Undergrad Pack - Entrance Exam
#2 of Undergrad Pack
This story contains adult material, which is probably why you're here. Don't read it if you're not supposed to, or do anyway because I can't really stop you. Either way, consider yourself warned, and disclaimed. Otherwise, please enjoy.
OH HEY LOOK I WROTE MORE! It only took 4 months... Oops. Also, I apologize for the dumb titles. Apparently I suck at those. :
Arthur woke up to the sound of his alarm going off in his room. He blinked open his eyes. He did not recognize the place he was in until it clicked. He was on the living room couch, wearing a pair of boxers, and nothing else. Arthur sat up and quickly ran into his room. He remembered getting up to tell Ethan to quiet down... had he gone back to sleep on the couch instead? Everything that happened after he had gone to bed was fuzzy. The clock said there was only an hour until his exam started. Arthur stiffened, and dashed into the bathroom to have his shower.
Ethan came out of his room when he heard the bathroom door slam. He held the tattered remains of Arthur's other boxers in one hand as he cautiously peered around to make sure that his roommate would not see him. Last night was still a bit fuzzy, but he knew exactly what had happened, even if waking up with his still semi-hard cock up Arthur's ass was not a good enough clue. It was a damn good thing he had woken up first, and had enough time to move Arthur to the couch outside and slip a fresh pair of underpants on the kid's cute butt. He did not want to think about what would have happened if Arthur had woken up first... the first night Ethan himself had changed had been more than a little awkward - at least the guy had taken him back to his house rather than leaving him on the side of the road overnight. Ethan kept in touch with Richard, since it was the best way of finding out more about what he had become. The condition spread through contact, but the more intimate, the better the chances were of catching it... if you wanted it to sound like this was a bad thing to get. If someone had told him what would happen, and that he could pretty much control his changes, most of the time, Ethan thought he would probably have voluntarily gone through with it. The floor was still cold as Ethan crossed into the kitchen and put the shreds of cloth into the garbage. He heard the running water in the next room. He tied up the bag of garbage and set it by the front door. He could take it down later on. He sighed. Last night had been an accident. Ethan had not wanted to force the werewolf thing on anyone, but Richard had warned him about getting 'pent up'. Ethan turned on his computer and waited for it to boot up. He was going to have to send Richard an awkward e-mail now. Maybe Rich would be able to give him some help.
The exam was easy enough for Arthur. When he got back to his dorm, Ethan was in the kitchen, cooking something. The scent wafting from the small stove made Arthur's mouth water. "You making some for me too?" Arthur asked in a joking tone, hopeful that there was. Ethan looked back at him. "Sure, I guess there's enough if you want some. Grab a plate?" Arthur dropped his bag onto the sofa and took one of the plates out of the cupboards. Ethan plunked a heap of pasta covered with a creamy sauce onto Arthur's, and gave himself another generous serving. "How was the exam?" Ethan asked. Arthur sat down at the small table. "It was alright. I... I think I must've gone to bed too late last night. I had a bit of trouble focusing." Ethan shrugged. "Well, that's your last one, right?" Arthur nodded, putting a scoop of the food in his mouth. It tasted twice as good as it smelled. He swallowed and took another mouthful. "I take it you like it?" Ethan asked, smirking. Again, Arthur nodded.
Arthur finished off the rest of the pasta after Ethan was done with it and went into his room. Ethan cleaned the dishes and the pan, keeping an ear out for any unusual sounds from Arthur's room. After a while, he went up to the door and listened. All he could hear through the smooth door was the steady sound of typing from Arthur's keyboard. Ethan sighed a bit. Rich had replied to him and sent him a tip for getting Arthur into the right 'mood'. The scent of sex should be enough to touch off a change in his friend, but the cum-infused pasta hadn't set him off yet either. Perhaps he needed to try a more direct approach. Ethan smiled to himself and went into the bathroom. He turned the shower on to cold, and pulled off his shirt. He tossed it into the corner by the door, out of the way. He smiled as he ran his hand down the trail of light hair on his toned chest that thickened into a dense carpet of soft fur near his crotch. He undid his belt and slipped his pants off. His dick was already pressing up against his underwear in anticipation. He pulled the last bit of clothing off his athletic body, and tossed it into the corner with the rest. His cock hung pleasantly, half erect within a large, sheath-like foreskin. He pulled it down a bit with the fingers of one hand as he cupped his balls with the other. His dick throbbed, quickly coming to its full length. He grasped his aching cock with his hand and tried to stifle a groan as pleasure bloomed beneath his touch. Ethan ran his other hand across his abs, feeling the smooth, tight skin against his muscles. His balls throbbed as he felt his crotch fur start spreading. No, not yet. He had to remain in his human shape until the end. It would make his spunk more potent. It felt so good. His cock pulsed in his hand, the veins standing out more. He fought the prickly feeling of the fur growing across his skin. He felt it in his blood, the beast inside him yearning for release. The base of his solid cock felt wider in his hands - the start of a knot. No! No, he had to remain as human as possible, or the trick would not work. His dick was electric between his fingers. Ethan moaned and began to fall forward. He caught himself with his free hand against the sink, making a loud thump. It didn't matter. He was close now. He felt the skin around his nuts tighten, and the fur around his crotch straining against his will. For a moment, he felt his entire body trying to change, just before- His crotch turned liquid, and the fur on his body vanished entirely. His nuts pulsed, and his dick spewed out great gobs of yellowish white spunk. The first blast splattered the mirror, nearly covering it. Ethan clenched his hand around his cock, and the second blast caught him under his chin, covering him in his own cum. He arched his back and lifted his head in a silent moan of glory. He felt his loins surge twice more.
Arthur paused. He thought he heard a loud thump from the bathroom and waited a moment. Nothing else. He shrugged and went back to his typing.
Ethan panted, his sticky chest heaving beneath him. His dick had returned to the unsheathed form that he was accustomed to, still dribbling the yellowish spunk. He looked up at the mirror and sighed. Rich had said in the e-mail that Ethan would need to expose Arthur to his tainted semen, but this amount was probably overdoing it. "Hang on," Ethan mumbled, opening the cabinet under the sink. Its handles were warm and sticky under his fingers, but he found what he was looking for - an empty spray bottle. He smiled as he unscrewed the top and began scooping up and dribbling the goo into it. It probably wouldn't mist very well, but it would work to store it - just in case. Compared to the rest of the small dorm, the bathroom smelled like horny, wet dog. Ethan smiled, leaving whatever he couldn't get into the bottle to dry. Arthur would stay in his room for hours, unless he came out to get food. Ethan went into his room with the bottle and set it down on his bedside table. He sat down on the floor and shut his eyes. The change came quicker than before, now that he was practising more often. It began with his fingers and toes, the feeling of being constricted, squeezing out of a mold. His dark fur sprouted on the backside of his hands as his nails darkened. His fingers became thicker as his human nails curled up into dull claws at their ends. He felt his heart thumping in his chest, the adrenaline surging through his system as his feet lengthened slightly as his pink skin was engulfed with white fur. The changes spread up his arms as his muscles thickened. Ethan was starting to feel the rush of strength again, savouring it as the warm, sure feeling spread through his veins. He licked his lips with a long, narrower tongue as his nose began to press out. The stubble on his face darkened and became finer, denser. He felt the first twinges of stiffness in his penis, already being swallowed by the canine sheath. His forearms were completely covered with fur and he felt his biceps growing, as his back widened, and his chest deepened. The scattering of hair across his thickening pecs became darker as the patch of fur forming in his crotch reached outwards, covering his tightening abs in an off-white pelt. He moaned quietly in pleasure as his face pressed outwards leaving small spatters of lovely, iron tasting blood in his mouth. His fur grew out from his crotch and covered his ass and the growing tail at the base of his spine. He ran a changed hand through his coarser hair, stopping to feel the tips of his pointed ears as the other traced the full, muscular curve of his chest and went to the darkened nipple that lurked just below the silky fur of his body. It continued downwards, over the firm ripples of his abs and down to the warm, throbbing prick that stuck out from his furry sheath. Ethan's rough hand stroked the stiffening tool, eliciting a small, careful moan. He blinked, clearing away the haze of lust from his mind. Arthur was in the room next door - if he did anything, he would be bound to make a noise, and that could make matters worse than they already were. He had to change Arthur, soon. He sighed, and put his hands on the floor beside him, concentrating on nothing. His ... need would have to wait until Arthur changed and could help him with it properly.
Arthur sat back on his chair as he closed his browser. Facebook could only keep him enthralled for so long. He was starting to get hungry again. If there were any leftovers from lunch, Ethan would have put them in the fridge. He pushed away from the desk and went to his door. As he stepped out into the hallway, he noticed an odd smell in the air. It wasn't thick, but it was still pretty noticeable. The bathroom seemed to be the source. "Ethan," Arthur muttered, "you've got to rinse the tub better after a shower." Arthur's ear started to itch, and he scratched it as he opened the fridge door. There were containers of food on the shelves, but nothing that he could reheat quickly. It seemed that all the food from lunch had already been eaten. "Hey Ethan," he shouted, "Is there anything that needs to be eaten?" He heard a muffled reply from Ethan's room and went over to the door. "Did you hear me?" "Come in for a sec," Ethan's quiet reply came. Arthur turned the handle and pushed the door open. "Wha-" He wasn't expecting the spray bottle pointed at his face inside Ethan's room. He certainly wasn't expecting to get hit with a jet of water in the eyes and mouth either. He gagged for a minute before spitting it out onto the back of his hand. Arthur wiped his face with the neck of his t-shirt. "Dude, what the hell was that for?" Ethan grinned. "Oh... you'll find out." Arthur glowered at Ethan. "Geez, what the hell? How long has that water been in that bottle for? It's got a groady smell and taste to it." Ethan moved back into his room. "It wasn't exactly water." Arthur scratched the back of his hand he had spat the stuff out onto. "Then... what did you put in it?" Ethan smiled as he sat down on the edge of his bed. His teeth flashed in the light. Arthur's heart fluttered in his chest. Ethan's shirt had ridden up his belly and he could see the dark hair on his roommate's abs and the waistband of his underpants, resting just below the muscular curve of Ethan's waist. Arthur's eye twitched and he snapped his gaze back up to Ethan's face. His teeth looked a bit different than they had a moment before, almost like they were pointier. Arthur started to say something but a strange, warm sensation spread across him for a heartbeat. He paused and wondered why he had been upset at his friend. "How are you feeling?" Arthur scratched the top of his chest. "I'm... a bit dizzy." "Well, sit down before you fall or something." Arthur blinked and walked toward Ethan's bed, past the chair in front of Ethan's computer, and sat down on the edge of his roommate's bed, next to Ethan. A sudden wave of vertigo overtook him. He fell sideways, straight into Ethan's arms. He could feel the strength of his friend's arms, his cheek nestled next to one of Ethan's thick biceps. "It's alright, you'll be okay in a minute," Ethan said. "What was in that bottle?" Arthur murmured as the world wheeled around him. "My cum." "Gross," Arthur said, not really feeling any revulsion, or even anger. He blinked as the spinning began to slow down, and he turned to look up at Ethan. "Why?" "To help you along with something." "What?" Ethan gave him another toothy grin, "You'll find out soon." His teeth were definitely getting pointier. Arthur also noticed that his normally trimmed sideburns were getting bushy, and were starting to look more like chops now. Even as Arthur watched, he could see Ethan's facial hair growing in, darker and thicker than normal. It spread along his chin, down his neck and around his mouth. His nose began to darken, and Arthur felt a lump growing in his stomach. Was he afraid? Ethan pushed Arthur back up into a sitting position. Arthur thought his roommate's arms felt hairier against his cheek, and the bulge of his biceps seemed to be growing more pronounced. Arthur looked at Ethan's chest. A small tuft of dense, white hair poked out from the top of the boy's t-shirt. Arthur raised a hand, and tentatively reached out. Ethan smiled. "It's fine," he said as he pulled off his shirt. Arthur's mouth dropped open. He had seen Ethan shirtless several times before, but he hadn't been this... furry. Nor had his muscles been so defined. Arthur felt a stirring in his loins as he leaned over and buried his face in the tuft of fur between his roommate's impressive pecs. He took a deep breath of Ethan's musk. Warmth spread through his head and down into his body. He could feel it getting into his blood, invigorating him. Arthur breathed in Ethan's smell, twice more. Each time, the exhilaration spread through him, down his limbs and back up to his head.
"That's right," Ethan murmured, "you're doing fine." His hands moved down to Arthur's button-up top, and began to undo them one by one, gently caressing the small tuft of fur that was growing in just below the collarbone.
Arthur looked up at Ethan's dark green eyes, seeing golden flecks for the first time. He lifted his head to look into his friend's eyes. He brought his face closer, closer, until his nose was a hair's breadth away from Ethan's. The delicious warmth was fading from his body and he wanted more. Ethan would give it to him. Ethan smiled, recognizing the look that came across Arthur's face. Arthur gently closed his eyes and leaned in a little more. Ethan's gentle lips embraced his as the precious warmth permeated his mouth. Arthur needed more. He pressed his tongue into his friend's mouth, feeling the warmth stronger now. The points of Ethan's teeth grazed his tongue. He could feel his own becoming like his friend's. He was going to become like his friend, too. Arthur needed Ethan. He pulled his friend's muscular body up to his, feeling the soft fur covering Ethan's thick pecs and rippled abs. Feeling the fur against his skin made him shiver. Arthur wanted more. He sat up and quickly tried to take his shirt off, clumsily attempting to open the last few buttons that were still done up.
Ethan felt his dick harden as he watched Arthur's previously lanky body begin to fill out. The new fur on his sternum was spreading, and he could see it starting on Arthur's arms as well. As Arthur struggled with his shirt, Ethan stood up and unbuttoned his jeans. A quick unzip, and they slid down his thick legs and pooled around his feet. Fur was sprouting out from the waistband of his tight underpants and his erection pressed out against the confining fabric. His balls felt larger than usual, swollen with his altered sperm. He knew what Arthur needed tonight - what he himself had needed the first few nights after waking up in Richard's apartment that first time. His dick was hard now to the point of bursting. He felt the knot at its base, aching between his ripped thighs. He wanted to tear off the small garment and shove his turgid cock up Arthur's ass. He wanted to cum now, and cum hard - but at the same time, he didn't want to scare off Arthur. Not just yet.
Arthur tore the shirt off of him, the last couple buttons popping off in frustration. He practically ripped open his pants and kicked them to the side. Arthur's boxers were wet with sweat and it clung to his skin. His own dick was swollen, its outline clear against his leg. He looked at Ethan, from his wolfy face with its growing muzzle, down his muscular chest, covered with the white and grey fur, his massive arms and strong hands. The sculpted abs beneath the soft, white fur, the tail that flicked idly on the bed, his thick legs, and long, paw-like feet. Arthur's eyes travelled back up to the long mass pressing against the thin fabric of Ethan's underwear. He felt his eye twitch. Arthur switched off for a moment, purely driven by instinct, and he dropped to his knees, and whined. If he had been thinking, he would have been surprised to hear that he sounded like a dog.
Ethan shuddered with pleasure. He pushed himself up off the bed and walked behind Arthur. Gently, he pushed on his friend's shoulders, and Arthur fell to his hands, a completely vacant expression in his eyes. Ethan stuck his claws under the waistband of Arthur's boxers and pulled them off him, down the formerly hairless ass to where they lay at his knees. Arthur's dick was semi-erect, and a thick white liquid was drooling out from the end. The last of his human sperm, being discharged. Ethan grabbed the spray bottle of his spunk, and gave Arthur's ass a couple spritzes. The fur began to grow around it within seconds, but Ethan wasn't watching. He pulled off his own underwear, damp with his musky sweat, and finally released his red, canine cock. It sprung up eagerly and a small thrill went through Ethan. He couldn't wait any longer. He lined up the tip of his prick, and thrust. An instant stretched for an eternity as his hard meat was surrounded by the tight warmth of Arthur. Ethan seized his friend's hips and pushed the boy's ass away from him. The tight walls pulled away from his length, making him ache for more. Just the tip was left inside when he pulled again and another wave of pleasure drowned him for a moment. A moment that didn't last long enough. He repeated, thrusting harder, each time stretching Arthur a little more. Each time, forcing a little more of his inflated knot inside the pup's ass. He could hear Arthur panting, his changes coming faster now. The nub of a tail grew just below the small of his back, and dark brown fur was spreading up his arms and legs. Ethan kept slamming his dick into the tight, hot hole, faster and harder. He pushed away again, and wound up for another pull. He felt his biceps and back flex as the pup's arse engulfed his cock once again. There was a brief moment of resistance, and a whine from Arthur as his knot slipped into place.
Arthur snapped out of the trance and scrunched his eyes with pain as he felt Ethan's hard knot tear open his ass. For an instant, he wanted to puke, but waves of the delicious heat spread through him. His own cock thickened and with Ethan's thrusts he felt its weight pull pleasantly on his groin. Ethan's claws raked against his hips and Ethan's heavy musk was thick in the air. It felt good to have his friend in his ass. Arthur took a deep breath, savouring the smell of his and Ethan's sweat in the air. His heart began to beat faster, blood burning in his veins. The white-hot feeling in his insides suffused his flesh and he felt his heavy dick twitch. He felt his muscles start to harden as they became engorged with blood. Arthur felt stronger, more alive than ever. He could see his small arms stretching outwards, being dusted with brown fur. He flexed every muscle in his body, his ass clenching down on the burning rod inside him. He saw his arms get larger, the muscle growing in small pulses in time with his heart. His skin burned, feeling like it was being torn apart. Where it hurt, the fur sprouted within moments and the feeling went away again. He could feel the bones inside him shifting, and a pressure in his back where his tail bone used to be. His new tail rubbed up against Ethan's taut stomach and he curled his fingertips into the coarse carpet. His tongue felt longer and he could see a muzzle pressing outwards from his flat, human face. Arthur felt like he was becoming real now, like his life up to now had only been a shadow. He started pressing back into Ethan's short, insistent thrusts. There was only one thing he needed now to start.
Ethan curled back in a loud moan as he felt his juices sluice through his hard cock into the pup's ass. Another hard spurt followed with a small thrust, limited by the knot, stuck in place. He slumped onto Arthur's widening, fuzzy back. He put one hand on Arthur's head and curled his fingers in his friend's hair. "So," Ethan panted, "I guess I should tell you. You're a werewolf now."
Arthur turned as much as he could with Ethan still locked inside him. "Yeah, thanks for the warning," he said with a smile. "What happens next?"
Ethan put his other hand on Arthur's meaty, fuzzy chest and sat up, pulling his friend upright. "I guess we'll just play it by ear."