How Not to Be a Werewolf

Story by FakeMan on SoFurry

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A man finds out his friends are actually werewolves, and that he actually is not.


Disclaimer - This is absolutely not a guide on how to become a werewolf. It is however, possibly a guide to seducing a couple of 'em. (This is a work of pornographic fiction. Do not read if it would be illegal for you to do so.)

How Not to Be a Werewolf

Albert counted himself lucky. Ever since he was young, he'd always been the chubby kid with glasses. However, his life was starting to improve. He'd been making steady gains at the gym since he'd found his two gym buddies, Mark and Logan, about a year ago. He'd finally shed most of the weight he'd put on over the pandemic, and had become good friends with the duo.

Mark was shorter, a wiry man with a mane of blonde hair and a neatly cropped beard. Though he wasn't heavy set, he absolutely seemed like the kind of guy you wanted on your side in a bar fight. He was kindhearted, but also had a lot of harrowing stories from the time he served in the military.

Logan stood almost a head taller than his partner, with dark olive skin and a bouncy mop of curly black hair that always fell down over his eyes. He didn't say much, but always radiated a sense that he was paying attention as you spoke to him. Although he had the muscles of a professional fighter, Albert couldn't imagine the quiet, sweet man hurting anyone.

Albert spent a lot of time hanging out with the two, both in the gym, and eventually outside of it: going to bars, playing pool, and occasionally seeing a few movies in the theaters with them. But there had always been something that struck Albert as strange. For three nights every month, they just kind of disappeared. They didn't answer their phones, and regardless of how many times he asked, they wouldn't tell him where they absconded to.

Albert had always been too curious for his own good. He followed their old jeep from a quarter mile back on the old forest road as the sun started to set. The excuses for why he needed to know cycled through his mind. If they were thieves or drug dealers, he wouldn't turn them into the police or anything, but he needed to know what they were into for his own safety. If they were in a cult, he'd need to be on his toes around them as well though neither of them had seemed particularly religious.

He slowed down as they turned into a gravel parking lot, giving them enough time to walk from the jeep into the forest before he pulled in and followed them, darting from tree to tree on either side of the trail in a way that made it very obvious he had learned his tailing practices from the Warner Brothers school of stealth.

Albert eventually heard his gym buddies crunching through the dry grass into a small meadow, the last rays of the sun fading as the full moon rose overhead. Albert's hearth thudded in his chest as he crept up to the side of the clearing, leaning out from behind the rough bark of a ponderosa pine to see that Logan and Mark were peeling off their shirts, tossing them to the side as they leaned in, hugging each other close, closing their eyes, and kissing with an intensity that Albert had never seen them express in public.

Albert's cheeks blazed. Mystery solved. He pushed himself back from the tree, about to leave, but then he heard something strange, a deep, feral growling.

He turned back to see both of his compatriots' bodies seeming to shimmer in the dim light. He squinted and looked closer. It was almost like they were growing . . . fur?

They ground their bodies together, distractedly unbuttoning and clawing off their pants. Albert's eyes widened. They actually had claws, fingers thickening and sprouting wicked curling talons. Their bodies twisted, thickening as fur rushed down from their shoulders. Logan's was pearly white, almost glowing in the moonlight as his dark hair turned into a shaggy white mop that still hung over his eyes like he was some huge humanoid sheep dog. Mark's fur turned into a slate grey fading to white on his chest as he leaned up, both of their faces growing into muzzles as they made out with noisy animal lapping, growing tails wagging behind them. Their boxers strained, bulges rubbing together as they continued with increasingly animal abandon.

Albert balled his hands into fists as he watched, his pulse quickening. He stormed into the meadow with a finger raised.

"You guys are werewolves, and you didn't tell me!?" he demanded of them, voice creaking slightly. "Is this how you're always in such good shape!?"

Logan and Mark pulled back from each other, golden eyes wide as they turned to find Albert advancing towards them. Logan licked his chops, long tongue lazily curling over his black, leathery nose as he looked towards Mark with a shrug.

Mark elbowed the white wolf in the ribs, and the larger wolf rolled his eyes, snorting dismissively before trying his best to look shocked.

Mark cleared his throat, whiskers twitching as he placed a paw down to obscure the bulge in his bright orange boxers. "Oh, uh, Albert. We didn't see you there," his voice was deeper, a gravely animal growl. "That's uhh, not really how the whole werewolf thing works, ya know? It's only for the full moon." He looked down at himself, cheeks fluffing up. The definition of his pecs and abs were clear even though the dense plush coat of his fur.

"No way. You guys have to turn me into a werewolf." Albert strode up, staring up at the two of them through his round-lensed glasses. "Come on. I bet I'd be super good at it!" His eyes wandered over their chiseled, animal bodies hungrily. "You know how long I've been working on this . . ." He gestured towards his own body through his white, button up shirt. Though there was some strength there, his form remained somewhat rounded.

Logan leaned down, poking his muzzle against Albert's head and taking a deep sniff. He looked towards Mark and shrugged, shaking his head. Mark's nose twitched as well, his whiskers stretching out as he considered Albert's scent.

"Look, I'm sorry we kept this a secret from you, but it's kind of, well, you know, private. Also, you're not really werewolf material. We can smell it. You're more of a . . . well, not a wolf," he finished with a theatrical shrug.

"Come on!" Albert protested, pushing his glasses back up his nose. "Just bite me. I'd make a fantastic werewolf!"

"Well, you don't really understand this whole werewolf thing. Really, there's nothing we can do, you're just not a wolf." Mark reached in and placed a paw on Albert's shoulder in exaggerated remorse.

"Oh, come on. You guys are like my only friends. I promise I won't show anybody. I'll do anything. Please," Albert begged.

"No way. We can't . . ." Mark protested before Logan reached up and interrupted him with a paw on his fluffy shoulder.

The huge white werewolf considered, looking down at the smaller man and then back to Mark, nose twitching. He seemed to like the way the human smelled.

Mark rolled his eyes and turned back. Even as Albert continued his supplications, his lips turned up in a wry smile like he'd just had a fantastic idea.

Albert's complaints were interrupted as Mark leaned down, grabbed his shoulders, and pulled the man towards him. His words were muffled as the grey wolf shoved his huge muzzle against his lips, wet pink tongue invading his mouth as the werewolf pulled him into a strange, feral kiss.

Logan snickered as he watched Albert's eyes fall half-lidded, Mark's flat animal tongue entwining with the man's own as the wolf hungrily lapped into his mouth. The towering white wolf slowly peeled off his boxers, kicking off the straining material. He reached between his legs, gently squeezing his heavy plush white balls, the throbbing tip of his pink canine erection slowly bulging up from his sheath. He walked behind Albert as the man leaned into the strange kiss. Grinding forwards with his hips against the back of the man's shirt, Logan's cock left a streak of wet pre against the thin white cloth.

Albert moaned into Mark's lupine maw. He blinked, pupils pulling into vertical slits, unlike the rounded pools of black of the two wolves' eyes. The darkness seemed less and less oppressive as his irises burned with a coppery glow. His jaws ached, heat and pressure blossoming as his teeth sharpened and his tongue pressed out, wrapping around in a manic tangle with Mark's own. His nose darkened to a petit, black leathery point, nostrils flaring as his eyes flew wide. The wolves smelled amazing. The spicy musk of their canine lust hung heavy in the air, their arousal sinking into his senses, making his own shaft strain against his slacks.

The changing man's moans turned into muffled protest as Logan hooked his massive claws under the collar of his shirt, pulling in both directions and ripping the thin white fabric away from Albert's body in one decisive motion.

Albert pulled back from the kiss, gasping.

"Hey! That was my work shirt. It cost . . . mmmmph." He was interrupted as Logan wrapped a paw around his neck. A wide padded white finger curled up his chin before sliding into his maw, pressing down against his tongue as whiskers prickled out the side of his growing muzzle. Albert melted in his grasp, moans becoming higher pitched as he felt the slick wet tip of Logan's erection smear clear heat against his back which cooled immediately in the still twilight air.

Albert sucked instinctually on the finger that swabbed around his mouth, feeling a wave of heat pass over him as a cascade of thick fur spread out from the cooling wolfish lust smeared on his back. He groaned happily seeing the fluffy whiteness bloom on his chest, completely unaware of the wave of brilliant orange spreading over his back and shoulders.

Mark reached in, rubbing Albert's ears between his fingers, flesh twitching as it pulled out. Velvety fur grew in as they pulled up into twitching triangles, black at the tips, orange at the base, with white fluff on the insides. His close-cropped brown hair was engulfed in a wave of orange as his pelt covered his increasingly animal head.

The feeling of the fur was so distracting that he hardly noticed as Logan lowered himself onto his knees behind him. It wasn't until the cold nose snuffled against his lower back that his spine arched in surprise. The white wolf licked his chops, biting down at the thick leather of Albert's belt and then yanking back with a drawn out, shrrrrrip, tearing a huge hole in his pants and ripping his underwear clean off, revealing his throbbing erection to the cool night air.

"That was made of real buffalo leather," Albert complained, higher pitched voice unable to sound angry, instead whining with barely controlled excitement.

"Oh, no!" Mark exclaimed with exaggerated concern. "If it's that valuable, we'll have to make sure we pay you back then." He grinned, draping himself against Albert with theatrical flair, paws sliding down the changing man's body as he dropped to his knees. "I can see one thing that you might like some help with." He spared a side-eyed glance over at Albert's throbbing member before nuzzling in against it with his soft grey and white cheek fluff. "Would helping with this pay for your clothes, hmm?"

Albert panted, unable to pull his eyes away from the werewolf nuzzling against his crotch. "Yes!" he cried out automatically, cheek fur fluffing up as he realized just how eager he was becoming. "Please, I just . . . I waaaaaaangp!" His halting words rose into a yip of surprise as Logan's warm, wet tongue slipped into the crack of his ass and ground up against his bared hole. He squirmed as Logan lapped in again and again. His flesh bulged, bones creaking as the nub of a growing tail pressed out just above his ass. Logan reached up, grabbing the nub between his fingers and yanking it, feeling Albert's ass tighten against his tongue as each new vertebra creaked out, wriggling length fluffing up into brilliant orange with a black and white tip.

Mark snuffled in from the front, hot tongue sliding up from Albert's balls, letting them pat back down as he licked up the changing man's shaft. Albert moaned out, reaching down and wrapping his hands around the grey wolf's head, lupine ears twitching between his fingers as the beast opened his balmy maw wide and engulfed the man's shaft in sucking warmth. As he suckled in on the throbbing flesh between his fangs, Mark could taste the man change, nose huffing in as the scent of an overwhelmed human shifted into the overbearing slutty reek of male fox.

Logan lapped in harder, yanking back on Albert's growing tail as the fur fluffed out thicker between his fingers. He could feel Albert's ring of pink muscle stretching each time his tail tugged, writhing out to fluffy vulpine prominence. One of the white wolf's paws stroked between his legs, coaxing out the carmine length of his thick canine maleness. He squeezed Albert's increasingly rounded rump with his other paw as he forced his tongue into the changing man's tight passage, twisting around his clenching insides as Albert's moans of pleasure turned into wordless yapping, his mind overcome with animal lust.

Mark's cheeks bulged as something swelled between his jaws. He slathered Albert's changing cock in wolfish affection. The shaft's skin thinned down, flavor becoming electric as the tip pulled into an animal point. The man's balls tensed and churned, swelling in their sack as a light dusting of white fur raced down to cover it. Mark opened his jaws, strings of spittle and pre splitting as he revealed Albert's changed maleness: a bright red throbbing fox cock, turgid knot of flesh at the base pulsing, tickled by the silky white fur of his sheath.

"Wha . . . is, is that?" Albert stammered out, trying to understand his changing body.

"That's your knot, you foxy little slut." Mark grinned, reaching out and tracing along the base of it with the back of a claw. "I bet you like that don't you?"

"F-fox? But I'm a werewolf. I'm . . ." Albert protested even as he looked down at his body: dark fur on his arms and legs, white on his belly, and brilliant orange on his back and sides. Just saying the word "fox" made something boil inside the pit of his stomach. The idea of being a lithe, sultry vulpine overwhelmed his mind with new desires.

"Oh really?" Mark stood up to his full height, towering over Albert. Instead of growing, the man was even shorter than before, body slimming down into something graceful and petit. Mark reached down and stroked his own erection, licking his chops as his knot pulsed and slid out of his sheath. Albert couldn't look away, licking his lips. Mark stepped forwards, grinding his hefty balls and knot against the tip of Albert's comparatively small vulpine cock.

"Are you sure? Because it looks more like you're just a slutty little fox who can't stop thinking about what it would be like to be with a real wolf, hmm? You want more don't you?" Mark teased.

Albert tried to look away, but that throbbing spire of wolf flesh was mesmerizing, pre glistening in the moonlight as it leaked from the chiseled tip.

"Tell us how much you want it, foxy boy." Albert ground forward with his hips.

"Please . . ." Albert moaned, his stomach twisting with need. His whiskers twitched, taking in the virile masculinity of the wolves and his own needy smell permeating the air.

"Please what?" Mark asked impishly, licking his chops.

"Please, just fuck me. I need you. Please_, please_, just use me. I can't stand it anymore!" Albert shrieked, entire body trembling, cock leaking with need.

"Good foxy. All you had to do was ask," Mark simpered.

Albert eeped as two wide white paws grabbed his legs just above his knees. His coppery eyes opened in surprise, ears folding back as he was hoisted into the air, his back resting against the plush fur and strong muscles of Logan's chest. His cock bobbed as he writhed in the steely grasp of the huge white wolf, reaching back and grabbing pawfuls of plush white fur. His shoes fell from his dangling feet as they creaked and swelled out into petit fox paws. He felt Logan's breath puff between his ears as the white wolf bucked his hips, throbbing red tip of his girthy wolf shaft poking against Albert's entrance, smearing his twitching fox hole with warm pre.

"Deep breaths, slut," Mark advised as Logan thrust up with his hips again and again, poking against the fox's balls and tail before finally sliding into him with a wet, heavy shove.

Logan hissed in a breath, feeling the new fox's insides squeeze around his stiff shaft like a vice as Albert squealed, wriggling in pleasure in his grasp. The werewolf bared his fangs, beginning to thrust in earnest, letting Albert slide down lower and lower on his canine cock until his knot bumped up against the fox's straining entrance, clenching against him with every spasmodic wag of his fluffy orange tail.

"There we go. Isn't this a better place for a slutty little fox like yourself?" Mark stepped in, grinding his throbbing cock against Albert's own bobbing member. The new fox writhed in pleasure, words dissolving into huffing high pitched squeaks and yips. Mark reached out with a broad paw, squeezing their members together, red flesh throbbing as he moved down and mashed his thick knot against Albert's own smaller bulge.

The changing man's yapping ululations came out in halting bursts as Logan began to ram his knot against the new fox's stretched hole, spreading him a little wider each time. His tailhole blossomed with heat and tight pleasure each time, the wolf's heavy thrusting thudding a rhythm of animal lust into his mind.

"I'm gonna, I'm gonna . . ." Albert cried out, tail lashing.

"Not yet, my little pet." Mark slid his paw back up to the tip of the fox's shaft that only rose halfway up the side of his own lupine cock. "You don't get off until you take the knot. I know you're worried that he might not fit, but I know you can take it. Foxes are nothing if not flexible." He squeezed their cocks together with the last word, making Albert writhe and moan as both of their shafts quivered and leaked out dribbles of pre that dripped down between them.

"There you go," Mark crooned as Albert closed his eyes, trying to process all the sensations and the fire of lust smoldering inside of him. "Just focus on taking that knot. Imagine it, throbbing inside of you." He ground his shaft against Albert's own.

Logan thrust in even harder, bucking up with his hips and slamming Albert down against his knot over and over, thudding jackhammer insistency shaking the foundations of the new fox's mind with heated waves of pleasure. His ass stretched, the first part of the knot sliding in, stretching him wide around it before pulling back and ramming in over and over. Albert groaned out as the arms around him tightened their grip. He felt Logan's growl resonate through his body as the white wolf shoved in, not pulling back, knot forcing him wide, muscles blazing with pleasure that bordered on pain before the cock slammed in, locked inside his ass with a heavy, meaty thud and a lupine howl of bliss.

"Good fox," Mark simpered. His paw pumped down, squeezing their knots together, slickened leathery paw pads grasping below their swollen bulbs of flesh.

The new fox's eyes flew wide open, tail windmilling out beside him as his ass wrenched down around the huge pulsing knot trapped inside of him. His ears folded back, paws grasping at Logan's white fur as the heat bubbled over in his insides, pressure too much to bear.

Logan's grip tightened on Albert's legs as the white wolf bent in, biting down on the scruff of the fox's neck while his cock shuddered, knot squeezed by the undulating waves of tugging insistence from Albert's ass. The white wolf's balls clenched, knot swelling as he came, hot gouts of thick milky wolf cum splashing into Albert's needy insides.

Albert squealed and chittered as Mark ground their knots together. His own cock shuddered, tail jerking as his entire body tensed.

Mark grasped in with both of his paws, wrapping around their knots and tugging as they both erupted in twin streams of musky cum that spattered down against their fur.

Albert's ass wrenched around Logan's knot every time he came, causing the white wolf to keep thrusting against him, dragging him up and down as the fangs tightened against his shoulder.

Mark joined in with Logan's howl as he reached climax, his massive cock shuddering and splashing rope after rope of cum against Albert's fluffy white chest and hungry muzzle. Though the new fox's shaft was smaller, he came over and over again, jolting out massive white spatters of vulpine essence as they ground together.

It didn't stop, their manic, feral energy coaxing them on to new heights, the fox squirming as he was filled and covered in splashes of hot, animal cum. It felt like it took ages for their throbbing lust to die down, spasms of pleasure drifting further apart before Logan's jaws finally unclamped from the new fox's fur.

Logan sighed in satisfaction, squatting down and falling back against the grass, dragging Albert with him as his huge knot remained locked firmly in the fox's tender ass. His strong white furred arms wrapped around the fox's chest as he licked a dribble of seed from one of his twitching, dark ears.

Mark joined them, laying down in the tall grass, pulling himself close, snuggling against the fox as their breathing began to slow.

"Not bad, foxy. Not bad," he huffed. He leaned in, pressing his muzzle against Albert's own as they shared a slow, comfortable kiss.

They enjoyed the silence for a while, tails gently wagging as they stared up at the moon.

"Thank you guys. That was great." Albert broke the silence, nuzzling back against Logan's chest.

"Good. Not too rough for you?" Mark asked, walking his fingers up to the fox's head and tussling his fur.

"No, it was perfect," the fox sighed, thin black lips curling into a grin. "Although you can go harder next time if you really want to . . ."

Mark chuckled as Logan rolled his eyes.

"You know, this is the fourth time you figured out we were werewolves, right?" the grey wolf asked sardonically.

"Was it?" the fox asked impishly. "I guess it just always slips my mind . . ."

"Well, I guess we'll just have to keep teaching you your lesson then, won't we, foxy boy?"

"Mmmhmm," Albert purred, closing his eyes as his panting slowed. "That you will," he mumbled as he drifted off to sleep, sandwiched between the warm bulk of the two ferocious, fluffy werewolves.