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"The smoking rifle clattered to the ground.

There was a war, but in it, there were no strategies, no combatants, no battlefields. They told him to stop, but he couldn't. His life was defined by his success and to take that away was impossible. However, his life was also here, where it all happened.

No animal had bested his hunting prowess and he wanted to retain that title, despite the lashback. His fingers itched to pull that trigger, stalking deep in the woods, but during every calm, poised shot, it was as if the barrel was directed at him, rather than his target.

He was playing a dangerous game, one where he wasn't sure he could win. Did he dare press his luck? Mark's eyes returned to his discarded gun."

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Chilly morning air swept over Marco, spurring the muscular wolfman awake. The first thing he was aware of was the musky cum taste pervading his mouth. He licked his lips, mulling over the activities of the prior night as he looked around. It must have been really early since there was barely any light visible. Above the trees, the sky was a deep navy blue.

Getting up, he stretched, smiling as his muscles tensed attractively in the dim light, definitely bulkier than before. Dew clung to the ends of his fur, giving his toned form a sparkly appearance, but Marco shook his body about like a dog to rid himself of the droplets. The following shower of cool morning water stirred his female companion awake. As he shook, Marco noticed an odd flapping around his head and brushing at it with his paw hand, finding his ears to have lengthened and flopped down like a dog's or puppy's. This made him giggle a bit as he wobbled his head around, letting the soft ears flail around.

Star, after stretching, also quivered off all the moisture before joining up against Marco with a wag. Refreshed, the half wolf beckoned to his mate and started off through the trees in search of more adventure. There was a certain calling in the earthy winds and damp soil that appealed to him so much.

Midway through marking a particularly woody tree, a grumble of hunger announced itself, demanding food. With this new goal in mind, Marco set about finding another meal, barely noticing as the sections of his body sparse with hair warmed up as the dense coat of fur expanded, covering the bare regions.

There was no fighting it, as his mind drove his body into the hunt, no longer wanting, but needing, in order to survive. Slipping deeper in thrall to the bestial brain, Marco's movements seemed to glide along as his feet and hands lengthened fully, completing his quadruped stance as the callouses on his hands thickened into paw pads.

Stalking his prey was now infinitely easier, he found. No longer was the faulty human body holding him back. The rabbit didn't even notice before it was ensnared in Marco's jaw, held up triumphantly like a trophy. As the taste of fresh blood filled his senses, it was like tunnel vision in his head, honing in his focus on a singular thing. Right now, he needed food.

Marco touched his nose to the ground, sniffing out more prey. In the process, the end of his muzzle darkened, nostrils widening as the skin became leathery.

He was starting to make out something in the air.

His breathing no longer mingled with his attempts to draw in scents, which multiplied with intensity as he sniffed around the ground faster, muzzle protruding slightly more after his nose completely resembled a wolf's.

It was coming into focus, like a blurry image resolving in his mind, painted by the smells from his twitching nose.

Snout now closer to being fully canine, the hairs around that area stiffened, extending out as nerves bundled underneath them, forming sensitive whiskers that grabbed at the direction of the breeze and the humidity in the air.

Ashes. Wooden ashes, and nature tossed about. Humans. There was a camp up ahead, and the highly concentrated salt and sugary food lured his hungry mind toward it. He rode down the trail of scent like water down a river, while Star trailed along like a branch caught in the current.

Soon it was in sight. Red tents nestled amongst the trees with wooden logs surrounding a rusted fire pit that wafted the burning smell of smoldering coals. Marco perked his floppy ears and made out the sound of a deep breathing and snores. They hadn't awoken just yet. A wicked grin split Marco's blood stained face, blood red cock slipping out of his sheath. There was no logic behind his urges, just an irresistible voice that compelled his actions. More packmates to join him. Stealthily approaching the tent, Marco could sense their presence just beyond the fabric walls, but... Awkwardly, he sat on his haunches and fumbled around with the zipper to get inside, stretched hands and paw pads making it difficult for him to get it open. Star simply watched, curious at what her Alpha could be doing.

By the time he unzipped it, a female with a mess of blonde hair rose from her sleeping bag, before staring right at the menacing wolf creature blocking the front of their tent. Brandishing broad shoulders, neck a cord of thick muscle, biceps like melons, with thighs that could crush one alone, and a rigid eight pack visible where the still scant oak brown and grey fur led to a sagging scrotum underneath a large, fluffy sheath, Marco was a sight to behold. The woman barely let out a scream before fainting near right away, awakening her partner with a start. The man took one look at the wolfish beast and cried out in fear, which brought the woman back to consciousness. Star jumped at the sound of the scream and warily backed up slightly.

"Run!" he screamed as the two propelled themselves away, knocking the tent over. Marco stood back up onto his four legs, growling viciously at the noise. Visibly disturbed, Star drooped her ears and quietly walked away, anxiously concerned as to what distressed the humans. Finally making it out of the tent, the two sprinted away, but Marco decided not to bother with it and turned his attention to the hearty smells, digging about and rooting up all their discarded food, ravenously indulging himself.

As the two scrambled away, crashing through the dark thicket, Star sulked off, seeking the comfort of home. If people were frightened, so was she.

Never before had food had such powerful taste and Marco was delighted in consuming it all. He left some for Star, despite there not being very much besides some granola and prepackaged meals. However, upon sniffing around, he was surprised to find that Star had vanished.

That didn't make sense to him. An alpha shouldn't be deserted by his pack, let alone his mate. He was alone again. Marco started to fret, doubt filtering back through his mind. In agitation, he scarfed down the rest of the food, before marking away the pesky human scents, but Star still didn't come back.

Worried, Marco ran around the woods, black nose trying to track his mate, but for some reason he couldn't focus and the problem compounded as he got frustrated. Suddenly, he no longer felt so safe or secure. Foreign thoughts mingled back in his mind, scaring the canine within. In spite of his intimidating size, Marco felt vulnerable as his sense of control flitted away.

Around he ran, no longer seeking but mindlessly searching, human doubts and canine instincts clashing chaotically. Home. He wanted to go back to the familiarity of his house. Without a pack, the wolf inside him cowered in the expansive forest. Marco dashed toward the exit, picking his way by memory rather than scent.

As the trees grew sparse and the smell of civilization overtook that of the earth's, Marco hesitated. There existed nothing for him back here. He was compelled to stay in the woods, where he belonged. But if Star left him, he couldn't see how he expected to accomplish anything.

Marco flipped back and forth, heading to the edge of the park and then retreating back inside. He barred his teeth, growling in incrementing rage at himself. Why was he so weak? It made no sense that he could get this far and still be pathetic. He was at a loss, lacking any sense of direction.

A definitive answer was out of his reach, sending Marco's mind down a pit of turmoil. It seemed like there were voices, screaming at him, but he didn't know what they were saying or what they wanted. However, he knew what he wanted.

He wanted the voices to be silent. He wanted to surround himself with a pack of his own making. He wanted to be sitting down, having lunch with Lucas. He wanted to claim and mark his own territory. He wanted to hide himself in his house, knowing he was safe, watching TV. He wanted to discard his physical weaknesses, to become stronger.

He wanted to know what was happening to him.

By the time Lucas arrived, Marco was thrashing about, slamming into trees and gnashing his teeth at random in between pitiful canine whines.

"M-Marco?" Lucas cried, alarmed at the sight of his best friend. The panicking beast snapped toward the sound, and snarled, fangs barred. "Marco, I know it's you. Come on man, it's Lucas."

The snarls cut short and the menacing face faltered.

"Marco. I'm Lucas. Calm down." Gathering his courage, Lucas approached the hulking mass of fur and muscle and grabbed his friend in the head. "We need to get you home. Or at least out of here."

A moment of processing passed before Marco heaved a sigh of relief. Willing his throat to speak, he discovered that he couldn't quite manage anything beyond grumbling gibberish after having no need for human words. Instead, he let his high strung emotions lead him in dipping his muzzle onto Lucas' broad shoulder and giving his neck a lick of appreciation.

"Come on," Lucas said softly, in a much quieter voice.

Discretely, Lucas brought Marco back to his family's SUV, letting him lay down, taking up the rear. As he calmed down, Marco's sense of smell refocused and immediately honed in on Lucas. He evidently had just been in bed from the slight sweat that wafted from him. As Lucas closed his door and started up the car, Marco could only smell him, every scent from the athlete that was always working out and had that wonderful body. A familiar sensation sneaked into Marco's thoughts, and it was only then a spike of sensitivity down in his nethers made itself known. Shocked, he glanced down, abashed to find his penis poking into the seat below him, a little glistening appearing on the tip. Still stunned by the alien feeling towards his best friend, Marco tried not to focus on the smell anymore, but Lucas had apparently decided not to shower and in the confined space, it was becoming arousingly obvious. A dark spot formed underneath Marco on the car seat.

Lucas looked into the mirror, catching Marco's alarmed gaze. Slightly perturbed, he focused back onto the road, just as an alluring odor flowed up to him. It didn't take him long to recognize its source and before anything got out of hand, he rolled down the window, flushing the car with the cool morning air.

With the air blowing about, Marco lost hold of his thoughts. Now that a cool breeze was washing over him, the rocking of the car began to lull him. His arousal reluctantly dissipated as he drifted unconscious.

Once the two returned to Marco's house, Lucas shook his friend awake and took him inside, giving him the breakfast he had prepared himself that day. Marco gladly accepted his friend's handiwork, consuming it all nearly instantly, without giving much thought to what it even was. He knew Lucas would probably feel disappointed over that, so not bothering to try speaking again, Marco gave Lucas a lick to the face in return, only realizing after the fact how strange that was. Lucas didn't mention it.

At last the moment came when the two were seated awkwardly on Marco's couch, still covered in scent markings, which Lucas didn't seem to notice.

"Would you like to talk? I was out looking for Star when I heard screams, but she found her own way back. I looked around and that's when I found you" Lucas explained quietly. Marco nodded and took a deep breath, fidgeting with some fur on his chest.

"Mreees. Myess. Yes," he finally said. Focusing on forming words, Marco let his story spill out, from the changes to the embarrassing thoughts and actions he had done. It didn't seem possible to completely explain everything that had happened to him, but he tried.

When he had finished, Lucas nodded slowly. With a look of intense worry, he stared deep into his friend's eyes.

"I'll stay with you and help you through whatever happens. I promise. There's nothing we can do about it, so don't worry and take it one step at a time. I'll be here with you the entire time."

Marco smiled slightly and nodded in return.

"How about we play some games, get your mind back in the, well, game."

"Surrre," Marco replied. Lucas quickly set up the console and handed a controller to Marco, who held it in his hands as best as he could.

Barely ten minutes passed before Marco thrust the controller onto the ground. The plastic rattled as it hit the floor. Lucas paused the game and looked over, already anticipating what was coming.

"Nrroo. Can't. I cann't play," Marco grumbled in frustration. His misshapen hands and paw pads made it uncomfortable and unwieldy holding the controller.

"Alright man, how about we do something outside?" Lucas suggested. Marco sniffed at the air, noticing the progressively stronger odor and gladly chose to leave.

"Yeah, it's gettinng struffy in herrre anyway."

"Well I think I got a spare baseball in my car that we can use," Lucas offered as he went to retrieve it.

In the backyard, Lucas found Marco standing on his hind legs stiffly, still not wearing anything. Studiously holding eye contact, Lucas tossed Marco the ball, which he missed, trying to hold his upright position.

"How about we play this, it's been a while," Lucas said as Marco picked the ball back up. "I'll catch it."

It was an odd choice but Marco went ahead and tossed the ball back. Lucas caught it with ease and threw it in a high arc to give Marco time to catch it, which he barely managed without falling over. Each time, Lucas tossed it back in a high arc, giving Marco time to catch it, but as Marco stared at the oncoming ball, his muzzle extended farther out, seemingly in an effort to reach the object as it approached him. So focused on it, Marco missed and toppled back onto all fours. Retrieving the ball and standing back up, he threw the ball back to Lucas.

Again and again the process repeated, with Marco falling over each time. Eventually, on one of the throws, he couldn't resist snapping at the ball, and caught it perfectly in his mouth as he landed on all fours. Without either of them saying a word, Marco stood back up, spat out the ball, and tossed it back to Lucas. Although he tried to use his hands, Marco found it easier and more fun to just catch it in his mouth, slowly enjoying the game more. In time, he didn't even throw it back, instead dropping it at Lucas' feet, seeing as how useless his hands were. There was something thrilling about snatching it out of the air mid flight that was so entertaining to Marco, so much that his tail began to beat with excitement. Jump and grab, like catching a baseball but harder and more fun.

On a particular snap of his jaw, Marco felt something come apart and he spat out the ball, coated in slobber and torn at the stitches. For a second, he opened and closed his muzzle, before his tail fell. He had done this. Just like a dog. Almost humiliated, Marco sulked, head low. In an instant, Lucas kneeled by his side.

"It's alright Marco, I don't mind about the ball. Or how you were playing, honest." Lucas brought his hand up to the top of Marco's muzzle who flinched away, turning his head to the left.

"Let's plray a diffrrent game," Marco said, irritation in his voice.

Lucas agreed and after a moment of thought, ran off, coming back with a soccer ball.

"This should be a bit sturdier," Lucas said as he placed it on the ground. "I'll try to get it past you and you stop me, got it?"

Marco adjusted his stance and nodded.

Abyssal blue lightened to sapphire and then to baby blue as the sun broached the horizon, casting brilliant yellowed rays into their game, illuminating Lucas's head as he dashed forward, dribbling the ball toward Marco's side. Not entirely certain how to respond, Marco blockaded with his large mass, forcing Lucas to pivot around. Swiftly, Marco pounced forward, attempting to knock the ball away from Lucas. However, as the muscled wolf threw its bulk at him, Lucas stumbled back completely.

For a moment they stared at each other, glowing in the radiant sunlight which had already evaporated the morning chill. Then a cocky grin spread on Lucas' face and Marco smiled, equally confident in return, tail wagging gently. No words were spoken but the message between the two friends was crystal clear, 'You're on.'

Marco made a lunge at the ball, but Lucas was still close enough to bat it away. Handling the ball with practised ease, Lucas regained his distance before speeding ahead, trying to overtake Marco. Of course, that was unlikely of succeeding at all, which became blatantly obvious when Marco leapt at Lucas, who didn't dodge this time. The body check sent the two crashing into the ground. As Marco lay atop Lucas, he could see his friend's face turn red.

"Too much?" he asked. Lucas nodded meekly. Marco quickly got off. "Throught you would moove out of thre way."

Lucas got back up, shook himself and took control of the ball.

"Eh, oh well," Lucas shrugged. "Let's get back into it."

Before they knew it, morning had fully taken hold, hot sun blazing down on Lucas as he successfully weaved around Marco for the second time after many tries. Triumphantly, Lucas raised his hands above his head, leaving the ball. Marco was panting slightly as he hit the ball back to the middle with his muzzle while Lucas stepped back to his end after wiping some sweat off his forehead.

"Two points for me now!" Lucas laughed, hands on his knees.

"I don't evvven havve points!" Marco complained jokingly.

"Come and get some!" Lucas taunted as he swept the ball forward. Marco advanced in response, preparing to feint to the left in order to get Lucas to shift the ball to the right.

"Yoou knowwr what I meann!" Marco said as he shifted his weight to Lucas' right. As predicted, the athlete repositioned the ball, right into Marco's back paw as he slid onto the ground, knocking the ball from underneath Lucas, who had to jump over the wolf.

"Hey!" Lucas spun around, amused, as Marco got back up and clamped his mouth over the ball. His tail wagged victoriously as he paraded the ball around Lucas' end of the yard. "Alright, you can get points too; you don't have to just guard. But good luck doing that again."

Marco dropped the ball and puffed out his chest, muscles flexing unintentionally.

"Is thrat a challrenge?"

"If it isn't, I don't know what is."

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Any negative feelings still lingering were long gone by the time the two sprawled down onto the grass, happily exhausted, uncomfortably hot and as Marco's enhanced smell noticed, excessively sweaty.

"Too hot man. I can't even remember what the score was," Lucas sighed, eyes closed against the sun that was nearly at its peak.

"Mrmm, I totallry beat yrouu," Marco replied between pants, tongue dangling onto the grass below..

He had been moving so much that it was only now that he lay there still did the odor reeking from beneath his fur really become evident. It made him feel so satisfied and strong, such a deliciously powerful smell. The thoughts went straight toward his groin, sending the red tip poking out into the sun's blinding rays.

Barely catching himself in time, Marco flipped back over, hoping to hide his arousal.

"Hmm?" Lucas looked up at Marco. "Oh I have an idea!" he said, sitting up. "Let's get those sprinklers going."

Lucas walked over to turn the sprinklers on, adding, "I'm glad your folks installed these in your backyard."

With a high pitched rush of water, the searing summer heat was quickly warded off by the refreshingly cold streams that twirled around the yard, showering the hot boys with hydropneumatic relief.

"This is so much better," Lucas said, letting himself get watered by the sprinklers.

Marco rolled around on the chilled water that collected on the grass below and out of sheer curiosity bit the stream of water, which caused Lucas to stifle a giggle. With a huff, Marco playfully chased after Lucas, who ran away laughing.

"Yrouu saw nothingrr!" Marco yelped, running through the cool misty spray.

"Yeah, do that again and my phone'll tell a different story!" Lucas barely finished his sentence before Marco knocked him over, onto the ground again. "Oh man, you're so much heavier."

Enjoying himself too much, Marco licked at the cold water on Lucas' face, tail emulating another sprinkler as it flung droplets of water everywhere. Realizing what he was doing, Marco swiftly got off Lucas, who chuckled.

"I think I'm ready to head inside now, you good?" Lucas inquired. Marco nodded affirmatively.

As soon as the water was shut off, Marco rigorously shook his body, throwing a drizzle onto Lucas, who had removed his shirt.

"Well, at least I haven't dried off yet," Lucas snorted. Marco just rolled his eyes with a smile.

In the blazing heat, a light steam rose up from the grass as the water evaporated, proving how high the temperature was going to be that day. Lucas wrung out his soaked shirt before holding it up to dry. Under the solar furnace, barely a minute had passed before Lucas and his clothing had completely dried off. Together, the two headed back inside, although, they were met with a smothering heat inside.

First thing he did, Marco jumped up onto the couch, laying down on the soft cushions.

"Oh, hold up Marco, I think your - ah - fur is still a bit wet."

Marco stepped back down and glanced guiltily at the slightly dampened couch, which confirmed Lucas' thoughts.

"Sometimes when Star gets wet, the water gets in deeper than you'd expect. I'll go grab some towels," Lucas offered.

"Therrre's sparre ones next to thre hamperr."

As Lucas went up, Marco realized that the house was still redolent with his animal scent, and he blushed sheepishly. In the stale, heated air, it was so strong that he doubted Lucas wouldn't notice it, but oddly, the idea didn't bother him as much as it was supposed to.

When Lucas came back down, his face was slightly red, and he was wafting off Marco's own scent.

"Lucass, arre you okay?" Marco asked cautiously. Lucas bit his lip before quickly shaking his head.

"Why? Do I look a bit off? Must be from the heat," he said as he laid out the towels onto the floor. Marco tried not to eye him too suspiciously and instead dropped down onto the blankets, rolling around to dry off his fur.

All at once, it hit him just how thoroughly canine he had become. Everything he had done up to this point and what he was doing now. But there didn't seem to be a point to stress over anymore. At this stage, it was clear that he could do absolutely nothing about it, and resigning to this fact, gave up on worrying. Yes he was bothered, but it just couldn't helped.

Once settled, Marco rested his large head onto his paws, breathing in and out slowly, trying to relax. Lucas ignored the couch and plopped down to his right, allowing Marco to catch another familiar scent leaking off his friend. A special one. Nervous, Marco was unsure how to proceed, even as he himself began to fall subject to the affliction he knew he had undoubtedly caused his friend.

"You're quiet all of a sudden. Something on your mind?" Lucas asked softly. His hand rested between Marco's partially perked ears. Attempting to discourage contact, Marco pulled away, but he just didn't have it in him to truly fight it. Eventually, Marco shifted back, letting Lucas scratch his head, then behind the ears, digging into the fluff around his neck, which was still somewhat wet.

Pressed up against each other, Marco couldn't help but huff in Lucas' athletic musk and his own stench he had worked up all morning that the sprinklers did little about. Subconsciously, his mouth parted, drool collecting at the corners of his mouth as a pressure pushed up against the towels on the floor below him. As Lucas's petting moved down to brush the fur on Marco's back, Marco's head drifted closer to him, nose discretely sniffing eagerly. The whole action was crying out forbidden, but Marco couldn't help but dig into that sweaty and pent up odor, amplified by the hand that caressed his fluffy coat.

A demanding growl rumbled from Marco's belly, startling both of them abruptly.

"Sounds like someone's hungry!" Lucas said. Now that his stomach had spoken, Marco realized that he was indeed quite hungry, as usual. Using the opportunity, he got up, quickly turning away from Lucas and towards the kitchen. Approaching the fridge, he stood up onto two legs to pull open the freezer door. It was only then that Marco also came to see how tall he had grown as well, head nearly above the top of the appliance. After opening the freezer, he looked around since he couldn't smell through the frost, before locating and retrieving a frozen steak.

As Lucas came up from behind, Marco slapped the steak onto the counter.

"Hreat up," Marco demanded as hunger pinged from his empty stomach. "Pleasse," he hastily added.

Lucas looked at it for a moment before adjusting his pants.

"Alright, I think I can do that for you, but um, I should probably wash up a bit before preparing food. Wouldn't want you getting sick right?" Lucas said with an oddly forced chuckle. Marco gave the canine semblance of a shrug and Lucas jogged off up the stairs, instead of to the guest washroom downstairs, but Marco didn't bother to correct him. He had an issue to resolve, himself.

The second Lucas was gone, Marco ran back to the carpets, out of sight of the kitchen and laid down on his side, gasping as he bent down to lick at his sore erection, burying his cool, damp nose into his bundled sheath and inhaling its pheromone laden musk. Being around Lucas was driving him crazy with lust. It made him feel incredibly guilty but for the moment that was completely overshadowed by the strain in his weighty balls. He was certain they would pop if he didn't release some of it. He flopped over onto his back, the salty tang of pre on his tongue which dangled out the side of his muzzle with each labored pant, Marco switched to his paws, rubbing at the firm cock flesh with his rough but pliable front paw pads. At any moment, Lucas could come back and see him like this, sprawled out, cherry dick exposed, but the thought only turned him on more, sending a squirt of precum onto his nose, which he licked off.

Long drawn out strokes followed as his paw pads smeared pre all around the flesh from tip to knot. He was tense with restraint, attempting to maximize the time spent savouring the firework of sensory input as his pads glided across each vein on the turgid erection, the tufts of fur poking through his paws tickling his overly sensitive cock.

Against his will, his thoughts drifted back to his companion, imagining Lucas was right here next to him and the things that he could no doubt entice him into doing. Like forbidden fruit, Marco knew he could never let it happen for fear of the consequences, but he couldn't help it, blushing at the thoughts that hastened his masturbation. In his mind, Lucas somehow came to embody the escapades of the past few days. Maybe it was just because of his connection with him, or maybe because he had stuck so close to him recently. He could see Lucas in place of the stupefied jogger. He felt the same fire burning through him as when he caught the scent of Star in heat. More than anything, though, was to have Lucas as a packmate.

So caught up in his lust and thoughts, he almost failed to catch the thumping of Lucas' approach down the stairs. However, imagining being caught by Lucas like this only sent him over the edge.

An intense buzz consumed his mind as nerves fired, intense pressure collecting in his bouncing balls before exploding up through his twitching shaft.

Killing two birds with one stone, Marco jammed his snout over his cock just as wolf cum jetted from the end, muffling his moans. He could hear Lucas enter the kitchen as he gulped down the bountiful load that kept shooting into his throat.

"Marco?" Lucas called, not finding him in the kitchen.

Marco shuddered with pleasure. It was coming on so hard and fast that he had to release to get in a gasp of air, resulting in a splash or two of his seed rocketing between his pectorals, while a glob of cum drooled out of his overfilled maw.

As Marco came off his high, the lust over Lucas ebbed slightly, replaced with fear. Lucas was heading over to the living room. What would he think if he caught his best friend like this? What if Lucas could have heard the thoughts that had driven his arousal?

With his incriminating semen still splattered around himself, Marco frantically began licking at his fur, gathering up that musky liquid as fast as he could.