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Julien sat curled in the driver's seat of his car. One foot hung out the open window and the other stretched over the steering wheel onto the dashboard. Julien was checking snapchat stories on his phone while an actual-play podcast poured from its speakers. The sixteen-year-old teenager only half-listened to the Dungeons and Dragons adventure playing out in some dusty mining town. Really he was killing time and basking in the late September heat. Even today's humidity felt welcome. Julien enjoyed the heat, and the boy did nothing to but let in a breeze to alleviate the sweat on his throat and brow.

Whunk!

Julien yelped, dropping and his phone and struggling to push himself upright into the seat, while he figured out what had smacked the roof of his car.

It was another teenager, one taller and obviously more fit than Julien's gaunt build. His laughter made Julien fumble for words. "Zayne--what the hell, dude?"

Zayne was Julien's opposite in many ways. He was cocky, athletic, well-muscled and tall with a messy mop of brown hair. He was no high school quarterback hero--he wasn't even the best person on his wrestling team--but everyone knew Zayne. Julien was the wallflower that people forgot about soon as he stopped being their lab partner. The short Chicano boy didn't mind it. His unkempt shoulder length hair and baggy clothing told the story of a boy who lacked the confidence to even want attention.

"What nerd? You ain't happy to see me?"

Julien rolled his eyes and paused the podcast on his phone. "Whatever, dude, just get in so we can go home."

Zayne got in the passenger side and threw his bag in the back while Julien started the car. "You gotta stop scowling so much, dude. You're never going to get a girl if you don't show off that smile of yours."

Julien scoffed. "Whatever. Why'd they let you go early?" Julien had been waiting for Zayne's wrestling practice to end to give his friend a ride.

Zayne shrugged. "They said the folks who made their weigh in wouldn't need to stay the whole practice. I made mine."

Julien looked over his shoulder as he backed out his parking spot. "I'm not gonna complain about getting home early, I guess," he said before making his way out the near-empty school parking lot. Julien flicked on the A/C and started to roll up the windows.

"Come on dude, leave them down."

"A/C's better," Julien said.

"You're A/C is not better," Zayne said. He was right. When you turned the knob far enough the old car's air just shut down entirely. Julien's reason for wanting the windows rolled up had nothing to do with temperature, either. Zayne added, "Look, I've been working up a sweat for the last fucking hour and I'm dying. Just leave the windows down? It'll keep my stink out of your car, too." But that was the whole reason Julien wanted the windows up. It was a quiet pleasure he savored on these car rides: the smell of his childhood friend and crush permeating the car. Julien thought even Zayne's sweatiest musk was a delight to dwell in.

Julien played it cool and said, "You're right, you do smell terrible."

"Exactly. It alright if I take a shower when we get to your place by the way?

"You'd just do it anyways."

"Yeah but your parents aren't home, so you're the man of the house this weekend. Gotta respect your rules."

"Psh, like you'd ever listen to me."

Zayne slapped his back, and the sting of pain excited Julien enough he had to fight down a blush as his friend rubbed the spot he hit. "Maybe someday. You never know, you might just hit a growth spurt soon and be bigger than me."

Julien kept his eyes on the road as he waited for a light to change. "You still wouldn't listen to me."

"That's because confidence makes the man, my dude. I got ladies falling over me, and my face isn't even half as cute as yours."

This time Julien did blush. Zayne flirted with him in such a frustrating way--he could never tell if he was being teased or not, if Zayne knew about his crush and was tormenting him, if Zayne was baiting him with a game of gay chicken, etc. Julien was thankful when the light changed and the car started moving again. He mumbled, "Whatever dude."

Zayne didn't respond, instead checking a message on his phone. He slid it in his pocket and said over the rushing wind. "Dad says it was okay if I stay the weekend."

"He not going to get on your case about finding a job?"

"It's not his food or water I'll be using up, I guess." Zayne glowered out the window. His father was an asshole, which was all Zayne said about his dad. The boys grew up as neighbors, and Julien more than once heard yelling from his friend's house. Zayne's mom had left when both boys were ten, and things for Zayne had gotten even worse since. He spent most weekends over at Julien's, his parents and step-sister more than welcoming to the boy. Julien really hated Zayne's dad, but, in a selfish way, Julien was thankful that every minute Zayne spent avoiding his father usually meant time hanging out with Julien. It was a tenuous balance, though: Julien got to be around his friend and crush constantly, but a big reason why he was afraid to confess to his friend his feelings was that Julien was afraid Zayne would pull away as a gut reaction. Never mind if Zayne's asshole father somehow found out. He'd probably finally move out of the neighborhood if he found out that not only did his son hang around a brown kid, but a gay one at that.

They drove in silence for a long time, Zayne just staring out the window and letting wind wick sweat from him. Julien knew he was brooding and wanted to break the silence. "Hey, I need to ask you something--it's real important."

"Yeah, Jules?"

"If I was a professional wrestler, what kind would I be?" Wrestling was something the boys could actually talk about, at least the staged stuff that happened on TV. Julien had no interest in real wrestling, especially when every offer to be taught moves by Zayne just meant getting incredibly flustered when his friend pinned him on the ground again and again.

"You mean like if you'd be a heel or a face?"

"Yeah, and what would my signature be--oh, and my name too."

Zayne thought for a moment and laughed. "Of course, it's right there: Jules, you'll be the Juuler! And whenever you delivered a monologue in the ring you'd take dramatic pauses to take a hit then blow smoke in people's faces."

Julien laughed a little, it was so stupid. "So I'm definitely a heel, then."

"Yeah man, the crowd would fucking hate your guts."

"What would my signature move be?"

"Well it'd obviously be called the vape trick, and it'd probably just be a reverse ddt."

Julien shook his head, beaming. "Damn, I fucking hate my guts already."

"It's great--shit. I need to write someone a letter, this guy needs to happen."

The rest of the drive home, the two boys planned out the Juuler. By the time Julien pulled into their neighborhood, they had everything from his looks to his ring entrance to who he'd rival. Their neighborhood was an old subdivision that had looked nice in the eighties, but decades of wear and tear left its fences sagging, its roads and sidewalks folded and cracked, and its houses in conditions ranging from condemned, to the old retired couple that kept a polished lawn surrounded by chaos.

Julien's home was a modest bungalow with two bedrooms and one bathroom. There were no cars in the driveway, his family having left in the morning for a twelve hour drive to his step-mom's aunt's funeral. Julien had the option not to come, and jumped at the chance to have the house to himself and Zayne. When they got inside, Zayne slung his bag into Julien's room before going to the bathroom with practiced familiarity. He grabbed a towel from a closet in the hall and said, "So what are we doing tonight?"

"I don't know."

"Lame--we'll figure out something when I get out of the shower." Zayne closed the bathroom door and Julien went to his bedroom. He shared the room with his step-sister, who was fourteen and had made the room more to her tastes. There was a poster of a Korean boyband, as well as makeup and a mirror crowding most of the computer desk they shared. A bunk bed in the corner usually kept his step-sister on top while he slept on the bottom bunk. When Zayne slept over, the XL twin was just large enough for both boys to sleep in it with a pillow between them.

Julien fell into the bed and rolled on his back. He could hear the shower running through the adjacent wall and thought of Zayne--his smooth muscles and wet hair... He imagined stepping in with him and wrapping his arms around Zayne's waist. He sighed. A familiar ache weighed in his chest and he slid a hand under his pillow and retrieved his 3DS. One thing he would miss is Zayne had no reason to sleep in Julien's bunk this weekend. Julien loved waking in the morning to the smell of his best friend.

Julien flipped open his 3DS and started playing it to distract himself. Eventually his longing died down some as the boy simply played pokemon. The game remained muted and he listened to the quiet sound of the shower running. Zayne took long showers at Julien's house, so much so his parents had privately complained to Julien a few times about all the hot water getting used up. But Julien knew why Zayne did it: at his house his dad would time his water usage. Anything longer than five minutes and the man would bang on the door and yell or just turn the water heater off if he was feeling especially cruel.

When Zayne finished, he walked into the room with a towel wrapped around his waist. He went to the closet and slid it open before asking, "You still got a pair of my PJs here?"

Julien admired Zayne's back dimples and the width of his shoulders. He said, "Yeah, I washed them for you."

"Thanks dude, although, where are they?"

Julien said, "Back left. My sister reorganized our closet recently. She's been watching this show abut decluttering, I guess."

"Sounds like her," Zayne said as he searched inside. "She still into me?"

"Why would I know?"

"Uh, you share a bedroom?"

"I try not to keep track of the boys my sister is ogling."

"There they are," Zayne pulled a pair of sweat pants from the closet. With his back still turned, he dropped the towel. Julien felt his crotch stir as he took in the site of his friend's firm, round butt and, dangling between his legs, his balls. Zayne put the PJs on, and, knowing he was about to be caught flushed and staring, Julien rolled to face the wall and focused on his DS.

"I'm just saying, maybe when she gets to high school and if she's finally cute..."

"Ugh, shut up dude, she's my sister."

"Step-sister, and why should you care?" With a sudden sense of alarm, Julien felt a weight in the bed. Zayne's warm body pressed against his and Julien nearly gasped. Zayne whispered in his ear, "You jealous or something?"

"What? I--ugh... you wish," Julien said, scooting away from his friend with a very real sense of fear. He wanted so badly for Zayne to pull Julien back against him, but Zayne didn't do anything but chuckle.

"Chill out dude. What are you playing?"

"Pokemon Sun," Julien answered, voice and body tense.

He felt his friend roll on his back and say, "Man you love that game. I've watched you put hours into it."

"It's got a really good starter, okay?" It was a limp excuse. Julien wasn't even playing, he was just mindlessly running through wonder trades so he didn't need to face his friend. It helped hide the very embarrassing tent in his pants.

"The wrestler cat, right? Man I love that dude."

"Incineroar?"

"Yeah, that's the one. It's like, what was Nintendo thinking? They were like, what if we made a big buff cat man for furries to drool over. It's just really funny."

Julien nearly gave himself away with a wince. Like his wrestler friend, Julien couldn't help but see that cat as hot, too.

"Well, he's got the best stats of the starters so--"

"It's cool, man, you don't need to justify why you picked him. You've always gone fire types."

"You noticed that?"

"Yeah, even though I've not played a pokemon game with you since... Pokemon White? I still watch you play from time to time."

Julien shrugged his shoulders, "I like things that are hot."

"Most people do. Hot food, hot showers, hot coffee, hot girls and guys--"

Julien flinched. "Guys?"

Zayne sat up and said, "Yeah dude. I don't think it's even gay to say something like Jason Momoa is hot. That's just, like, a fact right? Like you see that dude in Aquaman? I wish I had a bod like that."

I would die if you did, Julien thought. His heart rate had calmed a bit. He really needed Zayne to leave his bed, though. Julien suggested, "You wanna just get our homework out of the way tonight so we have the rest of the weekend to do whatever?"

"I guess, nerd, I don't--oh shit."

"Huh?"

"I left my French homework in my locker. Ugh, why the fuck did I take that class? We live in southern California for god sakes."

Zayne jumped out of the bed and Julien felt safe enough to face his friend now, saying as he did, "Cause you said there were too many kids in Spanish class?"

Zayne shook his head. "I'm barely hanging on in there. I actually need to do the homework. My dad'll kill me if I fail a class again."

"Did you even check your bag?"

Zayne took his backpack and dumped the contents on the floor. His dirty wrestling singlet, a jumble of pencils and paper, and worn notebooks spilled onto the carpet. Zayne said, "You see a French textbook?"

"Okay, okay, asshole. You're cleaning this up by the way."

"Whatever, is it okay if I take your car?"

"My car?"

"Yeah, I'm not asking my fucking dad."

Julien eyed the wrestling singlet on the floor. Zayne, technically, legally, couldn't drive, but there was a temptation rising in Julien that made him look the other way. "Okay, okay." He went to his desk, plugged his 3DS in its charger, and tossed the keys from his pocket to Zayne.

"Try not to crash it?"

Zayne said, "Sure, mom." Zayne rushed to the bathroom and threw on the clothes he discarded there before he went to the front door. Julien opened it for him and they both saw that it was raining. Julien grabbed Zayne's arm and said, "You sure you don't want me to drive? Have you ever driven in the rain?"

"It'll be fine, dude. This is my fuck up, I'll deal with it, okay?"

Zayne didn't let him answer, but shut the door behind him. Julien locked it and went to the window to watch his friend pull out of the driveway and speed off. Julien mumbled, "Go slower, idiot." He checked the weather on his phone, worried for his friend, but his phone told him it was just a light shower, nothing more. Julien tossed his phone on the living room couch and returned to his room.

He hesitated in the doorway. Was he really abut to do this? It would take Zayne maybe fifteen minutes just to get to school, another fifteen to get back. Julien told himself it was plenty of time, and if it wasn't and he got caught--well, maybe a part of Julien wanted to be caught.

Julien's clothes slipped to the floor and he shut his bedroom door, flipping the lock on it. Julien grabbed his friend's wrestling singlet and fell into bed, pushing the lycra to his face and taking a deep breath. Julien moaned and his cock started coming to life. Zayne only washed his wrestling uniform on the weekends, so at the end of the week it was soaked in sweat. His friend's sweaty, teenage musk made Julien whimper. God he wanted Zayne to shove Julien into his arm pits or sit his tantalizing balls on Julien's face. The rank musk of his friend, that virile teenage boy smell was so irresistible...

This was not the first time Julien had done something like this.

Another small blessing was the singlet was grey, which meant if Julien came in the fabric it was unlikely Zayne would notice. That got him hot, too, the thought of Zayne wearing something that smelled like Julien's cum. Julien squeezed his modest dick and gave it a few pumps, thinking what his friend's back dimples would look like with cum spilled across them. He took more sniffs and savored his friend's smell, so absorbed in it he didn't notice the rain picking up.

Julien slipped on his friend's singlet, finding the spandex still a little loose on his body. Julien started stroking his cock through the spandex. Getting off to wearing his friend's sweaty clothes made him feel so slutty. Like, of course Zayne should find him squirming and whimpering from his scent, and just spread Julien's legs and fuck him. His friend whispering to him about how he was going to make Julien his musky little slut. Zayne would just have total control of Julien through his musk--like his balls produced a pheromone that left Julien's mind cloudy and his dick needy.

Pre leaked onto Zayne's wrestling singlet while Julien moaned and shuddered. He was so close to cumming and he needed it bad. Who knew when he'd get the next chance--

The bedroom lights cut out. A crack of thunder--sounding like it came right outside Julien's window broke the boy from focusing on Zayne. Julien sat up, cock still throbbing as he took in the sound of hard rain on the roof. He suddenly worried about Zayne--it sounded really bad out there. He groped around the bed and mumbled, "Where the fuck is it?"

Julien forgot what he did with his phone. The only light in his room came from his 3DS backlight. Julien got up and headed to his desk. He could use it as a makeshift flashlight while he found his phone. On the screen he saw that a trade was in progress--but with power out the wi-fi must've been out as well, right?

It didn't matter, Julien grabbed the 3DS.

And an electric shock went up his arm. The boy yelled and fell backward. His head cracked into the wooden frame of the bed.

Julien woke a few seconds later to find the power on. He groaned, still in his friend's singlet as he struggled to sit up. His head was pounding. He rubbed his temple, and when he pulled his hand away it was covered in sweat. He was really hot--like soaking in a sauna hot. And his hand... fuck it looked bad. His entire palm had an ugly red bloom as if he pressed it to hot cast iron. It didn't hurt like it should, though.

Outside thunder still rumbled.

Julien's 3DS had fallen onto the carpet. He crawled to it and looked at the screen. The screen reported the wonder trade as complete, but there was no pokemon that came with it. "What the hell?" With a single, outstretched finger, he quickly poked the traitorous device. It did not lash out at him again. He flipped it shut and sighed. He placed it back on his desk, and glanced at the mirror on the desk. His face was very red. Like it was sunburnt bad and--facial hair? It was red--and not like red like a ginger's hair but darker. It came in scraggly looking like any teenager's first facial hair, and it was still too short to be anything but embarrassing. But when Julien touched it, it was... really soft?

A jolt of pain from his tailbone down to his legs made Julien's knees buckle and he was on the carpet again. He groaned as aches like growing pains pushed through his whole body. He cursed and curled in a ball, which is when he finally remembered he wore the wrestling singlet. It was now soaked in his sweat. Was Julien running a fever? He stripped off the wrestling singlet and as he did noticed his dick was still hard and his pubes were the same red color as his facial hair. They weren't quite as wiry, still rough, but now the patch was thicker and when he reached down to touch it he noticed the back of his hand was growing that hair too.

And on a strange, sudden impulse, he reached down and squeezed his cock. Pre shot across the carpet and he moaned. It never felt this sensitive. He felt like it would only take a few strokes to get him off, but even as the thought occurred more pain raced down his back.

Whatever was going on, cumming should have been the least of his worries. He struggled to get his feet under him. He needed to call 911, needed a doctor or someone to help him. He was on one knee when he noticed his hand swelling. Not like a bee, but growing as fur raced across the digits of his fingers and his nails started to grow longer, becoming clawlike. It felt, strangely good to watch. For a moment he just stared, not even noticing the rest of his body was swelling as well. The growing pains from before seemed faded, replaced by a numb tingling. He liked seeing himself grow, he felt inches being added to himself, and he was no longer sweating. He felt warm like he was sunbathing. It was pleasing enough to doze off to--

A pain at his tailbone brought Julien back to reality. The half changed teenage boy snarled and grabbed at the source. There was a growth at the base of his spine, pushing itself out. It broke his skin and for a moment Julien gasped, feeling blood before the wound seemed to quickly grow shut. Fur on his back was beginning to be hard to feel because of the amount of hair now on his hands but he was certain it was... a tail?

Nonononono.

Julien, growing teeth grit together, managed to race out of the bedroom and into his living room. His phone--he remembered it was on the couch, all he needed was to unlock it and dial 911. As he reached the couch he saw his arms had a coat of fur that alternated between red and jet black bands down to his hand which had a familiar pad and his fingers... when he tried to grab his phone it slipped through his big paws. Then he felt an explosion of pain through his face--the sound of bone cracking.

Julien crumpled, his vision going white and his headache returning worse. For a moment, he couldn't do more than thrash on the living room floor. The first thing he felt next was from his crotch. The boy whimpered and reached down. His bigger hand should have completely swallowed his dick but... there was a weight on his thigh. He looked down and saw a dark red cock throbbing against it. His thighs, more red fur with another black band of fur at his knee, and around his waist was a belt-like band of fiery orange fur that was scruffier and overgrown. His thighs were muscular and defined in a way they'd never been before. When he touched them, they felt firm, and like they were still growing.

Then he noticed it. The smell. He smelt good. His musk was like a bomb. It was tinged a bit sulfuric, but the acrid scent was still incredibly masculine. In a distant way, it still smelled like him, but it was stronger. Like he'd spent an entire day locked in a small room just sweating and cumming. It made him feel virile and strong. He touched his cock and gave it a pump. It responded immediately, pre shot across his leg. He sat up and noticed his arms, and--pecs? They were covered in a, short dark grey fur cut across with a scruffy black in a pattern Julien finally recognized.

"What the shit?" his voice felt strange. He touched his mouth and found a muzzle there, two long teeth push out his lips. Cat ears, thick fur spilling in glossy waves from his face. His hands worked down his body again. It felt good to touch himself. He squeezed his pecs and felt his nipple beneath the fur. When he squeezed it and moaned, he finally recognized his voice had deepened some. The incineroar reached down and squeezed his cock again. His body felt like it was all a strange buzz of pleasure, and when Julien grabbed his dick he shuddered. His dick looked a foot long, with his foreskin covering all but the tip of his endowment. And when his other hand reached his balls he found they, too, grew to fit his endowment. A soft, red fur had covered a ballsack now nearly the size of Julien's outsized fist.

He groped himself and let out a blissed sigh. Something was very wrong and he knew he should care, but it felt so good. So _right_to just focus on pleasing his body. He looked down at his new body and saw his cock leak pre against his navel. It smelled so good it left his head foggy. He wondered if he was hung enough to suck himself off... Like he had been in his car earlier the afternoon, Julien started to curl his body into a C. His neck and shoulder blades were on the carpet while his legs, his muscular and thick legs, were over him and his cock was now in front of his muzzle. When he strained his neck he could push that huge dick against his snout. Julien whined needily as pre smeared his nose and he pulled back his foreskin to let more of his musk hit him. The smell of his urethra was so good. A musky bloom that just hinted at how rich and strong his cum would smell and taste. He needed to get off right now. He needed to taste his seed and feel it spill into his mouth.

He grabbed his cock and started jerking furiously. He extended his new feline tongue and licked his tip. The taste like the smell of his cock urged him. If it meant a lifetime of getting to enjoy this, maybe he shouldn't worry about becoming a pokemon. It all just felt so good... what was the point of trying to fight any of it?

From outside, Julien heard a car door slam.

Zayne.

The thought of his best friend and crush seeing him like this sent Julien into a panic. With speed and reflexes totally knew in his life, he sprung onto his feet and ran for his room. In his rush, he barely noticed he was so tall now that his ears brushed the top of the doorway as he slammed it shut behind him.

The smell hit Zayne as soon as he got the door opened. He coughed and covered his nose, just totally surprised at the intensity and then what it reminded him of:

"Julien?" he called into the house. He heard movement from his friend's bedroom as he stepped inside. The smell in the living room reminded Zayne of waking in his friend's bed in the middle of the night. Julien liked to bundle up even in the summer, which typically meant he sweat in his bed a lot. It was a smell that filled Zayne with affection and arousal. There were more than a few times where he woke in the middle of the night, his best friend facing him, and wishing he could just move forward and press their lips together.

This smell was too strong, though. It embarrassed Zayne how tempted he was to just touch himself right now. He tossed his retrieved--and somewhat wet--French textbook on the couch and called again, "Yo Jules? You alright, dude?"

"Uh, gi-give me a minute, okay?" he sounded panicked, and his voice was a little deeper than before. Like Julien was trying to talk in a radio DJ voice.

"Alright," Zayne said. He leaned against Julien's door and took a deep breath. It did smell really good... He reached down and rubbed his dick through his shorts, groaning a little. He heard Julien make a breathy, "Oooooh fuck," that snapped Zayne out of it.

"You okay?"

"I'm fine!"

Zayne looked down at his half hard cock and shook his head. Shit the last thing he needed to do was get horny in front of his friend. Julien was so weird and uncomfortable around all of Zayne's flirting that he couldn't imagine the boy's meltdown if he saw Zayne sporting a boner for him. His discomfort around Zayne was why Zayne was still afraid to come out to the person he trusted most. He'd not told anyone about it yet because he wanted Julien to be the first who knew. After all, it was a crush on Julien that helped Zayne realize he was just as much into guys as he was girls.

Julien said from the other side of the door, "Okay, okay, you can come in but please do not freak out."

"Freak out?"

"Zayne I can't... it's too weird--just open the door."

Zayne did.

"Oh..."

In the middle of the room stood an incineroar wearing Zayne's wrestling singlet. The spandex was stretched as tight as it possibly could be on the massive pokemon, which dwarfed Zayne. They had a towel wrapped around their middle as well, and a sheepish grin on their toothy muzzle. Unlike the pokemon in the game, this one's fur on the back of their head grew out almost like a jet black mane around their shoulders. They still had the exaggerated red whiskers, the yellow and green eyes, the teeth and physique. Their build was all tight muscle clearly defined even through their fur.

The incineroar lifted out their arms and said, "I, uh, finally hit that growth spurt." It was Julien. And when Julien lifted his hands off the towel, it fell off him, revealing the clear outline in Zayne's singlet of a massive, half-hard cock. Julien scrambled to cover the obscene bulge, turning around sputtering, "I'm-sorry-I'm-so-sorry--"

"Jules?"

The incineroar had turned around so Zayne could see the clear definition of muscle on the pokemon's back, along with a firm, round butt, with a hole sloppily torn in the singlet for a tail now thrashing in irritation.

"Y-yeah?" Julien said without facing Zayne.

"Why are you wearing my wrestling clothes?"

His tail stopped moving, and Julien's deeply embarrassed voice was cute when he said, "It was the only thing that would fit me... I didn't want you to walk in on me, well, naked."

Zayne started to cross the room. "Is that really you in there?"

"Yeah, something happened dur--" Julien froze when Zayne touched his thigh.

"Your fur is really soft," Zayne said, rubbing his hand into it now.

"Uh... mhmm." Julien still refused to turn around.

Zayne took another deep breath, wondering if the overpowering musk was why he felt so dazed right now. "And you smell... really good."

"Z-Zayne?"

Zayne pressed himself into the crouching incineroar and embraced the pokemon. He rubbed his face into the back of his friend while his hands touched Julien's pecs and the exposed, lush fur at his clavicle. "You know I always thought you smelled good, but this..." Zayne shuddered, submitting entirely to the moment. "Fuuuuck, Jules." Julien just shivered while Zayne touched him. Julien was very warm, like that satisfying kind of pulling freshly dried clothes from a dryer. Combined with that soft fur, Zayne wanted to just lie on top his friend and doze off.

"Zayne... is it okay if I turn around."

Zayne laughed a little. "You think I could stop you?"

"It's just I don't want to freak you out--"

"Shut up and look at me, nerd."

Julien turned, sitting and trying to close his legs to obscure his endowment as he did. Julien looked at the floor and said, "So, uh, you've always like the way I smell?"

Zayne nodded, "Yeah, since like, forever." Zayne had only been drunk once, but the pleasant buzz in his head right now reminded him of that. Only it was Julien's musk working on his brain instead. His dick firmed up in his pants as he knelt and brushed Julien's muzzle with an outstretched hand. "You know, it's funny..."

"Huh?" Julien met his gaze, still looking embarrassed.

"I've thought about for months what it'd be like to kiss you, and now all I can think about is how different your tongue would feel on mine."

"Za-Zayne..."

"Oops..." Zayne was grinning dumbly, "Did I say that out loud?"

"You want... to kiss me?"

"Hehe, what do you think all that flirting was silly? I've wanted to do more than kiss you."

The incineroar moved with an alarming speed and strength that might have scared Zayne if he weren't so relaxed. Julien pinned Zayne on his back. He pressed his lips to Zayne's and the teenagers both moaned when they felt that cathartic heat pass between them.

Julien's breath and body were so warm that Zayne already felt himself start to sweat. Julien's tongue pushed into his mouth, desperate and messy. His tongue wasn't quite the same texture as a human, but it wasn't rough like a cat's tongue, and it was much hotter. Zayne embraced his friends and pushed back into the kiss, his lips playing messily over Julien's short muzzle. The pokemon's teeth bumped his as his whole body started to shiver. He felt good, really good. His thoughts were foggy and all he wanted was more of Julien. His smell, the taste of his mouth, the softness of his fur, and that heat.

It was Julien who pulled away. He was panting as he watched Zayne, whose hair was matted to his sweaty brow. Zayne bit his lip, and groaned again as he took a deep breath of his friend. He could smell his cock now. Julien ha gotten hard again--Zayne wanted to touch it. He reached down but Julien pinned his hand before he could feel that girth.

"Wait, Zayne? We need to talk... shit dude I just kissed you."

"Yeah," Zayne giggled a little. "You were really sloppy but I liked it a lot."

"Are you okay?"

Zayne sighed blissfully. "I feel really... good, Jules."

"Zayne... did you know I had a crush on you?"

That got Zayne to recover some of his senses. "Wait, wait, you had a crush on me?"

"Yeah!"

A flare of frustration made Zayne sit up. "Then why did you always act so weird when I flirted with you?"

Julien's ears flattened and he looked away. "I... I always thought you were just teasing me, dude."

"Jules..." Zayne's hand pushed through soft fur to cup his friend's jaw. "I'm sorry... I've liked you for months now. I should have told you something."

Julien's hand folded around the one on his chin and squeezed it. "It's okay. I was afraid to tell you how I felt, too." Julien pulled Zayne hand away and looked at it. It was then he noticed the fine, cobalt hair growing on his skin. He gasped and pressed the hand into his friend's face. "Zayne--you're changing too. We need to get you help before--"

"It's fine," Zayne said, feeling strangely aroused at the thought of changing. He leaned against his friend again. "Mmm, your musk is so strong, Jules." It was. Acrid and fiery, sweaty and masculine. When he opened his mouth he thought he could taste it. He grabbed his friend's muzzle again and turned it to his. "I'll be fine... I want this."

"Zayne you're not thinking--" but Julien was cut off with the firm press of Zayne's lips. He kissed his friend, feeling that buzz intensify as his mouth pushed back into the incineroar. Julien was so sexy now, that musk, the taste of him, those muscles. That cock. When Zayne squeezed the head of it through his singlet, he felt a wet spot already spreading out across the spandex. It made both teenager's moan.

Julien gave in to Zayne's advances. If his friend wanted this, so did he. But as his friend whimpered into the kiss and rubbed Julien's cock, he realized he wanted much more than this. He pushed Zayne to the ground and said, "Your clothes--get them off."

Zayne nodded, panting while he quickly stripped, as he did Julien stood over him. He felt a growing dominance over his friend. He was so much bigger than Zayne now, in every way the superior male. It made him want to ram the teenager's tight body down on his cock. But first he wanted to see how far Zayne would sink first.

Julien pulled the wrestling singlet off his shoulders and it fell down his torso. Zayne became transfixed when he saw Julien's massive cock bobbing in front of him. He was so big, his balls looked so full. That musky endowment needed to be worshipped. Julien slowly peeled the wet, sticky foreskin of his cock back and Zayne felt a keening whine erupt from him.

"Come here," Julien's order sounded like it came from an entirely different person. It made Zayne feel heated and weak. He never imagined himself being fucked before, but he wanted this stud to breed him into the ground. Zayne crawled forward on his knees till his face was right next to those balls. The smell of them was so strong that Zayne started panting before he pushed his face against those sweaty orbs. They covered the top half of his face and smeared him with Julien's new, domineering scent. Zayne moaned and kissed them, his whole body shaking while Julien's hand held him against his balls and purred.

Zayne could feel it now. Beyond the dumb, numb pleasure of Julien's musk, he could feel the ache of his bones as his body began to change as well. It didn't matter, though, all that mattered was Julien's musk. Worshipping that source. He stroked those balls and started licking them, barely noticing the fur growing down his back or even the growth pushing at the base of his tailbone.

Julien watched Zayne change beneath him while the boy worshipped his balls. He slowly pumped his cock, enjoying the feeling of his foreskin peeling back and forth and the continuous line of pre running down his shaft and into his hand. Something about the way Zayne acted was just irresistible. He was changing faster than Julien had--and he wondered if that had to do with the way Zayne had given into the incineroar's body and scent. He wanted Julien so much he was willing to become his subby bitch, and the thought of turning his best friend into something like him made the incineroar heat up. Whatever the consequences of their transformation no longer mattered--he was going to fuck Zayne until the smell of his cum was soaked through Zayne's new fur.

Zayne felt a tingling in his tailbone, then a shot of pain that sprouted there. He barely made a sound. He had his lips halfway wrapped around one of Julien's testicles and sucked it while he fondled those balls. He was in a state of rapture. His whole body felt hotter and hotter, and he knew he was shaking, but in the haze of his friend's deep, intoxicating musk, he could barely care. Julien purred and felt his balls churn a little. A bit of seed spurted from his cock, surprising him a moment before he let it drip into his fingers. It was thick and strong in smell.

He pulled Zayne back from his balls and he admired the teenager's glazed over look. By now the transformation was half finished. His hands and feet had changed, his tail had grown in. With a claw, Julien got Zayne to open his mouth and slid his cum covered finger into the boy's mouth. Zain moaned and sucked on the digit. Julien's seed was so potent and thick. It ran like honey in his mouth and the taste stuck to his tongue and made it tingle a little as he savored it. That masculine, essence. So manly and virile it left Zayne whimpering and gently sucking on Julien's finger still.

Julien was amazed to watch Zayne's muzzle grow in while he sucked the incineroar's digit. It was as if his musk and cum was giving Zayne no pain at all. Just a stirring, deep pleasure at being changed into another pokemon. Only, where Julien was red Zayne was cobalt in his fur coloring. The transformation had entirely consumed his friend--he wasn't even sure if Zayne was still the same person. He just seemed so... submissive.

Zayne stopped sucking on Julien's finger and leaned in to nuzzle his balls again.

Breathily, Julien asked, "Zayne?"

"Mmm... yeah Jules?"

"I think it's done."

"What?"

"You've transformed, Zayne."

"Oh, is that why--" and Zayne took a deep breath of Julien's balls, "you smell even better now?"

"Fuck Zayne, can you stop?"

"Why? It feels right, doesn't it?" But Zayne listened to him, leaning back from Julien's musk.

"I'm not saying I don't like it, but..." Julien helped Zayne to his feet. "I'm more worried about you right now."

"Awww... you're worried about me?"

"Dude," Julien grabbed his shoulders and shook him. It was easy to do: Zayne hadn't actually grown as big as Julien had. Not that Zayne was small before, but Zayne's ears only came to Julien's chin. "Talk to me, man. I just want to make sure I've not lost you."

Zayne reached up and softly squeezed Julien's triceps. "It's me, Jules... I guess it may have looked like I got carried away. But, I've wanted to do that kinda stuff to you for months."

Julien let go of him. "Really?"

"Yeah, your smell always got me real worked up... I... sometimes I'd take the underwear you'd wear and use it to get off."

Julien's nearly started purring. They had both been like this. It wasn't just him, and it was also his scent. Julien said, "In the car today, you told me to not roll down the windows."

"I was afraid of getting worked up, dude."

Fuck.

Julien wanted to work him up, though. Julien wanted to see how far he had to go before his friend just turned into a whimpering slut underneath him.

"Hey, Zayne, you want to wrestle in my garage?"

"Uhhhh..."

"I want to see if I can pin you in this body."

Zayne's cock jumped a little at that. Between the two of them, it clearly had not grown as much as Julien's had. Still, though, it was big enough to put most pornstar's to shame.

Zayne said, "Al... alright, but I'm not gonna hold back."

Julien didn't say it, but he hoped Zayne wouldn't. That way when he fucked his friend into submission it'd be even more satisfying.

Julien's garage was perhaps the most open space for the two incineroars to wrestle in. With his parent's car gone, it was an empty, oil-stained sheet of pavement with toolboxes lining the sides of the walls. Thanks to Zayne, their family also kept something most homes didn't have: an eight-by-eight wrestling mat. Zayne They laid it out and took position in the center of it. By the time they were ready, both incineroar's scents filled the room.

Zayne crouched and Julien followed his lead before the cobalt incineroar said, "No punches or kicks. Just holds, slams, and throws. First to tap loses."

Julien just smirked, his body felt powerful and good. All his senses heightened, so when his friend lunged forward Julien easily caught Zayne and locked their arms together. Only for Zayne to immediately break his grip and grab an ankle. Julien was thrown on his side before he knew what was happening. Right, his friend actually knew what he was doing. Zayne pounced on his exposed back, already hooking the larger incineroar into a headlock.

He heard Zayne laugh. "Are you even trying?"

Julien snarled, a guttural thing deep in him. First he tried to just rip Zayne's arm off him, but when that clearly wouldn't work, he rolled into his knees. Growling, he stood, the smaller incineroar hanging off his shoulder while Julien grabbed his legs and slammed them both into the mat. The grip on Zayne's legs meant, even when the blue incineroar tried to push away, all he did was flop backward before the weight of his friend slammed on top of him. Zayne saw stars, his back arched in pain.

He needed to recover, but Julien was quickly wrapping Zayne into a hold. The bigger incineroar sat on top of him, Zayne's muzzle pressed to the mat while he got put into a shoulder lock. Then Zayne smelt it.

The sudden push of rank, earthy musk as his friend's sweating, dark rim pressed down on his cheek. Zayne whimpered, not from the pain on his taut arm but because that cindery musk was so close. Zayne started panting, without thinking he rubbed his muzzle into Julien's rim. He couldn't quite lick it, but he was able to bury the side of his snout into his friend's enticing rim and take a deep breath.

Julien laughed. "You're already getting hard."

"F-fuck man, quit screwing around. I give."

"No." Julien released him and rose back to the center of the ring, crouching and ready. "I want to go again."

Zayne got up and whined. "Is this all you really want to do?"

"You want me, come and get me," Julien said. His cock was stirring, too. It hung between his thighs at an enticing half-chub. The room was filling with a different sort of musk and it was harder and harder for Zayne to focus. It felt like his friend's only goal was to humiliate him, and a part of him, a very new part, relished being degraded by the bigger male. It got him hot in a way nothing ever had. The old part of him, was embarrassed and angry, though.

He shook off his lust and said as he took position, "Kinda unfair for me to fight above my weight class, huh?"

"I've got none of your training, though. You should be able to hold your own," a toothy smirk, "unless you're just letting me pin you."

Zayne snarled and went in. Julien caught the smaller incineroar and spun them both, throwing Zayne on his back and landing on top him. Zayne's gasp was cut off when Julien kissed him. Zayne felt his friend's big arm wrap around his friend's head and push him into the kiss. The smaller cobalt incineroar whimpered and let Julien's tongue overpower his. He weakly tried to push Julien off him, but his kiss was so good. When Julien broke it a string of spit connected their mouths and Zayne was completely hard, a blush crossing his muzzle. Julien reached down and squeezed and stroked the head of Zayne's cock. He teased the foreskin back and said, "Maybe if you beg I'll give you what you want."

It made Zayne angry how cocky his friend was, and how needy this new attitude made Zayne.

"Fuck you!" Zayne was able to shove off his friend and scrambled away. He got back into a crouch while Julien did the same, that stupid, handsome smirk of his nearly distracting with how much it made Zayne want to kiss him. Julien went on the attack this time, but Zayne felt a strategy come up as they locked arms again. He let Julien overpower him, fell backward, and hooked a leg around Julien's while one of his hand's slipped behind his friend's back and shoved him down. A burst of surprised pain on Julien's muzzle left him stunned long enough for Zayne to get the red incineroar in his own shoulder lock. This one with Zayne's legs wrapped around Julien's head, pushing his bigger friend right into his balls.

Zayne grunted while Julien struggled. He said, "Now this feels right." Julien enjoyed the position, too. His friend's musky balls were damp with sweat and smeared it on his muzzle, giving Julien a lovely taste of his friend's scent. It was so much stronger than it had been in his wrestling clothes. Julien couldn't help but give a cursory lick and groan at the taste of his friend's musky skin. he purred and starting lapping and worshipping his friend's balls, his cock finally starting to get hard as well.

Zayne growled, "That's it... your turn to be my bitch."

A part of Julien could have given in. Zayne's musk was so good and at some point he'd make sure to have his friend just sit on his face while Julien milked his cock--but Julien needed something else first. He started to get on his knees. Zayne tried to pull his arm tight to hold him, but Julien was simply too strong, able to keep his arm from getting pulled backward into a painful position. He lifted them both up and, smirking again, blew smoke into his friend's face. Zayne had completely forgot about the fire thing--but it didn't matter when he was dropped on his back in a powerful slam. Zayne had the wind knocked out of him.

He felt a big paw close on his face and push his head into the mat. Julien leaned over him and said, "Not a bad for a vape trick, huh?"

Zayne coughed and gasped. "You... fucker."

"Don't worry, Zayne. I'll go for the real pin now."

What that meant came clear when Julien straddled Zayne's chest, pushing his legs under Zayne's shoulders so when the red incineroar sat backwards it pulled his cobalt companion into his ass. Zayne lost as soon as his snout rubbed into his friend's taint. Zayne's body bucked, his legs kicked and he thrashed best he could, but there was no way he could throw his friend off. And the more he stayed, the less he wanted to leave. Julien's intoxicating, heady musk was being smeared into his fur and marking Zayne. The incineroar couldn't help but huff and take in his friend's scent faster. He tapped the mat, a bit panicked by how far he'd sink if he stayed there.

Julien just sighed and ground his hips down into Zayne's muzzle, ignoring his friend's pleas. Zayne whimpered but couldn't help himself. He wanted to taste his friends earthy, smoldering musk. When he opened his tongue and pushed it against Julien's taint, the incineroar sighed happily.

"That's it Zayne... just give in. This is where you belong."

Zayne whimpered but didn't stop. Julien kept him pinned. The red slowly squeezed his cock and played with one of his nipples while he smothered his friend into complete submission.

As Zayne tasted more and more of his friend's musk his head was getting hazier and hazier. Had he ever really wanted to come out on top. Wasn't he just a moment ago worshipping his friend's balls to get here? His pride as a wrestler, as a male, none of that mattered in the face of his friend's musk. At least, he couldn't remember why any of it mattered when he could rub his nose against Julien's rim and take a deep breath there. His friend's entrance was clean, and its taste enticing. Zayne had never eaten ass before, but he found the smell and taste of his friend addictive. He started pressing his tongue sloppily against Julien's rim.

Julien moaned as his friend's wet appendage worked against his dark asshole. It felt so good and right to have a subby slut like this under him. Julien wondered if his musk might have this effect on other people. If his musk had some sort of pheromone that would change others, and who else he'd like to change. A host of hate fucks and hot guys he'd secretly wanted to bed came to mind, but none of them mattered as much as the boy beneath him right now.

Zayne's only struggle now was to press his face deeper into his friend's musky rear. He had his claws buried in Julien's thighs and was keeping him down there while he purred and kept tonguing his friend's entrance. Occasionally he would kiss it, make messy sucks against the pliable flesh before pushing his tongue back in. He wanted to taste his friend's entrance. His walls. His whole body was sweating under the heat of Julien's weight. The smell of his own musk enticing Julien, but Zayne didn't know that. He couldn't even smell himself compared to musk being permanently rubbed into his muzzle.

Julien considered getting his friend off. He wanted to taste the cum that nine inch dick could produce, but there were more important things to deal with. Julien arched his back and pushed his ass down and relaxed his rim. Zayne finally got his tongue inside his friend and the cock in front Julien shot pre across Zayne's black and grey belly.

Julien growled and kept himself arched like that, paws now on his friends chest. He said, "Zayne, tap the mat if you can hear me."

Zayne tapped the mat. He was barely aware he was doing it, he was too busy slathering his friend's earthy walls. They tasted so good, his musk was so good--fuck. Did he even need anything else?

"I want you to tap the mat for yes, okay?"

Tap-tap.

"Did I win, Zayne?"

Tap-tap.

"Do you submit?"

Tap-tap.

Julien said, "Do you just want to be my slut?"

Zayne shuddered but his paw tapped the mat.

"My bitch?"

A whimper, but tap-tap.

"Slave?"

Tap-tap. He didn't even hesitate. Fuck that felt good.

"You'd do anything to worship me, wouldn't you?"

Under that musk, his head clouded in a total buzz, Zayne couldn't imagine anything else. Julien's rim squeezed down on his tongue as he ground his muzzle into his friend to get his tongue as far in as possible.

He tapped the mat.

Julien's sultry, satisfied laugh got another shot of pre to spill across Zayne's belly.

He was finally satisfied enough to fuck his best friend. Julien rolled off Zayne's face. His friend lied on the ground, panting at the ceiling till Julien growled, "Get up."

Zayne did as he was told, seeing his friend sat in the middle of the mat, holding his massive cock upright. Julien slowly pulled the foreskin back and pre poured down the length of his shaft. He said, "You're going to ride this." Zayne nodded and quickly straddled his friend's waist. He didn't even think about lubing or prepping his hole. Julien wanted him seated on his cock, and that's all that mattered. Julien's cock was so big his friend had to squat above him to be at the right height. Julien held his dick in place while he felt Zayne rub his sweaty rim against the cock tip. Julien kissed one of Zayne's sweaty pecs and teased a nipple with his tongue. He savored the sweat and smell coming from his friend's chest.

Zayne pushed down.

That fiery prick hurt spreading him. A burning around his rim that made Zayne growl as the boy blindly fought against that feeling. His friend--master?--told him to service his cock and he couldn't stop now. He tried to push more, and managed to work an inch inside his friend. Julien gasped and nearly bit the nipple in his mouth.

Zayne's pained whimper made Julien notice his grimace. Zayne's entire body was quaking as he sat with a third of his friend's massive cock inside him. Julien reached up and led Zayne into a kiss. Zayne needed that affection right now; it helped him relax. The burning around his entrance was still heated, but it was, in a way, becoming pleasant. Julien moaned at the taste of his own ass and musk when his tongue entered Zayne's mouth. He had kept Zayne under him for a while, and the smaller incineroar's face smelled entirely like Julien's musk as the two made out.

Eventually, Julien started to work his hips. His slight thrusts could only stir up Zayne's entrance, but that combined with the constant leak of pre filling his friend was helping ease the passage. Zayne squeezed Julien's shoulders and pushed several more inches of cock in him. He whined into Julien's mouth, and his dick now rubbed into Julien's soft chest fur. It was so tantalizing--Zayne could have just easily frotted his... master and it would have gotten him off. His pre smeared into the grey fur there as he tried to make more and more of his core submit to Julien's superior endowment.

Zayne broke the kiss to groan when rose off Julien's cock and pushed back down. He managed three fourths of that shaft. His dick lurched and sprayed several thick strings of pre against his master's chest. Julien growled and said, "You're almost--mmph--there."

Zayne's voice came at a much higher pitch than usual. "Mhmm! Ah..." that cock against his prostate was so hot inside him, "you feel so good... master."

Something about Zayne calling him master snapped something in Julien. Originally he wanted to see his friend fuck himself on his cock, but now a more pressing need surged through him. Julien snarled and flipped Zayne on his back. The boy squirmed and his smaller legs kicked as Julien pushed him onto the back of his neck and shoulders. Zayne's cock spilled right on him while Julien stood legs spread and cock half sheathed inside him.

Julien growled. "You want me to fuck you, huh, Zayne.?"

Zayne blushed and reached up and spread his legs. "Yes... please..."

"What was it?"

Zayne's cock spilled gooey pre across his muzzle. "Please master."

"Fuck... I can't believe you really want that--it's so hot Zayne."

Zayne was so embarrassed he covered his face with one arm and looked away. Julien growled and started pushing his dick back into his friend. From this angle it was actually much easier for his cock to sink in. Julien held his friend's ankles and watched that massive red shaft slide into the dark, swollen rim of his friend. Pre cum spilled out as Julien forced his way in, and the site of his fluids overflowing and spilling down Zayne's taint was oh-so satisfying. The smaller incineroar moaned when Julien pushed balls deep. The tight heat of his friend was so much sensation. That pliable inner flesh squeezed and grasped every inch of his meaty cock. It was so satisfying, so right to have another male like this.

The pressure of Julien's cock hollowing Zayne out made the discomfort of this position a paltry concern. He felt the pulse of his master's dick as it poured pre inside him. When Julien started fucking him, Zayne felt a tension begin to grow in his lower abdomen. It was strange and unlike any other orgasm drawing up through his body. His master's cock pounded his prostate and each rub by that massive shaft squeezed more sticky pre seminal fluid from Zayne's cock and across his torso and muzzle. His fur quickly became matted in places as Julien used his body. His master had his eyes shut and was snarling as he pounded Zayne. But Zayne wanted nothing else right now than to bask in the smell of their rut and be used by this bigger, superior male.

Both boys, despite their new bodies, were still virgins. Instinct only carried them so far.

Julien felt his orgasm come crashing first. He was savoring the feeling of slapping his pendulous balls against his friend's ass when the sudden surge in the teenager made him shake. Julien snarled as he came, fighting through the sensation to keep humping into his friend. He felt his cock fire and thick spurts splashed out of Zayne's rim when he pulled back before sinking in and shooting seed deep into his friend. When Zayne felt that cock jerking and cumming inside him, the pressure in his belly snapped and his own cock started spilling across his stomach. Thick ribbons of white cum painted his fur. The garage filled with the heady musk of virile seed. Cum spilled messily onto the wrestling mat, leaving pearlescent pools on it as, whimpering, Julien slammed his dick home and rode out the rest of the headiest orgasm of his life. Zayn's bottom half felt numb as his dick weakly twitched and spilled cum onto his belly fur. There was so much of it he felt it sliding down his neck. It obliterated any other sense but the musky scent of cum and fucking.

Panting, Julien pulled out, growling, "Fuuuuck." Zayne whimpered when Julien dropped him, and cum smeared into Zayne's back. He felt like the complete, used slut he told Julien he wanted to be. He felt seed sliding from his gaping asshole. The two had produced so much more than they should have, but that just made the mess even hotter. They were both so masculine and virile.

Julien lied beside his friend and pulled him close. He purred and started to lick cum from his broad blue whiskers. He whispered, "This is a good scent for you."

Zayne struggled for words: "You gonna... fuck... try to make sure it stays?"

"What do you think?"

Zayne shuddered as his childhood friend and lover nuzzled his cheek and kissed him.

Zayne stared at the ceiling and asked, "What do we do when your parents get home?"

"Leave the windows open? Light candles to hide the smell?"

Zayne laughed weakly and said, "You fucking idiot." He rolled over and cuddled into his friend. Even with all the cummy musk in the air, when he buried his muzzle into his friend's fur, Julien was all he wanted to smell.

Smiling, Julien held him there, until both boys dozed off in the heat and hazy union of their scent.