Tying the knot

by DracumSum

Mike got lost in the woods, during the night of a full moon. He heard a twig snap behind him. And now he’s got a new boyfriend.

Added: 2 Jan 2021 9,501 words 2,325 views 5.0 stars (6 votes)

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Mike had never quite understood the concept of planning.

Sure, he could figure out how to get to the beach, but he never really did the next step in the chain. Just like realizing that day drinking would mean he couldn’t drive, which would mean that he couldn’t make it home, which well…there’s a reason he’s unemployed.

And now he was stuck in a similar situation.

Going kayaking with friends sounded like a great idea, and hiking back upstream sounded absolutely fine. But he’d started at 3 p.m., his car was about 10 kilometers away, the sun had set, and he didn’t bring his flashlight or phone, since they could get wet. Just his keys, a water jug, and some sunscreen.

“Stay calm, as long as you follow the river, you can’t get lost,” Mike muttered, trying to pick his way through the thick Northeast forest.

Thankfully , the moon was full. so it was pretty easy to see where to put his feet, even if it felt like he was going maybe a mile an hour thanks to the bushwacking.

Still, he had plenty of water. Even 5 hours wasn’t going to be… impossible, just long and exhausting.

Though he regretted his choice of footwear; soaked sneakers. Even after they’d mostly dried out, it wasn’t fun.

By now he’d mostly zoned out, thinking idle thoughts. Mike didn’t notice that he was following a draw up the mountain, rather than sticking to his original plan.

He confidently turned away from the river, up the ravine and started walking, looking for a place to cross. It looked like it was a tributary to the bigger river, so… steep and wet. Not fun to climb back out of.

A few hundred meters along, Mike made another left turn, this time to get around an uprooted tree, then made a wide walk around what smelled like a swamp.

The next twenty minutes of trying to get back on track was an exercise in futility. He had no idea where he was going and was too scared of getting more lost. His ability to walk more than 200 meters in any one direction dwindled as panic slowly grew. He didn’t want to go the wrong way.

In his panic, Mike started walking uphill. His reasoning? Uphill and upstream should be in the same direction. That made sense, right?

What felt like an hour later, he had to admit that it really didn’t. He’d made it to a clearing at the top of a hill, but couldn’t see or hear the river. He couldn’t figure out where to go next. He was lost. Hopelessly lost.

Mike began pacing around the clearing, trying to remember if anything looked familiar. Anything. Any sign at all.

“All right, that hill looks… like the one we floated by?” he whimpered, trying to visualize that hill in his mind based on his vague recollection of it during the day. He started pacing, trying to see other parts of the hill, not willing to leave the clearing. Everything looked totally different by moonlight, the world thrust into crisp patches of colorless light and dark. Any wind in the leaves seemed to make the world move.

Mike’s panic turned to fear, his eyes playing tricks on him. Monsters, faces, unknowable things in the dark, standing in the corner of his vision, flickering out of existence as his eyes tried to catch any movement. .

He knew those were just in his mind. Mountain lions, bears, wolves, snakes…

Mike froze and started walking backwards until he reached a massive maple tree, looking wildly into the night. At least he would be safer off the ground.

Mike latched onto the bark of the tree and tried to climb, trying to use the rough bark as hand and footholds. He grunted as he strained muscles untouched for years. His grip broke, and he slid back down the tree. He rubbed his face and got back up, ready to try again.

Several pathetic attempts later, Mike sat down. He was exhausted from the day, from the hike, from the futile attempts to climb, and curled up into a ball. It wasn’t that cold out, and getting some sleep would make getting back to the car tomorrow easier.

A few hours later, a howl echoed through the trees and woke Mike up. He looked around blearily, confused at his new alarm, then another howl tore him awake entirely, sending him to his feet, ready to sprint. Mike started running, then immediately fell on his face as he tripped over some loose rocks. He winced at the noise, and got back to his feet, deciding to slowly sneak away from whatever had made that noise.

Maybe two steps later, and the crack of a snapping branch filled the hushed air. Mike cringed, and tried not to make another sound. He took a few more steps, managed to not make any noise, and relaxed a bit. He was going to do this. Just take it one step at a time. No noise, they can’t find you. One step at a time. Mike took another step and another snap filled the air. Mike closed his eyes, and breathed out. Come on, do this right. Mike looked at the ground carefully, and placed his foot. Another snap rang out. Fuck!

Wait… that wasn’t from me… Mike said, looking behind him. All he could see was two yellow eyes in the bushes, glinting in the moonlight. He froze, terrified at whatever it was.

The eyes moved forward, rustling as they broke through the brush into the clearing proper, and stood underneath the full moon. It was huge, powerful, poised like it was ready to lunge for his neck. Wolves don’t attack people, right? Mike thought, his legs not responding. Then the wolf stood up.

It was maybe eight feet tall, hunched over and on digitrade legs, bulging with clearly defined muscle. Its claws glinted in the moonlight, sharp and lethal, while its teeth glinted white, saliva dripping as its lips pulled back in a snarl. Mike was most focused on those parts, as his brain finally got enough pieces together to try to run. He tripped again, and caught himself on his hands, legs scrabbling underneath him. He got back on his feet and froze again as a low growl began inches from his neck.

A massive pair of forepaws wrapped around Mike, and lifted him off the ground. All Mike could hear was his pounding heartbeat. He tried pulling against the claws, but the wolf just started squeezing, slowly and inexorably, as if it could increase pressure more or less infinitely. He slumped and closed, utterly defeated, ready to die.

When violent bloody death didn’t find him, Mike opened one eye warily. The wolf was looking at him with a curious expression, head tilted to one side, and then it opened its mouth in a surprisingly doggie-like grin. It carefully put Mike down, and then went back to all fours, sniffing him excitedly. Mike really wasn’t sure how to respond.

Still, without it looming overhead, and now that Mike was sure he couldn’t run, he was able to get a better look at the beast.

Werewolf? Mike thought, as the wolf started sniffing around him, still mostly seated.

Even sitting down, the wolf’s eyes were level with Mike’s own, though he was increasingly unsure about it being a wolf. Aside from the whole standing up thing, now that he could actually see it, well… it looked kinda hot.

Sure, animalistic head with triangular ears (which was sort of a turn on anyway) and legs, but the rest of it looked pretty humanoid. Tight ass, bushy tail, strong broad back with muscles that showed through even the layer of white and gray fur. Mike reached out and felt the wolf, running his hands through the fluff. The wolf whined at the touch and pressed back hard into it, clearly enjoying the sensation.

Well, it seems nice. Mike started petting with both hands, and the wolf sat up, resting its massive head on Mike’s shoulder, almost staggering him.

The sucker was heavy, and Mike leaned into it, half petting half hugging in self-defense. “You’re a bigun, aren’t you?” Mike asked, continuing the long tradition of asking obvious questions to animals. The wolf picked up its head and looked at him, mouth opening in a doggie grin, then licked his face. Mike spluttered and tried to wipe off the slobber, but, well, still holding up a couple hundred pounds of wolf. Giant fluffy absorbent pelt? He thought, then buried his face in the wolf’s neck fluff and rubbed. The warm fur felt nice, even if it wasn’t that cold out, and Mike stood there, relaxing with his new friend.

It didn’t even smell bad, just a lot, somehow spicy and strong. Mike’s arms slowly stopped petting the wolf’s neck and head, and started feeling the rest of the beast. Definitely not just a wolf, the rock hard pecs, the bulging biceps, the defined back all said human, and an impressive one at that. The wolf hooked his head around Mike’s back, and slowly relaxed, bringing Mike to the ground with it, ending up laying down with Mike splayed across its torso.

Mike stopped smelling the wolf’s neck, and got a good look at its, no his, entire body for the first time. Lying flat, it was closer to ten feet tall, with longer arms and shorter legs than in a human. Those arms and legs were corded with muscle, and the upper arm was easily thicker than Mike’s leg. Even through the fur, it was easy to see the wolf’s definition; abs, pecs, lats, and quads were all cut, the thin fur on most of his body adding an exotic accent rather than concealing. The ruff around its neck was almost lion-like, though still gray and white. Definitely more practical than muscle-builder, lots of supporting muscle around the waist kept the wolf from a classic V shape.

Somehow the wolf seemed amused as Mike’s eyes ran up and down its body, and he opened his mouth in an almost knowing grin as Mike froze and stared at one particular spot.

The wolf’s sheath was massive, easily the length of Mike’s forearm, covered in pure white fur that practically demanded that one look at it. The baseball sized testes pulled down on an almost overfull ball sack, giving a stallion a run for its money. Mike couldn’t help but get closer, to look at this paragon of masculinity better.

He crawled on all fours towards the wolf’s crotch, and swung one leg over the wolf’s torso. Despite the sheath’s massive size, the cock within was apparently tightly squeezed; the head was already partway out, glinting wetly in the moonlight. Mike couched there, his head short circuited by the fulfillment of multiple of his unattainable fantasies. After a few seconds, he had to breathe, and a similar smell from the wolf’s neck flooded his nostrils, though it wasn’t quite the same. It was spicier, stronger, more demanding. Mike felt a familiar stirring sensation in his pants as his body responded to long years’ worth of conditioning.

He jumped as the wolf’s massive hands wrapped around his waist, and the wolf’s head pressed against his crotch, inhaling deeply. The wolfcock started sliding out of its home, as the wolf’s balls started pumping in their sack. Mike stared open mouthed as inch after inch slid free, starting from a thin point for the slit, then rapidly expanding to a thigh thick behemoth. The cock stood there proudly, pulsing in time with the wolf’s slow heartbeat, leaking a slow river of precum. Mike’s forearm couldn’t compare. He was pretty sure most of his leg wouldn’t compare.

Mike’s obsessive staring was cut short as the wolf hooked his claws into the swimwear and tore it apart, releasing Mike’s aroused manhood. It wasn’t that special, lower end of average at five inches, though Mike was pretty sure that any human cock would be about the same compared to the behemoth before him. Mike tensed as he felt the wolf’s breath on his balls, and jumped again when he felt something wet and hot enclose both them and his dick. A few seconds later, powerful suction and an agile tongue set to work, wrapping his length and urging him towards orgasm.

Mike moaned at the sensation, and felt like he had to reciprocate, reaching out towards the wolfhood in front of him. It jumped as he touched the spongy hard surface, spurting a small amount of watery pre-cum, the spicy smell growing until it made Mike’s head swim. He reached out with his tongue, and licked up the pre matting the fur, the sharp taste more potent than he expected. The two lay there, Mike’s flab indented against the wolf’s cut abs, each exploring the other. Then the wolf tensed and moved Mike.

He yelped as the wolf’s claws picked him up and flipped him around, his crotch now facing the wolf’s head, and he shuttered as the sharp teeth fully enclosed his cock and taint, tongue extending between his ass cheeks. The wolf started sucking and rimming him at the same time, and Mike practically melted into the arms of his lover. It wasn’t long before he was close, and he grunted, spraying jizz into the wolf’s muzzle.

The wolf didn’t appear to mind, swallowing it without issue, but the wolf’s tongue slipped past Mike’s relaxed asshole, coating it in a generous layer of slick saliva. Mike squirmed at the intrusion, but the wolf held him fast. It was only when Mike was dripping that the wolf finally placed Mike down, resting him on his furry pelvis. It took a few seconds for Mike to recover from the overstimulation, and the invasion. Still leaking, Mike tried to turn around to return the favor, but was interrupted by a wet slap at the base of his shoulder blade.

“Did that thing get bigger?” Mike asked, trying to turn around. The wolf stopped him, picking him up again, though this time with his thumbs facing inward.

“Wait, what are you doing?” Mike asked, starting to panic as the wolf’s thick thumbs started sliding through the saliva to his asshole. “No!” He shouted as the wolf’s thick thumb started playing with the muscle. Mike tried to tense, but after a few seconds the wolf easily slipped inside, not meeting any resistance. Muscle relaxant in the saliva? Mike wondered randomly, though most of his brain was concerned with trying to… oops, already in.

Both thumbs started pulling apart, stretching Mike’s increasingly pliant ass, as Mike cringed in fear and anticipation of pain. But it never came. Instead, the wolf stuck another finger inside, and started rubbing something that sent pulses of pleasure up and down Mike’s spine. Mike moaned and tried to press back against the invader, get a more intense sensation, but it wasn’t coming. Instead, Mike was stuck there at the mercy of the wolf, who seemed more than content enough to let him squirm. Mike closed his eyes, trying to lose himself in the sensation, and groaned in satisfaction when something else started pressing against the bump. Both of the wolf’s thumbs were withdrawn, and reached to grab Mike by the armpits, as the pressure against the bump slowly started building. Mike started moaning as the rubbing stimulated parts of him he never knew existed.

Then an intrusion of discomfort in his stomach started, and Mike opened his eyes, trying to figure out what was happening. “Holy shit!” He shouted as he saw himself slowly sinking down onto the deep red wolf cock. He’d already made it past the head, and most of the remainder was easily as thick as his thigh. Mike wasn’t sure how his pelvis hadn’t already cracked. The discomfort continued to grow, until it reached painful, and Mike tried to worm his way around the massive cock so it didn’t crush his internal organs. Something gave way, and Mike slipped a few more inches as a burning line appeared near the inside of his stomach.

I’m going to be fucked to death. Mike thought, looking down and noticing that the frothy clear saliva that was working as lube was taking a pink tinge. The wolf seemed not to care and, now that Mike was more than halfway down the lethal cock, he started lifting Mike up and down, yelping at the sensation. Mike could clearly see where the cock was, the bulge pressed inches out from his normal thin layer of flab. As the wolf continued, the pain slowly vanished, while the pleasure from that bulb grew and grew. Mike involuntarily clenched down, spraying watery jizz on the wolf, and the wolf whimpered as it pressed in, pulling Mike down further than before, reigniting the pain from that burning line, and driving the air out from his lungs.

The wolf came, howling, arms tensing and pulling Mike onto him. Mike clearly felt each cumshot pulse through the wolf’s cock, and he moaned again at the additional rhythmic pressure on his prostate, squeezing out more watery cum onto the wolf’s fur. The wolf didn’t stop, shooting what felt like liters of the stuff into his ruined colon, until his lower belly bulged out a bit. The wolf moved his hands and pressed down on the bulge, playing with it and forcing the jizz into other parts of Mike’s bowels. Mike, on the other hand, slumped against the wolf’s hands, unable to muster the willpower to stay upright.

The wolf let Mike down slowly, until he was resting against the wolf’s chest, bellybutton to bellybutton. Mike was completely overwhelmed. Feeling the wolf manipulate his body so easily was terrifying. He’d never felt like he had so little control. Mike’s cock twitched again, spraying another prostate orgasm against the wolf, and Mike looked up at his owner.

The wolf leaned down and licked Mike’s face, covering him in a thick layer of slime. It might not have been as potent smelling as the wolf’s precum, or his cock, but Mike’s head started spinning from the overwhelming scent. Each breath made the pain in his stomach feel more remote, as his dick started hardening and his ass started pulsing involuntarily, coaxing a whimper and an involuntary thrust out of his fluffy mate. Mike was torn, he wanted to return the favor, but his ass still wanted more. He reached up and tried to pull the wolf’s face towards him, opening his mouth and extending his tongue.

The wolf eagerly followed his lead, and the wolf tried to kiss Mike. Little difficult for muzzles. Still Mike tried to make do even if his lover could fit his entire head into his mouth. Mike and the wolf kissed, their tongues intertwining and fighting, as slobber slid down Mike’s throat. He swallowed, kissed, and breathed in a complex dance, as the pain in his stomach faded and vanished.

After a few minutes of making out, after potentially lethal sex, completely ruining the buildup of the scene, Mike finally felt like he had enough control to move. Holding onto the wolf’s chiseled abs for support, Mike regretfully pulled away from the kiss, and started pushing himself down. Mike moaned as the thigh thick monster crushed his prostate, the smooth surface of the wolf’s cock not providing enough stimulation on its own, until he hit a stop. Two orbs, maybe two or three times the thickness of his hand, had slipped free of the sheath, and were demanding satisfaction. Mike took a deep breath, let it out, and pressed against them, hard.

Despite his asshole being completely, almost magically, relaxed, these two bulges were far outside of Mike’s comfortable range. He started squirming on top of the wolf, trying to get the knots to shift more easily, and the knot started to slip in. Mike’s eyes widened and he opened his mouth as he felt some skin tear, and he knew that he was pushing way, way too far. The wolf saw Mike’s dedication, and grabbed Mike’s hips, helping him down.

Mike gasped as the knot passed its thickest point, and he rapidly slid down the rest, his asshole reflexively clamping down the root of the wolf’s dick after he bounced into the wolf’s virile cub factories. The wolf’s reaction was even more intense. He howled, head thrust back, pointing at the sky. Mike was dragged with him, the massive cock embedded in his ass and tickling his lungs forcing the entire body along, bulge clearly visible all the way though. And the wolf began cumming for real.

Blast after blast filled Mike, and his belly was starting to show. It was filling Mike’s entire digestive tract, clearly outlined around the massive bulge that was the wolf’s cock. Mike could have sworn there was so much that it was filling his stomach. He held himself, shuttering in time with the spurts of jizz, debating whether or not he could get off. His hesitation cost him; the wolf’s knot started hardening and expanding, firmly locking the two together. The wolf’s cock felt like it was never going to stop, pumping blast after blast of cum. Mike could feel it, the cock shuttering and pulsing, pressing against his prostate, and filling him up. His cock went wild, spraying everything it had, soaking the wolf as far as Mike could pump. Mike shouted and went limp, completely overwhelmed by the sensation, and eventually passed out against the wolf, who curled around him protectively, still locked firmly locked together.


Mike woke up to bright sunlight, feeling surprisingly good for someone who probably should have died from internal bleeding. The ground was soft, there wasn’t much dew, no mosquitoes, and someone was spooning him from behind, with a mostly soft cock up his ass. Mike blinked, as his brain processed that last fact, and he jerked away, last night suddenly returning in a rush. Unable to think of anything else, and not sure if his legs would support him, Mike turned around.

Laying down, yawning and rubbing his eyes, wasn’t the wolf. Looks like his guess about the existence of werewolves was accurate, because there was a naked dude laying there.

Strangely enough, Mike’s first thought was that the guy was cute. Five foot nothing, maybe a little tone, shorter messy blond hair, shaved everything else, feminine face with long lashes, and piercing blue eyes, which were currently filled with a mixture of shame and regret.

“Oh fuck, did I… fuck,” the stranger asked in a highish pitched voice.

“Erm… yes,” Mike said, and suddenly reverted to standard social norms out of reflex. “I’m Mike, nice to meet you.”

The stranger’s eyebrows furrowed in concern, but he nevertheless said, “Um, hi, I’m Alex.”

An awkward silence fell, and the two didn’t look at each other for a few moments. Mike picked up his shredded clothes and looked at them, as Alex blushed. He looked like he was going to say something apologetic, but stopped himself.

“Should have brought a lint roller,” Mike said after examining the clothing carefully.

Alex looked at the clothes, shredded by his claws, torn along the crotch, useless for anything except as cum rags, but, to be fair, had a layer of gray fur matted to the surface, and laughed. “God, that’s an awful joke.” Mike laughed along with him.

“Yeah, I know. Mind helping me get up?” Mike asked, legs still unsure.

Alex nodded, and looked at where their bodies were still joined. He backed away, his cock pulling out with liquid slurping noise, and they both shivered at the sensation. Shaking it off, Alex stood up and pulled Mike up.

It didn’t hurt as much as Mike expected, which is to say he could actually stand and walk, if a little stiffly. Alex seemed pretty much fine, completely comfortable with standing around naked in the forest. Mike noticed that Alex was looking him up and down, seemingly approvingly.

Mike wasn’t sure why. Curly black hair, six feet, that layer of chub over an old swimmer’s build, it was basically the opposite of Alex, though they were both in their early 20s. Still, it looked like Alex approved, as another really obvious difference became apparent. A huge dick and balls.

Mike was pretty happy with his five incher. Might have been a bit smaller than average, and made even smaller by that inch or two of fat, but… it worked. Alex, on the other hand, was honestly scary. It didn’t look like something that should be attached to a human. Which might be the explanation of how he got it? Hanging halfway down his thigh, the wrist thick veiny cock and egg sized balls captured all of Mike’s attention, and he said the first thing that came to mind. “Is that an illegal shotgun in your pocket or are you happy to see me?”

Alex blushed and tried to cover himself up. It didn’t really work, and Mike could see the dick from both sides of his arm. He felt himself start to stiffen, and his asshole felt weirdly empty and needy.

“Sorry about that… I’ll try to explain when… actually do you have a car nearby? How did you get here?”

Mike recounted his idea to walk back to his car after the river ride. Alex was dumbfounded.

“You walked through the wilderness without proper footwear, anyone else with you, or a way of calling for help?”

“Erm… I had footwear.” Mike looked around confused at why he was naked, rather than just pants-less. He saw both shoes, but they were shredded, and his shirt looked stretched beyond use, plus covered in an unholy mixture of bodily fluids. “How did that happen?”

“Oh… well, I suppose that’s to be expected,” Alex said, his face falling.

“What?”

“Well, you’re a werewolf now.” Alex sniffed a few times. “Yep, new wolf smell. Anyway, you would have probably died if you hadn’t become one.”

“What? I thought it was bites?” Mike said, going off of an inordinate fondness of anthropomorphic animals.

“I think it’s any bodily fluid entering your bloodstream. I don’t see any scratches, and you said no bites. Did you get injured last night?” Alex asked.

Mike thought back to the previous night. “Erm, it felt like you had torn open my rectum?”

“Why? Did I try to eat you?” Alex asked, suddenly alarmed.

“Erm no…” Mike said, gesturing around at the cum sodden ground.

“Oh. Ooh.” Alex’s cock started growing, and he coughed uncomfortably. Then began again. “I… think we should probably continue this after we take a shower. I think my car is a few miles away, if you’re able to walk.”

Mike nodded, and the two set off into the woods.
Mike limped towards Alex’s sensible-to-a-fault four door silver Hyundai, wincing with every step. Alex had easily darted through the forest, his feet were tough enough to walk over sharp rocks, his balance sure, and his mental map of the woods nearly perfect.

Mike, on the other hand, had fallen on his ass every few minutes, and had started bleeding from both feet thanks to his total lack of woodcraft and barefoot activity. Plus he was sure they’d been wandering in circles, and had made that comment clear. No amount of “we’ve been walking downhill this entire time, how can we be going in circles?” could shake that.

Now that they were at the car, he practically broke down in tears in relief.

“Sorry about all that. I can’t shift during the day, and I really can’t carry you,” the 90-pound wimp said apologetically, looking at the red tinged footprints.

“Yeah, it’s fine. I’ve dealt with worse. Just give me a bit to sleep,” Mike said, leaning against the car, suddenly hyper-aware they were in public and naked.

Alex shook his head. “I have a medical kit in the car. Just sit down, I’ll take care of it.” He popped the trunk, and unlocked the door. Mike looked hesitantly at the light colored faux-leather, until Alex threw him a towel and he could wipe off some of the mud he’d picked up.

Alex did the same with his feet and hands, casually cleaning himself off on the roadside, before walking over to Mike and looking at his feet. “Shouldn’t be an issue, have alcohol right here. Just need to clean it out.” He knelt down and started carefully fixing the wounds.

Mike felt a familiar stirring in his crotch, as this cute guy was helping him, though a much more powerful rhythmic clenching in his ass grabbed his attention as well. Alex’s breaths deepened, and his cock stirred as well. He looked up, either in confusion or anticipation, and noticed Mike’s manhood staring him in the face. A wicked gleam took over, and he opened his mouth, hands coming up, when a flash of… something darted across his face and he shook his head.

He professionally finished bandaging Mike, and got into the car, while Mike sat there confused and inexplicably hurt.

The two drove away in silence, heading somewhere. Mike wanted to ask questions, such as “where are we going” but was hampered by two things. One, he suddenly felt like he’d spent the entire night doing vigorous exercise and, two, he realized that the sun rises before 5 am in the summer. Allergic to the idea of two four o’clocks in one day, he leaned against the glass and fell asleep.

Not long afterwards, Mike was nudged awake. He blinked blearily in the early morning air. “Erm, what?” They were outside an apartment building, and Alex was wearing a towel around his waist, poking Mike through the open window.

“We’re at my apartment. If you want to come in, you’re welcome to. If not, I’ll call an Uber, and grab you some clothes,” Alex said, apparently trying to control his emotions, and started walking inside.

“I’ll come up!” Mike said, his enthusiasm surprising himself. “I mean, I need to take a shower anyway, and I’d like to know more about what’s going on.”

Alex nodded, and the two took the stairs and two hallways to get to Alex’s door. Alex was far enough ahead that he had to poke his head around the corner a few times to make sure Mike found the right place. And he had the apartment door open by the time Mike caught up. Mike walked through into a fairly sparse space, kitchenette, large computer setup, some random posters, and an exercise area. A couple doors probably opened into closets, the bathroom, and the bedroom.

“You can take the first shower, I have something I need to take care of,” Alex said gruffly, pointing to one of the doors and walking over to his computer. Mike nodded and walked in. Not much to say, clean, no objectionable design choices, an array of functional over beautifying products, and a plunger. It was the Hyundai all over again. Boring practicality.

Mike shrugged. Whatever, it was still a shower. He turned on the water and hopped in, then realized that he didn’t know where another towel was. The one he’d walked in with was smeared with mud and worse.

Mike walked out of the shower and headed for the door. He opened it and looked out. “Hey Alex, do you have—” Mike stopped when he saw Alex angrily pushing a massive bulge in his towel down, evidently trying to control his libido. Come to think of it, Mike hadn’t seen Alex’s front since they’d sat down in the car. Was Mike making Alex that horny? Would have made sense from how he acted as a wolf…

Alex spun around at the noise, looking like a teen who had been caught white handed, the clear outline under the towel, complete with a wet spot near the head, surged upwards. Alex looked at himself with undisguised disgust, and gave up on trying to keep the towel on.

“Is there anything you need?” Alex asked, trying to keep up something approaching the demeanor of a good host. The gritted teeth, leaking precum, and heavy towel hanging off a massive pole might have undermined that to a degree.

“Erm, I need a clean towel.”

“Use one of mine, they’re clean.”

“And I’d like some soap.”

“There’s a few in the shower.”

“And a nice cock to suck on.”

Alex’s hips shuttered at that, and the massive hunk of meat slapped against Alex’s stomach. “Erm, that might not be a good idea,” he said in a slightly strangled voice.

“Why not?”

“I’m infectious…”

“I’m already infected.”

“Look, it’s magic, but I think if you don’t get any more of my body fluids, you’ll go back to normal. If you keep this up… you’ll change.”

Mike opened the door and walked towards Alex, towering over him, half lidded eyes demanding everything.

“I think I want that,” Mike said, touching Alex’s cock.

Alex squeaked, and didn’t respond, just started looking Alex up and down, his cock leaking and pulsing in time with his heartbeat.

Mike pulled slightly, and Alex walked forward like a dog on a leash, following Mike into the shower.

It’d warmed up nicely, and the two got in, though Alex seemed like he’d frozen up. Mike got onto his knees and started washing Alex from foot to head, doubling back as needed.

Alex’s feet were not fully human. They almost seemed to have the beginnings of pads on them, which probably explained why he was able to walk through the forest so easily. Similarly, his toenails were slightly pointed, vaguely claw-like. Strangely enough for a werewolf, his body was nearly hairless, which helped as Mike took great care to feel the muscles throughout his body. They were hard and strong, even if they weren’t built for looks. Mike was less confident that he wouldn’t have been able to carry himself back to the car, though he supposed that sinking in mud and twisting an ankle was a pretty major concern.

His ass was great, tight and pert, and his hole opened easily to Mike’s intrigued inspection. It seemed like it was extremely sensitive, Alex clamped down on the invader and tensed, pressing as hard as he could, the amount of pre dripping from his cock noticeably increasing. Mike could feel a weird doughnut shaped bulge towards the front, large enough that it seemed to redirect the entire tunnel. Pressing there caused Alex to shutter and After a few seconds, Alex relaxed, and Mike continued his exploration.

Alex’s shoulders were average for his height, and his hair was short, about the same length as his fur. Not buzzed, just long enough to have some styling, with a fade on the sides. Thick eyelashes rimmed piercing blue eyes, and a cute nose complemented his cute kissable mouth. Around him, like a cloud, was a weaker version of that same spicy smell from last night, which reached down to Mike’s stomach and sent him quivering, balls churning and cock hardening.

Mike finally moved into the piece that interested him the most, Alex’s manhood.

It was darker than the rest of him, almost tanned, veiny, and uncut, the foreskin fighting a losing battle to contain the head. Mike held it with both hands, there was more than enough room, and gently started rubbing it. Alex clenched his hands and groaned.

“How big are you?” Mike asked. It honestly didn’t look like someone could take it. His hands couldn’t wrap around the shaft, and he wasn’t sure if he could open his mouth enough to give it a blowjob. Alex grabbed a bottle of lotion nearby and squeezed it on his dick, and Mike started picking up speed, feeling the hard heat pulse in time with Alex’s heart.

“Around… 10… inches,” Alex gasped out.

“You sure? That thing looks longer than my forearm. And thicker,” Mike said, honestly worried. Alex didn’t respond, just nodded. Alex’s cock was like a faucet, dribbling a continuous stream of precum, his massive egg sized balls pumping up and down in their sack.

“There’s no way those are natural,” Mike joked, reaching down and feeling their heft. It was like holding a medicine ball; Mike was surprised that Alex didn’t walk bowlegged or need special underwear.

“Got bigger after… first shift. Dick… got three inches.” Alex started humping against Mike’s questing hands, looking for relief. Mike grinned evilly, and started teasing his glans. Alex hover-handed, wanting to join in, but enjoying Mike’s ministrations. Mike decided to take pity on him and knelt down and added his mouth to the mix, moving his hands back to the thick, textured shaft. Maybe he couldn’t give all of it a blowjob, but he could certainly try to lick it.

The cock loomed in front of him, thicker than anything he had tried to swallow, longer than anything he’d considered putting up his ass… well, considered. He gave it a tentative lick, and got a blast of that spicy smell, this time it ran down his throat and filled his lungs and nose. His own cock went wild at the concentrated pheromones, and he dribbled a few drops of milky fluid when his ass clamped down on emptiness and pushed on his prostate. It was bitter, salty, and Mike was sure he was going to come to love it.

Mike enthusiastically attacked the cock, trying to shove as much of it inside his mouth as he could, while wanking it off with both hands. Alex aided him by grabbing Mike’s head, making the strokes longer and harder.

“Suck it,” he commanded, and Mike couldn’t resist. He sucked for all he was worth, and he just managed to get the engorged head past his lips. Alex must have been on edge for a while, his balls pulled up and he groaned and pulled, trying to force the dick down further.

Mike’s jaw felt like it was going to unhinge as the invader tried for his throat, but he didn’t have enough experience. And Alex unloaded, spraying half a dozen blasts of cum into Mike’s waiting mouth.

The sheer amount of Alex’s scent, especially when it was coating Mike’s entire mouth, was enough to send him over the edge. Mike moaned through the thick mouthful of cum as his cock shot a few weak spurts across Alex’s feet. Mike swallowed, again and again, as Alex’s slowly softening cock slipped from his lips.

“Damn, I need to try that again,” Mike said, luxuriating in the sensation, leaning back into the spray.

Alex nodded, slowly coming down. After a few seconds, he started sniffing, and ended up with his nose pressed into Mike’s neck.

“You all right?” Mike asked.

Alex’s growl and growing erection answered that question pretty well. Mike got a blast of Alex’s pheromones, and soon only had eyes for his swelling dick. “Bedroom?” Alex asked, panting, his cock rising towards his pecs.

Nodding, Mike grabbed a towel, rubbing quickly, before passing it to Alex, who did the same. Mike opened the bedroom door, revealing a somewhat messy room with a standard sized bed, though the sheets did have that higher quality sheen about them. Alex pushed him inside, and pressed him up against the wall, barely missing a bookcase.

Mike was startled by Alex’s look of aggressive lust, but, to be fair, it was pretty hot. Especially when they started making out. Mike couldn’t resist Alex, the feeling of their hard cocks pinned between them, slowly getting slicker as the leaked precum, though it mostly boiled down to Alex being cute as anything and Mike being a total slut when presented the opportunity.

Mike pressed back forcefully, their tongues fighting for dominance, as the two spun around each other, somehow ending up on the bed, Alex on the bottom. They kept making out, their scents driving each other insane, cocks hard and leaking against the other. Mike started kissing his way down Alex’s hair dusted chest, past his defined abs, and was surprised by a thick pelt of pubes. He looked up, and Alex’s face was pushing out into a muzzle, his nose twitching, and teeth lengthening.

So… horny, he turns into a wolf. Mike decided, and decided to keep it going. Mike dove onto Alex, cupping his balls and feeling them swell, becoming heavier and heavier. His other hand reached around to Alex’s back entrance and pressed in, then started rubbing around Alex’s prostate. Alex growled at the sensation on his crotch, and whined at intrusion in his ass, grinding back and clamping down, his cock starting to leak a cloudy fluid.

Alex swelled, expanding in all directions. His muscles gained definition, then inflated, causing the bed to creak as the amount of weight on top doubled, then tripled. His growls became deeper, more powerful, vibrating the bed, as fur started growing in, slowly covering him from head to foot. Mike kept playing, though he swung his leg over Alex. He wanted unrestricted access to a couple parts during the change.

The next shift was around the hand up Alex’s ass. Alex’s prostate, already larger and more sensitive than a normal human’s, flexed and swelled, encompassing the entire rectum, and it contracted around Mike’s fingers. He pulled out, then made a fist and pressed back as hard as he could.

Alex howled, probably waking up most of the neighborhood, and a long thick blast of cum decorated the headboard, followed by a dozen weaker shots, shellacking the werewolf and Mike. Mike’s head spun at the smell, and he turned around on Alex’s growing form, straddling his hips. His head was slowly becoming more wolf-like, muzzle extending and fangs growing in. His ears had already migrated to the top of his head, and were twitching at every one of Mike’s moans.

Alex lay there panting. “Fuck, that was hot,” he groaned, eyes closed. His voice was deeper, huskier, surprisingly unmangled by his muzzle. His eyes shot open, and he looked down at his much larger self. “What’s going on?” He asked confused.

“What? You’re turning into a werewolf,” Mike said, having adjusted to the fact when the wolfcock rearranged his insides.

“But I… blank out. Can’t speak. Can’t control myself,” Alex said, watching his fingernails fall out and sharp black claws take their place.

Mike decided there was entirely too much talking, and started playing with Alex’s cock. It was still mostly human, still very large, resting on top of two large furry balls. Alex’s confusion meant that it was softening, and Mike decided to fix that.

Mike grabbed both their cocks and held them together, the layer of cum making them nearly frictionless. The two were nearly the same size, Alex’s unshifted softened cock and his own achingly hard one, even if Mike probably gained a few inches by sitting on Alex’s lap. He started thrusting against the softer cock, his hands making a tight passageway to push through. Alex looked down and, with a wolfish grin, added his hands to the pile. The cock surged, hardening against Mike, and forcing his hands apart. Alex’s cock rapidly dwarfed Mike’s, until it barely came up halfway, then it started softening again. Alex whined as he pushed harder, trying to get more pressure, but the cock flopped limply against his belly fur.

Alex looked sheepishly at Mike. “Erm… sorry about that.” Mike leaned down and started nuzzling the flaccid monster. Getting soft didn’t look like it had changed much. Still could easily fit three or four hands, and… Mike jerked his hand back as Alex’s fur spread to his shaft. He frowned, annoyed at the sudden risk of carpet burns.

Still, the head was clear, and it seemed to be changing, becoming pointed. Mike started rubbing it. Alex whined at the stimulation, leg kicking at the air. Mike rode the jerking, and watched as Alex’s cock started hardening again. Oh, right… wolf. Mike thought, looking at Alex’s newly formed massive sheath, hiding the full majesty from sight. Only one way to fix that. He thought, continuing to play with Alex, watching inch after inch of mottled red werewolf cock push out.

As with last night, Alex’s dick was scaled beyond anything human, and probably beyond most horses. It was deep red, with blue veins giving the smooth surface visual texture. The human part gave it an absurd amount of thickness and length, while the pointed head and general look was all wolf. It rose out of his sheath, and Mike pulled it up, rubbing it with his entire torso, as it grew to just beneath his pecs.

“Tight tight tight!” Alex whimpered, his claws flying to his bloated overfilled sheath, physically pulling it open, and a few more inches spilled forward, bulged out as if two fists were in the base. His knot.

“Fuck, I think you’re bigger than you were last night,” Mike murmured, head swimming from the smell of a growing, hulking, hypermasculine werewolf. Mike leaned forward and rubbed his entire body against the pillar, covering himself in the stream of precum pouring from Alex’s slit. Alex stared at himself in astonishment.

“That’s me?”

Mike tried to say, “Every foot,” but he was distracted, licking the cockhead. Instead he just hummed against it.

“I… can’t… fit in anything,” Alex said, crestfallen. Mike shrugged and stood up.

“Let’s see,” he said, more confidently than he felt. He stood up, legs on either side of Alex, and tried to line up the head with his hole. He wasn’t exactly that experienced with anal play, aside from a human scale dildo on the rare occasion, but… he wasn’t going to let this pass him by.

Arms at his side, cock bobbing in time with his heartbeat, Mike breathed out and slowly lowered himself. The steel hard pointed cockhead easily spread Mike’s ass, and he stopped to take a few breaths.

“I think you’re a little tense,” Alex growled, staring in rapt fascination. “Come here.” Alex opened his arms, and Mike stepped forward, the cockhead popping out again. He crawled up Alex’s body, not sure what was going to happen.

Alex engulfed Mike with his arms, and kissed him. Okay, it was a little messier than that. Lots of slobber went everywhere, but the goal was the same. Mike kissed back, leaning into Alex, head swimming in his smell, trembling at the sudden assault. Mike stiffened as Alex’s hands grasped his ass, then relaxed again as he started massaging down there. Mike felt his ass open up, demanding something, anything. Two of Alex’s fingers, each as thick as Mike’s dildo back at home, pushed in, and started loosening him up. Mike’s eyes opened wide, mouth open in a silent O. He couldn’t believe how good that felt, not even playing with his prostate.

Mike shuttered as Alex easily spread his asshole, rapidly opening far past anything he would have considered even possible before last night. Mike’s cock started leaking cloudy fluid, and he wanted to grind against anything he could. Alex held him still, laughing at his response. Then he looked at Mike’s open hole and his eyes widened in wonder. He lifted Mike up, and inspected it. Gaping, completely clean, and glistening with… something. Experimentally, Alex tried moving his fingers, and they slid easily, coated by Mike’s apparently magical self-lubricating asshole.

Well, more lube is never a bad idea. Alex thought, and ran his tongue along the inside. Mike yelped at the sudden heat and sensation, his ass twitching, trying to grasp the invader. Alex ignored it, and kept licking, nose deluged in Mike’s scent, eyes unfocusing as his brain attempted to make sense of the intense smell. It called to him, more than just a fuck buddy or human. There was the promise of something better.

Alex’s tongue picked up speed, swirling and reaching even further inside, followed by Alex’s muzzle. Mike pressed back, overjoyed to have something stretching everywhere at once. After a few seconds, Alex started pulling back, overpowering Mike’s kegals, and removed himself with a wet slurp. Mike stood there, still being mostly supported by Alex’s fingers, and blinked slowly, trying to get his brain back in order.

Not much time for that, as Alex lined up Mike again. The cocktip slipped in easily, followed by the rest of the head, Mike’s asshole gripping the slight indent beneath and trying to pull more in. Mike started up a slow litany of curses, his brain fading under the sensations. Alex removed his fingers, hissing a bit as his fur rubbed the wrong way against his sensitive shaft, and Mike gradually lowered himself, his lubricated asshole easily sliding down the precum slick cock.

Six inches down, Mike paused. He could feel tightness, something in the way, and tried to slowly bring the cock around. Squirming, he carefully kept lowering himself, and relaxed as the sensation shifted back to the mind blowing pleasure. A few more inches, and Mike felt more tension against his stomach. He looked down and saw a clear bulge, in the shape of Alex’s pointed cockhead. He hesitantly reached up and touched it, the hardness easily felt through the layer of flab, pulsing in time with Alex’s slower heartbeat.

Alex chuckled, and Mike gasped as he slid down another few inches, tensing to try to stop himself. Alex’s eyes widened and he growled. Alex grabbed Mike again, and lifted him up, keeping him mostly in place as the werewolf stood up, and gently lowered Mike onto the bed. Mike looked behind himself and up at the towering werewolf, and at the feet of cock left for him to take, then braced against the wall.

“Please… fuck me,” Mike begged, and Alex thrust forward a few inches, easily sliding in. Mike gasped at the sudden sensation, and Alex growled as his cock was enveloped by a warm tight wet hole. Alex pulled back a few inches, slowly, then thrust again, Mike’s ass eagerly swallowing the invader. He picked up a steady rhythm, Mike pressing back, trying to take more.

Mike easily took the first foot and a half, the high thick shaft crushing his prostate and milking what seemed like cups of milky fluid from his half hard cock. He pushed back with his arms, moaning in time with Alex’s thrusts, sparks of pure bliss radiating from, well, at this point most of the way to his chest. Then it slowed down, as Mike felt his asshole spread again, getting ready to take Alex’s knot. For the first time, there was some pain mixed in with the sensation, but Mike welcomed it. He needed the entire thing.

Alex, on the other hand, was biting his forearm to keep from howling. His little bitch was taking his wolfhood like a fucking champ, moaning for his mate’s seed. Mike had taken nearly the entire thing, and he could feel his cock through Mike’s stomach, stretching him like a living condom. The sheer power Alex had, able to lift another person with just his dick, was intoxicating. Nearly as good as the sensation of fucking. Then he slid down a bit more and couldn’t keep going.

Alex blinked for a few moments and looked down at the bloated masses of his mostly soft knot. If he took his claws and wrapped them around his dick, it might be about the same size, but… that was pushing it. He wasn’t sure if he could actually knot his bitch without hurting him.

“Mike, I’m not sure…” Alex began, immediately hating the sound of his own unconfident voice, snapping him out of his fantasy entirely.

“Just fuck me!” Mike demanded, looking back.

“But my knot…” Alex protested, looking at his sweaty, flushed, and dazed partner in worry.

“I’ll tell you to stop,” Mike promised, then repositioned his arms and pushed back as hard as he could.

Alex nodded and, grabbing both of Mike’s hips, began firmly pressing forward.

Mike moaned as the invader suddenly ramped up, sparking then fanning an inferno, a need, to make Alex happy by taking everything he could. He slowly started spreading, bearing down to open himself up as much as he could, pressing with his arms, he made it a few inches, before stopping as it became too much.

“All right… give me a bit to get used to it,” Mike said, trying to keep the pain out of his voice. Alex nodded, and stopped pulling, biting his lip.

About a minute later, Mike breathed out, and started again. Alex noticed and helped, pulling him down, until he was nearly at the apex of the knot. “All right, it’s all downhill from here,” Alex said, gently patting Mike on the stomach, running his fingers over his own bulge.

Mike laughed at that, and kept pushing, as Alex helped. Suddenly, something changed, he was over the edge, his hole now pulling rather than trying to spread. Mike’s eyes bugged out, and he slid down, suddenly unable to move at the sudden intense sensation. It felt good, his entire body felt good, but the feeling was mind-shattering, intense, and he couldn’t process it.

Alex yelped as Mike suddenly took the rest of his knot, and his entire dick was suddenly engulfed in hot tightness. He pushed back, trying to lift Mike up and make sure he didn’t get hurt. The feeling, something pulling against his knot, his cock sheathed inside his bitch, sent shivers down his spine, hitting something primal. Alex felt his balls pull up, and a strange tightness in the base of his cock, sent sparks across his vision, he collapsed down, hugging his bitch, trying to get as close as he could. His mouth lay open as his mind blanked at the sensation.

Mike’s eyes widened further, and he looked down, and saw Alex’s massive balls pull up, felt the knot harden, and Alex collapse on top, halfway between crushing and touching. Mike wanted the same thing, to be as close as he could get to Alex, and tried to move. It wasn’t happening, he was stuck. The realization washed over him as he felt Alex’s cock suddenly begin to spurt. That’s what set him off. Mike groaned as he came, adding a few more spurts to the already soaked bed, then sagged there, feeling the blasts of wolf cum fill his body.

Alex shivered and yelped with each spurt of his powerful balls, pouring liter after liter of potent sperm into his partner, his mind blank with an orgasm that seemed to go on forever. Mike slowly recovered from the orgasm, and lay there, relaxing against Alex as a warm contentment spread through his body.

The two lay there, cuddling, for a long time.

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