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A story for Terinas's Stocking Stuffer event. I've long appreciated their yearly uploads, and links to all the content, and wanted to contribute this year.

A simple, naughty entry of unplanned, unanticipated werewolf transformation with some minor subliminals.

https://www.sofurry.com/view/2068849

Horn Dog

Blake closed the door to the two bedroom apartment. It was larger, better than the dorms, but the stuffy stillness of the air from having the window closed made it less enjoyable to come home to. Mixed with the musky undertones of two guys that got trapped during the day while they were out didn't help. He wrinkled his nose, crossed the room and opened the window. The fresh air was a welcome, cool rush to his face and he savoured it.

His room was moderately sized, enough for a double bed, a desk, with a walk-in wardrobe. The same wood floor continued from the main room. Blake opened another window but it didn't have quite the same effect. He sniffed and he turned to his dirty clothes basket. He usually saved laundry day until the weekend, but the pile of clothing next to his bed tickled at his nose. It wasn't bad, but not what he wanted to have around when he tried to get to sleep that night. It probably would have been fine if they could leave the windows open all the time, but after a few DVDs had gone missing a few days earlier, they were keeping their place locked up tight. It wasn't a huge lost, everything was streaming now, but it was still a break in, even if they didn't break anything.

Gathering his clothes into a basket, he trudged to little alcove off the kitchen that housed their washing machine and dryer. Opening the door to the washer, he paused. "Troy!" Blake called out. "You forgot your laundry again!" Blake shook his head and tossed up whether to leave them for his roommate or hope his buddy's washing would be dried before it was time for Blake's stuff.

He opened the dryer and reached into the washing machine, grabbing a fist-full of Troy's cleaned clothes. They were mostly dry except for the underwear which squelched in his hand. Blake recoiled and dropped the fabric with a splat on the tiled floor. He examined his fingers and the goo clinging to them. The familiar tang of semen wafted up from it.

"DUDE!" Blake yelled, furious. There was no reply. It solved the dilemma of what to do with Troy's clothes. He obviously hadn't even started the wash. But, it added the new problem that he now had to touch his roommate's dirty clothing. Already soiled, Blake held his breath and scooped out Troy's laundry, using the dry pieces to nudge along darker-coloured damp fabrics.

The sink was next. Blake scrubbed his hand and doused it in soap. He didn't judge his buddy for jerking it, they both knew the other did it. It was totally normal. But, Blake was a lot more careful with the evidence and he definitely never left it for Troy to get up close and personal with.

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It was a few hours later when Blake finished folding his cleaned clothing and putting them neatly in draws and on hangers. He emerged back into the shared space of the apartment and frowned at the discarded workout shorts on the floor.

Troy must have been out, no wonder he hadn't responded and managed to avoid a blasting about leaving his jizz-soaked boxers just sitting around in the machine.

Eyeing the workout gear, Blake had learned his lesson and left Troy's stuff where it was, but they needed to talk about the inconsiderate behaviour. The short, muffled noises from Troy's room made him hesitate. He was turning away, they could talk later. Before he took a step, he caught restrained whimpers and gasps. They sounded pained. Was Troy sick? Hurt?

Blake knocked. The door was already ajar and coasted open at the touch. "Hey, are you--" Blake's question died, his eyes widened and his mouth dropped open. Troy was naked and very seriously masturbating. "Dude!" Blake realised too late that he'd been the one to intrude and didn't have a leg to stand on.

Troy didn't seem to register his entry, his eyes were focused on the wet, leaky shaft of his cock sliding through his hand. Clear pre-cum poured down over the shaft and his fingers, adding to the slippery mess. He was leaking a lot. Troy's mouth was open with his tongue stuck out and he was drooling over his meat, adding another layer to his natural lubrication. The roommate made another needy whimper.

The room smelled like horny college jock, a scent you couldn't really describe but that everyone knew and it along with the blissed out expression sported by his roommate had Blake's own rod stirring. Fortunately, his buddy was too focused on his own joystick to pay attention.

Blake took a step back and held his hands up. "Didn't mean to interrupt, I thought-- see ya." He turned. Oddly, it was only as Blake was leaving that Troy finally looked up. His roommate's head moved slowly, like he was just waking up. Troy's eyes wavered around the room and eventually fixed on Blake. He smiled and those restrained whimpers were done away with, his roommate moaned loudly, as though being caught pleasuring himself with such abandon only added to his enjoyment.

"It feels so good, bro," Troy said. His hand slid up and down in a steady rhythm. Blake shook his head, but did his best not to show his discomfort. He didn't want to see this, but he didn't want to shame his roommate. Of course it felt good, that was hardly new. "Get comfy, man. Join in," Troy added in sincere invitation. A slick squelching filled the space between sentences and Troy stared fixedly at Black's crotch with a smirk.

"I'll leave you to it," Blake said, awkwardly.

"So g-good, nnnnn," Troy moaned. Blake rushed out of the room. Out the corner of his eye, he caught the tension in Troy's body as pleasure wracked his roommate. A steady beat played out Blake's retreat as shots of cum spattered against anything that got in the way of the groaning boy's deluge.

Blake pulled the door closed on the thrashing boy's room and the smell of Troy's body and ejaculate. Familiar, thanks to his earlier mishap in the laundry.

He rushed to his own room, his shorts tented to lead the way. Sexual activity of any kind always got Blake aroused. He fidgeted, the straining erection in his pants insisted he give it attention. Instead, Blake sat at his desk and cracked his books, getting in the study he desperately needed to do.

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Despite his best efforts, his dick remained hard. His focus was already frayed thanks to the unwelcome arousal. The incessant buzzing in the background wasn't helping. He'd gotten up to find the source, but assumed it must be one of his damned neighbours with a busted amp or something.

Blake re-read the same paragraph for the 15th time, but the throbbing, firm meat between his legs demanded his attention. He recalled the spicy scent of Troy's room and the drawn-out moan his buddy had released as he'd shot his load. The relief and pleasure in that sound, the unbearable pressure of his balls finally relieved. Embracing the natural state of blowing a load.

Blake's cock twitched. There was nothing for it. If he wanted to get his work done, he was going to have to take care of it. The college student shuffled back and slid down his shorts. Unable to restrain himself now he'd made the decision, he groped himself through his underwear and was stunned by the slick wetness of the material.

The contact was enough to make him jolt. He was too horny, that explained it. He never leaked that much, but the front of his boxers were saturated. The damp fabric rubbing on his rod sent sparks up his spine. Blake yanked down his boxers and gripped his bobbing meat.

"Shit," he gasped aloud from how sensitive he was and Blake already felt the tingle in his nuts. He was so worked up this wouldn't take long then he could get back to studying.

His hand glided along his wet, needy fuckstick. He sighed, sliding up and down. Blake shivered in ecstasy and stared at the movement of his fist, at his glistening, leaky erection. His balls were heavy, dragging away from his body, down towards the floor. Blake laid back against his bed, his eyes rolling backward as his fingers rubbed over the head of his dick.

The buzzing stereo was long forgotten, hissing in the background. Blake's focus was on what was important. His loaded balls were tightening and he was close. He slowed his slippery grip. He could study after, he didn't need to rush it. When had he last gotten off? He'd never felt this keyed up before. It'd be a shame to waste it when he could savour the natural urges and joy his cock could give him.

Blake's vision unfocused and he lost himself to the pleasure.

---

The piercing clink of dishes stirred Blake. He opened his eyes to be met with his penis lazily draped over his balls, satisfied and asleep. Disoriented, he took the second to remember being slouched against the end of his bed for a quick jerk before study. That's why he could so easily see his flaccid dick.

Moving to sit up properly, he winced at the twinge in his back from the slumped position he'd been in all night. The move shifted the crusty mess of a sticky load that coated his chest and stomach, it tugged his skin and flaked away.

He must have cum and fallen right to sleep. It was hazy. He must have been more tired than he'd thought. A spike of guilt for neglecting his work wiped away the sluggishness. Study would have to happen today instead. The college boy stood and redressed in yesterday's clothes over the remnants of last night's distraction to slink off to the shower to clean up.

Opening the door to his room made the clinking louder. Troy was up and eating breakfast, fork jabbing at the plate. His roommate gave a nod of greeting when Blake went past to the shower. He lifted his head, sniffed, and smirked around his fork. Blake closed the bathroom door and the hot water eased the discomfort from his bad posture in the night. He soaped up and washed away the evidence of his before-bed entertainment.

Blake blushed as he considered how riled up he'd been. His cock stirred and he stopped washing it. It was clean enough and didn't need any more touching today.

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Troy was finishing breakfast when he returned to the kitchen. Blake had to force himself to meet Troy's eyes, after how he'd last seen him. "New look?" Blake asked, hoping to avoid highlighting the awkward invasion of his roommate's privacy he'd enacted the night before.

"Huh?" Troy looked up, puzzled.

Blake rubbed his cheeks and his chin, "the mutton chop beard thing. It looks good, just new."

"Oh, man, I haven't shaved in a while," Troy said, adding in a shrug. His black t-shirt lifted with the motion. "Thanks, maybe I'll keep it."

"I'm sorry about last night," Blake said, sitting down at the table.

Troy's mouth dropped open. "You--you _were_there," he said, surprised. His face went red. "I thought it was a dream. Oh shit, you saw me cum. I wanted you to join in." He stood up, unable to look at Blake. "I'm sorry, I'm real sorry, man."

"Troy, hey, it's okay," Blake stood up too, his breakfast forgotten.

Troy shook his head. He grimaced. Blake stared at his roommate. He was wearing his black t-shirt on top but only a red jockstrap beneath. The pouch was straining forward. "N-no, that's, that's so hot," he cried out and the lump in the pouch of his underwear surged over the waistband of his jock. His cock free, Troy seized it in one hand and sighed. Even before that hand made contact, it had started drooling clear pre-cum from the tip. As he gripped it, an extra gush flowed out over his hand and dripped downward.

Blake stared in disbelief. His roommate seemed out of control.

"Ohhh, fuck, Blake, it feels so good...Come closer...mmm..." Troy mumbled, his free hand peeling his shirt off and exposing his chest and stomach. The working of his arm muscles as he jerked himself off. He tugged and his jock slid down his legs, leaving Troy naked. He pinched a pointed nipple while stroking himself, staring down at his dick.

"Troy," Blake wasn't sure what to say, but his name seemed to snap his buddy's focus from being consumed by his cock and back to Blake. The college boy's eyes went wide.

"I gotta go," Troy rushed away from the table, the chair made a skidding sound on the floor. Blake watched his roommate flee, the movement of his shoulder made it obvious he was still masturbating despite his shame and retreat. Could he really not stop? Troy slamming the door made Blake flinch. He stood, stunned. He couldn't process what had just happened. His instinct was to knock on the door and try to help, but it was clear that wasn't the right move.

Reluctantly, he took his seat again and prodded his soggy cereal. Troy's moans and grunts were incessant and Blake shifted uncomfortably. His cock nudged against his shorts, tenting them. Trying to get free. Blake ignored it, finishing his breakfast. Every muffled cry of pleasure from Troy drew his attention back to his own growing need.

Blake needed to get out of the apartment for a while. Away from this. Troy's voice came through the wall, but he couldn't understand the words. Was his roommate talking to himself?

Blake stood to wash his bowl, finding his hand resting on his bulge. The rub of his shorts under the weight of his hand stirred his cock to struggle further against the trapping fabric. Something was wrong. Like Troy's reaction, the gradual building of arousal was missing. He grimaced at the sting of his cock at full mast and bent awkwardly in his tight underwear. Horny. His cock begged for attention, bringing the need to get off to the front and centre of his attention.

Another moan from Troy's room. His roommate was horny and knew how to handle it. Doing the natural thing, wanting to get his balls empty. Why wasn't he? Blake scrabbled at his clothing, trying to get free. He felt so hot all of a sudden. His dick was suffocating and needed, needed to be touched.

Dimly, Blake considered that he ought to get to his room first, but the desperation to get his hand around his meat was the overwhelming priority now. He pooled his shorts and underwear around his ankles. That was good enough, he had access to his aching meat now. He sighed at the pressure of each finger fitting around his hose where it belonged.

Stroking wasn't even a decision. It was so natural, almost automatic, that Blake pumped himself eagerly without a thought, letting out a gasp at the pleasurable surge of stimulating himself. He shuffled around the table, narrowly avoiding tripping with the limited movements afforded by his half-discarded clothes. Blake shook them free, flicking them off his legs. Still jerking his dick, he targeted his bedroom, but Troy's jock drew his eye as he passed. The red material caught his peripheral attention. He sniffed. He smelled cock. Horny, leaky dick. Sweaty, full balls. It was his imagination, it had to be. The jockstrap was on the floor and he was 6 feet tall. Blake thought about the musky waft of Troy's cum from the washing machine. Of walking into Troy's room and the thick fog of scent that saturated it as his roommate gooned all night. How he'd wanted to get that clinging smell off of him, to get away from it.

Now, he felt drawn to it. It was the smell of pleasure. Of strength. Blake, still tugging away on his meat, bent down and scooped up Troy's jock with a finger. The default instinct to reduce contact of his body to his roommate's discarded clothing was strong and his hand shook as he brought the jock to his nose. It was damp, Troy's leaky cock had tainted the fabric with pre-cum. His roommate's cock and balls had been nestled in the scrap of material. Blake breathed deeply, his cock spilled a long strand of his own pre-jizz from its tip to the kitchen floor. The boy moaned, the mix of smells urging him on, he pressed his face into the pouch, the wet jock clung to his chin and cheek. It was cool on the tip of his nose.

He huffed, the only air available was spiced with the crotch of his roommate. It was incredible. It smelled amazing. His cock surged in his grip, he'd slowed his masturbation as he'd focused on the underwear. In response to the smell of sex filling his nostrils, he dutifully slid his hand along his length faster.

Blake smiled, his mouth dropping half-open in bliss. He lowered himself down and let himself fall back on his ass and barely noticed the cool floorboards on his bare backside. He was too rapt in the joy his hand could wring out of his engorged member.

He couldn't say why but the urge hit him and he lapped at the wet jockstrap against his face and his cock splattered another dose of pre-cum along the floor at the taste. He leaned back, resting himself against a counter behind him and spread his legs for unrestricted access to his new favourite toy.

He was in a hazy, happy fog of his body feeling good and his head swam in musk. He breathed in, licked, and stroked.

Blake didn't know how long he'd been jacking to the jock over his face, but it had lost the intensity of the scent. When he removed it, Troy was standing over him, looking down at him. Blake didn't look at his face, his roommate's cock was hard, wetter than the jock had been and right in front of his face. Clear pre-cum sparkled in the dim light on the head of Troy's dick. But, white globs of cum clung along the shaft as well as his roommate's naked chest and stomach beyond it.

Blake lowered the delightful huff rag that he'd made of Troy's jock. He was caught, but he couldn't muster the sense of shame he knew he should be feeling.

"You got a good whiff, Blake? You want something fresh, buddy?" Troy asked and his nudged his cock forward to bump Blake's nose. Blake's reactive gasp made his whole body shiver. It was better than the jock. Deeper, richer. "Go on, buddy. It's all yours."

Blake leaned forward, burying his nose under Troy's balls and sniffed deeply. "Mmm, that feels good Blake. Keep going," Troy said and Blake did just that. He sniffed, tentatively licked. Every breath of Troy screamed 'horny' to his senses. He drew back, glassy-eyed he watched Troy's cock bob with his heartbeat. Despite the loads dripping off of him, he was still hard. His manhood proudly jutting forward.

He should taste it. Lick it. Swallow it.

Lunging hungrily, Blake took Troy's cock into his mouth and slurped at it. Messily licking, sucking. It was inexpert but eager. Soon, he found a rhythm. The flavour of pre-cum, cock, and cum mixed in his mouth and sent him reeling. It was wonderful.

"Ohhh, fuck. Good boy. Shit. Oh, yeah. Here it comes, buddy. Drink it down. Uh uh uhnnn." Blake tasted Troy's thick, creamy load jet into his mouth in several spurts. He gulped it down, his tongue working hungrily, feeling like it was stretching beyond its limit just to get more.

Troy pulled his cock out while it was still pulsing thick gobs of jizz and Blake flinched as the hot cream splattered his face. He moaned, the rich smell of sex coating his face. His nose twitched.

Blake was tugging himself furiously, panting. He looked up and stared, he tried to scrabble backwards but the counter kept him in place, he bumped the back of his head. Despite his panic, his hand kept up its rhythm.

Troy looked confused. Blake moaned again, unable to fight the pleasure his dick was giving him, but he forced the words out. "Your face?"

His roommate turned, seeking the mirror. Blake cursed again at the new view of Troy's back. "Fuck, bro, you have a tail. What the fuck is going on?"

Troy jerked in surprise. "Holy shit," he said. Troy touched his face, hesitantly feeling the changes. His ears were higher, pointed, fuzzy. His nose was black and his face looked like it had pulled a little forward. Fear remained in his eyes and he turned back to his masturbating friend.

Troy's wide-eyed stare remained and he pointed at Blake. "Dude, you too," he said.

Blake's free hand flew up to his face and felt the altered shape of it. His own panic rose, joining Troy's fear. He shook his head, as if to deny any of it was real. It was a nightmare. He had to wake up.

Yet, he hadn't stopped jerking himself. He hadn't been able to stop despite the fear coursing through both of them. His legs were still wide and his cock drooling. His one free hand reached higher, his ears had moved, fuzzier. Sounds were sharper, he could hear Troy's ragged breathing. His nose twitched, picking up the smell of cock. His own leaking member and Troy's that had just spilled jizz down his throat.

"You look..." Blake's tongue was thick in his mouth, the changing shape of his face feeling unfamiliar."

"Like a wolf," Troy finished the sentence. Blake narrowed his eyes. The tone Troy had used had that clicking of something into place rather than disbelief.

"Troy?"

"Fuck, it feels good, right?" Troy said, he sniffed, his muzzle twitching. "What is that?" He asked.

Blake, distracted by the shifting tingle making his hands feel warm and strange, watched his fingers change. The nails pointed, blackened, and extended. Claws. Troy's half-hard cock was rising up again. His balls were fuzzy, a fold of skin climbing up the pale shaft, but his buddy was paying it little mind for a change. He was sniffing industriously, leaning into Blake. Lower. Lower.

Blake caught something, just on the edge of hearing. The buzz was back. But, that's not what Troy had meant.

"Here. Ohhh, fuck." Troy pressed his muzzle under Blake's balls. Blake's slouch against the counter base and spread legs gave Troy ample access to his ass and Blake shrieked as a cool, wet nose poked his hole. He wriggled and was trying to get away when Troy's long tongue flicked out and lapped at the little knot of muscle. All his resistance drained away and he held still.

Troy did it again and Blake bellowed a moan and sped up his stroking. Troy lifted his head. "It's so hot watching you goon yourself, bud. I...fuck, you smell so good. I gotta fuck you."

Blake stiffened but his hand was a blur. His hole tingled, itching for something more than his roommate's tongue. What the fuck was happening?

"Please," Blake hissed out, pleasure fogging his mind. Unfamiliar, insistent urges warmed his blood. Troy grinned, showing sharper teeth and flipped Blake over. His claws clicked on the wood of the floor and his cock oozed down more pre-cum as Troy spread Blake's cheeks and speared his tongue inside.

Blake seized up and both boys savoured the fresh scent of cum and enjoyed the rhythmic splat of his load spraying the floor beneath him. Despite the large, slippery puddle under him, Blake's cock throbbed in his hand, his balls still felt heavy and full and he was indescribably horny.

Troy lined up the blunt head of his cock, sticking proudly up from the new sheath. He rubbed it against his buddy's hole, smearing the leaking pre-cum. "Holy shit, my cock is changing, bro."

The blunt head rubbed against Blake's ass. Frustrated at the delay as animalistic need roiled in his balls, Blake turned to see the much redder, pointier cock poking up out of the sheath. It looked strange, different, but Blake's only reaction was a desperate hunger to have it inside him.

He turned around. "Fuck me!" Blake screamed, finally able to release his dick, he planted both hands on the floor to brace himself. Troy's wolf dick slipped easily into the tight entrance and Blake gurgled pleasure at being opened.

Troy took it slow, easily sliding inside of him. That is, until Troy's nuts touched Blake's ass, then his roommate lost his mind. He growled in Blake's ear and started pounding him. Clumsy, reckless thrusts at first but he eventually found a rhythm. The tapered tip led the way for the fatter shaft stretching Blake's hole and he gasped and writhed under Troy's weight.

Every thrust into him had Blake's cock twitching and hardening again. This wasn't right. They'd never been so lewd together. He'd never had his buddy's cock in his hole. Wincing at a pressure at the base of his spine, Blake gasped as the tension eased. Troy's body over him brushed against the fluffy protrusion. He had a tail.

The buzzing was still on the edge of hearing. His pointed, furred ears swiveled. The hint of a voice but he couldn't make out the words. The distraction lost its interest when Troy rammed deep into him again and he wanted more.

Blake couldn't stop. He didn't want to pull away. His ass pulsed and squeezed, twitching around the invasive dick of his roommate. He loved Troy buried deep in his tailhole. They were animals. Rutting and humping was natural.

Blake yelped as the curved, pointy doggy dick that was gliding into him so smoothly was all of a sudden not so smooth. A thicker, wider base stretched him and slipped inside. Troy rumbled a pleased growl just below Blake's ear, his body leaning against his back. Soft, warm fur pressed against his naked skin. It was comforting and disquieting at the same time. But the cock buried in him demanded all of his attention.

Troy's deep fucking picked up. Blake's cock oozed pre-cum as his transforming roommate's tapered cock nudged the spot inside him that had the mounted boy whimpering helplessly. The gentle tug on his hole with each draw back stopped Troy pulling further out. The thick bulb of flesh at the base of Troy's dick keeping him in his eager roommate's hole. Troy adapted immediately, instead of fucking, he growled again and started grinding himself into the filled ass of his buddy.

Blake's hole twitched and squeezed involuntarily around Troy's dick. Troy howled and Blake's insides were doused with hot, thick cum. His roommate ground against him and filled him with his sticky seed.

It was too much for Blake, his transformed hands scratched grooves into the wood of the floor as his spine clicked, his face tugged forward further. His muzzle opened, his tongue lolled as he panted, eyes crossing, his still-human cock sprayed jizz yet again, adding to the puddle he'd left earlier.

As the last of his load hit the floor, Blake felt a prickle all over as fur sprouted, filling out to a russet coat. Troy was finished, his load filling his roommate's hole, but he couldn't withdraw. Instead, Troy licked tenderly at Blake's fuzzy neck.

Blake collapsed to the floor, landing in his pool of his own loads. Rather than disgust, he felt a rightness, a thrill of marking himself with his cum, of rolling in his release. Troy was still atop him, his weight warm and comforting especially combined with both of them sporting fur.

He dozed, they were stuck like this with the knot lodged inside of him. Full of cream and Troy's pointed dick, he drifted off.

---

Blake woke to a voice. Not the whispering behind the buzz, though that was still there.

'Animal. Horny. Natural.'

The voice was deep, gruff. He lifted his head and saw their friend Sam on the couch. He was naked. "Finally left the window open for me, Troy, but this was not what I expected to see," he said. He was grinning a predatory grin. He was also naked and stroking a seven inch dick while watching them stuck together.

Troy shifted and his cock slid out. However long they'd been dozing, his knot had shrunk down and Blake was very aware of the warm flow of his roommate's jizz out his over-filled hole and over the back of his larger, furry balls. "It wasn't planned. I don't know what happened. We just both got really horny. I started changing. Then he did." Troy's voice was panicked, rushed to explain.

"You're both handsome wolves, though he's not quite done, are you Blake?" Sam asked, standing up from the couch. "I told you about the changes, Troy, you just didn't believe me, did ya?" He chuckled. "You boys are good, horny werewolves now. Don't you want to mount him again, Troy?"

Blake propped himself up on his hands and knees and stood on wobbly legs. Cum dribbled down his thighs. He felt embarrassed but couldn't blush, his body was covered with fur, even his face. He gave Troy a questioning look.

Troy's cock, the pepper-shaped red prong, rose out of the fuzzy sheath. "Yeah," he said. Blake shrank back from the hungry stare Troy was giving him.

"It's my turn, Troy. You can watch," Sam said. "Blake, I doubt knucklehead here has been able to think straight long enough to tell you you're becoming a werewolf. You offering up your ass finished up Troy's change. He's just a happy little horn dog until we get him to change back the first time."

Blake whined. Somehow that was the most natural reply instead of shouting or using any words at all. Could he, with a muzzle? Before he could try, Sam gave him a sympathetic look. "I didn't want him to change you, buddy. You didn't sign up for this. But, there's no denying you got some contact with his cum. It's dribbling down your legs like a flood." He winked and his cock started to leak. He stopped, closing his eyes. He clenched his fists, putting his hand in the pocket of his jeans lying next to the couch, the buzzing and faint whispers stopped. "That's better. But, I got more control than most but you're smelling too good, Blake. Do you wanna feel good?"

The question had him nodding before he thought about it. He craved it. They were made to fuck, to spray their cum and feel good. It was so natural.

Sam's fingers cracked. The nails darkened. The change swept over his body. Dark brown fur spread of his legs, rushing up over his stomach. Blake saw the tail pop out. "Don't have long. Here's your shot, man. If you can stop yourself cumming one more time, you can go back to being a regular human. We can fix it so you won't remember." The change was speeding up, Sam's shoulders grew wider, muscles bulged all over his dark-furred body. Blake stared at the base of the seven inches get wrapped in a dark sheath while the tip pointed, it grew a little thicker and longer. The faint sign of his knot, not yet in full form, flopped out of the folds of furry flesh. Not only the cock grew. Sam was taller, his legs and torso stretched upward. "If you wanna be a good horny beast, just let go...rrrrrr."

Sam's teeth pointed, nose darkened and his face stretched. The muzzle pushed towards Blake and the deep, amber eyes fixed on him. Blake froze, a mistake. Sam was across the room in a second and his strong, muscled form held the formerly tallest of the three friends. He sniffed at his neck, licked his muzzle and sniffed down to his stomach, the mess of his earlier load had dried there.

Blake squirmed but a squeeze of the powerful clawed hand on the back of his neck stilled him. A flick of the beast's tongue on his stomach and they were eye-to-eye again. The insistent hand, paw, urged his face forward until it was buried in the fur of Sam's chest. The rich, earth smell of the werewolf filled his head. His hole twitched. His blunt-headed cock hardened.

In a blur, Blake was bent over the couch. Troy was next to him, sniffing him, his wolf cock firm and fully emerged from his own sheath again, he prodded Blake's cool, wet nose with it. Another scent, a familiar one, one he craved. He opened his muzzle and lapped at it. Troy moaned.

Blake yelped again, the warm, dexterous tongue of the Sam wolf slurped at Troy's leaking jizz from his tailhole and his thighs. He relaxed and the bigger wolf's dick followed. The tip slid easily into his opened hole, but the thicker rod needed some work to get deeper. The stretch had Blake whimpering. His own dick was dripping again, his balls felt large and full. The furry sack filled despite the exhaustive releases since the day before.

Sam growled, a rumbling, pleasured sound. Possessive. Blake licked Troy's leaky meat as he was split open further by their friend and the one who was transforming them into beasts. Beasts. Horny, natural beasts. Blake whimpered. The pleasure of the last day had been intense. His thoughts were hard to organise. They drifted to natural instinct, a desire to fulfill one urge. Sex. To feel good.

Mounted, Sam hammered his ass, the thick wolf organ sinking all the way in and drawing almost all the way out. Over and over, driving both him and Blake to higher pleasure. As natural as breathing.

Every breath filled Blake's head with the scent of sex. Of rutting. His own and Troy's scent on Troy's dick, leaking increasingly more the longer Blake licked it.

Blake's cock was straining too, drooling clear pre-cum against the side of the couch. His balls aching to be emptied. He knew what that meant. He was holding, fighting to get his head clear enough to make a decision. But, he kept coming back to how good he felt. How horny he was.

Sam grunted, hot breath puffed against Blake's neck. He bit into Blake's shoulder and the searing heat of another werewolf's load flooded into him. The now-familiar resistance as Sam's knot had grown and refused to allow Blake's hole to release him until he'd steeped in the werewolf's seed for long enough, to be changed, owned.

Grinding, thick wolf cock battered against his pleasure button. The scent and taste of Troy's cock. One more lick and it sprayed Troy's load on his tongue, on his muzzle. The powerful scent of sex sparked higher. Blake lapped at it. He whimpered, teetering on the edge. He wanted to cum. He needed to cum. It would feel so good. They could fuck all the time. He could be like them, horny, uncontrollable animals. Blake howled out his surrender, his furred balls twitched and pulsed, pumping human cum up the five inch cock as he swallowed his roommate's jizz. Blake's cock tingled, the pleasure grew, overwhelming the new werewolf. He pushed back against the grinding from Sam, tilted his head and watched under him. His cock warped, shifted, it formed a point. The pale prick reddened and grew. The swelling of his knot formed just above his sheath and his new 8 inch wolf cock exploded ribbons of white slick cum.

Sam hadn't let up, still grinding away, still sending periodic jets of wolf cum into him, helping him change. Blake's flagging shots had taken on a yellowish tinge. Thick ropes of corrupted wolf spunk soaked into the couch. Marking it as theirs.

Sam and Troy had done the same to him.