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Just before the year ends, I'm squeezing out another story. This one is pretty straightforward and the title says it all--it's about a stray werewolf, making a new friend. Happy holidays and new year to all. Hope you enjoy the story. (18,170 words)

Also, I've been messing around with DALLE2 to come up with quick visualizations for what a scene might looks like, and I've thrown some of those images into the story text. Hopefully that's a positive for the reading experience and doesn't do weird things to the formatting. Images are all clean in content, even if the story itself isn't. Never mind, AI art's been banned. The story is still all human made, though!

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Teagan took a deep breath, then she cupped her hands around her mouth and howled as loud as she could. “Aaawwooooooo!" The sound was melodic and mournful as she held it as long as she could.

When she finally ran out of air, Teagan was grinning. It was plain fun to be loud out in the wild. From her vantage point up in the hills, she had an excellent view of the setting sun as it illuminated the valley in shades of deep orange. She crouched down and used a stick to poke at her campfire, where several skewers of food were slowly grilling.

Teagan then turned around to the tent she'd set up, reached into a triangular case, and took out her violin—a small, humble musical instrument made of wood, accompanied by a simple bow. She plucked at the steel strings and hummed softly to herself, then with a smooth motion she placed the violin against her shoulder and started drawing the bow back and forth.

Standing beside the campfire, alone out in the wild, Teagan played her violin. The music had a quivering, haunting nature as the woody harmonics of the instrument filled the forest clearing. There was a deep flow to the music, and Teagan let herself get swept up in the melody as she played a smooth, elegant tune from memory.

Minutes later, the song was done but she wasn't. Teagan lowered her violin and bow, then she raised her head to the sky and howled again. “Ooowwwwooo!!"

She paused for a long while to listen for any response, but there was nothing but a faint chirp from a bird and the rustle of the wind in the trees. With a shrug, Teagan raised her violin and played again. This time she made it almost halfway through the song before there was a crack of a twig being stepped on. Teagan's gaze snapped to a series of large bushes at one side of the clearing, but she kept up the smooth motions of her arm as she played her violin.

Five more seconds of music, then ten, and then finally the new arrival showed. Stepping carefully between the bushes came a young man, skinny with a dishevelled appearance. He had sharp, dark brown eyes and a striking face that could have been handsome were it not for the thin, undernourished look he had, and the short but unkempt beard that clung to his cheeks and chin. His hair was a deep brown, almost black, but it was overlong and untrimmed, and just as messy as his clothing. He stood about a half head taller than Teagan, and wore a simple tunic and pants under a grey outdoors coat which looked dirty and torn in a few places.

All that dirt slightly hindered a guess at age, but he looked around mid-twenties. He didn't have a backpack or hiking staff, just empty hands as he stopped at the edge of the clearing and stared at Teagan with a disbelieving expression.

Teagan had been managing to keep in the flow of the music, but the shocked look on the young man's face made her laugh and lose the tune. “Haha. Oh, dang it." She strummed a few more discordant notes, but then she let her bow go still. “No, that's the wrong stanza."

There was a nervous, uncertain energy around the young man, as if he were about to bolt back into the woods, but then he spoke. “Are you… are you a witch?"

That made Teagan laugh again, and for longer this time. “Hahahaha. Me? A witch? Why would you think that?"

The man blinked. He raised a hand and gestured at her. “Because… you're… you're a young woman all alone out in the forest, playing a violin around a campfire as night falls. And were you howling earlier?"

Teagan grinned. “When you put it that way, it does sound like something a witch would do." She put her violin down into its case, then she stepped over and extended her hand. “I'm Teagan. And who are you?"

“Oliver." Oliver hesitantly took her hand and shook it. He had a firm grip, but Teagan could see that his arm was thin and lean, just like the rest of him. His speech was easily understandable but had a subtle regional accent to it—some sounds pronounced differently, with an even cadence to the words. In contrast, Teagan's speech was snappy, clipped, and quick, bearing the impatient tonal intonations of someone coming from the urbanized central regions of the Marlander Empire.

“So you… are a witch?" Oliver asked.

“That depends on your definition." Teagan sat down on a fallen log, and she again used a branch to poke at the campfire. Satisfied that her meat was done cooking, she lifted the skewers off the fire. Several small potatoes were also wrapped in foil and had been baking, and now she rolled them out from the heat. She gestured beside her. “I have some spare food. Care to join a stranger for dinner?"

Oliver's eyes lit up, though after a split second he tried not to look quite as desperately hungry as he evidently was. “I don't have any coin to pay you."

“Then it's charity." Teagan passed over one of the meat skewers.

“Thank you. You're most kind." Oliver took the food, and then he immediately took several ravenous bites, pulling chunks of meat from the wooden skewer. He immediately winced from the heat and was more cautious as he ate, but he was clearly hungry. “Mhhm… Thank you. Thanks…" He sat down on the log, not right beside her, but with a decent distance between them.

“No problem." Teagan cautiously ate some of the food too, but she watched Oliver closely. “What brings you out here? Do you live on one of the nearby farms?" she casually asked, with a friendly smile.

Oliver froze mid-bite, and it took him a few seconds too long to respond to such a simple question. “It's complicated. My family runs the farm on the north side of the valley, but I've been staying in town. Or I was staying in town until… well, things are complicated." He nodded towards Teagan. “The town of Ridgewood is barely half a league to the southeast. If you were a normal traveller, I imagine you would rest the night in the inn there, not stay out into the forest and set up camp?"

Teagan's smile became genuine. She offered a couple more skewers of meat to Oliver, which he took with a thankful nod. “Very deductive. Or perhaps I have other reasons for being out here in the wild?"

“What reason would that be?" Oliver's gaze darted up and down her form. “Are you a witch? But your cloak doesn't have the Magician's Guild logo. And you're not wearing a wand holster."

“I'm not a witch, not in that sense. But I am a traveller, yes. I was travelling through the valley and passing through Ridgewood when I heard some interesting news." Teagan reached down to her violin case—which had space for the instrument itself, the bow that came with it, and also several other compartments—and she tried to remove something, but it was hard to do while still holding onto her skewer of grilled meat. Teagan pushed her long, tawny hair behind her ears, then she put the skewer sideway into her mouth and held it with her teeth. Using both hands now, she opened the compartment of her violin case and pulled out a folded, crumpled piece of paper.

Teagan unfolded and smoothed out the paper, which was a leaflet with a simple message. “A wolf has been spotted lurking near the town at night, rummaging through garbage bins for scraps and prowling around the outskirts. There's a reward of twenty gold coins offered by the town guard for hunting down the beast. Now that the wild creature has shown itself willing to enter the town, they worry it'll be eating children or livestock next."

Oliver didn't visibly react to this information, but again he took a bit too long to think it through. His eyes were sharp, and thoughts were running quickly through his head, yet he stayed quiet. Finally he glanced at Teagan again, looking a tad more wary of her. “So you're a hunter looking to collect a bounty? Or an adventurer on a quest?"

Teagan grinned again. “Something like that. Or maybe I am just a witch?" She gestured with a finger, as if jabbing something through the air. “Pew, pew. Spells, magic. Poof, you're now a toad. Haha."

Oliver chuckled too, but slightly nervously. “Heh. I… don't know what to make of this. If you were a magician, you ought to be wearing the guild insignia and have a wand or a staff. But if you were a hunter or adventurer, then you should have a sword or a spear or even a bow."

Teagan waved her violin bow. “I do have a bow." Abruptly she stood up and dropped her bow back into the violin case, before snapping off the last bits of meat and tossing the wooden skewer into the campfire. Then she closed the distance towards Oliver.

Oliver tensed up as he approached—he put a hand down on the log and leaned forward, as if about to leap to his feet and flee, but he held his nerve as Teagan approached. “What are you doing…?"

Teagan put her hand on his shoulder and leaned slightly closer, then she stepped back and folded her arms. “Hmm. Look at you. What's a boy like you doing out here in the woods?"

“I… boy like me? What's that mean?" Oliver shook his head, but he remained stiff, like a wild animal about to bolt. “What are you doing out here in the woods?" he countered.

Teagan let out a chuckle. “Hah! I told you already. I'm a traveller passing through the valley, taking a little detour to try hunting for a wolf. You can drop the act. I know what you are."

“I don't know what you're talking about," Oliver instantly replied, but he wouldn't meet her eyes.

Teagan folded her arms again. The awkwardness was contagious, and now it made her doubt her own assumptions. “Hmm. Well I… I just thought you… I assumed… but… fine." She sat back down on the log with her arms still crossed. “But you… hmfh."

After some thought, she took out her canteen. Teagan removed the cup that covered the metal bottle and poured water into it. She took a long swig to quench her thirst, then she reached into her violin case and took out a tea bag, which she tossed into the cup before leaving it beside the fire for some warmth.

Then she picked up a baked potato. Peeling back the foil, she blew at the steaming hot food to cool it down before taking a bite. She picked up a second baked potato and offered it towards Oliver—he raised his hand, then caught the potato deftly when she tossed it towards him.

For a moment both of them ate in silence, watching each other with a mutual sense of suspicious curiosity. Oliver had an intensity to his gaze, which made Teagan grin faintly, and that appeared to make him even more suspicious.

After another few minutes had passed, Teagan took her cup from the fire and sniffed at it—she could smell the fresh, herbal scent of the tea as it quickly infused from the teabag. She raised the cup to her mouth and pretended to drink, but the liquid never touched her lips. Then she offered the cup to the young man sitting on the log beside her. “Want a drink? It's tea."

Oliver took the cup. “Oh, sure. Thanks. Tea from Teagan. Haha."

Teagan tried and failed to hold back a laugh. “Hah. You silly… Just drink it."

Oliver cautiously took a sip, then held back a cough. “Ahk. Huh. Spicy. What sort of tea is this?"

“Just a blend of some things. Dried leaves of pepper, mango, parsley. You know…?"

“Unusual. I've never tried a peppery tea." Oliver shrugged and took another gulp, but the taste didn't agree with him. He swallowed to be polite, then he passed the cup back to her. Teagan put the tea down without drinking.

A few seconds later, Oliver coughed again. “Ahkk." He thumped his fist against his chest, then coughed again. “Ahk, ahem."

Teagan watched curiously. This time she was the one leaning forward, ready to jump to a stand. “You alright, Oliver?"

Oliver coughed again. “Your tea really leaves an aftertaste. Feels like it's burning in my…" He tried to stand, but then a strong bout of coughs made him bend over and drop down to the grass. He immediately tried to get back up, however a shudder went through his body and he stumbled back down to the ground. “No, wait…!"

“I knew it. I knew it!" Teagan leapt to her feet. Right before her eyes, a shimmer ran over Oliver and he changed. Underneath his clothing, his body twisted and shifted as his limbs altered in length, and hair started sprouting on every inch of exposed skin that was visible, quickly thickening into dark grey fur. Even his face changed—first with thick hair that became fur covering his skin, then with his mouth and nose stretching out into a canine snout, while his ears became large, triangular, and moving to the top of his head.

Teagan had been expecting it, yet she still found herself frozen as curiosity got the better of her. Where before had been a young man, now there was a wild animal—a wolf—still tangled up in the shirt, pants, and coat he had been wearing before. Down on four limbs, the beast flailed about, trying to run but with limbs caught in the clothing. The wolf tried to struggle out of the shirt, but thick fur meant that clothes didn't fit well, and those big ears didn't make it any easier. In a wild blind panic, the wolf crashed into Teagan's tent and took down the simple structure, ending up tangled up in the tent sheets.

“Hey! That's my tent!" Teagan exclaimed. As one of the stakes came free from the ground, she grabbed onto the rope to yank it back. By luck, pulling on the rope made a loop tighten around the wolf's neck.

Teagan held the rope firmly with both hands as the wolf continued to flail about in panic. Each movement just made the rope loop tighten, not enough to choke, but enough to restrain. Still entrapped in clothing and tent sheeting, the wolf attempted to stand up on all fours and run away, yet the creature couldn't get free from the rope loop that Teagan was holding onto, and not to mention still being entangled by clothes. The beast was large—the size of a huge dog, with head coming up to around Teagan's waist, but she held firm even as the wolf struggled and flailed, trying to get free.

Finally the wolf stropped and went limp. The beast slumped down sideways amongst the collapsed remnants of Teagan's tent, with limbs, body, and tail all still trapped by clothing. “Ahhh… Hahh…" After a few pants, wide, dark eyes fixed on Teagan and he struggled back to a shaky four-legged stand. “Please don't kill me!" Oliver said, in much the same voice as before.

“So you can talk," Teagan replied sharply. She made a few tugs of the rope for emphasis. “Yeah. Yeah! What's the hell is your problem?!"

“Don't hurt me. It's me. I'm… I'm Oliver. I'm a… a werewolf," stammered the wolf.

“Yeah, I know you're a werewolf. Obviously!" Teagan snapped. “Well done. You've demolished my tent."

Oliver shook his head, a very human looking gesture for a wolf. His hackles were raised, and his ears were folded flat against his head. He tried again to pull free, but Teagan held firm. “Let me… let me go! You're surprisingly strong. Let me go or… or I'll bite you!" He bared his teeth, but looked more terrified than threatening.

Teagan was unintimidated. “You'll bite me?"

“I'll bite you! There would be blood and it would be painful and scary! And I'm a werewolf, so you might end up a werewolf too! How horrible."

Teagan was completely unintimidated. “Oh, horrible, you say?"

“ Please let me go," he begged.

Teagan frowned. “Ok, relax. I'm going to untangle you from my tent. Just hold still." She strolled closer and then started pulling on the tent poles and sheets, eventually managing to find the part that kept the rope looped around Oliver's neck. The werewolf's eyes darted about as he watched her every move, but he kept completely still as she gradually loosened the rope loop until she could lift it off his neck. Teagan took a step back. “There. See? Better?"

Oliver stayed frozen even though he was now free. Wolves were supposed to be powerful apex predators, but there was nervous panic visible in his eyes. Then he spun around and bolted. Oliver got barely two steps before getting tripped up in his clothing again and falling to the ground, yet he frantically scrambled back to his four feet and half-ran, half-shuffled his way out of the clearing and back into the forest again.

Now it was Teagan's turn to stand frozen, not from panic but confusion. “I just don't understand people sometimes… was that my fault? Maybe that was my fault." She dropped the tentpole she was holding and tossed more firewood into her campfire, then she crossed her arms and sighed at the sight of her tent.

It took a good half hour for Teagan to partially dismantle, then reassemble her tent, checking all the parts for any damage. Her tent was just a small, simple thing made for light camping, enough to withstand wind and some rain, but certainly it hadn't been made to survive a panicked charge by a wolf.

By the time she was done, the sun was getting low on the horizon and Teagan wiped sweat from her brow. “I should have just stayed in Ridgewood and rented a room from the inn," she muttered to herself.

As she sat down on the fallen log again, her gaze drifted over to the leaflet from earlier. “ Wolf Spotted near Town Outskirts! Do not leave elderly or children alone outdoors. Twenty Gold for Kill or Capture ", read the paper. So much for that—she'd found the wolf, but he wasn't just a wolf, and she strongly doubted she was going to see him again.

Teagan crumpled the leaflet into a ball and tossed it at her campfire. She missed. The paper ball merely landed in the grass. Ignoring it, Teagan picked up her violin again and calmed her mind. The wolf—that boy, Oliver—had just been a distraction anyway. Yet if only she had approached things in a different way, said something different, done things differently… but it wasn't worth worrying about.

Humming softly to herself, Teagan resumed playing. With quick, light movements of her bow over the violin, she played a fast, chippy tune that flowed over and over, building up until it filled the forest clearing with lively energy. Her fingers danced over the strings without any thought, using musical muscle memory acquired through years of practice.

Teagan took a deep breath as the music filled her, melodious and grand.

In that moment it was just her and the music, but then movement. Teagan nearly lost her melody, but she forced herself to concentrate. Don't look, she tried to tell herself, unsuccessfully. She watched, still playing her violin, as Oliver cautiously peeked around from behind a bush. The werewolf was mostly free of his shabby, poorly fitting clothing, and was now only wearing his cloak loosely draped over his back as his stood on four legs, watching her play. Teagan opened her mouth to say something to him, but then she decided to keep the music going instead.

As she let the quick paced song repeat, Oliver slowly approached the campfire again, drawn by curiosity that overruled fear. He cocked his head to the side, and one ear twitched as Teagan played a flourish of particularly high-pitched notes.

“What song is that? That sounds familiar. I've heard that before." Unexpectedly, pleasingly, Oliver joined in the music. It started off with a soft whine from his throat, but then he started humming along with the song. Wolves could howl tremendously loud, but instead he softly harmonized. “Hmmm, hmmmm…"

Teagan hummed along too, and just in that moment it felt like a connection was formed between them. Softly she murmured the lyrics to herself. “ Mano kukar kar-koureouma, rano… Mano kukar kar-koureouma… "

“ Meno, what? Is that some sort of spell?" Oliver looked less worried now, and instead openly intrigued, as if the ability to play good music proved Teagan was to be trusted. Or perhaps he simply enjoyed the music, just as she did. The wolf bounced about between his paws and his ears perked up. “Are those words of power? No, that's ocari!"

Teagan laughed with genuine joy, and she sang again. “Hehe. Mano koukar kar-koureouma! Mano kukar kar-koureouma !" She played another flurry of notes, letting the melody fold over itself again and again, before gradually she drew the song to its close. Softer and softer, the music faded out until finally she slid her bow free and let the violin strings go silent. Teagan couldn't help but grin. “It is ocari. You know the language?"

“Not fluently, but my grandmother was ocari. I remember she used to sing just like that, back when I was little. Oh, that music, what a glorious tune." Oliver hummed again, moving his head from side to side, then he sang, “ Mano kar, mano kukarm kar-koureoma…" His pronunciation of the words was even better than hers. His tail was wagging slightly, but then he noticed and appeared to get embarrassed, which made it stop.

“It's an ocarian folk song." Teagan shifted her fingers on her violin, silently moving through the repeated patterns of the song, then she lowered the instrument and stared at Oliver. “You don't look ocari."

Oliver rolled his eyes. “I don't look ocari? I'm a dog!"

“Haha. You're not a dog. You're a wolf. Different thing." Teagan gestured. “But your name isn't Ocari, and before you changed, I wouldn't have guessed you were anything but Marlander stock. Though who can really tell?"

“Who can really tell, indeed!" Oliver sat back on his haunches, watching her curiously. “Earlier, you could tell I was a werewolf! How?"

Teagan winked and pointed a finger. “Smelled it on you, wolfy boy."

Looking mortified, Oliver lowered his head and tried to sniff at his armpit. “Do I stink that bad? I've been living out here in the wild for… for a few weeks. I try to wash in the river, but I don't have any soap…"

Teagan just laughed. “Ahaha. No, you silly. You still don't get it? Why do I ever bother being subtle?" With care, she put down her violin into its case.

And then she shifted. That same shimmer passed over her body, and fur ran down her arms while her hands twisted into paws, while her nails lengthened into claws. Her long hair melted away into raw magical energy that briefly swirled around her body, as greyish fur rapidly grew to cover her face, neck, and everywhere else. In just a second she suddenly had a snout, pointy ears, big canine teeth, and all sorts of lupine features.

Teagan held the shift halfway—instead of transforming all the way into true wolf form like Oliver had, she maintained an upright bipedal stance even though she mostly otherwise resembled a wolf. Her hands were covered in fur and she had leather pads over her palms, with claws at the tips of fingers, but they were still hands, not paws, and she kept most of her manual dexterity. All her clothes still fit well against her form, even though her body now puffed out with fur. Whereas Oliver's fur was dark grey and even black in some patches, Teagan was lighter in colour—the main shade of her fur hide was still grey, but tinged with orange-brown and the copper hues that her human hair had possessed.

“Woah!!" Oliver lunged backwards, like a startled cat. “You're one of… You're a…! You're a werewolf!"

“Yes. Just like you, wolfy boy. Now you get it?" Teagan's lips pulled back over her snout in a toothy grin. Then she pushed on the deep sense of energy within her, and let her body slip back into human form. Her transformation reversed in an instant, leaving her human again.

Oliver was watching her with a wide-eyed look. “Oh, wow. Another werewolf! Oh. Oh. Wow. Uhh, I have so many questions."

Teagan tightened her cloak around her human body again, then she sat down on the log once more. Silently she beckoned with her hand.

“So many questions." Oliver stared into the fire, and Teagan briefly saw his eyes glint as they reflected the flickering orange light. “You knew I was a werewolf because you could smell me, because you were a werewolf too!"

“Yep."

“What was in that tea you gave me? How did you… force me to transform into a wolf?"

Teagan shrugged. “I told you earlier. That tea is pepper leaves and mango oil. It's a mess on your stomach if you're human, but a wolf's stomach is tougher. So your body will force into wolf form to protect itself. Normal humans just feel a little sick or have a bit of an upset stomach, but werewolves will transform. It's an emergency concoction in case I somehow have trouble transforming normally. I thought you would understand when I offered it, but you didn't." Reaching down to her violin case again, Teagan took out another teabag and held it with two fingers. “This one's the opposite. Onion and grape extract. It'll mess up a wolf's digestive system, and so your body will force back into human form to handle it."

“That sounds useful. Very useful!" Oliver's gaze darted from the teabag, to Teagan, and then back again. “Can I have it?"

“Nah, it's mine." Teagan grinned and dropped the teabag into her case again. “And I think I prefer you like this anyway." She slid off the log and crouched down closer to Oliver. He looked wary at first, but he didn't bite or pull away when she reached out her hand. Then when Teagan began to pat him on the head and back, stroking his fur, he slowly relaxed. “Good wolfy."

“Hmm… ooh." Oliver shivered and his fur puffed out around his body, underneath the ragged cloak draped over his back. “Ok but you said the tea is only for emergencies? Then how do I control the werewolf transformation? You must be able to control it. Just now you changed back and forth like it was nothing."

“It's practice. You are obviously new to being a werewolf, if you don't even know that. And seriously speaking, having to force transformations with this tea is a bad habit. You should practice transforming at will." Teagan continued patting Oliver. His fur was soft and silky smooth, even though overall his body was still thin and gaunt like he had been in human form. “Your fur is so nice! My fur isn't this soft."

“I wouldn't know anything about that," Oliver drily replied, but he didn't take any action to stop Teagan patting him. “Now it all makes sense. You're not a witch then, just a werewolf."

“Yes. Just like you." Teagan grinned, but then she hesitated. “My turn to ask questions. What happened to you? What's your story?"

Oliver was quiet for a long while before he replied. “It's complicated… well, how do I explain this? It's a long story."

Teagan got out of her crouch and instead sat down on the grassy forest floor, leaning back against the fallen log. “I'm listening."

Oliver also sat back on his haunches. “All my life… I came from a family of farmers. My parents, siblings, grandparents, and even my aunt, uncle, and cousins all live on a big farm to the north of Ridgewood. But I… I've always dreamed about doing something else, and maybe living in a big city like Tiwani or Kadrin."

Teagan nodded. “Tiwani's a nice city, especially in the winter and spring. Kadrin is bustle all year around."

“You've been there? Wow. My family thinks I'm silly for wanting to move to the city, but they've been supportive. Or they were. But anyway, living in the city would be quite a jump for me. So for about year now I've been working in the town instead, practicing with living away from my family and in a different environment. That makes sense, right?"

Teagan gestured out over the valley. Night was beginning to fall, but the town of Ridgewood remained visible as lights started to come on across the cluster of buildings. “To some extent. Ridgewood is a small town. Almost a village. It's tiny and quiet compared to the big city."

“I know. But this place has always been my home. I grew up in this valley." Oliver let out a soft huff. “Huh. I'm going off topic. Anyway! Ridgewood's town hall has an archive wing where they store all sorts of old books and relics. It used to be a historical museum and library, but the collection hasn't been maintained for decades, and plenty of records are missing. I got a job as assistant to the archivist to help him sort out all the old stuff. Turns out that I'm surprisingly good with books and references and clerical work."

Teagan nodded again. “Yes?"

Oliver gestured with his paws. “Then… there was this really old book with thick heavy covers made from metal wrapped with weird leather. I couldn't read any of the text, but… it bit me. The book snapped shut on my hand—pinched my fingers and even drew a bit of blood from the metal. And in hindsight, I should have realized it was obviously cursed in some way, just from the evil look of it. I thought I was fine, but a few days later I… on the full moon, I had a terrible fever for days, then I turned into this. A wolf." Oliver was quiet again for a moment. “And… that's it. That's the story of how I became a werewolf. Long story short, a book bit me around one month ago."

Teagan laughed from the abrupt end to Oliver's story, then caught herself. “Woah. Hahaha. Oh. Ok! Thanks for sharing. That's not what I expected at all. I'm sorry that happened to you."

Oliver sighed dramatically. “Huuh! Then when I first turned into a wolf, I… it was like a fever dream. I thought I was in a nightmare. And I may have freaked out and completely trashed my room in a mad panic. I jumped out the window and fled to the barn. And this was in the middle of the night with the full moon, so my father came to see what was going on with all the commotion. He didn't react well to seeing all the chickens spooked by a wolf."

Teagan winced. “Oh no."

“It was… chaotic. He grabbed an axe, and my uncle ran to get the crossbow." Oliver shook his head. “I thought they would understand I wasn't just a wild wolf when I try to talk to them, but no. Let's just say my family life is complicated right now. Half of them think I'm possessed by a demon, and the other half thinks I've been killed and replaced by a changeling that's plotting to eat them all. My eldest brother knows a bit more and he tried to explain lycanthropy to them, but… no one thinks of werewolves as any better than changelings or demons. I've been roughing it out in the woods for these past few weeks."

Teagan nodded understandingly. “Which is why the town has been complaining about a wolf roaming around the outskirts, scavenging through trash bins for scraps. That's you."

Oliver's ears folded flat against his head. “It's not like I had a choice! My family kicked me out of the farm, and I lost my job in the town because half the time I'm stuck as a wolf, and I can't be doing archival work while I'm a wolf. I don't want to be eating the food that people throw out, but I'm not going to starve."

“You could hunt wild game from the forest," Teagan suggested.

“I don't have a bow, and I never learned how to make traps. I was a farmer boy, then an apprentice archivist, but never a hunter or a trapper."

Teagan used a finger to poke Oliver's side, under his ribcage, just enough to make him squirm. “Wolves don't need bows or traps. You've got teeth. Hunt down some deer."

“I don't know how to do that either!"

“Oh."

Oliver shook his head dejectedly. “I thought that being a werewolf, there would be… beastly wolf instincts fighting for control over my mind? But no. It's just me."

“It's just you," Teagan confirmed. “That's how this works. You do have a point—I wouldn't know how to hunt down a deer if you asked me to either. At best I know a little bit about camping, but not real wilderness survival." Teagan reached out to pat Oliver's head again, and his fluffy, furry back underneath his tattered cloak. “You have a crazy story. When I heard about a wolf harassing the town, I thought it was just an overconfident wild wolf that I could scare off. I didn't expect it to be a new werewolf who'd been turned by some cursed old book."

Oliver sighed. He shimmied slightly closer to let Teagan scratch him behind his ears. “It's such a relief to finally have someone to talk to after all these weeks. Someone who understands."

Teagan chuckled. “Hmm. When I offered you the tea, I thought that would be an obvious indication that I knew you were a werewolf. But then you just drank it anyway, because you didn't know that pepper tea would make you change."

“Yes!" Oliver nodded at her. “Sorry about your tent, by the way."

“It's fine. No harm done. I've set it back up. Obviously." Teagan gestured at her tent. “Honestly Oliver, I feel bad for you. You don't know anything about werewolves. About what you are. That's definitely not the usual way lycanthropy is spread."

“What's the usual way?"

“The usual way?" Teagan rubbed her palm against her cheek, then she slid her thumb across the points of her teeth. “By the bite of a werewolf! Grrr!" She bared her teeth at Oliver and growled, but then she grinned. “No but, uh, there's a complex process. If a person wants to become a werewolf, they need to submit a load of application forms. That's followed by a long series of interviews and a mandatory background check."

“What?" Oliver's surprised, wide-eyed expression was becoming a familiar sight. Teagan had found it cute while he was human, and possibly even more so now that he was a wolf. “Did you say, submit applicationforms and an interview process to become a werewolf? What?! Submit to whom? Is there some werewolf guild? A werewolf secret society?"

Tegan laughed. “Haha. No, you silly… You submit forms to the government. I believe it's imperial documentation code twelve-zero-six. The Marlander Imperial Agency of Magic keeps a close watch on us. Every single werewolf needs to be registered." She put on a serious face. “Since you're new to this, let me warn you—it is extremely illegal to spread lycanthropy."

Oliver nodded. “Yeah, it was… terrifying for me to suddenly turn into a wolf. I agree it should definitely be illegal to turn someone into a werewolf without them knowing!"

Teagan shook her head. “No, no, listen. It's more than that. Spreading lycanthropy is illegal, regardless of the other person's consent. Don't let people know you're a werewolf. And if someone somehow realizes you're a werewolf, do not turn them no matter what they ask. It is very illegal. The imperial government will send hunter squads if they hear about unauthorized spreading of lycanthropy. If you're lucky, you go to jail—if you're unlucky, you get disappeared."

Oliver tilted his head. “Oh. That seems excessively harsh."

“It's the law. Lycanthropy is contagious and needs to be controlled, or so decrees the Emperor and the Imperial Controllers." Teagan raised her right hand and snapped her fingers, and then in an instant she had a wolf's paw instead of a hand. Keeping the rest of her body human, she idly peered at her paw and examined her claws. “Now that you're a werewolf, you'll age at half the normal speed, but not all your life will be as you want. The motions of the lunar cycle will try to dictate whether your body is wolf or human, until you learn to control the shift. And imagine if lycanthropy spread uncontrolled throughout a town or a city—come the next full moon, there would be so many untrained, panicking people running around as wolves. There wouldn't be time for people to learn how to control it—society would collapse."

Oliver's ear flicked. “I see. I suppose it isn't easy to do work when you don't have hands. And society collapsing would be bad."

“Well, that's supposedly why the imperial government makes it a crime to spread lycanthropy. That, and the fact that people just don't like werewolves. But that's the law." Teagan gestured with her wolf paw, then with a wave she shifted back to fully human. “Don't bite anyone, don't spit on anyone, don't kiss anyone, and be careful about sharing drinks or food. It's a lonely life."

“I guess… I guess it's a good thing my family was so paranoid and kicked me out of the house then." Though the dusk air was still warm from the remnant heat of day, Oliver shivered, and his fur puffed out. “I'm an outcast now."

“We're strays in a rough—" Teagan pronounced the word like it was a bark, and she couldn't hold back another grin. “— ruff, uncaring world. Hahahaha."

Oliver glared at her, but he gritted his teeth to hold back a laugh. “I didn't ask for this."

“I know, I know. I didn't ask for this either."

“You didn't? I thought you said… there were application forms and all that to become a werewolf?"

Tegan shook her head. “Not for me. I certainly never requested to be a werewolf."

Oliver watched her. “Oh? Then how…?"

Teagan grinned. “My father was a werewolf, proud and fierce. My mother was also a werewolf, cunning and swift. And they met, and they became friends, and they courted, and then they… had certain intimate relations. They also got married. I'm not quite sure about the order of events, but all these happened. But there was definitely a lot of action, because it's really, really difficult for two werewolves to have a kid. And that's another reason why there would be societal collapse if too many people became werewolves. Demographics and stuff."

Oliver blinked but said nothing.

Teagan made a fist with one hand, then she stuck her other index finger through. “When you've got two werewolves, there's interference with the lycanthropy magic or something that make it really hard to conceive. It takes decades of trying to have a child. Lots and lots of sex."

“Uh…" Oliver coughed awkwardly, and he glanced away, which just made Teagan laugh.

“What are you embarrassed about, wolfy boy? You grew up on a farm. Surely you are aware of how sex works. You must have seen the animals screwing each other."

“That's different! First of all, my family runs a chicken farm. Chickens don't…" Oliver gestured with his two front paws, trying to imitate the fist and finger gesture Teagan had done earlier, but his wolf paws didn't have quite enough dexterity to pull it off. Seeing his attempt made Teagan chuckle.

“Chickens don't screw each other!" Oliver continued. “Well, they do, but not like that. Chickens don't have cocks. Well, they do, but not that sort of cock. I think you know what I mean!"

“Hahaha!" Teagan laughed even harder.

“Second… Excuse me, excuse you, stop laughing! Hey! Secondly, I do know how sex works, thank you very much. But it's not appropriate, polite conversation to discuss that sort of thing."

Teagan had to wipe away the tears from her eyes, from how hard she laughed. “Hahahahaha! Polite conversation?"

Oliver glared at her with a half amused, half offended expression on his canine face. “Yes, Miss Mad Witch, we were having a serious, civilized conversation."

“Oh, but are we civilized?" Teagan gestured to Oliver. “You're not wearing pants."

Oliver was only wearing his cloak, loosely draped over his shoulders with the sleeves dangling. He had been sitting upright, which left certain portions of his anatomy visible—looking embarrassed again, he hurriedly folded his forelimbs and lay down on his front, hiding his groin from Teagan's unashamed stare. “I'm a werewolf! Clothes don't fit a wolf."

“Your clothes, maybe. Watch this, wolfy boy." Standing up, Teagan shifted into her wolf form. As her body altered its shape and dimensions, she grabbed and pulled several small straps placed at various points on her garments. Teagan was wearing a thick weatherproof cloak that was sturdy, comfortable, and easy to travel in, as well as a simple well-fitted dress that went down to just above her knees, but underneath that nothing else. Her clothes were specially made so that with a quick pull to various straps, they would tighten in some spots and loosen in other areas—making them fit poorly to her in human form, but adjusting all her clothing to make it fit snugly against her quadrupedal wolf form.

Dropping forward to all fours, Teagan briefly shook herself all over, and she wiggled her butt to push out her fluffy tail past the hem of her cloak's skirt. In just a few seconds, she now completely resembled a wolf, albeit one wearing clothing which fit perfectly well. She leapt out of her boots and kicked off her socks—the only parts of her attire that couldn't work in both human and wolf form—and then she lazily pranced around the campfire.

“Hah! Clothes absolutely can fit. I'm a civilized werewolf. See?" With a playful laugh, Teagan padded around Oliver, who looked impressed. He turned his head, tracking her movement as she strolled around him.

“Huh. Wow. That's a clever idea. Those clothes do look good on you."

“Don't be jealous. Most werewolves don't bother getting their clothes custom-made. It's only if you really, really like to shift back and forth frequently, and can't be bothered to keep taking off and putting back on your clothes." With another push on that inner power within her, Teagan shifted back to human form and stood back upright. For a moment her dress clung high, revealing her legs to an indecent degree, before Teagan yanked a strap and her dress dropped back down again.

Oliver had definitely snuck a look at her thighs. He flinched guiltily when Teagan grinned at him. “Uhm…"

“Why are you even wearing that?" Stepping close, Teagan casually lifted the ragged cloak off Oliver's back. “It's tattered, and it doesn't fit you."

Oliver stood up and snapped his jaws to make a half-hearted attempt to take his cloak back, but he couldn't pull or bite too hard on the fabric—it was already damaged, and evidently wasn't meant for as much heavy, continuous outdoors use as he had put it through. After a second he gave up and let go. “I'm not like you! I'm not used to all of this. And if I don't wear anything then I'm just a wild animal, lost in the wild and alone. Being a werewolf has been an incredibly stressful, lonely, hungry experience."

“Awww!" Letting out a sympathetic noise, Teagan crouched down and hugged Oliver. “You poor little stray wolfy, abandoned by society! Don't be sad. I'll take care of you."

“I'm not really sad. I'm just… I was unsure. But now having met you, I'm a little less lost than before." Oliver appeared to enjoy the hug, though he seemed less certain about how to react as Teagan ran her hands through his fur.

Teagan slid her fingers against Oliver's side. “Your fur really is very thick and soft."

“I… uh… thanks?" He tilted his head, then hesitated once, twice, before he put his snout towards Teagan and sniffed at her neck. “You smell… nice."

“Haha. Why, thank you." With a laugh, Teagan winked at Oliver, which made him look mortified.

“Wait, why did I say that aloud?! My nose is just really sensitive when I'm a wolf, but I suppose you must obviously already know that and I… I just… oohhh… hmm…" Oliver's voice trailed off as Teagan began patting him on the head.

“You know what I think? I think you're a kulardar. A zhy kulardar , yes you are," Teagan murmured with a grin.

One of Oliver's big, triangular ears flicked as Teagan gently scratched him on the top of his head. “ What did you just call me?"

Teagan laughed. “Haha. It's an ocari phrase. It means—"

Oliver interrupted her. “I know what it means! My grandmother used to call me that."

That fact made Teagan laugh even harder. “Hahaha, so it is true! You really are a kulardar—a good boy. I knew it. Zhy kulardar—very good boy—yes, you are. Good Oliver, nice Oliver."

Oliver let out an amused huff. “I… shall tolerate this," he muttered, verbally trying to sound aloof, but he took no action to resist Teagan's head pats. In fact, subconsciously his tail wagged and he started leaning towards her.

He was putty in her hands. With a systematic series of pats to his head and back, Teagan got Oliver increasingly relaxed until his eyes were half-lidded and his jaws were open in a soft pant. Finally with a surprised whimper, the werewolf tumbled onto his side and dropped down to the grass. “Hnng?"

“Hehaha. Good boy." Seeing a chance to escalate, Teagan struck immediately—time for some belly rubs. “You're soft. I like that."

Oliver was practically radiating contentment at this point. Rolled onto his back, he blinked up at Teagan as she crouched beside him, with his expression curious and naive. “Is this… is this actually a werewolf greeting? Do you do this with every werewolf you meet?"

“Oh, absolutely not. It is strictly reserved for good boys." Teagan patted the wolf's chest and ruffled his fur. She could have told Oliver anything—he knew so little about werewolves that she could have spun whatever wild story she wanted, and he would just have believed her—but she let the truth slip out of her mouth. “Strangely enough, you and I are a rare kind— young werewolves? In the past few decades, the imperial government has been very strict, and they hardly approve any applications to become a werewolf. And those they do approve are usually wealthy or influential people who get some weird obsession about prolonging their longevity or living a secret hidden life."

“Oh?"

“People who want to be werewolves are usually weirdos. Natural-born lycans like me, or the occasional accidental turn like you—at least we try to be normal, right?" Teagan briefly paused rubbing Oliver's belly to raise a hand. “Would you believe that I can count on one hand the number of werewolves I know who are even within… say a decade of my age? Only five. Sure I know dozens and dozens of older werewolves, but their average age is more than a century old.

“If we're talking about young werewolves, I only know five. Six including you. So I just wish I had more friends. I can't talk with normal humans about being a werewolf, and most werewolves are so much older that they don't relate and… I'm trying to say that I understand what you mean when you said being a werewolf is lonely, because it really can be." Then she stopped. “Wait, how did I get on this topic?"

Still lying on his back, Oliver watched her curiously. “Hmmm…"

“Right, I remember. You were asking if belly rubs and head pats is a werewolf greeting, and no, it isn't. I'm only giving you this special treatment because you're such a good, good boy." Teagan grinned and she patted Oliver's fur-covered chest again. “You know, you could ask me to stop whenever you want."

“Yep, I could," Oliver said. But he didn't.

So Teagan continued. She petted the wolf's chest and ran her fingers through his fur. “You are so magnificently fluffy and soft, yes you are."

“Yes I am…" Oliver's tail wagged against the grass and he let out a happy whine, which then became a surprised sound. “Hnng—ooh! Where is that hand going?"

Teagan had been moving her hand in circles to rub Oliver's belly, and one of these motions had gone slightly _low—_not deliberately, but Teagan didn't shy back. “It's just another belly rub. Or did you want something else?" Now it was her turn to steal a glance. Teagan's gaze darted to between Oliver's hindlegs, then back to his head, then back down again. He was a male wolf, no doubt about that. Amongst all that magnificently luscious, thick, dark grey fur, there was a cylindrical sheath of distinctly masculine quality, accompanied by two testicles in a sac that rested against the base. His sheath looked slightly engorged, and a hint of reddish flesh was starting to protrude from the tip.

When a werewolf was in wolf form, clothes weren't expected, yet it was still rude to stare at certain places. But Teagan really couldn't help herself. “Hmm." Despite having just eaten dinner, a new hunger had started to grow within her. She had been rubbing Oliver's belly, but almost without thinking her hand drifted ever lower until she was gently groping his groin, touching and exploring his shaft and balls. “Oliver… you… you really could ask me to stop whenever you want," Teagan murmured.

Oliver's head was raised, and both his ears were perked up and alert. His eyes were wide as he watched her, but without fear in his gaze. He looked intrigued as before, though maybe not quite so naïve. “Yep. I could," he repeated, but he didn't, and so Teagan continued.

Unlike the fur-covered muscle of his belly, Oliver's shaft felt softer—there was a loose outer sheath of skin sliding over a cylinder of sensitive looking, reddish flesh. Teagan tried gently squeezing, and she could feel an inner core of even further rigidity. “Oh! I half forgot there was a bone in there."

“There's a bone in there? I don't think that's accurate. Or is that a wolf thing?" Oliver replied.

Teagan grinned. “It's a wolf thing. Didn't know that, did you?"

Oliver rolled his dark brown eyes. “Uh, excuse me! I've been a werewolf for what—less than a month? I'm allowed to be surprised and confused about wolf anatomy. You're the one who was born a werewolf. You ought to know all this. Why did you sound surprised?"

Teagan shifted her grip down towards Oliver's testicles and she squeezed them instead, which made him tense up. “Hey, don't you get snarky. Yes I've been a werewolf all my life, but surprise, surprise, I don't have a penis bone. I'm not particularly familiarized with wolf cock." She glared at Oliver for a moment, feigning irritation, but then her expression softened. “I haven't done this before."

Now Oliver looked surprised. “Oh. Really? So you've never—"

Teagan playfully slapped the side of Oliver's torso. “I'm not a virgin. I've had sex before. I had a thing with an older guy in Tiwani, but we were always in human form. We never did anything like this when either of us was in wolf form. And he was manipulative, honestly." Now using both her hands, Teagan started touching and stroking Oliver's sheath, sliding it up and down his length. “Definitely not a good boy like you."

Oliver's reply was a soft, pleasured sigh. “Ahhh…"

That tip of reddish flesh began to protrude even further, as Teagan's touch made Oliver grow increasingly aroused. It didn't take her much effort or time at all. Teagan smirked as she kept gently stroking at the other werewolf's length, repeatedly slipping his sheath back and forth over the sensitive flesh of his erection. She was curious and eager to continue, yet also a little uncertain, and Oliver seemed the same. “How does that feel?"

The male werewolf's gaze had grown unfocused, but his eyes sharpened when they met hers. “That's… that's good…" he sighed.

Biting her lip, Teagan used her other hand to feel up Oliver's balls. In size and shape they seemed similar to what she would have expected of a human, though the fleshy sack they were contained in was covered with fur instead of just skin and hair. Even just holding them made Teagan feel aroused, and she pressed her legs together as a shiver ran down her back. “Good boy."

Finally Teagan pulled Oliver's sheath all the way down. She stopped stroking to observe, and perhaps admire. A wolf's anatomy was obviously different from human—the whole length of Oliver's penis was made from reddish, veiny, sensitive-looking flesh that was now fully exposed, as the protective skin sheath that normally kept it protected was bunched up around the base, behind a slight spherical bulge at the root. In terms of size the whole organ wasn't too different from what a human male could have possessed, but Teagan would have been lying if she said she wasn't impressed.

“Look at this thing. Wow." Teagan licked her lips. It was just so explicit and racy to look at that thick length of obvious arousal as it throbbed faintly in time with Oliver's heartbeat, with its reddish flesh standing in sharp contrast against the greyish fur of his underbelly. A glistening trickle of clear, lubricating liquid was starting to drool from the tip, sliding down the length and wetting it.

After a moment of curious staring, Teagan tore her gaze back up to stare at Oliver's face. His eyes were wide and his jaws were open in a pant, with his ears perked up. Whereas his hindlegs were spread to give Teagan access, his forelegs were cutely curled up against his chest. Noticing her gaze, he said nothing and merely cocked his head as he stared back at her.

“How far are we going to take this?" Teagan wondered, half to Oliver, half to herself.

“I really don't know, but would like to find out," he replied, which made her laugh.

“Haha. Fine by me." Teagan patted Oliver's belly again, ruffling his fur and playfully avoiding the obvious erection that was sitting between his legs, but she was too eager to keep the tease up for long. For the first time she properly touched the other werewolf's erection, letting her fingers brush against veiny reddish flesh rather than just the sheath. It felt warm and alive under her touch, throbbing faintly from the blood that filled it.

Slick clear fluid was leaking out from the tip, and Teagan let some of that natural lubricant wet her fingers before she loosely clenched her fist around the tip of Oliver's erection, which became gently twisting her hand about then sliding down towards the base. A needy, pleasured whine from the male werewolf's throat was her reward for that simple action. “Hnnng… eh… yes…"

For a moment, Teagan glanced around the hilltop forest clearing. Sunset had fallen and night had come, and distantly visible were street and building lights from the town of Ridgewood or other settlements and farms throughout the valley. Her campfire was burning lower now, casting out less light—there was just her and him, with no one around to see. She wanted to do more, and she would.

Keeping her hold of Oliver's erection with one hand, Teagan shifted position so that instead of sitting beside him, she was crouched down between his hindlegs. She shifted his fluffy tail so that she wasn't resting her knees on it, then she bent forward and lowered her head. At first she hesitated, almost licking, but then stopping at the last moment so that only her breath brushed against Oliver's erection rather than her lips or tongue. Then she kept going and guided him properly into her mouth, before glancing up at the other werewolf. Oliver's jaw was slack, and one of his ears twitched. Her hesitation, quickly overcome, had inadvertently the right timing to come across as teasing.

Teagan slid her tongue against Oliver's erection, taking just the tip as she got used to its size, its taste, and even texture. In her mouth it felt rather larger than it had in her hand, and in her hand it already had felt like a decent size. She licked it, curled her tongue around it, and even flicked her tongue right against the tip, which drew a huff from Oliver. “Hehnnn…"

It was arousing to hear the pleasured, barely restrained sounds he made. Teagan bobbed her head a few times, but then her hair fell forward and got in the way. “I think this would be easier if I was half wolf." Pulling back, she focused on that inner sense of power within, and let it flow out into change. In a manner of seconds, Teagan shifted her body form to wolf, but only partially—fur grew over her body and her head changed so that it looked like a wolf, but she mostly kept her bipedal posture and the dexterity of having fur-covered hands rather than full paws.

A werewolf even in human form would have a better sense of smell than a regular human, but the wolf nose was on another level of ability. Teagan pressed her snout against Oliver's groin again, and this time she could really smell him. He smelled of the wilderness and a little like grass, but under that was the smell of sweat and skin and fur—the natural scents of a human and a wolf—or rather, one who was both human and wolf. Every person had their own unique body odour, and Teagan just liked the way Oliver smelled. She couldn't explain why—it was just biology.

His penis definitely had a scent to it too—mostly similarly to how he smelled in general, but a little muskier, in a good way. Again Teagan took Oliver into her mouth, and this time it was easier since she had a wolf snout rather than just a flat human face. “Hold still for me."

Oliver dumbly nodded. “Whatever you say." He looked vulnerable lying on his back, with head raised to try and watch her, but the way he clearly trusted her was curiously endearing.

Teagan lapped at his erection a few times, then she took him into her mouth, and this time because of her snout she was able to get much more of his length in. All that girthy, warm, faintly pulsing flesh—it was arousing to do something so blatantly sexual, and Teagan suppressed a needy shudder from the thought of where else such an organ might fit. Right at the base of the wolf's erection there was a roughly spherical bulge, and Teagan stopped when her lips were just about brushing that bulb rather than trying to take it into her mouth. Though she had never seen it for herself, she was well aware of what that particular bit of canine anatomy—the knot—was supposed to do.

Still holding Oliver's erection by the base, Teagan licked at it, suckled it, and generally kept trying to stimulate the other werewolf as best she could. Her oral actions often caused vulgar slurping sounds, but Oliver wasn't quiet too. He panted softly from the sheer pleasure of what Teagan was doing to him, and even let out a soft, barely restrained moan, which made her ears perk up. “Ahh…"

After some minutes, Oliver's moans were getting less restrained, and his body was tensing up. His erection was fully engorged, and the bulb at the base was starting to bloat up as he neared a climax. Teagan was engrossed in the sexual fun of the moment, but she did notice when he moaned out her name. “Ah, that's really good… Teagan…! Your mouth. I'm close…"

Teagan pulled back her snout and released her grip, leaving Oliver's erection to bob in the air, unstimulated but dangerously close to a release. His hips shuddered from an instinctual urge, and he thrust his penis up into the air a few times, making several incoherently sexual noises. “Mnn… So close. Oohhh…! Arrggghhh!"

Teagan's tongue was feeling a bit tired from all the action, but she licked her lips and gave her best wolfish grin. “Thanks for warning me." She lazily rested one hand against the inside of Oliver's leg, and patted his thigh affectionately. “Good boy."

“Hrgh. Woah." Oliver slumped back down against the grass as he slowly receded from the edge of orgasm. But he didn't get much chance to relax, because Teagan swiftly started licking and sucking at his erection again, making him groan. “ Teagan!" His legs shuddered, then he pushed his hips upwards.

“Ahk. Hey." Teagan didn't quite choke or gag, but it did catch her by surprise when a good length of wolf masculinity was abruptly shoved into her mouth. Pulling back, she shifted all the way back to human form and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. Then she playfully slapped Oliver's abdomen and pushed him back down. “Oi. Quit squirming around and keep still. Or at least give me a warning before you hump at my face."

“Sorry, sorry! My bad. It just felt too good. Kind of made me want to move and… yeah, hump." Oliver looked apologetic, and his wide-eyed, puppy-dog-eyes expression made Teagan relax. Instead of using her mouth again, she used her hand to grasp and stroke his erection. Covered with a mix of his pre-ejaculate and her saliva, there was a smooth, wet friction with each motion. “Ooh, that's nice…" groaned the male werewolf.

“Good boy gets a belly rub, and a rub of something else," Teagan muttered. Arousal was increasingly clouding her mind too, lowering her inhibitions and encouraging her to give into instincts. And she liked it.

Oliver shivered and his eyes blinked shut for a second, before he raised his head and made eye contact with her again. “I guess you're a good girl too? Or maybe you're a bad girl… Haha."

“Good and bad are just relatively concepts anyway. But you're definitely a good boy." Teagan gave a few extra fast, firm strokes to Oliver's erection, which made him groan and his hips shuddered as he resisted the urge to buck again her hand. Then she loosened her grip and slowed her strokes, before letting go entirely. “Alright, let's try something different. I think it's your turn to put some effort into it, since you're so enthusiastic." Teagan sat down cross-legged, and then she beckoned. “Roll over and stand up."

Oliver eagerly did as she asked. He hopped up onto all fours, leaving the stiff red length of his erection to dangle under his belly—but it wasn't to be ignored for long, as Teagan swiftly got her hands on it again. Sitting on the soft grass besides Oliver, she wrapped both fists around his member as he stood facing the opposite direction as her. Now that she had shifted fully back to human, she had full dexterity with her hands to curl her fingers and gently squeeze on his erection. “Go on, then. Hump."

Oliver seemed hesitant at first, but once he started to move his hips, he quickly got into the swing of it. “Oh? Oh. Oohh…" Despite all his fluffy fur, his body was relatively skinny—he wasn't thin enough to be starved, but evidently he hadn't been eating well after weeks of having to scavenge for food. Werewolves needed to eat more than normal humans, or even normal wolves. Yet despite Oliver's scrawny appearance, Teagan could feel his muscle strength as he began humping against her.

“Hah, yes!" Teagan laughed from amusement, and from just how raw and primal it felt as Oliver gave into his instincts and let loose. It started slow and steady, but quickly the male werewolf accelerated. His back arched as he sawed his hips, sliding his erection back and forth in Teagan's grip even as she just tried to brace herself and hold her hands still. Earlier in the evening she had managed to restrain Oliver when he'd trapped himself in her tent, yet clearly that had just been luck because now he was showing how much power he could put up.

“Oh damn, that's good…" Soon his hips were almost a blur and there was real force behind each mad thrust, but in contrast to all that sexuality he curled his head down to sniff at her hair and affectionately nuzzle at her shoulder. When his tongue darted out to lick at her neck, Teagan shuddered and lost concentration—her fingers loosened, and Oliver's erection slipped out of her grasp with his next thrust.

Oliver kept thrusting against the air a few more times, but then his hips went still. Yet his snout was still pressed against Teagan's neck and he kept licking at the exposed skin in a way that made her shiver. He nibbled at her throat, but then abruptly stopped and pulled back. “Uh oh. No, I did the thing I'm not supposed to!"

Teagan blinked. “What?"

“I bit you?"

Teagan hadn't felt any pain, and on raising a hand to her throat, she found no injury. “That's not a bite. That's just… nibbling. Anyway, I'm already a werewolf. It's not like biting me would spread lycanthropy."

“Right. Uh. Yeah." Oliver looked embarrassed. “Sorry."

“Just don't be rough. But keep going."

“Alright." Oliver panted hungrily, then he moved close and nuzzled at her neck. Shifting upwards, he licked at her cheek and Teagan felt her anticipation build that he would next lick her lips and kiss her—but then he didn't. His muzzle moved to her ear, and in a soft, sultry whisper he said, “You're a good girl."

“ Ooh! Ok. Wow. Hmm." A needy sigh rolled out from her throat. Teagan hadn't known she was vulnerable to such tricks, but clearly she was. A chill went down her back and she felt a tingle between her legs, and her hand twitched from an urge to reach down. “Huuh…"

“Good girl." Oliver neatly took a step back to look at her, eye to eye. His erection was still all stiff and twitching beneath his belly, but he just stood normally and seemed to ignore it. “Actually, you know, I thought you meant something else earlier."

Teagan blinked. She was so horny, and Oliver clearly was too, but instinct had only partially supressed intellect. “Yes?"

Briefly Oliver looked embarrassed, but he pressed on. “You were… you said we were going to try something different and that it was my turn. I thought you meant it was my turn to…" Sticking out his tongue, the male werewolf mimed licking at the air.

“Do you want to? I mean, I don't mind. You could if you wanted to." Teagan reached a hand up to the collar of her cloak. For a moment she drew it tighter around her shoulders, but then she drew a deep breath and reached for the front zipper. Despite how she tried to act confident and self-assured, now she felt uniquely vulnerable and open to be judged.

“Yes! If you want. You don't have to. Unless… you want to," Oliver said. He looked curious, but hungry. His gaze was locked on her fingers as Teagan smoothly pulled the zipper down the front of her cloak.

She shrugged the garment off, then let it drop to the grass. Without her cloak, all she was left wearing was a plain dress, grey in colour, and that too was easy enough to take off. With a simple movement Teagan undid one button, then another, one by one until her dress slipped off her shoulders and down to her waist. Teagan pulled her arms free, but then she folded them over her stomach and shivered—not from cold, for it was a warm autumn night, but from a flash of nervousness.

It had months, no, more than a year since she had been naked in front of another person, and she felt self-conscious. Through the course of her travels, Teagan had been hoping to meet more werewolves and maybe make more friends, but she hadn't expected that out here near the middle of nowhere, she would find a freshly turned werewolf. And she certainly hadn't prepared for something like this. It felt like a connection was forming between them, with how easily they talked and understood each other—yet now that made her feel all the more vulnerable. The flaws and features of her body felt like they were on display, to be judged.

Just below her shoulders, there was a transition between lightly tanned to paler skin, from where her cloak normally kept her skin shrouded from the sun. Even her arms, her pits—she hadn't shaved recently, hadn't trimmed body hair anywhere, hadn't groomed her appearance in a myriad of ways because she just hadn't expected to need to. Even her overall form—was she too thin, with her arms a little bony and the lines of her ribcage visible? Her nervousness wasn't entirely from her partial nudity, but also from the simple vulnerability of being watched closely by another. Were there too many freckles on her face? Still in a sitting position, Teagan glanced down at her half-undressed body, then finally up at Oliver.

The male werewolf was staring at her intensely. His gaze darted across her face, her arms, her exposed shoulders, definitely her chest too, just drinking in the sight of her. Then back to her face. “Wow, you're pretty," he murmured.

Teagan still had her arms folded, but now she rubbed one hand against her neck—still nervous, but trying hard to hide it. Instinctually she wanted to shift to wolf form, just to get some fur to cover all her exposed skin, but she resisted. Drawing another deep breath, she grinned but then she paused. She wanted to say something appropriately seductive, but it took a few seconds to get the words. “Uh… So… What are you going to do about it?"

Oliver's panted, and he bounced between his four paws. “I don't know but you're just…" He growled, but not in a threatening way. “Grroaw, you're so pretty! And hot. Pretty hot!" The male werewolf was all but drooling at the sight of her, and his tail wagged. He hopped towards her, then took another step, and stopped just an arm's reach away. Raising a forepaw, he pointed at her chest. “Boobs."

“Hah, you idiot." Teagan let out a bark of laughter, and she playfully smacked at Oliver's paw. “What an astute observation you've made."

Oliver's tongue dangled from his mouth as he grinned back at her. “They look nice… you look nice! Can I touch them?" He gestured with his forepaw, but then hesitated.

“Hmmm." Teagan cupped a hand around one of her breasts, then with her other hand she took Oliver's paw and guided it to her chest.

“Boooobs," Oliver repeated, and then he grinned again like an idiot, which made Teagan laugh. Humour and the simple, casual ease with which conversation flowed between them helped to wear away her nervous self-consciousness. A wolf's paws had much less dexterity than human hands, but with careful eagerness Oliver felt her up.

If asked, Teagan would probably have considered herself the opposite of voluptuous. She was slender in form, with little fat over much of her body, and her breasts didn't make for a huge handful—just a nice handful, enough for a cute young werewolf boy to happily grope. “Watch those claws…" Teagan murmured, as he kept pawing at her.

Oliver's ears flattened against his head. “Ooh, the curse of being a werewolf—I don't have hands!"

Teagan grinned too. “All the more incentive for you to learn to control your shifts."

“Hmm." Oliver had been standing on three legs with his forelimb raised, but now he bounded forward and stuck his muzzle right between her cleavage. “Blblblb."

Teagan laughed and she covered her face with her hands, but she didn't push Oliver away as he nuzzled at her chest and even lapped at her nipples. His nose felt cool but his breath was warm, and his tongue was sloppy and wet.

“Soft. Ooh, so nice," Oliver murmured.

“Haha. Woah…!" Teagan grinned, but then Oliver's sheer enthusiasm made her lose balance and fall backwards from her sitting position. She fell back onto her tent, which made one side collapse as a tent peg came flying out from the ground.

Oliver immediately stopped. His ears flattened against his head, and his tail drooped between his hindlegs. “Sorry! Oh no! I'm so sorry! Are you alright?"

“I'm fine," Teagan immediately replied, still lying on her half-collapsed tent. It would be far too embarrassing to have to cut this sexual encounter short because she'd injured herself, falling over from having a friendly werewolf boy nuzzle at her tits. And the thought of having to set her tent up for a third time was the real pain. “This tent has really suffered this evening."

“It's not very tough, is it?"

“It's a lightweight design, meant to be compact and portable." Teagan carefully stood up, then she turned around and stared at her tent. As she did so, her dress finally slipped down from her hips and around her ankles. “And… I'm naked."

“You're naked!" Oliver cheerily agreed. Unsurprisingly, this easily distracted him from the tent. “Nice! You're so hot! Wow!" He bounced between his paws and his tail wagged, and his genuine, curious enthusiasm made Teagan laugh. In his wolf form, Oliver's head came to just above Teagan's waist when she was standing, and he gently bumped his nose against her hips. “ Butt," he muttered in a soft, growly voice.

That successfully managed to distract Teagan—any embarrassment or irritation from her tent being knocked down was replaced by amusement, and her underlying sense of arousal hadn't gone anywhere. “Hahah. Yes, it is. But how are we…? Should I fix the tent first so that we can go inside and… uh… Ok."

Teagan stepped out of her dress and she bundled it up before tossing it in through the flap of her tent. With the tent partially collapsed, she then had to get down on her knees to reach in and pull out the sleeping bag she had inside. This posture apparently gave Oliver a view he appreciated.

“Buttttt," repeated the male werewolf, as he stared, hypnotized by her rear.

“Butt," Teagan agreed. She laid the sleeping bag down on the grass to provide some cushioning, then she sat down on it with her legs crossed in front of her, resting her arms on her knees. “So how are we doing this?"

“Hmmm…" Oliver darted forward to sniff curiously at her again—he sniffed at her neck, her hands, then her armpit, her side, then her feet, and finally he had gotten his muzzle to where he really wanted it to be, working his way up the inside of her legs and towards her groin. Teagan enjoyed the attention. Carefully she lay backwards on the sleeping bag, resting up on her elbows, then she slowly spread her legs.

The fur of Oliver's snout tickled slightly against her thighs as he explored her—first with his nose, and then with his tongue. Teagan let out a soft sigh, a breath that she had been holding without thinking about it. Oliver's dark brown eyes were sharp with focused, hungry intent as his gaze shifted up to stare at her, then back down at her groin.

It felt good. Reaching out, Teagan patted Oliver's head, before letting her hand just rest on him, guiding his motions as he lapped repeatedly at her with gentle but insistent strokes of his tongue. At first Oliver was just exploring her body and seeing how his wolf form could pleasure her, figuring out what worked best. He flicked his tongue, circling, sucking, sliding about, tasting her in different places and different ways. When he got the right spot, it made a tingle of sensation spark out from between her legs, then arc up her spine to make her whole body shudder. “Just a bit… right there… keep just… keep licking there…"

Teagan opened her mouth in a silent moan, and she felt goosebumps run over her skin. Oliver didn't say anything either—his mouth was too busy to talk, and his eyes went half-lidded, then fully closed. “Oooh. Oliver…" Another jolt of pleasure made Teagan moan, not silently this time, and Oliver's ears perked up while his tail wagged slightly.

Lick, lick, lick. His tongue was long and wet, and he used it with steady enthusiasm. The movements were simple but effective, slathering her with wet, warm, slowly building pleasure. Teagan felt like she was a spring being coiled up tight, building up pressure and tension until she would eventually explode. She could have just let it happen, but she wanted more—this was just the appetizer, and she was well ready for the main course.

With her muscles tense, her skin flushed, and her hair messily tumbling over her face, Teagan used her hand to tap Oliver's snout and push him away. “Wait… that's… I'm really… Enough, enough." For a moment he resisted, but then he raised his head and blinked his eyes open. The two of them shared a knowing gaze.

Oliver panted a few times and licked his lips. “How far are we taking this? You want to go all the way?"

“All the way?" Teagan murmured. Without thinking, she instinctively reached for that undercurrent of magical power than ran deep through her and tugged on it. Shifting, transformative energy rolled over her body. Naked skin was covered by fur of light grey, brown, and tawny colour, while her limbs altered in length and proportion.

Teagan shifted completely to her wolf form in a few quick seconds, and she rolled over to push into a four-legged stand, before shaking herself all over. Her hearing became more directional as her ears moved to the top of her head and became triangular. She blinked her eyes as her vision adjusted, letting her see further out into the dark forest that surrounded the warm, flickering spill of light from the campfire. Yet the most obvious perceptual difference was her sense of smell—Teagan took a deep breath, and her wolf nose smelled the mossy autumn humidity of the forest, the woody smoke of the campfire, and of course the distinctive scent of fur and canine from her new friend and fellow werewolf.

Oliver was watching her with his intense gaze, looking curious again. For a moment he hesitated, then he made a slight tilt of his head. “Hmm… That can work too!"

Teagan felt a brief sense of confusion—hadn't Oliver asked her to go all the way through with her transformation? But then realization dawned. He hadn't meant go all the way in that way, but rather he had been asking if she wanted to have sex. Which she did, yet she felt a little silly for not having understood that invitation properly. “Uhh…"

Oliver didn't seem to mind her current form. “Hmm, I think you're pretty cute when you're a wolf. All fuzzy and with that tail," he said, pacing around her to peer at her from various angles.

“Thank you." Teagan's tail wagged slightly as she enjoyed the compliment. A moment later, she added, “You… look good yourself."

“Hehehaha. We're both wolves! It's weird! But we're weird in the same way." Oliver bounded over and compared their sizes. He was just slightly larger than her, but noticeably skinnier, though the fluffiness of his fur partially hid his leanness. As he stood beside her, his body so close but not quite touching, Teagan supressed another shiver.

Then in the next moment, suddenly they were touching. Had he moved, or had she? Or perhaps they both had moved. Teagan wasn't sure. But now their bodies were against each other, shoulder to shoulder, side to side, fur brushing against fur as mutual attraction pulled them together. Fur was much better insulation than naked skin, yet Teagan felt his warmth as she leaned against Oliver and he leaned back against her. “Oh…" he breathed softly, sounding almost surprised.

Oliver bumped his snout against her shoulder, then her head as he sniffed at her. With such proximity it was easy for either of them to smell the other, and now from how their fur was touching, their scents were intermixed and clung to them both. As Oliver sniffed at her face, Teagan turned and ran her tongue against his cheek—which he immediately reciprocated, licking her back, and then finally they were kissing.

It was awkward at first. Teagan knew how to kiss as a human, and maybe Oliver did too, but it was different when you had a wolf muzzle instead of a flat human face. At first it was merely messy though enthusiastic licking at each other's snout, taking the scent and taste of each other, but gradually that became a more coordinated, passionate gesture. Teagan tilted her head to the right angle and opened her jaw further so that she could properly kiss Oliver, letting their tongues touch as they pressed their mouths together. She could faintly detect the smoky, grilled meat taste from the food she'd given him, as well as the spicy, acidic tang from the tea he'd drunk.

“Mmhhh…" Teagan moaned softly, her eyes closed yet her other senses heightened. Oliver's body was warm and solid, but he swayed slightly as he stood, and his side rubbed against hers. When they finally pulled back from their kiss, Teagan panted softly with her eyes still closed.

“That was… you're really… I just want to…" she heard the other werewolf mutter breathlessly. With her eyes still closed, Teagan turned her body sharply so that she was facing directly away from Oliver, then she raised her hips and bent her forelegs slightly, with a slight arch of her spine and her tail flicking upwards to complete the posture.

Teagan had, in private and just to a mirror, tried presenting before, but never to another person. She held the position for just a second before curiosity got the better of her, and she blinked her eyes open and glanced back over her shoulder. It appeared to be having the desired effect. Oliver was staring at her with a shocked, hungry expression, and dangling under his belly was a lengthy, masculine expression of his sheer arousal.

“Woah," said the male werewolf. He moved forward, one paw at a time, before dipping his head to sniff at her raised rear. Next he dared a lick, which made Teagan huff and her tail trembled. “I really like how you smell. You had a nice smell when you were a human, but now it's… especially from your…"

Teagan impatiently stomped a hindfoot against the sleeping bag. “Put it in me!"

Oliver laughed, but he nodded. “Heh, excellent idea!" He moved forward and suddenly he was mounting her. His body was over hers, with his chest against her back as he clambered over her. For Teagan, there was something deeply vulnerable yet at the same time comforting about their position. Oliver's forelimbs brushed against her torso, then wrapped partially around her sides. Her hips twitched instinctively when she felt his erection bump against her rear, coming close to where it was needed but just off the mark.

Then followed another awkward moment, tense with anticipation as Oliver shifted about as he balanced on his hindlegs, trying to get the right angle and position. Teagan again glanced back over her shoulder and her gaze met Oliver's. “Are you teasing me? Because I will downgrade you from good boy to okay boy if you are being a tease."

Oliver had a slight frown of concentration, even as he hugged her body and made another thrust of his hips that was off the mark. “No I'm not teasing you! I want it, I really want it. This is just a bit more difficult than expected. How do wild animals do this without having a hand to get things aligned?"

Teagan shifted her hips, also trying to get the angle. “Put it in, put it in. Let's do this!"

Oliver's forepaws had been wrapped around her sides, but now his grip loosened and he slipped his body backwards, dismounting from her back. “Ok. Let me just see… Ok." He paused for a moment, then he hopped up and mounted her again. This time as he slid his hips forward, he hit the mark right on and his erection jabbed right into her depths.

“Ehhh…!" Teagan let out a whining gasp at the sudden penetration, and not entirely from pleasure. The force of Oliver's thrust made her buck slightly away from him. “Stop, wait…"

Oliver instantly froze. He bumped his snout against her shoulder. “Are you okay? Does it hurt?" he asked, sounding concerned.

Teagan shook her head. It didn't really hurt, but despite all the anticipation it still felt unexpected for her inner walls to be abruptly spread apart. He was inside her. It made her feel vulnerable to be standing still and letting another werewolf climb over her body, and now shove a thick, throbbing length of his flesh deep into her body—as aroused as she was, it was still an intense moment. “Just… go slow. Let me get used to it."

“Ok. Slow and gentle. Just tell me what you want." And then Oliver resumed moving, slowly rolling his hips to work his way further in. Teagan had thought he was already fully penetrated, but no, not even close. She couldn't see what was going on at their groins, but she could definitely feel it as Oliver pulled in and out, gradually getting deeper and deeper. He felt warm, and so alive as he filled her with his erection. There was a slight squelch of bodily fluid as his flesh slid against hers, providing a sense of wet friction that was pleasurable in just the right way.

Finally Teagan felt Oliver's sac bump against her groin, and he was fully penetrated. Now he stopped again, just holding deep inside her with his chest resting against her back. “Ooh. That's nice."

Teagan concurred. “Fuuuuck yeah," she murmured. She clenched down her muscles, getting used to the delightful sensation of having something deep inside her. Oliver felt warm, and slightly squishy, and he filled her up in just the right way. It had been too long since she'd gotten some action, and there was something about doing it in wolf form that made things feel extra special and wild. This was something she could only do with another werewolf, even if mechanically it wasn't actually that different compared to doing it in human for, or at least for now. Hungry for more sensation, she started to move her body back and forth. “Good boy. Ok, hump me a little more?"

“That's so nice," Oliver repeated, then his forelimbs wrapped tighter around her sides and he began to rock his hips to match her thrusts, driving his erection in and out repeatedly. He let out a soft groan, then a chuckle. “Ahh. Hah. Uh, this might be quick. I don't think I'm lasting very long, after all that we were doing earlier."

Teagan's response was just to growl softly but demandingly, and let him interpret that how he wished. “Grrrrr…" Her whole body felt like it was flushed with warmth and her heart was racing. The epicentre for all that warm, tingly sensation was her groin, and each motion as Oliver thrust into her sent a fresh spike of increasingly intense pleasure.

Arousal was now predominant in her mind, erasing away nervousness, stress, or most any other concern except for the need to take this sexual encounter forward. But as the two werewolves continued to mate with each other, Teagan felt a change in the sensation. Oliver was now humping deep and fast, barely pulling his erection out with each stroke before he shoved back in with the next thrust, and now Teagan felt an increasing tightness near the entrance to her vagina. Ah, that. Curiosity briefly distracted from her gradual climb to climax, but not by much, because it was a very sexual thing to feel. Instinctually that sensation made her muscles clench down, and the rolling waves of pleasure swept her ever closer to a release. “Yes…"

“Ah, ah… So good… I'm getting close to… uh…" Oliver was panting softly with each thrust, and he was so engrossed that he didn't even notice for another few seconds. But then he slowed, before abruptly coming to a halt, though he remained atop her back with his erection fully buried inside her, throbbing and surely also close to his release. “Uh, Teagan?"

Teagan shivered as she lingered close to the edge of orgasm. If Oliver had kept going for a few more seconds, that would have done it, but now he stopped with surgical precision as if just to tease her. She growled again. “Grrr…"

“I… that is to say, we, seem to be stuck?" Oliver asked her. He tried to pull his hips back, but now his canine anatomy had locked him inside her, and withdrawal was impossible. “I'm getting close. I was going to pull out, but… I literally can't?"

“ Good boys don't pull out," Teagan muttered under her breath, and even as she was saying it, she felt a little guilty over how arousal-driven that comment had been. Fortunately she probably hadn't said it loud enough for Oliver to hear. Then she sighed, but also gave a chuckle and a nod. “Yeah, that's a wolf thing. At the base of your cock there's this bit that gets especially big and locks you in. Called the knot, cause it… it ties us together when it swells up and my muscles squeeze it."

“Oh. That's interesting." Oliver sounded genuinely curious now. “But why?"

“Biology or something. I don't know, that's just how it is. But anyway, if you wanted to pull out you already missed your chance about a minute ago." Teagan squeezed her muscles around Oliver's erection, and she shifted her body underneath him. “Now keep humping!"

“Grrrr!" Now it was Oliver's turn to growl, and he resumed madly humping. With his knot swollen up, he wasn't even really thrusting in and out, just grinding his hips against hers as he stayed fully penetrated. “Ah. Oooh, ooh. Teagan. Teagan. Teag—ooowww!" Finally his limbs all went stiff and shoved himself against her, and her moaned out her name which broke into a mad yowl.

Teagan felt his erection throb against her insides, and whether by empathy or biology, she was kicked off the edge into her own orgasm. It was good. It was so very good. Teagan jerked and twitched, shuddering even as Oliver hugged her tight from behind. Warm, wet, blinding ecstasy swept through her body and set her brain alight, leaving her senseless and delirious as primal instinct and ancient reflexes fired. No thoughts, no worries, no stress, nothing but pleasure overwhelming. “Ahh…" A choked gasp came from her throat—not a planned sound or any attempt at speech, but just something involuntary from the sheer intensity of the moment.

It was a gradual comedown from the intense high of orgasm. Slowly Teagan felt the pleasure recede from her mind, leaving space for rational thought and other sensations. The tension in her body relaxed as she panted tiredly, basking in satisfied afterglow even as Oliver was still mounted on her, in her. She could feel his breath against her nape as his let out ragged, pleasured groans, and his erection was still fully swollen and locked deep inside her. He kept throbbing every few seconds, slowly adding to the wet mess he had already made inside her.

“Fuuuuck, it's still going," he murmured, eye closed and paws clutched around her.

Teagan shivered. Though the paralyzing ecstasy of orgasm had ended, it was still deeply pleasurable to have Oliver inside her, which was good because they weren't going anywhere soon. “It's a wolf thing."

“Wha…?"

“Wolf mating is… prolonged. We're going to be stuck together like this for a while," Teagan explained. She knew how this worked, even if in the moment she hadn't been thinking about it. Now she was finally getting to experience it for herself. “It'll take a while. Maybe ten minutes, maybe half an hour. Maybe longer."

“Ahhh…" Oliver's pleasured, mindless moan made Teagan laugh, which then made her muscles clench down on his cock, which made him moan again. “Fuuu… you mean we just… just keep… oohh. I'm still cumming—I can feel it."

“Heh." Teagan glanced over her shoulder at Oliver. His eyes were still closed, and his snout was scrunched up in a cute grimace as he balanced on his hindlegs with his chest resting on her back. “Do you want to do the turn? Do you even know what that is? Ok, I'll talk you through it. Climb off me."

Oliver blinked open one eye, then the other. He met her gaze, with his eyes still clouded with lust. “I thought you said we were stuck together for now? I can't pull out."

“I'm not asking you to pull out. I'm asking you to do the turn." Teagan twisted her shoulders which made Oliver slide off her back and to the side, with their hips still locked together. “Just turn. Keep turning. You need to raise your hindleg and… and step over me. There you go."

Oliver followed her instructions, and they finally ended up standing butt to butt, with Oliver's erection flipped around to go backwards as it was still stuck inside her—a traditional canine mating position. This made Oliver laugh. “Aha, woah. This is odd!" His tail brushed against hers as it twitched. “Feels good though. Feels real good, Teagan…"

“It does." Teagan took a deep breath, and let it out in a slow, controlled exhale. It was wild and primal—she and Oliver, two wolves together in the dark forest, mating like animals. Again she drew a deep breath, and then she raised her head and let it out in a soft, melodic howl. “Awoooooo…!"

After a moment, Oliver joined her, and together the two werewolves filled the forest clearing with their voices together. “Awwoooo!" Wolves did howl, but wild animals wouldn't have drawn attention to themselves in such a moment of vulnerability—yet it added to the fun of the moment for two not quite so wild animals.

Time seemed to pass faster. Teagan had a small pocket watch, but it was amongst her clothing and so she only had her own mental estimation for how long they remained in that position, standing rear to rear and tied together as his body ran through the process of trying to breed hers. It should have been boring, but slow waves of gentle pleasure rolled across her body every time she felt Oliver throb inside her. Finally his erection began to soften, and then with a indecent squilch sound he suddenly slipped out of her.

Both werewolves turned around to stare at each other. “Hey! Oh, it's done," Oliver exclaimed. He twisted back and sniffed at his own groin, then he glanced at Teagan, almost like he wanted to sniff at her too. She would have let him—a wolf's sensitive nose was made to sniff at things, as he evidently realized.

Teagan curled herself around and sniffed at her own rear, and she could clearly pick up the scent of sex, arousal, and all that messy bodily fluid that Oliver had happily spilled inside her. It was filthy, and she felt alive. “That was fun."

“It was very fun," Oliver agreed. He tried to scratch at an itch on his side using his forelimb, realized he didn't have enough dexterity, and then had to resort to using his hindleg like a proper wolf. “Honestly, Teagan, now that it's over, I feel a little… guilty, maybe? It just felt so damn good, what we just did together. It was dirty and raw and… like we were wild animals, yet it felt better than anything else I've ever done before. Feels like it's going to end up messing with my brain because of how good it was, and I'm going to end up with a weird fetish for this sort of thing…?"

Teagan was simultaneously flattered and amused. “You're a werewolf. Wanting to have sex with another werewolf doesn't count as a fetish, that counts as normal. I think it only counts as a fetish if you're a normal human having sex with a werewolf. Does that make sense?"

Oliver thought it through, and then found this logical agreeable. “You raise a good point. That is true… Hmm, ok! So we're actually normal. Just normal werewolves. My guilt is relieved then."

“Hah, two normal werewolves." Teagan laughed, and then she went over to her campfire and nudged in some more firewood, letting the faint flames slowly build up again. Oliver came and sat beside her, and then the two wolves leaned against each other, enjoying the simple pleasure of that contact. The fire crackled softly, and wind blowing through the forest made the trees rustle, and things were calm and peaceful. The sky above was filled with pinprick stars and the white glow of the rising moon.

After a moment, Oliver turned his head towards her. Teagan was staring up at the sky, but she could feel his attention. “So… what was with the violin?" he casually asked.

“What do you mean?"

“Is it a… a special violin for werewolves? Does it play a certain pitch that only wolves can hear, or something like that?"

Teagan chuckled. “Hah, no. Just because I'm a werewolf doesn't mean that everything I do is werewolf related. It's just a normal violin, and I like to play it. The music is nice. That's all."

“The music is nice," Oliver agreed.

“I normally live in Tiwani with my parents, but I'm heading for Kadrin City. The orchestra there is hiring, so I wanted to see if I was good enough to get in."

“I've never heard an orchestra, only read about them in books. But you sounded great earlier. You've got talent," Oliver said.

“Thanks."

“Do you want to… to play something?"

“Sure." Teagan stood up and shifted back to human form, then she went and loosely draped her cloak around her body, not bothering with her dress. She picked her violin up from her case and set it against her shoulder. “I don't often have an audience. But here goes…"

She sat down on the fallen log again, and Oliver put his head on her knee. She played her violin, and hummed along to the song as she played, singing some of the lyrics he knew. And their music filled the forest clearing, grand and glorious.

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Waking up the next morning was a more sluggish matter. Teagan drifted through dreams, her mind restful and her senses numbed, but a gentle prodding on her side gradually roused her from her slumber.

Teagan was curled up in a ball, lying on her sleeping bag with her cloak covering her like a blanket. Even with her eyes closed and her thoughts hardly working, she vaguely recognized the scent nearby. Without looking, she snapped her jaws at a human hand that had been prodding her. “Go away, you pest. Wolves are nocturnal. We're not supposed to wake up early in the morning…" she mumbled.

“Sorry. But, um…" Oliver—because of course it was him—let out an awkward cough, though he stopped pestering her. Regardless, the damage was done and Teagan was awake. She could feel the faint warmth of the sun, and birds were chirping noisily in the forest around them. With great regret Teagan opened her eyes and yawned widely, before sitting up to look around.

She was still in the forest clearing. The campfire was completely dark and cold now, but it was unnecessary as sunlight was beginning to stream over the treetops. Oliver was beside her, but now he was back in his human form, wearing his tattered clothes and his ragged cloak. Teagan squinted at him sleepily.

“Uh, good morning?" said the male werewolf, now a young man again. He had been crouched on his knees, and he pointed at her. “There's a… a bug thing over there! On you! I was trying to pick it off."

Teagan turned to see what he was talking about, and found that a little green caterpillar was climbing across the fur of her foreleg. She casually flicked her paw, sending the bug flying into the grass nearby. As much as it was cathartic to get in touch with the wilderness, there would definitely be some benefits to spending the night in a proper inn room instead of camping out in the forest. “It's harmless."

“I don't like bugs," Oliver admitted, with a nervous shrug. “Also, uh, sorry to wake you early. Though it's not that early."

“If it's before noon, it's early," Teagan retorted. She yawned again and licked at her teeth.

The previous night had been a delightful indulgence—the two of them had spent the time either with Teagan playing her violin while Oliver sang along, or just with the two werewolves madly screwing each other, along with the occasional bout of howling at the moon together. This had continued until early in the morning, when finally they had both collapsed on the sleeping bag, exhausted and spent, lying against each other to sleep. All in all, possibly one of the most fun nights that Teagan had ever had.

Teagan stood up shook herself all over, then she stood up and strolled over to the collapsed remains of her tent nearby. From her violin case—which was large and contained a lot more than just her violin—she retrieved another dress and in a smooth motion, shifted to human and then pulled the garment on. She pulled up the zipper, then put her outer cloak back on.

Picking up her metal water bottle, she took a gulp of water and then used a bit more to splash her face, but that just about did it for morning clean up. A proper bath, or use of laundry, or anything else would have to wait till she next stayed in an inn room of some sort.

But there was one more thing to consider, and that was Oliver. He was standing up as well, leaning against a tree with arms folded. Teagan offered her water bottle to him, and he also took a drink.

“Now what am I going to do with you?" Teagan wondered. After some thought, she said, “I think you should come with me to Kadrin.

Oliver's eyebrows rose. “I've always wanted to go to Kadrin."

Teagan nodded. “Yes, yes now that I think about it, you definitely should come with me. We'll travel to the capital. I can get you registered with the appropriate authorities. And then introduce you to the local werewolf community."

“That's…" Oliver was silent for a short while, then he nodded. “Thank you."

“It's for the best." Teagan folded her arms too and stared longer at him, with him staring back at her. Oliver was thin but taller than her, with his clothes worn out and dirty—his face was unkept with a short, ragged beard, but his eyes watched her with that same gentle, curious intelligence that he'd shown over the last evening. Or at least, that was how it seemed to her. “And Oliver, uh, how do I put this? Last night, things happened kind of fast between us. What we did together was fun. Really fun. I enjoyed it, and I hope you did to."

He nodded. “I did."

“Great. But just… don't get weird about it, alright? Let's be clear about how things stand."

A frown crossed Oliver's face, and he tilted his head. “What do you mean by weird?"

Teagan sighed. “By being weird, I mean don't go all alpha on me."

Oliver just looked even more confused. “What's alpha?"

“Uhh, being an alpha means… bossy, arrogant, domineering, disrespectful? Just don't act like because we had sex, you own me as property," Teagan explained.

Recognition dawned. Oliver nodded. “Ah. I understand! By alpha, you mean asshole."

That made Teagan laugh. “Haha, yeah. Exactly. Don't be a bad boy, be a good boy. Or heck, just be a normal person who is reasonable and respectful. Cause wolves mate for life, but we aren't wolves. We're normal people who are also werewolves. So you and me—we're not mates or lovers. We're just… friends, okay? And maybe we'll do it again. Or maybe not. But you don't really know me, and I don't really know you, yet. We'll see how things go."

Oliver nodded seriously. “I know what you mean. It's good to have friends. We're casual, easy, no stress. Just two normal people, who also happen to be werewolves in a ruff world." He pointed two fingers and winked at her. It was a spectacularly silly gesture, but it made Teagan laugh, and she felt a flash of warm, happy attraction. Oliver was cute as a wolf, yet as a human she found him sweet too. Teagan didn't know if she had a type, but if she did, it must just have been someone like him.

Pushing back on those thoughts, Teagan turned to more practical matters. “We will have to pick up that ancient trap book that turned you into a werewolf," she continued. “Otherwise the imperial government might suspect that I turned you, and we made up a story to cover it up."

“Good point. And it's not safe to leave something like that around in case someone else finds it," Oliver added. “The book is… I took it from the Ridgewood archive back to my family home, to examine it more after it bit my hand. It's in the farmhouse north of the town, locked up in my room. I can…" A slightly weary shadow crossed his face. “I'll have to visit my home again, to pick up the book and also some more clothes and things for travelling. And to say… my goodbyes to family. My parents, grandparents, siblings. Who all still think I'm some sort of changeling demon."

“This must be difficult. I can't even imagine how it must be for you to… to suddenly discover that you're a werewolf, and that everything is changing." Teagan walked over to where Oliver was leaning against a tree, and she put a hand on his arm—just a quick, reassuring gesture. “But you can always write to your family and keep in touch. They might be more understanding with time. Once you get your transformations under control, you can visit if they let you."

Oliver sighed softly, but he nodded. “Thanks, Teagan." He hesitated, then he moved his hand to touch hers, as she let it rest against his arm. Despite all the vigorous physical interaction they'd had last night, that was the first time their hands touched, both as human. It felt oddly intimate, but then the moment passed, and in unison they both pulled back their hands.

“No problem. I just… you're a new werewolf and you need help, so I… I have to help you get used to all of this." Teagan shivered and rubbed her cheek. Then she smiled at him. “Welcome to the first day of your new life."

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