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“Hey Ty, mind if I ask you a question?” Shane asked as he sat along with his two friends on their couch.

“I dunno, can you?” joked Ty from his end of the couch. Shane was in the middle while their third friend, Martin, sat leaning forward as he focused. The three were sprawled out playing a co-op RPG together on a lazy Saturday afternoon.

“Always a smartass,” sighed Shane. “I was just wondering, why do you always play female characters in games like this?”

“Huh? I don’t always do that,” Ty demurred as he turned his head for a drink. And to hide a light blush.

“You kinda do,” Shane chided right away.

“He’s right, Ty. Basically whenever it’s an option,” agreed Martin with a smirk. His concentration never turned from the game.

“I… maybe favor female characters a little. So what? I don’t want to stare at a dude while I play. Plus female characters and animations are just way better. And, and… plenty of other reasons,” Ty hurried to explain, almost stumbling over his own words.

“Uhhhh huh. The animations and because of… how straight you are?” Shane surmised with doubt.

Ty shifted uncomfortably in his seat. Then quickly made himself feel better with a few button presses. “Whoops, I accidentally used telekinesis to toss your character into that magma flow and you died. Did you see how my character’s skirt flowed as I did it? Pretty, right?” he told Shane while giggling to himself.

“Oh, you asshole! Now you gotta resurrect me back to camp. And you’re paying my character’s repair bill,” Shane huffed as he put down his controller and picked up his drink. Just to notice it was empty. Sighing, he got up and headed towards the kitchen. He’d been over his friends’ place enough times to know the way to the fridge. “I’m grabbing a drink and maybe a snack. You want anything, Martin?”

“Could you refill my glass?” Martin asked, handing his mug to Shane.

“Sure, what were you having?”

“Hard lemonade,” answered Martin.

“I could use a topping off of my red wine,” Ty asked with his wine glass in hand.

“Use telekinesis then,” Shane replied as he ignored the request and went into the kitchen. Leaving Martin to laugh while Ty stewed and sipped his wine.

Shane had known his friends for a while so the back and forth was their normal good natured banter. He was in his late twenties, fair skin, short blonde hair, blue eyes, an average build, height, and little in the way of any body hair. Getting to the kitchen he refilled Martin’s drink, got one for himself, and tried to decide what to grab for a snack. After a brief poking through the cupboards Shane happened across a pair of colored boxes stored far in the back of the refrigerator. One was a vivid pink, the other black and blue, and both glittered.

“Mmmmm, what’s this?” Shane took out the black and blue box and opened it to find six macarons. They had a similar coloring to the box itself with a delicious, chocolatey aroma. Assuming the other box was strawberry, not Shane’s favorite flavor, he took one of the macarons and popped it in his mouth. “Mmmmm, yummy,” he smacked his lips.

It was tempting to take more but Shane didn’t want to push his luck eating someone else’s snack. So he grabbed a bag of chips and the drinks before heading back to the living room.

“Got chips and your drink,” Shane said as he handed Martin his refilled mug. Then he retook his spot on the couch and opened the bag of chips.

“Thanks, bud. We were waiting on you to head into this next area,” Martin told Shane.

“Yeah, I’ll be set in a second. Just getting settled. By the way, whose chocolate macaroons were in the back of the fridge?” Shane casually asked.

Ty and Martin’s backs straightened as both men were suddenly on edge.

“Y-Yeah? Those are mine, why? You didn’t have any did you?” Martin asked anxiously.

Shane smiled and played innocent. “Maybe just one. I hope that’s not a problem,” he answered. Shocking his friends to silence for a few seconds.

“Tell me you’re pulling my leg and you didn’t really have one, Shane,” insisted Martin.

“Just the one, I promise. If they were special order or something I can give you some money for it,” chuckled Shane, thinking nothing of his transgression.

“Oh they were special order…” groaned Ty while he covered his blushing face.

“Shane you idiot! Those weren’t meant for you. They’re… special macarons,” Martin disclosed as he got up. He had to walk away to try and think over the trouble his friend just got himself in.

“Special macarons?” Shane puzzled before he thought he got it. “Shit, were those, like, weed macarons?”

Ty laughed. “You wish. You didn’t have any of my raspberry macarons I hope.”

“Huh, I thought they’d be strawberries. No, Ty, didn’t have any of those,” replied Shane. Who wasn’t sure if his friends were messing with him or if he’d really screwed up.

“Good. At least there is that, Martin. Imagine if he had one of each,” Ty said to the still fretting Martin.

“I don’t want to. Him having one of mine was bad enough. What are we gonna do, Ty?” moaned Martin.

“What can we do? Tell him, turn this into an overnight stay, and tomorrow morning it's over for him. I’m pretty sure Shane will be cool about it,” Ty reasoned optimistically. “You’re cool, right, Shane?”

“Yeah? Why? What’s really going on? I didn’t take drugs, right? Or are you two fucking with me?” Shane asked his friends.

“Neither, dude,” sighed Martin.

Ty slid next to Shane and put an arm around his friend. “Shane, wanna stay the night instead of leaving in a few hours? I’ll pay for pizza. Whatever toppings you want.”

“Sure but why? Will one of you tell me what’s going on?”

Martin and Ty looked to the other but neither was eager to have ‘the talk’. They paused the game and set down their controllers on the coffee table but hesitated saying anything.

“Hello? Guys? The heck did I eat?” Shane had a sneaking suspicion he was being messed with.

“Do you want to tell him, Martin? Or me?” Ty finally asked.

“I don’t want to but if you’re paying for dinner I guess I’ll give him the news,” relented Martin. He came back over and took a seat on the other side of Shane. “Okay, so, this is gonna sound a bit crazy but that macaroon you ate is magic and come sundown and moon up tonight, you’ll be turning into a wolf. A pretty big one. It’ll wear off come morning but, yeah. Next time ask before you eat strange snacks in our fridge,” warned Martin.

“I’m sure after this time he won’t, Martin,” sighed Ty.

“I know, I was trying to lighten the mood a little for him, Ty.”

“Lighten the mood? You want him to take us seriously because the first thing he’s going to ask is-”

“Are you two being serious with me right now?” a very confused Shane asked.

“My point exactly!” exclaimed Ty. “Shane, you did hear right. We ate ours before you came over and we were gonna have fun after you left with it but, I guess you’re joining us for this one.”

Shane’s head swiveled between his friends’ faces for the telltale signs of one of them ready to laugh. Their modest, solemn expressions not breaking gave Shane that sinking feeling in his gut. “You gotta be fucking me with guys. Wolves? That’s not possible, right? People can’t turn into wolves?”

“Not normally, no. But there’s this shop we know about that sells lots of things that can change you into… all sorts of things,” Ty explained while crossing his legs.

“Wolves were just what she had on sale last week. We’ve already tried it out and it’s a really smooth, good transformation,” emphasized Martin. He took out his phone and pulled up a video he took while in the midst of his last change with the macarons. “This should settle any doubts you have. I have some videos and pictures of me and Ty’s escapade with them last Wednesday night.”

“You took videos from that? You didn’t tell me,” Ty complained as Martin handed Shane his phone.

For the next five minutes Shane watched and scrolled through pictures that made it apparent that his friends were not joking. Shane grew fearful of what felt like horror to him. Becoming a massive, feral werewolf was nothing he would have signed up for. As the reality of his situation sank in Shane looked at Ty and Martin in a new light. When he’d seen enough he got up with a jolt.

“Hey! My phone,” complained Martin.

“This is crazy, I’m not cool with this! I don’t wanna be a werewolf or dog or anything! You guys gotta fix this! Now!” Shane demanded.

“You don’t think we would if we could? It’s gotta run its course, Shane. Come morning you’ll wake up back to normal and with no other reminders of your night. Promise,” Ty tried to reassure.

“Ty’s right. I know the transformation and being an animal like that isn’t your thing but it’s a one off thing! Try to look at it as a, a, a new experience?” Martin tried offering.

“A new experience? Are you insane?!” Shane yelled at both his friends. “Why would you guys even have those? Do you enjoy that sort of thing?”

Ty and Martin blushed and avoided eye contact. Their sudden awkwardness leads Shane to an uncomfortable thought.

“Fuck, is this a fetish or something for you two? Ty? Martin? Answer me, someone!”

Again the pair on the couch struggled to find the right words. Even if ‘yes’ would have been a simple and correct way to answer.

“It sorta, kinda… I guess sometimes we-” Martin began.

“Yeah, it’s a sexual thing. So what? We’re consenting adults and we know what we’re getting into,” Ty noted.

“We didn’t want to bring you in on our thing, Shane. You got yourself involved… But that doesn’t mean we’ll force you to do anything with us,” promised Martin, hoping to calm his friend down.

Ty nodded in agreement. “Oh definitely! We can’t stop the changes but we can lock ourselves in the basement and you can have the run of the upstairs. That way when-”

“Ugh, gross! No! I didn’t even know that was a thing! You’re right I don’t want to be anywhere near you two! Today, tonight, or probably ever!” Shane was getting hysterical in his anger. Quickly escalated thinking every itch or poke at his skin was the transformation beginning early. “No, no, no! I don’t wanna be a wolf! There’s gotta be a way to, to…”

“Shane, buddy,” Martin said as he went over to Shane. Just to be rebuffed.

“Keep away from me! I… I think I’m sprouting fur!” Shane panicked as he scratched himself.

“You’re not. Takes night and moonlight to trigger and it’s,” Ty checked his phone, “barely four. You have the rest of the afternoon, evening, and until around an hour to midnight before it really starts.”

“Shane, listen to me and Ty on this. You’re going to be fine. We’ll make sure it all goes well but you gotta trust us. Come sit down, dude. We’ll talk more, finish our game, drink, get delivery, and take things one step at a time, ” Martin told his distraught friend.

“And eventually one paw at a time too,” added Ty facetiously.

“Ty…” Martin rolled his eyes.

“What? It’s true. And nothing to worry about. It wears off. We could go into more detail if you wanted,” offered Ty.

Shane crossed his arms and remained standing in front of the tv. “I want all the details from you two. Starting from the top: why?!”

Over the next few hours Ty and Martin did their very best to answer every question that Shane peppered them with. Shane was quite prepared to walk out of the house at several points. They talked him away from that and got him to accept that he wasn’t going to die and he would change back. Alcohol helped take the edge off Shane’s hysteria and he was able to sit down with his friends again.

They ordered pizza and got back to their games with Shane harboring anxiety about what was coming. He would itch at anything and checked himself for signs of fur frequently. Shane also went to the bathroom whenever he could to check himself in the mirror with clothing pulled away. But even as the sun went down and they ate dinner, Shane was unchanged in any way. A seed of doubt that this was all a big trick remained in the back of his head in case this was a weird prank. With how relaxed and unconcerned Ty and Martin were once Shane sat back down it was a possibility.

It was a quarter past ten when an alarm went off on Martin’s phone with the name of ‘wolftime’. “Forty-five minutes until showtime. Gonna get the place ready for a few werewolves,” he explained calmly to Shane as the group got up.

“It’s mostly moving furniture, opening doors, putting out some water bowls, and laying down some sheets on the carpet. I want to try to avoid stains,” Ty elaborated.

“Or claw marks,” Martin added with a smirk towards Ty.

“With three of us that might be asking a lot,” Ty responded. “Come with me, Shane. Help me with the sheets.”

“Uhhh, sure,” Shane warily agreed.

Shane’s heart raced as he helped the others get things ready. There was more to it than they let on but it had the side effect of making time fly by a lot quicker. During that time Shane’s habit of checking for changes returned to a near hysterical rate that he could hardly hide. Often also rubbing his ears, nose, tailbone, and other parts for anything that showed he was turning into a wolf. Ty and Martin didn’t seem to notice or care as they worked. The pair talked about what parts of the transformation they were looking forward to. Shane heard them close to flirting with one another on a few occasions and didn't want to think what that could be about.

Another alarm on Martin’s phone went off. This one was a loud wolf’s howl followed by an AI voice read off the current weather conditions. Cold, light breeze, clear sky, and a full moon.

“So what now? I don’t feel anything yet. Or maybe I do? What does this even feel like? Does it matter that I can’t see the moon?” Shane rattled off. With all but the last questions having been answered for him previously.

“If you don’t look, the transformation takes a whole lot longer and can hurt. Moonlight somehow makes all the difference,” replied Martin as the three headed towards the front door.

“And like we’ve said, you’ll know when it starts when you feel a wiggle. Won’t take too much after we get mooned,” assured Ty. Who was lowkey competing with Martin to reach the door first.

“Like a couple minutes. Then it’s all over in thirty minutes, Shane. I bet you’ll love it,” remarked Martin.

“I doubt that but let’s get this over with. There’s nothing else I need to know, right?” asked Shane.

Martin got to the front door first but waited to open it. Instead glancing at Ty with a knowing look. “Well, there’s one thing. Doesn’t directly affect you but, well, I think Ty should say it. Since it’s his thing that’s different,” Martin said evasively.

“Different? Different how? Why didn’t you guys tell me this earlier?” insisted Shane.

“Because there’s no comfortable way to broach the subject,” Ty began uncomfortably. He motioned for Martin to open the door and as it did told Shane, “There’s a reason my macarons are different. I, uhhhh, I still turn into a werewolf only I’m a bit more… girl.”

The front door swung open as Ty revealed his coming swapping of sexes.

“A bit more- what?!” Shane blurted out.

His astonishment was short lived as they went out the front door. Clearly visible in the eastern sky was the moon. The glow briefly entranced all three men where they stood. Ty and Martin, with their experience, broke from the trance first. Martin had to close the door for Shane to return to his wits.

“What the-? What just happened?” Shane asked, rubbing his forehead.

“That was the magic activating, Shane. Told you that you would know,” smiled Martin. “Come on, let's get back to the den where we have some room.”

“Come on, Shane,” Ty said as he grabbed his friend’s wrist to pull him along.

“But I-” Shane stammered.

The new guy to transformation didn’t fight getting dragged all the way to the den. It was one of the rooms where they had covered the floor and moved the furniture previously. There was a tingling, unnatural heat starting to propagate out from his gut that Shane’s nerves and general confusion obscured. By the time they reached the den it had propagated through all three of them to create a noticeable sweat on their foreheads.

“Ohhhhh, it’s starting. Do you feel that, Shane? That…magic glow from within?” Martin panted with a smile.

“I know I do,” agreed Ty, biting his lip in anticipation.

“I feel… flush. I don’t know, I don’t know. Is that bad?” Shane asked hurriedly as he checked himself for physical signs.

“No, that’s good, dude. That means things are about to get very hairy,” boasted Martin. “Feel free to take any clothes off you might need. Modest isn’t really…”

“A werewolf thing,” Ty finished. Then let his jeans drop to the ground and kicked off both his socks. He left his boxers and white t-shirt.

“Hehe, it really isn’t. Plus you don’t want to rip any of your clothes up. At your own pace, of course,” advised Martin. He dropped his pants, removed socks, hoodie, and t-shirt down to just a pair of boxer briefs. Both Martin and Ty had little body hair like their friend. Made the patches of sprouting fur on Martin’s chests, back, and upper arms stand out a lot more.

When Shane saw the hair growing on Martin as well as Ty’s ears elongating to canine points it hit him truly that this was going to happen. He felt a fine prickling of the same areas of his own body. Soon Shane was itching at himself through his clothing. Removing it in front of his friends wasn’t a step he was comfortable with. Though as the itching spread and Shane felt his ears throb in addition to a spot at the base of his spine it was getting harder to justify.

“Would it be possible for me to change, I dunno, anywhere else?” Shane anxiously asked.

“You’re much better off around us, dude. We’ve done this before and can help keep you calm until…” Ty promised, only to trail off. Not the least because he could feel telltale tingle in his cock and balls which preceded their shrinking into a wolfish cunt.

Shane waited for Ty to finish or Martin to add something but both were enthralled with their own developing changes. “Keep me calm until what exactly?” he pressed.

“Until you start enjoying it,” a grinning Martin answered with a low growl. There was a thin layer of dark hairs covering a lot of Martin's chest which trailed down his stomach and into his briefs. The man himself was running his hands over his newly furred areas as well as peeking back at the nub of a tail he had growing.

“Start enjoying this?” scoffed Shane. This as he traced the edges of his constantly shifting ears with one hand. And with the other rubbed the back of his jeans where his own scrawny, sweaty, nub that was rapidly elongating into a proper tail. Shane felt it worm between his ass cheeks and couldn’t quite believe it still. “I don’t like any of this!” he declared.

“Just let it happen, man. Don’t overthink it,” Ty suggested.

“Easy for you to say! I- ah, ah, AH! My teeth!” gasped Shane as caught his lip and then tongue on his larger, sharper canine teeth.

“Loosen your jaw and speak slowly. Heh, while you can still speak,” Martin quipped.

“Oh shit, you’re right. How will we even talk? How will-”

Shane was halted mid-sentence when Ty removed his shirt and a small pair of furry breasts bounced free. And below those two more rows of similarly dark nippled breasts jiggled. And below those two more rows of just nipples were clear to see at Ty’s lightly furred waistline. The sandy-brown fur Ty had coming in contrasted with the rows of dark nipples. With his body swelling and skin tighter, the more feminine features Ty was taking on were apparent to even Shane. It’s while staring he saw his friend’s pants drip wet while his boner shrunk away.

“Y-You are really changing into a g-girl,” Shane stammered. Suddenly he was very aware of his own erection hiding in his pants. Something he attributed to how hard his heart was pumping rather than anything like arousal.

“I said I would,” Ty reminded him.

“Guess I thought you were just trying to mess with me. You really don’t mind that?” Shane turned his body away as he spoke to hide the bulge in the front of jeans. The itching of fur spread to his back, arms, down his legs, and mingled into the hair on his head. His nose, lips, gums, and whole face were swelling outward in painless, surreal transfiguration happening right in front of his eyes.

“Not in the least. Feels pretty fucking good actually,” replied Ty while tugging down his boxers in the back. Out came nearly a foot long, lightly furred tail that was a few inches shorter than what Martin had hanging behind him. “You’ll be glad about it too, heh,” Ty added.

“Heh, heh, heh,” snickered Martin. Whose canine pointed, massive erection strained his underwear increasingly.

Ty and Martin laughed between each other about what Shane wasn’t willing to think about. Throbbing in Shane’s hands drew his attention away from his friends. Pads of darkening flesh covered his palms and the swollen tips of his fingers. As he watched his nails darken and sharpen Shane was forced to the tips of his toes. His socks were getting very tight to tell him his feet were going the way of his hands.

The aching discomfort of the transformation was getting into all of Shane’s meat and bones. His clothing wasn’t just making him itch anymore as his rips barreled out, shoulders and hips pinched, and neck stretched. Shane tried to just pull off his hoodie but he had waited too long. Neither shoulders or hands were flexible or nimble enough for the job. So he tried to at least get his pants off but could only get the button undone before both thumbs shrank too much to be useful.

“Shit. Stupid shirrrrrt,” Shane huffed with a growl in his voice. Speaking was hard enough with his mouth open to avoid all the sharper teeth in his expanding muzzle.

“Told you to take em off sooner,” remarked Martin. His own underwear had slipped down around his knees. With him dropping to his knees, Martin shook off his briefs. Between his legs a red, wolfish cock of nine inches and a visible knot bounced along with a furry set of balls.

Seeing his friend’s wolfish genitals caused a tingling down his own engorged, beastly dick. Confined as it still was, Shane’s constantly fidgeting and jerking around rubbed fabric against his sensitive member. Only making the strain of his clothes all the more intolerable. Shane couldn’t see how obvious it was that he was sporting a larger canine cock in his jeans. The vivid outline wriggled ever longer down in the inside of his right leg. Whether he knew it or not, Shane’s new canine manhood was helping to dull his mind with a wolf’s instincts.

“Little help?” Ty asked from all fours. His boxers were stuck mid-way down his furred, reshaping thighs.

“Surrrre,” Martin shivered. He wobbled over on furry, almost completely transformed four paws to nip Ty’s boxers over. Their limbs were close to full canine in bearing with fur covering much of their taut, muscled, bodies. More wolf than human, and in Ty’s case, more bitch in heat.

“Mmmmm, thanks. How am I smelling?” Ty asked Martin.

A sniff of the air got Martin’s tail wagging and cock twitching. “Wonderrrfullrrrrrr,” Martin complimented. Then kept on sniffing.

Shane’s transformation lagged behind slightly from his resistance. The struggle to keep on two legs was a losing battle. He was grappling with his own clothes in addition to that as Martin tended to the last of Ty’s clothing. When asked Martin for his smell, Shane sniffed the air too. A hot and sweet scent that Shane couldn’t place nonetheless inflamed the carnal desires radiating from between his legs. His wolfish cock bulged so much that it tore the seams of his pants open to flop out. It seemed to weigh him down; bringing Shane first to his knees and then all fours. Shane himself was only aware of what he had done when locked into position.

“Shit! I didn’t want to- ah! These damn, rrrrrr, clothes! I can’t, I can’t move!” whined Shane out of frustration. He resorted to biting the sleeves of his hoodie to get it off. Not caring if he ripped it to shreds.

The next thing Shane knew his friends were on him. “Cool yourrrr jets, dude,” Ty urged in a guttural, ragged voice.

“We’ve got you, morrrrron,” Martin teased in a voice even rougher than Ty’s. “Just do as we say forrrr once,” he instructed.

Dosed with equal measure fear, confusion, embarrassment, and horny, Shane reluctantly acquiesced. The care and speed with which Ty and Martin disrobed him- carefully pulling his hoodie over his head, roughly tugging his pants off, and shredding the rest with their transforming maws- made The small smattering of hair Shane had around his pubic area was now a dense fur patch around a sheath. From the end of which hung over a foot of pulsating red wolf cock. Shane wondered how long his friends had been changing for to be so experienced.

Questions like that would have to wait for when Shane had the wits to think clearly. In the moments following Ty tearing off his underwear and while Martin kicked Shane's clothes clear, Shane was aware of his brain’s saturation with a wolf’s instincts. A male’s wolf’s to be precise. That sweet smell from before wafted off Ty whether he moved. Though still bearing some resemblance in the face and neck to the man he knew, Ty’s whole bearing and look was female wolf. Shane’s wolf brain saw a worthy mate while his human brain remembered his friend drunkenly belching the Greek alphabet.

“It’s rrrr’okay to starrrre,” Ty told Shane when he saw his friend staring but trying not to. Ty plodded over comfortably to Shane and curled to walk right in front of him. “I’m all girrrrrrl now. See?”

Ty turned and lifted his tail inches from Shane’s blackened nose. Tucked under a puckered butthole and sticking out from the damp fur around it was a swollen canine cunt. No sign of his friend’s manhood remained to be sure. Just the sort of backside that his instincts desired to mount and breed. Enough of the old Shane still present to speak up while he was able.

“It feels so wrrrrong wantin’ t-t-to fuck Ty. I’m strrrrraight,” Shane whimpered with a lot of difficulty.

“Ty isn’t a guy like you arrrrrren’t human anymore, dude,” Martin explained while panting heavily. Himself having the same desire to mount Ty. Like he had so many times before during their recent transformations.

“I’m a naturrral. And all wolf-bitch!” Ty howled, his head arching upward as the changes struck his neck.

Wincing as his own face and neck underwent their final adjustments, Martin tried to reassure his friend’s doubts. “We’rrrrre wolves now, duderrrrr. Trrrust those instincts. They know a, a, a, female when they, smrrrrrell one.”

“I don’t… know if… I… I… can’t… caaaaaRRROOOO!” Shane’s speech buckled. The macaron’s magic reached his throat and words became unintelligible wheezes or coughs. His muzzle was further stretched, his tongue and face coming with it.

Shane’s speech was gone like the others until morning. Ty and Martin would howl and awoo to each other playfully, while doing little to hide sniffing the others’ butts like any animal would. Instincts were telling Shane to join in. He was familiar with both and up until eating that macaron, thought he knew them well. Shane now knew them even better though. With the added benefit of a burly set of furry werewolf balls to fuel him, his apprehension and fear melted away.

When his neck and face finished and there was only fur, muscle, and some instinct to go, Shane looked at himself and for the first time found pride in his appearance. The musk that came off his new body was heady with a tang. Filling him with more pride that only his instincts could explain. He, like the others, stood larger, longer, and more muscled than normal wolves with longer, dense fur. Every sense was elevated. Every sensation was new and thrilling. Shane’s previous reluctance was gone along with much of human intellect down to a more narrow, canine understanding of things. Yet retaining that sense of who he was. Seeing his friends more as packmates now. And in Ty’s case, more than that.

Acceptance brought Shane’s transformation to a quicker conclusion as a result. The others finished their changes just minutes before him and right around the half-hour mark. None of them holding onto any resemblance to their former selves aside from retaining most of their eye color. Shane was the larger of the two males with a reddish brown coat. Martin was leaner, had a dusky black coat and Ty, smaller than both, was a tundra brown. All three stalked around the den to get a better feel for themselves for a brief time. Until certain instincts needed to be satisfied.

Ty played a very eager bitch to Shane, who had forgotten completely about his reservations fucking his friend. Knowing this would be the case, Martin kept back and waited for his turn.

The scent of bitch in heat drew Shane in and had him leap up on Ty’s backside with one thing in mind. Shane’s hips were already bucking wildly as he shuffled closer. Finding the mark after several tries made it all the sweeter for Shane as he shoved the rest of his cock in without delay. Ty moaned and yowled out of pleasure as it happened, orgasming twice while Shane buried himself deep as he could. It wouldn’t take long for a third Ty orgasm as Shane’s knot swelled after a few eager pumps. He’d press his weight down on Ty’s front half, pushing his panting friend’s jaw to the floor out of sheer pleasure. Then howled himself as he unloaded his seed into the willing bitch under him.

Shane felt strong, powerful, and completely dominant in his orgasm. His howling gave way to panting as the stink of their wolf sex filled the room. It got Martin so worked up for his turn that he couldn’t wait for Shane’s knot to come down. Tearing off one of the couch cushions and humping that into submission to tide him over.

Both male wolves would get their chance to mount and claim the overly eager female wolf. In between they would drink from the water bowls they left out, run around the house, lay down to rest and recover, then go right back to fevered breeding. Their precautions to safeguard the house were not proving to be enough for three werewolves. That would be a problem for them in the morning though. That night was all about wolfish desires and pleasures. No room for much else.

It was mid-afternoon when Shane awoke in bed. He was weary, sore, had a headache, and sensitive to the few rays of sun coming in through the blinds. His arms were wrapped around something and it was only as he sat up that Shane realized he was actually spooning Ty.

“Ty! Wh-What the hell?!” Shane blurted out as he scrambled off his waking friend.

“Wha-?” asked a barely awakened Ty.

“Damn it!” cursed Shane.

“Hey! Keep it down! Some of us are still sleeping,” Martin groaned from the foot of the bed. He was human but curled up like a sleeping dog.

“Yeah,” agreed Ty.

Shane would have protested if he had anywhere near the energy. He shuffled himself away from Ty and feet clear of Martin then just laid there. His mind going over everything he could remember from the night before. Since unlike what Ty promised, Shane very much woke up with a reminder of their night’s escapades. His memories were quite clear and raised a conundrum for poor Shane. How to be mad at his friends for everything while asking for the address of the shop where they bought those macarons and how much another box would cost.