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Keep the soccer ball close. Use the front of my cleats. Keep an eye out for my teammates. The other team's defenders are honing in on me, blocking my path.

I move swiftly. Swerve to the left. Feign a right, then go left again. There's an opening.

"Otto!" I call to get his attention before kicking the ball.

It threads the needle between the other players' legs and he catches it. I'm tired, but I keep running, keeping up with the other strikers. The goal is up ahead. All he needs to do is to pass it to the wolf to score the goal.

"Draco!"

Wait, why is he passing it back to me? I'm not in the right--

He kicks it, but the ball doesn't come towards me. Instead, it hurtles through the air towards the wolf.

"Oh shit, Decro! I mean Decro!"

Too late. There's a nasty thud as it ricochets off the wolf's head and he falls to the ground. Coach blows the whistle three times, calling off the game.

"Don't crowd around, give him space to breathe." He shoos the other players away before crouching down beside the wolf. "You alright?"

"Give me a sec, Coach," the wolf winces as he rubs his head.

"How many fingers am I holding up?"

"Three."

"Okay good." He stands up to face us. "We'll end today's training here. Team A, good job on your passes. Team B, you gotta work better on your guards, but your communication is pretty good. Go do your own cooldowns, I'll see you next Tuesday."

Everyone disperses.

"Oh and Draco, stay back." Coach shouts to me. "I've got something for you."

Hmm? As I jog over, Coach helps the wolf to his feet.

"Go get some rest over the weekend." He tells the wolf. "I don't think you have a concussion, but keep a lookout. If your headache persists, go see a doctor. Got it?"

The wolf nods. When he sees me, his eyes narrow. I return with a glare, but he's already limping away.

What the heck is his problem?

"Ah Draco, come follow me to the store."

The wolf doesn't look back at us, so I trudge across the muddy field behind Coach. The store is a small, dusty shed where we keep the hoops, cones, and other equipment we use during training. I stay outside while Coach goes into the dingy shed. I hear some rustling and he emerges with plastic-wrapped soccer kits.

"Are those--"

"Yeap. Welcome to the team." He smiles and hands them to me.

The jerseys are made from black spandex. My name is printed in blue ink across the front of all the shirts, along with my player number 36. The shorts are a matching black and blue.

"Damn."

"Everyone has the same reaction." He chuckles.

I should say something but words fail me. Coach gives me a strong pat on the back.

"You've earned it boy. Good job on your first training, and go enjoy the weekend."

"Thanks, Coach."

I feel like I'm floating as I walk away. I'm part of the team. THE Silverleaf College soccer team. They've been winning the Golden Cup Championships for the past 6 years. First, we'll be playing the quarter-finals, then the semi-finals, and finally the finals. The Golden Cup trophy will be ours if we win. Most of our alumni end up on the big league teams. I'm on the first step of an amazing journey.

The magical moment ends as I step into the locker room. Dirt-coated cleats, sweaty jerseys, and muddy footprints are scattered everywhere. I guess even the best college soccer team isn't immune against muddy messes.

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I'm not supposed to be here, but it's a Saturday and nobody will be here to catch me. I open the sturdy mahogany doors and step into the Student Council changing room. Unlike the locker room next to the field, this place is impeccable. The spotless floor has a laminated finish that looks like fine wood, contrasting the once-white tiles in the sports locker room. The wall panels are clean beneath the soft orange lights on the ceiling.

A wall-mounted mirror spans the length of a counter where there are hair-dryers, face wipes, and other toiletries. Locker shelves are neatly arranged in rows. I bet they work properly too, not like half the lockers in the sports changing rooms with broken hinges and misaligned padlock slots. Heck, these even have built-in locks.

I chuck my bag on a bench, strip to my underwear, and grab a change of clothes. Helping myself to the clean towels that were folded on a small table, I head to the adjacent bathrooms. It's great I don't have to look for a stall with a working lock. I'm sure the soccer team doesn't mind the broken latches, but I like my privacy. I lock the door and I take a shower.

By the time I finish, I'm smelling of lavender from the soap provided in the shower stall. It's already 7 PM; I must've enjoyed my shower a bit too much because I spent 30 minutes there. Bleh. I should head home and savour what's left of my weekend. I'm putting on my shorts when I catch a glimpse of my topless self in the mirror.

Hmm.

I open the plastic wrap of a kit. The jersey is made of silky spandex. It's so soft and light that it feels like it's flowing out of my fingers. I change into the jersey shorts, pulling it over my boxer briefs. It's snug around my crotch to make sure it wouldn't get in the way while I'm running, but it's hugging my package in a sensual way. Hot damn. I put on the shirt next. It stretches as I pull it over my head and slides effortlessly across my scales. I shiver from the coolness of the material.

I'm in heaven.

I admire the uniform in the mirror. The shirt hugs my body closely, bringing out the curves of my muscles. My name is emblazoned across the front of the shirt. The Silverleaf soccer team. My face in the mirror grins eagerly back at me.

"You're not supposed to be here," a gruff voice says.

I turn around. It's the wolf from the soccer team, the one who got hit earlier. Crap, I forgot he was in the Student Council.

"Oh... uh, Decro, right?"

A flash of recognition crosses his face.

"You're Draco." He glares at me. "You're not supposed to be here."

"I figured nobody would be here on the weekend." I shrug. "Besides, this place will be cleaned by Monday morning."

"So you've been here before."

I want to kick myself so hard.

"This is a disciplinary issue. The Silverleaf soccer team has standards to uphold. We expect the best behavior from our players, but here you are on your first day of training and already you're--"

"What's your problem?" I'm shocked at my outburst. The wolf is just as surprised.

"Just because you're team captain doesn't mean you get to treat me like this. It's just a toilet."

For a second, I'm afraid he'd punch me. Or worse, report me to Coach and get me kicked from the team. Ugh, just when I'm getting excited about being on the team, too. Damn it, maybe I shouldn't have been so rash. Why did I think--

"Yeah." Decro sighs. "Sorry about that. It's been a rough week for me; the Student Council had to deal with the recent vandalism case, my literature team isn't pulling its weight for a presentation due next week, and now I get hit in the face by a soccer ball."

Huh? I wasn't expecting an apology from him. Shit, what do I do now?

"Eh! That's fine. I feel bad because Otto confused my name for yours."

"It isn't your fault, though. I shouldn't be taking out my frustration on you. I'm really sorry."

He looks genuinely sorry for what he's done, and my anger fades away.

"Apology accepted. Is... is your head okay? Where did it hit you?"

"Side of the face, about here." He points to his left temple.

"Sit down, let me take a look."

He drops his bag on the ground and takes a seat on the bench. I sit beside him and comb his fur aside. His pelt is soft, but the skin beneath is a horrible mix of purple and red.

"That's a nasty bruise." I grimace. "Give me a second, I have a cream for this."

"Cream?"

"Vitamin K." I rummage through my bag and fish it out. "Helps bruises heal faster."

I return to his side and squeeze a generous amount of the white cream on my fingers.

"Oww!"

"Hold still and let me apply it."

"You're pressing too hard."

"I'll be more gentle."

Decro is still wincing, but he doesn't pull away from my touch. I spread the cream over the bruise, making sure to cover every inch of it. It's almost the size of my palm and I have to squeeze another glob of cream to help.

The wolf breaks the silence. "Are you normally this touchy with other members of the team, or only the ones you find cute?"

"Wha?"

He nods at my other hand on his arm, and I quickly pull back.

"Wait! No! That's not-- I'm not--"

He chuckles, and my heart skips a beat. "I'm just teasing. You look cute when you're flustered like that."

"Stop playing around." I try to hide my blush, but my smile refuses to go away. "Let me finish applying the cream."

I edge back to him and continue tending to his bruise. I'm careful not to let my other hand wander again.

"I was serious though, you do look cute."

Is he trying to flirt with me? Because dammit, it's working.

He puts his hand on my thigh and gives me a gentle squeeze. I bite my lip to stifle an involuntary gasp.

This isn't happening, right?

I place my hand back on his arm and squeeze back. His fur is silky smooth. His muscles are firm and warm. It feels good. I hastily smear the rest of the cream so I can rub my other hand across his back. His spandex shirt stretches over his broad shoulders, pressing down the fur on his back. His shoulder blades form ridges across the smooth material.

"You... you look cute too," I admit.

He looks at me and grins. I've admired his looks from afar, but he's more handsome up close like this. His steel-blue eyes and piercing gaze. The chiselled angles of his jaw that frames his charismatic smile. Soft, silky fur against my skin.

I comb my fingers through the soft fur on his head. He closes his eyes and a contented grin spreads across his lips. I'm indulging myself too. His fur is silvery white, with grey tufts of fur weaving down his head and neck. There's a warm, fuzzy feeling within me as I stroke his neck.

"Someone's enjoying himself."

"So are you," I tease him back.

"Hmm. Tell you what."

He opens his eyes and sits up. With a swift motion, he tugs the bottom of his shirt and slides it effortlessly off him. He turns around so that he's straddling the bench, facing me with his bare chest.

"Come close."

I hesitate. This isn't a wise choice, is it? I shouldn't be getting so intimate with the captain of the soccer team. We need to keep this professional.

"Relax."

Huh?

The tension in my body eases up.

"Take a deep breath."

I comply.

"Let it fill out your chest. Let it spread through your body."

It feels good. I feel at ease.

"Listen to me. Come."

His last word fills me like a command. I crawl on the bench towards him and kneel.

"You want to feel my fur, don't you?"

I nod.

"Don't be shy."

I lean in and rub my cheek against his chest. His fur greets me like a fleece scarf, caressing my face with its fluffy warmth. My hands find his sides, groping at his firm obliques as I brush my fingers through his snow white fur.

I feel like I'm back home, cuddling up in the folds of my warm blanket in the cold of winter. Like I'm sipping a cup of the sweetest hot chocolate in the world. Like I'm in the middle of a group hug with all my closest friends.

It's welcoming. It's comforting. It's perfect.

Is it awful of me to say I'm jealous?

"Feels good, doesn't it?"

I nod, my face still buried in his chest.

"Don't you wish you could have fur of your own?"

I nod again.

" Come , look into my eyes."

His fingers lightly cup my chin, guiding my gaze upwards into his blue eyes.

"Take a deep breath."

I inhale deeply and fully.

"As you breathe out, you sink deeper into my gaze."

I exhale, floating like a feather into the vast ocean of air in his eyes.

"You let go of your inhibitions."

I let go.

"When I say ' come', you obey my instructions."

I obey.

" Come , show me you want this body."

Of course I want this body.

I lean in. Decro's warm breaths wash over my forehead. I gaze at his sculpted chest, his chiselled pecs, his broad shoulders. I caress his forearms, tracing my way up his upper arms and shoulders. Muscles are sturdy beneath my firm squeezes. Eyes closed. Gentle rumble in his throat, a contented growl. His body sends tingles up my spine. Touching him feels like a forbidden pleasure and I'm crossing all the boundaries.

My fingers trace down his chest. I find his nipples and give them a light pinch. He huffs, bathing me in a blanket of his warm breath. My thumbs circle his areolae, massaging his pecs. The firmness of his flesh is satisfying.

"You really want to be a wolf, huh?" His smile sends my head reeling.

I nod.

"Then you've got to act like one. Come , use your muzzle."

I push my snout up against his neck and nuzzle it with my nose. His fur is like delicate silk, cascading all over my scales. I feel the warmth of his body. I feel the cool of his fur. The firmness of his muscles. The softness of his pelt.

"Good boy." He pats my head.

His deep voice sends overwhelming euphoria through me. I can't help but shudder.

Damn.

That feels so good.

His body draws me in like a flame and I'm a moth. Primal instincts take over and I nuzzle my way across his well-built shoulders. I stroke my snout across his chest. His sculpted pecs press against me. I feel his pulse.

" Come , take a deep breath."

I inhale. His scent fills my lungs, crisp and masculine.

"Exhale."

I let it all out. His aroma is intoxicating. I'm seeing colours.

"You feel yourself going deeper."

I go down his abs, wandering the mountains and valleys of his fuzzy torso. He tenses his muscles, then relaxes. His breaths are deep. His diaphragm pushes against me with each inhale. His hand caresses the back of my head with soft, soothing strokes.

"Your tail is wagging." He grins. "Good boy."

I'm a good boy. It's deeply validating to hear him say that. I nuzzle against his chest. His arms pull me in and he holds me close in a comforting embrace. His steady heartbeat is clear.

Ba-dum.

Ba-dum.

Ba-dum.

It feels good. He lets go and I return to my kneeling position. His gaze is tender and loving. I want to make him happy the way he makes me happy. I bow my head to accept more head pats.

" Come , bark for me."

B-bark?

I'm blushing hard. I... I couldn't. But I want to make him happy. His eyes are expectant. His smile is warm. I can do this. I bow my head and muster my courage. It starts with a soft growl in my throat, gathering momentum like a surging wave. I open my mouth and let the build-up of energy go.

"Ruff!"

Decro laughs in approval. I'm in bliss.

Say it.

Say I'm a good boy, please.

"Good boy."

I'm a mess, blushing uncontrollably in front of him. It feels so wonderful to make him happy. I can see it in his eyes.

"You're the perfect canine." He smiles. "Fur would look great on you."

Does he really think so?

My tail wags eagerly.

" Come , take off your shirt. Show me your body."

He wants me topless?

"Don't be shy."

My reservations dissolve and my body moves without resistance. I pull off my shirt and toss it aside. I'm proud to show myself to him, proud to make him happy. He strokes his palm down my chest and I shiver. His fur dances across my scales like a fuzzy blanket. I feel the imprint of his fluff wherever he touches me; the sensation of his pelt remains even after his hand is gone. I look down. Fur is spreading across my chest, replacing the scales that were once there. It's warm. I grin at Decro. He returns the smile and strokes the back of my head.

"You've been a good boy. Good boys deserve to be handsome wolves."

I nod excitedly.

Being a wolf sounds nice. I want to be a wolf, just like Decro.

"Close your eyes."

He puts his hand on my chest, indulging me with the silky sensations of his soft coat. The sensation lingers even after his fingers are gone. I touch my chest. There's fur where my scales once were. Decro's hands find mine and he gives me a reassuring squeeze.

"Relax."

Relax.

Decro is endowing me with fur. He's giving me a warm blanket of fluff, one to call my own.

"Breathe in."

My new pelt stirs with the rise of my chest.

"Breathe out."

I open my eyes. Where his hands caress my body, the spread of fur follows. He cups my hands in his, as if nurturing the growth of fur. His hands glide down my forearms, go around my elbows, up my shoulders. I tilt my head back, focusing my attention on his tender touch, his gentle strokes. My new fur is snow white except for patches of smokey grey, matching the markings on Decro's pelt.

The warmth he gives transcends the tangible, arousing a glowing carnality within me. I feel a sexual stirring; his touch is awakening my inner instincts, my primal urges. Before I can stop myself, my cock emerges from its slit, held snugly within the pouch in my trunks.

He swiftly grabs my chin and I gasp. His steel-blue eyes pierce my soul.

"Let's give you a muzzle worthy of a wolf. Worthy of me."

Yes, please...

He strokes my jaw, teasing it outwards. I feel a tingly feeling in my snout as it elongates, tapering at the end. My nostrils gather at its point, darkening to form a canid nose. Whiskers sprout from the sides of my new muzzle.

"You look good."

It's perfect.

He chuckles. I follow his gaze to my crotch, where my erection forms a tent in my soccer shorts.

Oh fuck. Not like this. I don't want him to see my--

"Relax."

His voice calms my flustered panic.

"It's okay. Breathe in."

Breathe in.

"Breathe out."

Breathe out.

He presses his palm on the top of my tent and closes his hand around my shaft. A squeeze. I gasp in surprise and pleasure, leaning forward into Decro's chest. He massages my member with firm clenches, eliciting involuntary moans from me.

Oh god, oh fuck...

I press my forehead against his chest, venting my arousal through shallow huffs. My breaths draw in more of his scent, his aroma. My hips shift, cock tenses, pelvic muscles clench.

I'll do anything for--

"Anything?"

I nod.

"Bare your body to me."

I--I...

" Come , be brave like a wolf."

Courage wells up in my chest.

Be like a wolf.

I let out a bark and Decro pats my head.

"Good boy. Go on."

Remaining on the bench, I hastily slide my shorts down and toss it to the floor. I return to my kneeling position under his watchful eye. He reaches for my dick and strokes it.

"You look good. So eager, so attentive."

I nod, and my gaze lowers to his crotch. An urge rises within me, instinct-driven and feral. I want to go for it, to use my snout to serve him. I hesitate. I don't want to cross any boundaries and push him away.

"Let go of your inhibitions." Decro breaks my train of thoughts. "What do you want to do?"

"I-- I want to..."

I want to pleasure him.

Inching closer, I lean forward. My hands are on his thighs. I dive in with my snout. His scent hits me with a surge of ecstasy. I lose all control, nuzzling and stroking, pushing and kneading. His manhood forms a firm bulge in his shorts, the focus of my attention. I close my eyes and feel my way around. The ridge of his sheath, the curves of his orbs. I push my snout beneath his package and gently nudge it up.

He gasps. His hands grip my head, squeezing the back of my neck. I let out a soft moan. Opening my maw, I gently nip at his jewels.

"Mhngg..." Decro thrusts his hips forward.

I close my lips around his maleness and give them a lick. Licking turns into sucking, lightly squeezing his package in my maw. His flesh is firm in my oral grip. Just feeling his bulge isn't enough; I want all of it.

"Use your maw like a good pup."

I bite the top of his shorts and tug it down with a turn of my head. Decro obliges, lifting his hips so his shorts slip down to his thighs. His manhood forms a sizable bulge in his black compression trunks. My instincts and desires take over, and I lean forward. My nose seems to have grown more sensitive; I can smell his light musk, his keen arousal.

I dive in and press my snout against his crotch. It's easier to trace the shape of his privates through the form-fitting material of his underwear. His balls are round and ample, pressing back with its hefty weight as I push up against it. He leans back, shifting his hips and rubbing his bulge against my face. I open my maw and wrap my lips around his jewels, gently sucking on them in the warmth of my maw.

"Gngh..."

Decro grabs the back of my head and clenches, pushing me deeper against his crotch, his maleness. His groans of pleasure bring joy to me. My tongue kneads his flesh, and he bucks his hips.

God, his moans are cute.

I move my mouth up to where his cock is. My lips close around it. His tapered tip is emerging from its fuzzy sheath, and I go for it fervently. Each squeeze of my mouth around his dick makes it clench in response. His arousal grows more apparent as I serve his manhood. His girthy shaft makes an appearance next, and I eagerly put my maw to good use. His compression trunks taste of him as I massage his rod with my mouth.

I need more.

I bite the elastic of his underwear and tug it down. Decro assists me, pulling it to his knees. His cock is erect before me, standing in all its glory. I'm not holding back. I lick the underside of his dick, stroking upwards until I come to his tip. He's already leaking pre. Closing my lips around the tip of his primed rod, I go down on him. He's big, and I almost struggle to take it all in. I try anyway; anything to make him happy.

Up and down, up and down. I feel the throb of his pulse. I feel the clench of his shaft. I feel the buck of his hips. As I suck him off, my lips close around a rounded part of his shaft. His knot is out. My tongue caresses it with keen strokes, coating every inch of his meat with natural lubricant. He combs the fur on my head with his fingers. My scalp is tingling with his magic touch.

I'll prove I'm worthy of the maw he's given me.

Steeling myself, I push forward.

"Mngh!" God, it's filling out my throat.

"You're doing well. Such a good boy."

"Mmh." I'll show him I'm an expert at being a canine, that this maw is meant for me.

I'm sucking him with all my effort. Each bob of my head travels his entire length. The head, the shaft, the knot, then back up again. My lips squeeze, my tongue strokes. I use my hand to play with his fuzzy balls, teasing them with light grips.

Decro's breaths are deep and powerful. He's close, I can feel it. His pleasure is mine. I take the fullness of his sceptre in my mouth, squeezing my lips around the base of his knot and holding it tight. My tongue works its wonders with passionate strokes.

"Oh fuck..." He's trembling.

I suck hard, clenching snugly around his meat. His balls are huge and loaded, and I give them a soft knead. It's enough to send him over the edge.

"Hfnf!" His hips jerk forward with primal power.

A gush of his warmth fills my mouth with its silky texture. I almost choke as I hastily gulp down his essence. It's a potent mix of sweet and salty, and I lick it up. His sensitive dick shudders as I clean his shaft and knot. I slurp up the last drop and sit back up, licking my lips.

"You're..." He huffs. "You're good with your maw. Good boy."

He pats my head and I feel that inner warmth again. My cheesy grin is plastered on my face, but I don't care. Nothing else matters. He rubs the top of my head, ruffling the fur.

"Did you like the taste of a proper wolf cock?"

"Ruff!" I do!

"Let's get you a knot."

Don't I already have one? I'm a wolf.

"Not yet," Decro reassures me, "but soon. Come close."

I edge closer to him so my knees straddle his thighs. He grips my shaft lightly, squeezing my erect flesh as he moves towards my tapered tip. A bead of precum escapes the slit at my apex. He massages my length. Squeezing. Teasing. Milking. With each stroke, I feel less resistance as the ridges of my cock level out. My hands grip his shoulders, kneading his sturdy muscles.

I shudder. His fingers trace a roundness at the base of my red rod. He's giving me my knot. White fur grows around it. He continues stroking it, closing his palm around its bulbous form. I gasp.

"You're a good wolf, aren't you?"

I nod.

"Much better than being a dragon."

"But..."

But why would I want to be a dragon?

My cock is fully canine. My fur is white.

Why would I want to be a dragon?

How could I be anything but a dragon?

"What's your name?"

"D...dra..."

"Let's help you remember."

He picks up a soccer jersey from the floor, the name "Decro" emblazoned across the chest.

"Decro?"

I take it from him. It smells of him. It smells of me. I put it on, letting it hug the curves of my muscles. My fur peeks out above the collar and under the sleeves.

This feels right.

" Come , ride me."

No more inhibitions.

I move forward so our bodies are touching, my abs against his chest. His erect shaft presses eagerly against my pucker. It's wet from my saliva, so the tip slides in almost effortlessly. I lower myself, letting his sceptre delve deeper into me. He tenses his cock, and I clench back. I go down a bit more, feeling his meat spread me open. Just when I feel I can't take any more, his knot presses against my entrance.

God, it's big.

I push a bit more, relaxing my ring of muscles to let his bulb in.

"You can do it," Decro encourages me. "Just a bit more."

He thrusts his hips, plunging the rest of the knot into me and filling out my insides with his girth. I gasp, taking a moment to recover from the incredible size. I'm hugging him, pulling his head against my chest to endure the overwhelming sensations. Pain turns into pleasure, and I squeeze my inner tunnel around his length.

"I'll take it slow."

He gently lowers his hips and his knot escapes me with a wet, muted pop.

"Gnahh..."

He slides out of me. I clench my pucker around his rod, feeling it taper out to the tip before he pushes into me again.

"Oh fuuuuckk..."

I take his knot more easily this time.

"Better?"

I nod. "Keep going."

He ploughs into me again and again. I rise and fall to each thrust, letting the entirety of his hardness enter me. His motions are swift and powerful now, shoving his hefty momentum against my rear. I'm lost in the haze of pleasure, riding on the wave of his energetic impulses. He keeps going.

Our moans fill the changing room. My eyes are closed, but I see colours swirling in my vision. His rocket within me consumes all my focus. Decro's pumps get rougher and more vigorous. I clench my rear, milking his cock for all its worth. My hands grips his shoulders with all my might. His arms support me at the hips as I ride his cock.

I'm close, I can feel it. I keep up my energy, moving up and down in time with Decro. Each time he slams into me, a burst of euphoria fills me. His huffs are hot and flustered, caressing my chest with their warmth. Our pelts rub against each other. We're two wolves in heat, indulging in carnal pleasures too much for this world.

"I'm cumming!"

He gives one last shove and pulls me down onto his knot. His wolf spunk floods my insides and I feel his heat. It's enough to send me over the edge too, and I shoot my load all over his chest. His pelvic muscles clench repeatedly, yielding the last drops of his wolf nut into me.

The sound of our heavy breathing fills the room. He puts his arms around me and pulls me close, squeezing my spent cock between me and his chest. His dick throbs inside my creamed tunnel.

My eyes are still closed. I'm trembling.

God, it feels so fucking good.

He feels so fucking good.

We rest for a few moments in the cool breeze of the air conditioning, letting it chill our heated bodies. I can feel his heartbeat against me, full of vitality and strength.

It's amazing.

It's amazing to be a--

I feel a lurching sensation as he lifts me up. I'm still tied to him by his engorged knot, so he supports my body as he lays me on the bench, facing up at him. My legs are spread on either side of him, held close to my chest by his thighs.

"How was that?"

"It was intense." I grin.

"Good boy." He ruffles the fur on my head. "Mmm, it's so much easier to give you head pats now your horns are gone."

Horns? I don't have horns.

"Of course you don't. Wolves don't have horns."

Yup. I'm a wolf, just like Decro. I'm Decro.

I face myself. My handsome face, pointed muzzle, white pelt. I'm shaped in his likeness, a manifestation of his identity.

"Much better than being a dragon." He chuckles.

Me? A dragon? Was I a dragon before?

I try to imagine it, but it feels weird. I don't think I've ever been a dragon.

"What's your name?"

"Decro."

"Good boy." He rubs my head and grins at my reaction. "You look cute like that."

"Thanks."

He leans in and rests his head on my shoulder, nuzzling against my neck. It's soft, it's warm, it's perfect.

He's perfect.

I'm perfect.

Two wolves, one identity, tied together in the aftermath of our hedonistic indulgence.

"Feels good to be me, doesn't it?"

I nod. "Feels too damn good."

We cuddle in silence, letting the soft afterglow sink in like a blanket.

A brief thought comes to mind. "Should we tell Coach?"

He ponders for a moment.

"Nah."

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~ End ~