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The Grain Moon Festival

Written by Leo_Todrius

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The still air held the sweet scent of the dried autumn grasses, a counterpoint to the lush spring several months before. While most considered the aroma of flowers most potent in their bloom, fall offered robust smells of flowers that thrived without the ample rains. It was a season of lavender, daphne, corn stalks and hay bales. Pumpkins and other gourds were littered around the property in the autumnal rainbow from orange to gold and green to red. The days were starting to shorten and the temperatures were finally receding into more comfortable territory. It was an unspoken tradition that everyone's favorite season had to be either summer or Christmas, but if the Grain Moon Festival was any indication, fall was rising to its highest heights in the hearts of the people.

Strings of lights stretched from the greenhouses to the meeting hall and from the old thresher to the barn. The horizon was still bright with the haze of the sun even after it had set while the heavens filled with the sparkle of a thousand stars. Music carried on the slight breeze, as did the smell of cotton candy and corn dogs. Laughter and conversation drifted down from the Ferris Wheel and the rumble of tractor rides came as the big wheeled vehicles pulled carts of people through the fields. There was an electricity in the air, an atmosphere of excitement, of possibility, of relief from the relentless heat of the summer and the possibility of change. It was a charge that conducted its current squarely through Parker's heart as he walked through the festival.

Usually Parker felt like an outsider every time he came back to Birchwood. He spent the school year in the city with his mom and only came back during the summers to stay with his dad. While every other teenager in the farm town seemed to be a variation on the theme of All-American farm boy, Parker had dyed black hair, painted nails and more than his fair share of piercings. At his own school he was still considered meek but in Birchwood the older citizens looked at him like he was the second coming of Satan. He'd tried to wear clothes with fewer holes in them and went without his bracelets, but the silver streak in his bangs was resilient and his stigma had carried over from year to year... but this year was going to be different.

Despite himself, a smile crossed Parker's lips. This year he'd stay in Birchwood and this year he'd be able to spend a lot more time with Sawyer. Parker felt his heart quiver a bit just thinking about his high school crush. It didn't help that they'd first met each other at the Grain Moon Festival, each reaching for the same tie-dyed cotton candy. Sawyer had been his school's cross country legend, representing them not just regionally but nationally on more than one occasion. He'd spent a few summers working at a couple of the farms around Birchwood, putting his fit physique to use during his off time. Every summer the two had found themselves drawn back together, and then last year Parker had gotten the thrill of his life. They'd met up at the cotton candy stall as they did every year, but when he'd spotted his crush, he'd seen the glint of a metal bar in his ear and the sparkle of a stud in his tongue. To top it all off, Sawyer had bleached the top crest of hair a bright corn blond in contrast with the short cropped brown he normally had.

It had been scandalous to the locals, some had even accused Parker of being a terrible influence on Birchwood's most innocent young men. Sawyer had either not noticed or not cared, spending equally as much time and attention with Parker. If anything, the idea that people thought he was such a bad influence thrilled Parker. He wasn't some know-nothing pipsqueak goth, he was an influencer, a person of interest, a bad boy. It felt ridiculous, but at the same time it was fun. Even more so, that stigma polarized as autumn set in. It was Parker's time of year as the spooky season approached and this time he wasn't going back to the city. This time he'd be there. This time he and Sawyer would have all the time in the world together.

Parker checked his watch, grimacing a bit. It was still too soon. Sawyer wasn't going to be at the cotton candy stand yet. That's what he got for arriving unfashionably early. Still, the festival felt fun and Parker felt more alive than he had in months. He wandered along the stalls, seeing the variety of prize winning jams and pies in one, then an assortment of leatherwork and woodcraft in another. The festival was getting bigger every year, reminding him a bit of the State Fair. The only thing missing was an artist's village, or at least that had been the thought in Parker's mind until his hazel eyes caught the faint glint of light hitting both metal and glass.

The strange pendant hung from the overhang of the pop up stall, swinging gently one way and then the other in the faint breeze. A silver crescent moon hugged a piece of dark black glass, each perfectly fit to the other, looking like the waxing moon. It was a beautiful necklace, except that it had two different cords. Parker moved closer, his eyes widening, his grin spreading as well. His tongue ran across the backside of the steel loops on either side of his lower lip as he admired the piece. It wasn't just one necklace, it was a matched pair like best friend trinkets. Parker reached up, his black nails contrasting the bright metal.

"You can feel the pull of the moon, can't you?" a voice asked. Parker tugged his attention away from the necklace, looking into the stall where a man in his late thirties stood. His brown hair seemed to be thinning a bit on top but he more than made up for it with the immense bushy beard that extended out from his cheeks and descended down to his collar bone. Despite the robustness of the beard, his rosy cheeks were visible. There seemed to be more hints of hair peeking up from the collar of his vest and an ample forest of hair spreading down his forearms.

"It caught my eye from quite a distance. It's so unique!" Parker said. The shopkeeper nodded happily.

"Differences aren't celebrated enough, especially around here. It is the unique that gives us a reason to live, and to love." he said sagely. Parker's breath caught a bit in his lungs as he looked at the man and then back at the piece, immediately thinking of Sawyer.

"How much is it?" he asked, this time holding his breath for a different reason. Custom artist pieces weren't cheap, especially at festivals and fairs. The bearded man considered for a long moment.

"Normally it'd be sixty nine dollars, but I can tell you're an art lover like me. I can go down to forty." he said finally. Parker's eyes widened and his modest smile returned. He nodded eagerly and fished his wallet out of his pants. It was more than he had intended to spend on any one thing, but it was such a special piece. It was precisely what Parker needed to take his connection with Sawyer to the next level. The shopkeeper pulled the twin necklaces from their hook as Parker pulled the money out. He leaned over, slipping the cords over Parker's black and silver hair, letting it hug his neck. As the shopkeeper leaned close, Parker could smell an earthy, musky, manly aroma with a fair amount of sage mixed in.

"A pleasure doing business with you. May the moonlight bring you everything you desire." The shopkeeper said, accepting the money. Parker reached up, running his fingers over the metal and glass.

"I think it's already brought me way closer." he said happily. He glanced down at his watch again, inhaling a bit. He was still a bit early, but at least it was close enough now to reasonably wait at the cotton candy stall. Parker gave one more nod of thanks to the shopkeeper before he turned, moving further into the festival. The shopkeeper smiled slowly, watching Parker move into the crowd. The grin broadened to reveal sharper than normal canine teeth and the strings of lights shone golden on the shopkeeper's eyes. His hand slowly stroked his long, thick beard as he watched Parker go.

****

The sweet scent of hay faded near the core of the festival, replaced with the almost sickly sweet scent of spun sugar. Plumes of light pink fluff rose up from the racks like stacks of sweet clouds, though their edges were flanked by different colors. Blue cotton candy took up a few slots and there was a new purple addition as well, some swirled together into a melange of flavors. Parker approached the stall slowly, feeling the comforting weight of the pendant resting on his chest equidistant between his nipples. In many ways it seemed like the perfect addition to his outfit, the steel complimenting his piercings and rings.

Parker felt the tug of war between tradition and new experiences, waffling back and forth before he finally reached for the blue and pink monstrosity near the edge of the stands. As he reached, another hand slipped out, brushing his own. Parker looked up into the green eyes of a very handsome, rather tall, quite well built eighteen year old. His bleached blond hair was sticking up a bit while the brown hair on the sides of his head descended down into longer than normal sideburns. Parker grinned brightly.

"Sawyer!" he said with excitement.

"Fancy meeting you here." Sawyer said with a playful grin. Parker swallowed a bit before he pulled out two dollars for the cotton candy and set it down on the counter before turning back. A half dozen greetings crossed his mind, more than half of them compliments before he reigned in his enthusiasm.

"The festival seems better than ever." he said finally. Parker rubbed at the back of his neck as he looked around.

"You're right, people are really getting into the spirit of things. It looks like a lot of fun." Sawyer said. Parker didn't take his eyes off of Sawyer and his rather perfect body.

"It sure does." he replied, pulling the cotton candy from the stand before offering it to the jock. Sawyer grinned and leaned in to take a bite, although the fluff melted on contact with the moisture on his lips and tongue, giving them both a faint bluish tinge. It was adorable, memorable, and the perfect moment. With Sawyer holding the cotton candy, Parker reached up, running his fingers across the black glass on the pendant. The center piece popped free of the metal and Parker slipped the second cord off his neck before reaching forward, bringing it over Sawyer's neck.

"What's this?" he asked, looking down at the polished glass and then back at Parker's remaining metal crescent, "Oh cool, a friendship necklace?" he asked, grinning a bit more, "Are you the big spoon?" he asked. Parker grinned.

"I wouldn't object." he replied, "And sure, yeah. I wanted to get something to thank you for all the time you've spent with me. I really feel like we're... connected." Parker said. Sawyer reached up to run his fingers over the glass before smiling, offering the cotton candy back to Parker. Parker leaned in for a nibble, feeling the heat as the sugar melted.

"I feel it too." Sawyer replied, "The big question is, where should we start?" he asked, looking around the festival. Parker grinned.

"How about we start with the stalls, ramp up with the Ferris wheel and finish with the hay bale ride?" Parker asked. Sawyer smiled more at that.

"Sounds great to me." he whispered, looking into Parker's eyes for a moment. A sudden clap of laughter from one of the rides shook them out of it and they turned, moving side by side through the currents of passers by. Sawyer felt a tingle on the back of his neck that he attributed to excitement, unaware that his hairline was descending as new soft brown hairs sprouted downward, creeping along his neck. Parker, too, felt a familiar tingle as soft black fuzz began to emerge along his chin and under his arms. To both young men, their eager anticipation was well more than enough of an explanation for the unusual sensations.

****

The peaceful serenity of the water's surface was disrupted in a flurry of motion and chaos. Bubbles rushed upward, ripples radiated outward. The intrusion had only been the start, but the object that had breached the water was thrashing around from side to side as if it was hunting for something. At first the search had been a blind one, but in the maelstrom of water and motion there were glancing blows against the smooth surface of debris. A great mouth opened, revealing the teeth and tongue inside before the maw snapped down, biting into the succulent meat of a juicy red apple.

Water sprayed outward from Sawyer's hair as he rose out of the trough with an apple firmly latched in his teeth. The water ran down his chest and soaked the collar of his tank top, his blond hair slick and glistening in the fairy lights of the festival. Even his earring bar glinted as he looked around, eyes wide with triumph and an abnormal amount of pride. Cheers broke out from the onlookers as four others were trying their fortune next to Sawyer, Parker emerged next. His eyes were a bit wild with success but he removed the apple from his teeth, panting a bit, his dark hair sopping wet. He shook his head a bit, feeling the hair pull back from a bit of fuzz on his cheeks. As his breath went in and out, it passed over teeth that seemed a bit sharper than they had before.

Parker turned, cracking a grin to Sawyer. Sawyer met eyes with him, conveying the grin that his mouth was too occupied to conduct. With an audible crunch he bit into the apple, pulling it from his lips. He crunched a few bites and swallowed, licking his lips before laughing. Parker looked at him in that moment, feeling two simultaneous urges. Parker's groin was hardening with arousal and his heart was filling with boldness. In that moment he stood up on his tip toes and kissed Sawyer on the lips. It was a quick peck, a daring gesture, but fleeting. No one else had noticed as the other competitors were either coming up for breath or with apples of their own. That left Parker and Sawyer standing there, triumphant and at a turning point in their connection.

Somewhere in the back of his mind, Parker couldn't believe he had done that. He'd been so cautious, so careful, so timid, and yet now they were here, under the moonlight, at the festival. They were young and wild and it just seemed like the perfect moment. The question was, had it been the right decision? Parker was nearly frozen with anticipation, but Sawyer reached out and took Parker's hand in his, their fingers entwining and lacing together before the hand closed and they were locked together. Sawyer's grin grew brighter and Parker could feel it blossoming on his own lips. He blushed a bit but grinned, looking away coyly. Sawyer merely held onto Parker, feeling their connection and energy pulling them like magnetism. Parker could barely look at Sawyer, feeling so happy he felt like he was going to burst. He turned away, water still dripping from his hair, his lips parted to reveal just how sharp his canine teeth had gotten. Even without realizing it, he was running his tongue across the points.

****

As long as Parker could remember, he'd been a night owl. He'd never understood why society viewed going to bed early to get enough sleep as moral and sleeping in to get enough sleep was lazy. It had been hard enough in the city but it was even worse in Birchwood. That was yet another reason that the Grain Mood festival was the best time to be there. The sun had set, the moon was rising and everyone was still awake. The center of the festival was lit up almost well enough to be late afternoon with lights strung criss-cross and filling the air with a warm glow.

One of the reasons that the central aisle was so well lit was the fact that the games of chance had been set up there. Glass soda bottles from years gone by had been arranged to catch rings. Old milk jugs had been precariously stacked. There were even some pellet guns that looked hardy enough to use on an actual farm rather than just to pop balloons. Sawyer led the way, his eyes glittering with anticipation, pulling Parker along with him. Their hands hadn't let go since the apple bobbing. Parker hoped they never would, even if Sawyer's fingernails seemed a bit rougher and sharper than he'd have expected.

"I know it's around here somewhere..." Sawyer said with excitement, "I'm going to win you the biggest prize." he said with a grin. Parker's eyes widened a bit, his mouth opening. He was about to say that Sawyer didn't have to win him anything. It was an instinctive reaction, one of playing coy, but the words seemed ungrateful, dismissive. Honestly, the fact that anyone would want to win him something was astounding. Parker's hesitation turned into a promising smile.

"I know you will. I bet you're good at all of these games." Parker said. It was Sawyer's turn to look a bit sheepish.

"Well, I mean, I'd like to think so. I have to make a good impression for our first date, don't I?" he asked. Parker slowed to a stop, their connected hands still held tight as Sawyer got a pace or two ahead before their arms reached their maximum distance. Sawyer turned back, his eyes widening, "Did I say something wrong?" he asked, looking nervous. Parker shook his head quickly.

"N-no, you said the perfect thing. You have been all night." Parker whispered. The two of them stood there beneath the lights, fireflies drifting from lamp to lamp, people passing in both directions. Sawyer stepped back closer to Parker, using his free hand to lift Parker's chin so they were looking eye to eye. Parker looked up at his crush, his heart thumping out of his chest. Parker was so struck by how handsome Sawyer was, but also by the fact that there always seemed to be something new to learn about him. Parker hadn't realized that his sideburns were so long. They reached all the way from his ears down to his jaw bone. They were rugged and a bit bolder than the boys of Birchwood usually sported. How had Parker not seen how full they were before, or appreciated them that much?

"I meant it... I want to make a good impression." Sawyer said.

"You made a good impression the first time we met, and every time since. My only regret is that it took us this many years to finally get around to it." Parker whispered. Sawyer smiled.

"Well, at least it didn't take any more years. Nothing's going to hold us back from making new memories now." Sawyer said. Parker blushed a little more.

"Are you sure? I mean, what would people say? I'm amazed that we've gotten away with this much." he said softly.

"Whatever they would say has already been said. You weren't here for it, but I kind of made a big scene for Senior Prom. I made it clear that everyone could stop trying to throw their daughters at me. I wasn't interested." Sawyer said. Parker looked back up at his crush, his jaw dropping.

"What?" he whispered. Sawyer grinned a bit more, reaching up to scratch the back of his neck, his fingers raking through soft fuzz creeping down lower on the flesh.

"Yeah, it was scandalous, but I told them I was waiting for the right man. I guess they couldn't get too flustered because I didn't have a date for prom so there was nothing to object to but I got a lot of looks." he admitted. Parker swallowed.

"And now?" Parker whispered. Sawyer beamed with pride.

"Let them look." he whispered before he leaned down, giving Parker a much stronger, much more lasting kiss than their first. Parker leaned up into it, his eyes fluttering shut. Their lips worked on one another before parting just enough t o let the tips of their tongues flirt. Parker reached up, running his fingers along Sawyer's brown sideburn, petting it. It was oddly soft, thick, and seemed to be evermore plentiful with each stroke. The two stood there in the midst of the glowing lights, surrounded by the sweet autumn air, embraced in a love that had taken its time to grow and come to harvest.

****

The laughter and chatter of the festival had grown quieter and quieter as the tractor pulled the trailer full of hay bales further out along the path. The festival still shimmered in the distance like embers of a fire radiating gentle warmth, but without the noise it all felt a bit more magical. The only true sound came from the rumble of the tractor engine as it tugged its cargo along. The bales had been arranged into makeshift benches, giving the passengers ample seating space. Off to one side was the corn maze, empty for the night. To the other side was a pumpkin patch filled with plump orange gourds nearly ready to become jack-o-lanterns or pumpkin pies.

Sawyer sat with one arm stretched out across the metal rail of the tractor trailer, the slight breeze blowing through the tuft of thick brown hair that he could have sworn he shaved earlier in the week. The other arm, however, was wrapped around Parker's shoulders. There was something about holding another man, or rather that specific man that felt so right. It was as if he'd been missing it his entire life and he finally had the last piece of the puzzle. He leaned his head down just a little to take a sniff of Parker's dark hair, appreciating the aroma of faint sweat, of musk and spice. He gave Parker's shoulder a squeeze, his sharp fingernails pressing into the skin.

Parker shivered in pleasure, leaning closer against Sawyer. He could feel the jock's heart beating against his back, feel his hot breath filtering through his hair. They had waited late enough for one of the last haybale rides, the benefit being that there were no other passengers. The two of them had the ride all to themselves. Thankfully the stack of hay up front kept the tractor driver from seeing anything. They were as alone as they could have been.

"Do you think if I lived here that we would have gone on a date sooner?" Parker asked. Sawyer smiled and nodded.

"Oh yes. I'm sure we would have gotten into a lot of trouble." he smiled, "It would have been worth it though."

"They might have thought I was ruining your future, leading you astray. I kind of feel like I did even at part time status." Parker said, reaching up to run a finger over Sawyer's piercing, freezing when he realized that his finger was tipped with a longer, sharper than normal nail. He unfolded his hand to reveal that each finger ended in a claw-like point. Parker gasped, pulling his hand back, panting in surprise. He looked up at Sawyer, fearful that he might have seen.

"What is it? What's wrong?" Sawyer asked, concern mounting at the sudden movement.

"I don't know, something's, it's..." Parker stopped, feeling his muscles start to contract and cramp. His eyes squeezed shut as he doubled over, falling onto the straw in the center of the trailer. He let out a groan, panting harder, saliva running down his sharpened canines. He looked down at his hand braced on the trailer bed as his fingernails darkened and thickened further, curving and coming to more wicked points. Patches of black hair were sprouting from his knuckles and the back of his hand. "No, no, no no!" he moaned, his eyes scrunching shut and his nose wrinkling.

Sawyer had sat bolt upright at Parker's sudden change. Seeing him double over had filled him with concern that maybe he was sick. Sawyer reached out to put a hand on Parker's back, but as he did he felt it... change. The flesh beneath was shifting, moving in unnatural ways, undulating as if the skin was having to stretch over muscles that were growing and moving. Parker was just as confused as he struggled for breath, feeling like he was burning up. He wanted to plunge his head back into the apple trough to cool down. Sweat ran down his forehead, his nose, even his chin until it soaked into black hair that was breaking through the skin and growing longer.

Everything felt so sudden, so strange. Parker could barely force his eyes open, but when he did, he saw the faint moonlight glinting off of something swinging back and forth beneath him, hanging from his neck. His eyes locked onto the steel crescent necklace he was wearing, and as he looked at it, his eyes shifted to a bright, nearly glowing harvest gold color. His mind reeled back to the bearded man in the shop, to his beard, to his dark nails, to his... yellow eyes? No, that hadn't been right, that couldn't be it.

"Parker, we've got to get you help, I'll get the driver to turn around, I-" Sawyer was cut off as Parker turned his head around, yellow eyes paired with incredibly sharp teeth.

"No." Parker growled, "Whatever's happening to me, we can't let them see." Sawyer was quiet a moment before he spoke.

"Whatever's happening to us." he said, his voice a bit strained as he felt the muscles in his chest locking up and tightening. His tank top seemed to be growing tighter, but the reality was that his skin was stretching as his already developed muscles developed further. Parker's shoulders hunched, his arms pulling in. He leaned forward until his pecs rested against his knees.

"Sawyer!" Parker said in shock, crawling back to him, reaching up to lift his head. Parker was careful, both of his hands tipped in dark claws. Sawyer huffed and puffed for breath as he felt his whole body cramping. His ears began to stretch into points, his eyes gleaming as they took on a golden hue. His mouth distended slightly over sharper and sharper teeth. Beneath Parker's hands, the neat and perfect sideburns became unruly bushes of hair extending out from his cheeks.

Every breath the two young men shared came through changing noses. Their nostrils flared, the bridge of their noses broadening. Parker's lobes burned as his ears took on the same points as his partner's. What had started as a shadow on Parker's chin had grown from stubble to a tuft of black in mere moments. His own clothing was tightening, especially his pants as his ass cheeks swelled for the first time in his life. It was hard to think through the pain and discomfort, but somehow the heat their bodies were producing made it easier, as if it was some way to try and keep the muscles relaxed enough that they didn't snap.

The tractor rumbled along its languid pace, the driver unaware that the young men were becoming young beasts. Sawyer's chest blossomed with a thicket of brown hairs that spread across his collar bones, melding into the hair in his pits. Parker's eyebrows were getting bushier and thicker, threatening to grow into one another. Through it all, Parker kept holding Sawyer's cheeks, the two looking into each other's eyes. Even though their irises had changed, as had their faces, Parker's eyes still held that same quiet concern, that same timid admiration. They were the same eyes that Sawyer had wanted to fill with joy and excitement for years.

Back in the festival, it had been Parker that had struck when the moment was right. Sawyer had spent the entire last school year fantasizing about how he'd engineer the perfect moment but it had been Parker that seized it. This time it was up to him. Sawyer summoned all of his strength and stamina as he pushed off of the hay bale bench, lifting Parker up off the bed of the trailer. Parker's eyes widened in surprise as he was pushed toward the back of the trailer, then even further as Sawyer kept going right over the edge.

The two landed with a crunch, though it was uncertain how much of the crunch had come from the dried and trampled corn stalks they had landed on and how much had been their changing bones and ligaments. Parker looked up at Sawyer, giving a fang-gilled grin.

"I'd been trying to figure out a way to get you on top of me." he purred. Sawyer grinned back even as his hairline crept down his neck and back, more fur sprouting across his forearms.

"I feel the same way, but I think we can manage something a bit more romantic." Sawyer said, standing up slowly. He shuddered, feeling his back change as his spine pushed out against the skin, making a ridge of spikes where his vertebrae seemed a lot more menacing than they had before. He reached down a clawed hand, offering it to parker. Parker reached up and grabbed a hold, hanging on as he was hoisted to his feet. As he landed on them, his shoes gave out as clawed toes burst through both shoes. No longer restrained, his feet seemed to seep and expand out several inches. Sawyer let out a low whistle.

"You know what they say about men with big paws.." he whispered. Parker looked up at that, a bit surprised.

"You're not... scared by any of this?" he asked. Sawyer looked a little surprised.

"You mean you didn't do this on purpose? The moon necklaces?" he asked. Parker looked down at his, then at Sawyer's before shaking his head.

"I didn't know any of this was going to happen. I just bought them because they looked cool and I wanted to get you something special" he admitted. Sawyer considered for a moment.

"Then someone else planned for this to happen to us.... And we'll have to thank them another time, but tonight's just about you and me." Sawyer said. Parker smiled with relief.

"If they do notice that they get back to the festival without passengers, we don't want to be easy to find." Parker said softly.

"I think I know the perfect spot." Sawyer said, offering his larger, clawed, faintly leathery werewolf hand. Parker reached out to take it, their wicked fingers lacing together again. Sawyer gave it a squeeze before pulling Parker after him once more.

****

The walk had been exhilarating, even if it had been a bit strained. Both young men had lost their shoes as their feet grew. Sawyer's tank top was ready to bust at the sams and patches of black fur were peeking out from holes in Parker's jeans. It was almost as if every step had pushed their changes further along. Sawyer's cheeks were dominated in thick brown fluff while a long tuft of black hung down from Parker's chin. Their ears were pointed, their teeth deadly, their noses distinctly edging on the borders of canine territory. They could smell each other, hear each other, feel each other... and yet in a strange way, Parker still felt the exhilaration of being on his first date.

Sawyer led the way, familiar with the territory. They'd passed the pumpkin patch, jumped over the creek bed, moved through the tree line and advanced up a slight slope. Birchwood was a plateau of farmland at the edge of a gorge. It took Parker a bit too long to realize that was precisely where he was being taken until, at last, Sawyer pushed through the last of the trees. A warm, creamy white glow spilled across Parker as he emerged. He blinked his golden eyes a few times to let them adjust before he looked out at the biggest, widest, yellowest full moon he'd ever seen before. He inhaled sharply, feeling his entire body start to tingle and burn.

"Kiss me..." Sawyer panted. Parker looked up, watching Sawyer nearly double over as well.

"Right now?" he asked. Sawyer snarled.

"Right now, please, I need you... I need you in my life. I need you with me. I always have." Sawyer said. Parker looked up in stunned surprise, but the surprise was short lived. He lunged at his fate, knocking him down onto the soft grass, coming down atop him. He leaned in, tilting his head just enough that when they locked lips, their canine noses didn't bump. Lips were pried apart as tongues struggled and fought one another. Sawyer growled and grunted, muffled by the kiss until he suddenly rolled, pinning Parker to the ground.

Parker's golden eyes nearly bulged out of his head when he felt Sawyer press down against him, grinding their groins together. At first it was just pressure and body weight, but then it was intentional. It came with a grind, then another, then a third. Clumsy instincts honed into dedicated humping and it didn't take long for Parker to return the favor. They pressed up and down, sometimes to clash together, sometimes to move together as one. Their clothing had already been pushed to the limit and somewhere in the chaos, Parker's jeans button popped loose, unfurling a forest of black fur and the hint at his swollen, full erection. It also unleashed the musky scent of his arousal, a scent that Sawyer inhaled deeply, filling his lungs with it.

"That's the stuff..." he growled, "You smell wild." he grinned.

"Wild for you, crazy for you." Parker assured him before resuming their making out. Months of pent up desire were being loosed, overcharged by surging hormones and brand new pheromones. One of Sawyer's clawed hands pinned Parker to the dirt, the other sinking into the soil, raking back and forth, breaking it up as his own claws stretched longer and sharper and thicker. His knuckles popped as they expanded, the webbing between his digits stretching as his palms widened and his wrist broadened. Wispy, wily brown hair thickened further into a coating nearly dense enough to be called fur as it traveled up his arm, over bulging biceps and triceps, sinking into the forest that had already coated his shoulders, chest, back, stomach and legs.

Sawyer pressed his hips down, grinding his painfully hard cock against Parker's, the two separated by layers of fabric. It would have been so easy to give in, to tear it away, but in a way they were still eighteen year old teenagers. There was a thrill in the anticipation, the fulfillment of waiting and wanting so long. He humped and ground and frotted, gyrating in all sorts of ways. Sawyer broke their kiss, moving to nuzzle and nibble Parker's neck even as it grew a new layer of fuzz. He licked and lapped at it, feeling his teeth pushing forward, his mouth making room for his fangs and tongue to grow. Pops and snaps came as his skull reshaped, taking on a short muzzle. He opened wide, tracing those teeth dangerously across his lover's most vulnerable neck. From the way Parker writhed and wriggled, Sawyer knew he was loving every moment of it.

While his more athletic partner seemed content to wait, Parker was not. He thrust his hips up furiously against Sawyer as he felt him growing bigger and heavier with each passing second. When Sawyer lifted, Parker reached his clawed hand in, slashing at his own pants. He went a bit too deep, wincing as his claws grazed his skin, but the stinging ebbed as the flesh quickly knit itself back together. His jeans could not. Sawyer's groin came down and squeezed Parker's flesh, sliding the tattered denim away. When Sawyer lifted once more, Parker's shockingly thick cock swung up, slapping against his stomach. The flesh reddened from the impact, then grew even brighter.

"Fuck!" Parker howled as Sawyer humped again. The muzzled jock snorted, smelling Parker's heat and sex in the air, his golden eyes dilating. Thoughts of care and patience boiled away, sizzling as his blood pumped more and more. A huge, wicked werewolf claw slashed at his own clothing, casting it aside before he came crashing down. Parker's back arched as he felt the hot, thick, throbbing cock of his crush squeezed against his, their balls layered in a hot heap. Unlike before, Sawyer didn't just hump and retreat, he started to press tight against Parker, laying across him, moving to coat and cover him completely. The brown wolfman leaned in, his bar piercing glinting in his pointed lycanthrope ear as he licked at Parker's fuzzy cheek, coaxing out more of the beard-like hair.

"You're mine now..." Sawyer whispered, "We are what we were meant to be..." he said softly. Parker moaned, his own face popping and shifting as it pushed forward into a muzzle, his nose tilting up. Parker shuddered.

"We are almost what we were meant to be. Only one thing left..." he whispered before he suddenly pushed up, knocking Sawyer onto his back. The larger wolf grunted in surprise, then gasped as Parker yanked what was left of his pants out of the way. Clawed hangs grabbed the jock's strong legs, Parker lifting them up to place them on his shoulders before he thrust inward. His fat cock struck true, hitting Sawyer's virgin hole. It stretched his pucker wider and wider before popping in. Sawyer's golden eyes rolled into the back of his head as his shoulders went limp against the ground, feeling the blossoming heat of friction in his underside.

At first it was a bit of a struggle, but there was something about seeing his crush corrupted and twisted, laying there in delight, horny and hard that pushed Parker further. His cock began to gush with clear precum, getting several good squirts down into Sawyer before he pulled out, hosing down his ass cleft with it. The stringy goo dribbled down onto the grass, but it glistened enough in the moonlight to make sure Parker knew his partner was ready for what was next. Once more he thrust forward, this time finding it much easier to pop into Sawyer's ass.

Parker's thick clawed paws wrapped around Sawyer's powerful furry legs as he moved his hips forward and back, in and out, faster and harder. He grunted and ground, putting his effort into it, watching Sawyer writhe and arch his back, moaning and howling. One of the jock's paws naturally drifted to his own cock, squeezing it and stroking it, admiring how much harder and longer it was... and how much longer it was getting. Even as he stroked it, it seemed to strengthen and lengthen, climbing up to his navel, then higher, filling out quite nicely.

"Fill me, fill me until my belly bulges with your cum!" Sawyer demanded. The request was shocking to Parker, and yet a malicious grin crossed his lengthening face. Yes, he could do that... Surely they both could. They were animals, beasts, lovers. Their passion knew no limits. He grunted and fucked Sawyer with everything he could, feeling the heft of his now furry balls swinging forward and back as they swelled bigger, hanging lower. The fur filled out across his body, his skin disappearing, creeping up to meet with the dark black fuzz coating his cheeks, although the longest tuft hung down from the point of his chin.

Sawyer's hearing went muffled, sounding like the crinkling of fall leaves beneath water until everything bloomed anew with sharper context, his pointed ears now resting atop his head, sticking out on either side of the bleach blond fur that ran from his brows to the nape of his neck, the rest of his body covered in brown fur. Each time Parker thrust into him, Sawyer's back swelled longer, his shoulders broader, his legs and arms thicker. It was as if he was being filled up, inflated, given everything he needed to grow. He snarled and thrashed, howling as his hard, long cock reached his sternum, resting neatly between his two nipples.

Parker's eyes were clenched shut in concentration, his canine nostrils flaring, drool dripping from his fangs as he panted and thrust, grinding like a madman, working as deeply as he could. It took several moments to realize that something was working behind him, swinging back and forth with a weight of its own - maybe even a mind of its own. The tail had stretched out as he thrust, lost in the sea of changes, but now that Parker had it, he couldn't imagine being without. He felt his tail thicken, the fur lengthening, brushing the back of his legs. The last of his clothing split out, falling to the ground as he stood triumphant in the evening air, backlit by the huge harvest moon, his club of a cock buried in the ass of his boyfriend.

While Sawyer had grown with each thrust of his boyfriend's cock, it seemed that Parker was growing on his own. His vertebrae stretched out larger, his ribs parted and his muscles stretched to compensate. It felt like they'd been waiting an eternity to consummate their partnership, but in this moment it was all coming down to a single instant. Parker growled, thrust as deep as he could, threw his head back and let out a wild inhuman howl that echoed across the gorge. Sawyer did his part by joining in, his howl a little lighter in pitch but falling in harmoniously.

As they howled, their bodies sang out too. Sawyer's ass undulated rhythmically, contracting and squeezing Parker's fat shaft, milking it. The blossom of orgasm ripped through them both as Parker's balls unleashed their might and the slick fluid pre gushing from his shaft was replaced with far thicker, stickier werewolf cum. It coursed into Sawyer's ass, coming in spurt after powerful spurt... but Sawyer was a male as well, capable of just as much as his partner. His long, lance-like prick shuddered before thick jets of yellowed werewolf spunk launched out, spraying the underside of his muzzle, his chest, and the moon necklace he wore.

As the cum hit the dark glass pendant, it started to glow, shining bright as the material grew opaque. The glass hardened, growing heavier as it began to glint with the sheen of metal, soon matching the steel that hung from Parker's neck. In that moment the two halves of the necklaces made a unified whole, a full moon that they both shared. It was just as brilliant as the harvest moon filling the sky behind them. Moments became minutes, Sawyer's orgasm never seeming to end. He'd soaked himself with his own cum, even opening his muzzle to lap down several good squirts. It wasn't until Parker suddenly let go of his legs and came crashing down atop him that they stopped sharing their bounty.

Parker landed with a wet and sloppy squish, coming chest to belly with his partner, his huge cock still wedged deep in Sawyer's hind quarters. The two young men were panting hard, grins stretched across their muzzles as they held each other and embraced. Parker slowly rested his head on his lover's cum soaked chest, giving a gentle lick and slurp of his lycan tongue against the fur there. They had both grown, but the jock was still technically taller and bigger and therefore it was just the size difference Parker had always imagined.

"Was it everything you imagined, my dark one?" Sawyer asked, still trying to catch his breath. Parker looked up at him with happy, contented golden eyes.

"Everything and more." he whispered. Sawyer gave a happy nod of agreement before lying back on the grass, feeling his heart race, too spent to move. It wasn't as if he wanted to. This was the perfect moment, the pinnacle achievement of their long forbidden love. He wanted to lay beneath the moon and trees looking out over the gorge for eternity. This was the moment that his true life began, the life he would always share with his mate.

****

A long, comfortable fall had given way to the cold air and frost covered fields of winter. The harvest had been stored away as the croplands lay fallow. It was a far quieter time for Birchwood, although that quiet was often filled with gossip and intrigue. The gossip had traveled as far and as fast as the Geese had in their yearly migration, although there was a strange and unexpected acceptance to it all. In fact, other than a few holdouts that still turned disapproving glares onto the strange ways of the young folk, it seemed as if Sawyer's parents and peers alike were... happy for him and Parker. It was more than either could have hoped for and it meant that they could turn their attention to more promising matters.

The bell jangled as the door opened and Parker moved in, wearing a black and silver swirled scarf around his neck. His silver nose and lips rings had been switched out for steel to prevent his skin from reacting and a long, curved goatee hung from his chin. The multiple layers suited him and he seemed to cope well with the cold. Sawyer, conversely, still seemed to be trying to wear as little as possible. Curls of thick brown hair peeked out from his collar and the space between his socks and the cuffs of his pants. Even as a human, he'd gotten quite hairy. Almost as if to call attention to it, the jock reached up to run his painted black nails through the thick forests of mutton chops extending out from his cheeks.

"So this is where we can get some jewelry?" Parker asked dubiously, looking at the assortment of trowels and weeders on the tables, pausing as he looked at scythes hung up on the walls.

"Mac is the best metalsmith in town. I'm sure you'll like him. He can probably make us something unique." Sawyer smiled.

"Oh I have no doubt of that." a deep and confident voice came. Parker froze in place, his eyes widening as he turned to look at the bearded man he'd met on the night of the Grain Moon Festival. The rosy cheeked man grinned wider, bearing unusually sharp teeth, "After all, your last purchase left you a satisfied customer, didn't it?" he asked.

"You two know each other?" Sawyer asked. Parker's hand instinctively went to the spot on his shirt resting over the crescent moon pendant.

"I... I went back to the stall the next day, but you weren't there..." Parker said. Mac smiled, reaching up to scratch at his bearded cheek.

"It would have been too soon. I didn't want to over-exert my influence." he admitted.

"Your influence? So you... were the one that turned us into werewolves?" Sawyer asked. Mac shrugged a bit.

"To a degree. I mean, you both had it in your blood already. I just had to coax it out." he admitted. Sawyer's brow furrowed.

"What do you mean, it was in our blood?" he asked. Mac smirked a little.

"Don't you know? Almost three quarters of Birchwood descend from werewolves. It was the only way to settle this land originally. I mean, my big brother and Parker's dad were best friends growing up. Almost more than best friends to be honest. And then on top of that, seeing you two pine away for each other every year at the festival, I mean come on. There's a line between romantic and tragic. You two needed a push." Mac said. The two eighteen year olds were staring at him in disbelief for several moments, but it was Parker that broke the silence.

"We need rings, uh, wedding rings. Not silver for obvious reasons." Parker said. Mac's eyes lit up in delight at that.

"Wedding rings..." he whispered, "Congratulations! I'm so happy for the both of you!" he said, moving over to pull them into a tight hug, each of their faces sinking into his beard. They both felt oddly warm and safe until the craftsman finally let go, "I think I have just the ones for you, although I was working on something new as well. It might be a good companion piece, something to keep the nights cozy and warm." Parker and Sawyer watched the shopkeeper move over to a display and open it up, revealing another creation. The long leather cords indicated that these pieces of metal were also necklaces, and much as the first they were carefully designed to be fit together as two pieces of a whole, but this time they were the shape of two distinctly animalistic wolves rolling in a ball together.

"We'll take the set." Parker said without hesitation, his mind already starting to picture just what the new pendants might do to them.