about was the hot pole still pressed against my ass, my hand still hastily working my own length.

"Prove it." I snarled, my back arching against Tyler's cock. I was close now, my fingers coaxing my member for all it was worth.

"S-Smell so... Good." Tyler groaned, his hips slamming against me. I could hear the wolf's balls slapping against my ass as he continued to rut, his free hand gripping my side as we humped.

"T-Tyler!" I shouted, cumming at last. I could feel my seed coat the inside of my underwear as I shuddered beneath the heavy wolf. The wolf's hips slowed to a steady rocking as I rode my orgasm through to the end. I gasped beneath the wolf, moaning aloud as I felt the wolf's hot tongue slide across my back. I could feel the weight of the werewolf shift atop me as he leaned in close to my neck.

"T-Tyler?" I stammered, wondering what the wolf was doing. "W-What're you-"

"You promised." The wolf interrupted, his voice low and raspy next to my ear. "That someday..."

The werewolf paused and sniffed at my neck. I could feel his canine nose huffing my scent, his nose rubbing against my bare skin. I tried to pull away, but the paw that pressed me down refused to move. I shuddered as I felt the wolf's tongue slowly roll up the side of my neck, fear gripping my heart. The realization of what Tyler was doing above me terrified me, his canine teeth only inches away from my bare skin.

"D-Don't." I choked, gripping the sheets. This wasn't Tyler I knew... Or was it? Doubt crept into my mind as I stayed as still as I could.

"Someday." The wolf atop me finally said, his grip lessening. "N-Not today, but someday."

Relief flooded through my system as I heard those words. The feeling didn't last long, as I felt the wolf's grip tighten atop me once more. I could feel his hips rutting against me once more as he pressed his length against my underwear.

"One day, I'm going to turn you." Tyler growled, his claws digging into my skin. "I'm going to watch you shift, and beg... And then _I'm going to fuck you. _Hard."

As if to drive his point home, the wolf slammed his hips against my rear. I gasped as I felt something hot splattering across my back. The werewolf was cumming, rivulets of his seed painting my back. I shuddered in a mixture of both fear and arousal as I felt him lean forward, his panting breath cooling the wet skin of my neck... The skin he had just claimed.

"And then you'll be _my _pup, too." He growled, releasing his grip on my head.

I let my body slump onto the bed as I tried to catch my breath. I could hear the wolf panting above me as he pulled away, the bed shifting beneath us as he moved. I found myself frozen, my body unmoving as I listened to the werewolf move.

I felt the wolf's tongue press down against the skin of my back as he began to lap at his seed. I remained still as I replayed the events over in my head. My underwear felt wet, and not just the front... All _of its fabric felt wet. The canine's fluids must have soaked through the fabric in the midst of our rutting. I closed my eyes tightly as the ramifications of our actions flooded my mind. No, not _our _actions... _I gave him permission. My cheeks flushed with embarrassment as I replayed my words in my head. 'Don't hold back'? What was I, an idiot?

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Chapter 24: "You Smell Just Like Him"

"Turn over." The wolf commanded, his breath cold against my slobber-covered back.

I did as he said and rolled over, my eyes widening at the sight of the wolf atop me.

"Tyler?" I whispered, a mixture of surprise and fear creeping into my voice.

"Yeah?" The wolf rasped, his hulking frame still kneeling over me.

The man's face had changed completely now, his mouth having pushed out into a canine-like muzzle. I hesitantly brought my hand up to his mouth before lightly brushing the side of his cheek.

"You're... You changed some more." I said, unsure of what to say.

His face wasn't entirely canine, but it wasn't human either. There were still some facial features that I recognized beneath all that fur, but still... It felt like I was looking at someone else's face.

"I know." He stated, his eyes locked on mine.

Those golden eyes... I felt like they were the only thing that still remained from my first encounter with the changing jock. My mouth thinned into a frown as I remembered that wasn't entirely true either. They used to be duller, didn't they?

"Did I scare you?" The wolf asked reluctantly, as if he was afraid of what I might say.

"I... Yeah, you did." I whispered, my hand still pressed against the side of his muzzle.

He frowned, his ears folding back in shame. "I'm sorry. I got carried away, and-"

"No." I interrupted, shaking my head. "It's my fault. I think I got carried away first."

"You weren't half out of your mind." Tyler spat, his brow furrowing.

"That only makes it _more _of my responsibility." I countered, sitting up.

"We need to get these off of you." Tyler said, shuffling backwards as he hooked his thumbs around my underwear. "I don't want to uh... You know. Not yet, at least."

I nodded as I watched the hulking werewolf carefully help me out of my underwear. He tossed the damp fabric to the floor and turned back to me with sullen eyes.

"I almost lost control there for a moment." Tyler began, placing his paws on my knees. "I'm sorry, Forrest."

"We'll... Be more careful in the future. Both of us." I said, nodding. "Cheer up, big guy."

"I don't think I can." Tyler shook his head, his ears swiveling backward as he spoke. The big man turned his large paws upwards and stared down at them, a pained expression on his face. "I don't think I can go outside anymore, Forrest."

I remembered my conversation with Brandon and frowned. The idea of meeting with the freshmen without Tyler made me nervous more than anything.

"Listen Tyler, I... I don't know what to tell you." I sighed, my shoulders slouching a bit. "You're a giant wolf that can walk on two legs now. And yeah, that's weird... You might not be able to go outside, but I'm not giving up hope yet. We're going to figure this out, okay? Red looked human, right? I'm sure you can turn back as well."

"Maybe." Tyler said, frowning. "I just don't know how."

"That's why we're going to find Red, okay? We're going to find him and _make _him tell us everything he knows." I said, placing my hands atop Tyler's paws. "We're going to get our answers, one way or another."

Tyler nodded glumly. "But I'm not gonna be able to help, am I? I'll be stuck in here all day."

"Yeah, buddy. You might be." I said, sighing. "But there are things you can do while I'm out there."

"Oh yeah?" He asked, his ears perking up slightly.

"I want you to try contacting Red again. Text him, call him, use a different alias... Do whatever it takes. If he bites, we'll reel him in." I explained, the plan already forming in my head.

"And what are you going to do?" Tyler asked, scratching one of his ears as he spoke.

"Brandon called back. It sounds like he was holding out on us. I'm going to meet him at Henry's place in a few hours." I explained.

"You know where he lives?" Tyler pressed, his eyes trained on me as I pulled myself out of bed.

"I searched the address on my computer." I elaborated. "Apartment 12. Corner of 4th and Chester." I stretched as I stood upright, my muscles aching as I turned back towards Tyler. "But before that, I'm going to go out and get us some food."

The werewolf frowned and looked down at his footpaws before turning to look up at me. "Can you call food in? I'm not sure I want you to leave yet."

I frowned, dropping my hands below my head as I finished stretching. "Why is that?" I asked, placing my hands on my hips as I asked the question.

"I... I'm not sure I can stand yet. I kind of thought we could... You know... Cuddle." Tyler admitted, ears folding forward as he turned his eyes away from me. "I still feel bad about before."

I smiled as I dropped my arms to my sides and sighed. "I'll only be gone for a few minutes. There's a sub shop just down the street. I'll be back in twenty minutes, tops."

The big dog looked disappointed with my answer, his ears lowering as he nodded.

"Tell you what." I sighed, walking towards my dresser. "If you manage to walk all the way to the bathroom and rinse out your mouth by the time I get back..." I paused for a moment as I struggled to hoist my pants up. "We can test how good that dog tongue of yours is at kissing."

"How's that for incentive?" I asked, turning to look at him as I spoke.

The big wolf's ears perked up, his eyes widening at the thought. "Okay. I'll try."

"That's my pup." I said, smiling as I yanked a fresh shirt over my head.

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I hummed to myself as I walked out of the deli, a smile on my face. I had ordered quite a large amount of food, the heavy brown bag in my hands stacked with various foods. I'd ordered a few sandwiches, as well as a variety of cut deli meats. While I had no idea how a werewolf would go about eating any of this, I was more than willing to sit down and watch.

I didn't have to glance at my phone to know that I was already late. I glanced at the bag in my other hand and blushed, thinking back to my awkward conversation with the retail clerk. I'd made a surprise visit to another store along the way, although I was already starting to regret my purchases.

As I strolled towards the apartment, my mind wandering back to Tyler. The mental image of the intimidating werewolf trying to stand on his legs was both amusing and pitiful to me. I had no doubt that my leaving had been a smart decision, if only to give Tyler some well needed encouragement. The jock definitely had some self-image issues, as one would expect after they've transformed into a lumbering wolf.

"M-marked y-you up pretty g-good, d-din't he?" A thickly accented voice from behind me asked. At first I didn't think he was talking to me, but after taking a look around me I quickly realized that there was no one else nearby.

"W-What are you-" I began, turning around.

I didn't have a moment to finish my sentence. A stern hand gripped me by the shoulder and shoved me against a brick wall, my groceries almost slipping out of my hand. The hand belonged to a man with a red hood; the same red hood that Tyler and Brandon had described to me.

"Y-You s-smell just like h-him." Red moaned, leaning in closer to my face. I could smell his body odor now, his hair greasy and unkempt. I noted the dark rings beneath his eyes as he drew in my scent, nostrils flaring.

Holy fuck.

It was the first thought that ran through my mind. It took me a moment to begin panicking, as if my body was slowly trying to catch up to my brain. I stared at Red with wide eyes, a frantic look on my face. I felt like I had to say something in response... anything. Instead I just blinked in confusion, my mouth agape.

He was shorter than I imagined, standing just short of eye level with me. There was anger in his glare, his eyes boring down upon me. They were a vibrant grey, even if they were lacking in hue. I tried to swallow my fear as I stared back at Red. The werewolf was jittery, as if he had some sort of tick. His eyes would twitch, and his shoulder would just upwards before slowly falling back in place.

"R-Relax." Red growled. "I-I j-just-"

The man let out a snarl as he interrupted himself, his face physically shifting in front of me. For just a moment, I saw a flash of the wolf inside him. It wasn't a complete transformation, but for the briefest of seconds I could see his face contort and shift before snapping back into place. It looked like it took all of Red's willpower to hold himself back. The man's eyes were closed in concentration as he grit his teeth.

I knew this was my moment to run. I could have easily knocked the wolf's hand away and made a mad dash towards the nearest door. Instead, I remained frozen in place, my feet refusing to move. The look Red had on his face... It reminded me of something... Someone.

"L-Listen man. I-I f-fucking can't k-keep it in anymore." Red begged, opening his eyes once more. "Y-You gotta let me-"

I watched as Red's free hand reached out towards me. For whatever reason, it was at this time that my body chose to move. I swatted the hand away with my own and glared at the wolf. "No." I hissed.

Suddenly the fear was gone. Instead, there was anger. Before I knew it I was stepping forward, my voice taking on a severe tone.

"Back off." I ordered, my brow furrowing.

My eyes widened in surprise as I watched Red visibly recoil at my words. The werewolf pulled away from me altogether as he did so, his entire body shaking like a leaf. I paused to think about what I had just done when the thought occured to me... Did all werewolves respond to this kind of authority?

"P-Please. I-I don't k-know how l-long I have." Red begged, glancing at the street around us.

For whatever reason, I was currently in charge of this conversation. Whatever reserve of anger I had tapped into was already fading quick. I knew my authority wouldn't last long, and I had to take this initiative.

"Tonight." I growled, stepping forward. "We settle this."

"N-No! I need this now!" Red pleaded.

"Tonight." I reasserted, the authority in my voice making Red step back once more.

"You remember the bathroom where you bit my friend?" I asked, not waiting for a response. "You'll meet me there. At midnight."

"B-But-" Red began before doubling over onto the floor. I could see one of Red's hands shift and twitch as he clawed at his own jacket. It was obvious that Red was unstable. I debated for a second if I could knock the wolf out, but I doubted that I would be able to outmuscle the male, werewolf or otherwise. All I knew for sure was that the man was fighting a losing battle. If I didn't find a way to get rid of him, things could turn ugly.

"You'll meet. Me. There." I said, practically growling at the bent over werewolf. I hoped that the conviction in my tone would show, even if I was actually shaking in fear. "Now get out of here before I change my mind."

I watched as Red quickly scrambled to his feet, bounding away from me without saying another word. I didn't waste any time watching the hooded man round the corner. As soon as Red was running, I was dashing in the opposite direction. My authoritative visage dissipated in an instant as I picked up my pace, my heart racing a mile a minute.

Holy shit, I had just met face to face with Red.

Holy fuck.