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Fling was sleeping peacefully next to his boyfriend of almost one year, the love of his life, the strong, muscular, but still gentle and loving wolf, Douglas. The two had met on the first day of November of the previous year and they were already nearing the end of October- an occasion that both of them were thinking about quite a bit- albeit for two very different reasons. The fox couldn't wait to confess his love to his partner once again after so many times, but with one year having passed proving the strength of their bond and their chemistry as a couple.

The wolf truly did feel the same in adoring his boyfriend, but he also knew that something else was coming with the passing of October. Something that he was never prepared for and was deathly ashamed of admitting, but still attempted to hide each time it came out. It never came this early though, it always happened on the last day or the one before that, he should have been safe then... But then who knows what triggers it anyway? He cuddled up to his future husband and hoped for the best as they peacefully fell asleep.

The room was bright, and even though it was nearing midnight, it seemed as though they were late in the evening, just when the sun had set beyond the horizon but its light still weakly reached the people's eyes. That wasn't so far from the truth, as it was the sun's light that illuminated the room, only that it was reflected from the large full moon outside, with no clouds in the sky to block any of its brightness.

The wolf snored up in his sleep, even though he was still dreaming, he somehow felt that something was going wrong with him. Still holding on tight to his partner, he could feel a bit of tingling all over his body, which was still not enough to wake him up. His fur had started growing longer, his well shaven features being disfigured by the rogue, unordered patches growing all over his body. He felt- or maybe just dreamed, he really couldn't be sure- a slight pressure in his maw, as if his teeth had started growing longer, his mouth enlarging to fit all of it inside. If he had been wearing his pants that had a hole at his bottom to let his tail out, it would have certainly been ripped to be bigger, as his tail got noticeably larger, heavier and bushier. But he was sleeping naked under the blanket, having just finished some quick fun with his partner before falling asleep.

One of his paws was holding onto Fling's arm, gently squeezing it. However this squeeze got stronger and stronger as his paws and muscles grew in size, which still might not have been enough to wake the fox up, if it wasn't for the claws that also got longer, so long in fact that Douglas wasn't able to keep them retracted anymore as they gently burrowed into his boyfriend's skin.

The fox felt a sharp pain in his arm which woke him up from his deep sleep, but he wasn't awake enough to open his eyes just yet. Muttering something along the lines of "Morning already?" and "Hey, that hurts!" he swept the wolf's paws off his arm, hoping to get at least just five more minutes of snoozing. It barely felt like he got an hour!

Douglas awoke to his hand being grabbed and tossed aside. He gently opened his eyes to look around, but he suddenly felt something on himself. In fact, all over himself, he looked down to see piles of fur having grown on him in a matter of perhaps only minutes, and he knew that this could only have meant one thing. He panicked, but knew that it was already too late, his mind would be gone before he could quietly sneak out of bed and leave the room. He growled in frustration, but the growl turned out to be much louder than he had expected it to be.

"What are you growling for? Do I already have to go or..." Fling opened his eyes and froze in shock. The chest that his face was half- burrowed into was not his boyfriends, the elegantly cut fur was replaced by a feral, uncombed bush, slightly darker in color and smelling significantly different. He pulled his head back in shock and looked up to the wolf's face, horrified at the huge set of teeth poking out from beneath the large maw that seemed like it could bite his head off in one go.

"Don't you recognize me, Fling? I really haven't changed that much, have I~?" The wolf giggled, his eyes turning to a shade of white as if he had turned blind, but somehow the fox could feel that the wolf was seeing very well, staring into his soul.

"W-who the fuck are you? Where is my boyfriend?" The fox asked shaking and still paralyzed from the shock, trying to crawl out of bed and call for help.

"I'm your boyfriend! I'm Douglas! Have you already forgotten what I look like?" He asked teasingly, knowing very well that his partner wouldn't recognize him, but still playing a bit on his fear.

"No you're not! I'm not stupid, I know the face of my own boyfriend!" Fling protested, trying to push the intruder away. "Tell me where he is right now! And get out of my bed, you freak!"

"Your bed? Haven't we bought it together two months ago? Besides if you really don't believe me..." He turned around to show his butt cheeks, on which there was a tattoo, a matching one they got together and no one else could have known about. The world started spinning with Fling, it simply couldn't be true! What happened?

"Now you see, at the end of October, each year I go through a slight little transformation~" He started explaining as he threw the blanket aside, climbing on top of the horrified fox. "It usually happens later, but apparently this beautiful full moon sped up the process a little bit. I wanted to tell you earlier, but now at least you get to have a nice little Halloween surprise from your werewolf boyfriend! Besides, my tail is not the only thing that's grown~"

Douglas grinned as he whipped out his huge cock, and even though he had nothing to complain about in terms of size before, it genuinely grew to be the size of a horse dick. It stood red and erect, almost steaming from the heat and begging for fox ass. Fling knew that if that cock ever entered his asshole, it wouldn't be shut so tight ever again, as he tried crawling away. "D-Doug, no! You know I'm too tight for something like that, we always warm up even before you put your... Regular cock in me!"

"Can't you see that things have changed around here?" The werewolf laughed as he slapped his monster cock on the bed. "Now show me your tail hole, cause I'm about to go insane if I can't have some fox meat to fuck~"

The fox, shaking and stuck to the wall, saw that he had no escape, he was going to be raped by this creature that his boyfriend seemed to become. He squeezed his eyes shut in fear as he was grabbed by the throat by the large paws, and was pinned to the bed to prepare for the worst. "T-the real Douglas would never do this..." He whispered, perhaps trying to make himself believe that this is all a bad dream, and he would soon wake up in the caring, gentle arms of his boyfriend.

"I'm the real Douglas!" The werewolf roared up as he jammed his enormous dick in Fling's hole, which was made even tighter by his fear and protests. The fox felt his hole being widened by each thrust, his asshole enduring the biggest cock that it has ever taken in his lifetime.

"That's right, its best if you don't even speak. Obedient little sex toys like you have no right to speak, no right to protest!" The wolf grunted, now calmer than before, but his hands still squeezing his partner's neck tight, preventing him from screaming for help.

"Y-you absolute m-monster..." Fling managed to moan out through the pain and the stream of tears down his face, as the werewolf seemed to get ever closer to finishing inside of him.

"Why thank you~ I fucking hate the process of being turned into a werewolf, but my monster cock is something I always enjoy having!" He laughed as he kept pounding his boyfriend's asshole, which let him deeper and deeper with each thrust that managed to loosen it up.

Fling felt like he was busted open from behind, as if his entire bottom part was missing due to the cock turning his hole bigger than it ever was. The grasp around his neck seemed to get ever tighter too, but just as his vision started fading away due to the restricted blood flow to his brain, the beast always seemed to notice and loosened the grip just a little bit, not allowing his little victim to slip away so easily. Then, when the fox seemed to catch his breath, he would go back to nearly snapping his neck in half again, enjoying the perpetual struggle he put him into.

Neither of them could really tell how much time had passed, it could have been an hour, maybe just a few minutes. But what seemed to be more and more obvious, was that Doug's cock grew harder and hotter with each second, as his body prepared him for the biggest orgasm he had in years.

"Now, who's a good boy, Fling~?" He leaned close to his partner's face, who could feel the smell of blood and raw meat on his breath. He only waited for one word, one final act of humiliation before he could finish and turn back into his old self back again, letting loose of the throat he was holding onto to let him speak.

"Come on, tell me who's a good boy!" He got more aggressive, pushing the cock balls deep, almost impaling the fox with his unnatural length. "Don't leave me waiting or I won't be so merciful with you!"

"I... I am a good boy, Doug..." The fox said quietly, which was satisfactory enough for the werewolf to finally lean back and finish what he had started.

"Yes you are, you're my best boy~" He giggled as his hips started thrusting faster than ever before, his rock hard cock finally giving up and shooting a thick string of cum into the fox.

When Douglas turns into a werewolf, all his senses grow stronger, he suddenly hears everything better, sees better in the dark, smells anything and everything in the surrounding area, but this super sensitivity is also applied to his orgasms. He howled up in pleasure as he finally let his cum fill up his boyfriend- maybe for the last time, but who had time to care about that? He shivered from the pleasure as he watched Fling's guts inflate from being filled to the brim and beyond, some of the werewolf cum coming right back from his hole like a well-filled donut.

After a few blissful moments, they both panted for a while, an unbelievable amount of cum flowing out of Fling after the cock had been removed. Douglas laid down on his back and he could feel his temper slowly calming down, looking all over himself as the fur started retracting. His maw shrunk back to its normal size along with the teeth, and he knew that the cock that was retreated back into his sheath would come out as its normal size the next time he got an erection.

As his hypersensitivity calmed down and all his functions returned to normal, he was the regular old wolf self again, just the way Fling knew him for all those months. And something else also hit him, something that he couldn't feel while his mind was overridden by his feral rampage- he felt guilt.