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Something Borrowed Written by Leo_Todrius Commissioned by Wolfwithepix

Late afternoon sunlight draped the city like a comforter, the heavens themselves having turned a bright salmon orange. Long shadows were cast by the trees and street lights, but even longer shadows clung to the buildings. As beautiful as the sky was, it seemed even more beautiful reflected on the highly polished black surface of the mustang idling on the street. It was parked in front of a rather conventional house, the door to which sprung open as a young man barreled out of the front door, a backpack over his shoulders and a sleeping bag bundled up under his arm. A grin was plastered over the teenager's face as he moved over toward the car.

Brandon, or Fuscus as he was known by his friends, had been looking forward to the weekend for what seemed like weeks. He was a bit old for 'sleep overs' but a multi-night hangout sounded just his style. Fuscus was nineteen with wavy black hair cut into a bob of sorts, split down either side of his face. He was five feet and eight inches tall and a bit over a hundred pounds, lean and lanky. He had a pointed nose, a soft brow, good cheek bones and his chin was covered with an upside down t-shaped goatee. The black fuzz seemed a bit browner than the rest of his hair.

Fuscus reached the car and opened the door up, sliding his sleeping bag into the back before deciding to toss his backpack there too. Normally he just kept his pack on his lap, but he wanted to seem cooler than that, especially next to Slade. Fuscus dropped down into the passenger seat of the mustang, glancing over at the driver. Slade was nineteen as well, but he looked like he could have been twenty five. He was six foot four, two hundred and seventy five pounds of nearly pure muscle, his biceps and triceps so big that his black and turquoise wolf shirt nearly cut into the flesh. Slade had unusually black hair in that it almost seemed to have a silver tinge to it, often earning him the nickname of 'Slate' rather than his real name. Much like Fuscus, Slade had a long goatee hanging from his chin, but it was a lot less bushy and softer, hanging in a smooth tuft.

Slade and Fuscus had been in the same grade for many years and Fuscus had always looked up to his friend. He was the kind of crazy kid that could start sink fires in chemistry or make pants out of duct tape. He even had built a forge in his back yard in 10th grade. He'd even been the first guy Fuscus knew was sexually active, though he never figured out who. Then Slade disappeared entirely for senior year. Fuscus had gotten occasional post cards, learning Slade had walked all the way from Mexico to Canada in an effort to see the world before finally showing up again and getting his GED on his first attempt. It was sort of funny, Fuscus realized looking back he had a crush on Slade before he even knew he way gay... but after graduation, everything had fallen back into place again. Slade was settled back in the area and shared an old beat up house on the edge of town with a friend to split the rent.

"Got everything you need? Didn't over pack?" Slade chuckled. Fuscus grinned.

"I got everything, don't worry." Fuscus replied, pulling his seat belt on.

"Good, you're going to love this weekend." Slade said, grinning as he pulled out into the road and moved along his way. Fuscus watched his friend drive... He seemed so relaxed behind the wheel. His legs were spread wide, his right arm draped over the wheel, his hand limp on the other side. He seemed to be driving with his wrist. Fuscus tried to contain his general glee. He wanted to appear as calm and relaxed as he could, this was the last thing he wanted to mess up. He only hoped that Slade's roommate would be as cool.

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The ride had taken almost twenty five minutes, taking the two to the fringes of town. The sun had dipped below the horizon and the orange skies had faded to violet. The stars were coming out but there was still enough light to see, almost as if the valley had been bathed in a faint blue light. Slade's house was settled on the top of a hill bordering forest lands. The Mustang pulled up into the driveway, pulling to a stop. The lights flicked off and the engine went quiet. A moment later the door popped open and Fuscus stepped out, looking around in wonder. While the house seemed battered and almost abandoned with its chipped paint and rusted gutters, the hillside was amazing. It was as if Slade lived on the edge of the forest itself, letting wilderness rest at his back. He wondered if deer ever wandered up... That would be amazing.

Fuscus turned and grabbed his bags out of the back seat. The drive had been amazing. He felt like a big dog riding in such a sweet car. He'd even pretended to be bobbing his head to music as they passed other teens being driven around but their parents in SUV's. Fuscus moved for the house before tripping. He looked back and realized he'd gotten off kilter stepping into a large depression shaped like a paw print. He looked around, realizing there were several others in the yard.

"Do you have dogs around here?" Fuscus asked.

"No, but we have some wolves." Slade said, moving up toward the house. Fuscus looked a little startled, falling in closer behind Slade, though really it was perfect. Slade had always been a wolf lover. Slade opened the door and moved into the house, Fuscus following close behind. The house had been built in the seventies and it seemed little had changed. The whole house was done in diagonal wood paneling except for the kitchen. The floors were weathered and beaten hard wood with countless scratches. Even the furniture seemed old, beaten and punctured... but, like any good bachelor pad there were wall to wall DVD's at the corner between the living room and the dining room and a huge screen tv bundled up with all the current consoles.

"Nice collection." Fuscus grinned.

"Oh yeah, got all the Miyazaki movies, those are mine..." Slade grinned. He led Fuscus through the kitchen, a place that Fuscus knew he would likely try to help out on since it was in a state of disrepair, past the pantry and bathroom to a room at the end. It was wood paneled like the rest of the house, though it had the most peculiar tall and square bed. Thankfully it also had a dirty tan colored carpet. Fuscus plopped down his sleeping bag and backpack, stretching a bit.

"So what next?" Fuscus asked.

"What do you want to do?" Slade asked, the same question he always asked. Fuscus had known to expect it, they always hedged, not wanting to inconvenience the other.

"Some video games?" Fuscus proposed.

"Alright, Cruz should be back soon. He'd probably love to join in." Slade said.

"Sounds good to me, ease into our week of adventure." Fuscus grinned.

****

Fuscus woke up with a slight grunt, his eyes opening and closing slowly. He could have sworn he heard something scraping against the side of the house, but that could have just been his head. After two nights of staying up until the middle of the night, he felt a bit strung out. He didn't know how Slade or Cruz could do it, it was like they were creatures of the night and then slept until noon. It was becoming more apparent why Slade had picked him up at sunset. In addition to being night owls, Fuscus' hosts only seemed to eat copious amounts of undercooked meat and they didn't spend too much time focusing on cleanliness, at least conventional hygiene wise. At first it had been great to enjoy the bachelor's life, but after three days the lack of a washer or dryer was getting to him.

Fuscus stood up and shifted around, looking down at his boxer briefs. They were getting a bit groady and he needed a change. The young man moved over to the large dresser in the room, pausing as he looked at the mirror mounted above it. In the early morning light, there was a soft glint reflecting off of both the mirror and the nipple piercings Fuscus had, two silver balls on either side of each nub. He also had a bar through the upper lobe of his left ear. His deep brown eyes glanced from the mirror down to the dresser itself.

He finally and opened a drawer, finding only bags of jerky. He tried the second, relieved to find his friend's own supply of boxers, though that relief soon blossomed into something more. He was looking at his best friend and crush's underwear. Fuscus knew if he stayed in his current ones that they might become part of him. He reached into the drawer, grabbing an olive drab pair of boxer-briefs, but they didn't quite feel right... They weren't exactly moist; it was almost as if they were softened with some sort of oil. Fuscus lifted them and sniffed, his eyes squeezing shut as he was overcome with the overwhelming musk... But it wasn't a bad smell; it was more earthy and spicy. It was the scent of Slade... Although for all Fuscus knew, it was just their brand of fabric softener, sure, that had to be it. Anything else and he'd be tempted to steal a pair just for his own personal enjoyment.

Throwing caution to the wind, the young man lowered his own boxer-briefs and pulled the olive colored ones up his leg. They were a bit loose but they still contoured around his cheeks and over his package... and if anything, they felt good against his skin... very good. Fuscus turned one way and then the other, feeling it caress his hips... murmuring gently. He turned back towards his sleeping back and took a few steps before he realized his black bush was sticking up over the waistband of the boxers. He tugged them up a bit and reached for his bag before realizing that his bush was again exposed.

Fuscus tried pulling his boxers up again, but even as he did so his fingers brushed more fuzz. He looked down, realizing that the hair on his stomach had darkened, forming a pleasure trail leading up from his groin to his navel. It was a bit surprising to have more hair, but maybe he just hadn't noticed it before. Fuscus returned his attention to the task at hand and reached into his bag, fishing out a white shirt. He pulled it on over his torso, settling it into place, pausing when he noticed a bit of fuzz at the collar of his shirt. He reached for it, thinking it was lint, but he pulled at it only to realize it was attached to him.

Fuscus gained a lop sided smile as he realized that he had more chest hair than before. It seemed like spending a couple nights with his very manly friend had ushered him into a heightened state of masculinity, not that he minded. In fact, it was kind of hot. Just thinking about it that way made Fuscus aroused. His manhood started to firm, growing hard, snaking through the boxers. The young man gasped softly as he felt the soft, musky boxer-briefs caressing his tool. He felt it stretch and stretch, growing hard than ever before. Fuscus gasped softly as he felt his cock reach its full length... and then keep going, growing and stretching even more.

Blushing in surprise, Fuscus rushed to the bedroom door and shut it before he moved back in the mirror. He unbuttoned the fly of his borrowed boxer-briefs and fished out his manhood. Inch after inch spilled out of the fly until he was holding eight inches of meat in his hands. It was bigger than ever before. Even though Fuscus was wondering just what was going on, he couldn't ignore an opportunity like that. The young man returned to his sleeping bag and plopped down, bracing his legs against the carpet, sitting in just his underwear and a shirt. His fingers curled around his manhood and he started drawing his hand up and down around his meat, the heel of his hand brushing against the boxers with every thrust.

Soon hair began growing across the back of his hands and his knuckles. Fuscus's fingernails darkened from white to tan, tan to brown, then even darker. His fingers throbbed as the nails grew out longer, curving down on the tip, down on the sides, thickening. They hardened and sunk more into his fingers, anchoring as they became like claws... But Fuscus saw nothing, his eyes clenched shut, unaware that his hands looked wild and untamed. While one whipped up and down his shaft, the other moved to palm and grope his balls through the boxer-briefs. Even they seemed larger and plumper than ever before...

With every pump, with every jerk, Fuscus was changing. The pleasure trail on his stomach grew thicker, creeping up past his navel, spreading into the thick forest of chest hair that was growing. Fuscus' underarm hair was thicker than ever before as well, peeking out from the sleeves of his shirt. His hair began creeping down the back of his neck, growing shaggier all the time... and all of it came with such a deep seeded feeling of pleasure that Fuscus couldn't help himself.

The young man's nostrils flared as he inhaled his own musk mixing with the musk of the boxers, but as his nostrils took in the musk, the tip of his nose turned black. The tip began to soften, growing flatter before his nose upturned a bit. Fuscus moaned, his lips turning black, exposing that his canine teeth were sharper and longer than ever before, but then again so were the rest of his teeth. Fuscus toes curled as his toenails stretched and curved into claws as well, but his nails weren't the only thing to change.

Fuscus' feet throbbed as parts of his toe tips and the soles of his feet began growing puffy, pushing out and rounding into mounds like the paw pads dogs had. Fuscus was looking wilder and wilder all the time. His goatee had grown thicker, the underside of his jaw completely coated. More hair had grown out down the front of his neck, the fuzzy black fur-like hair connecting to his chest fuzz. As the line was completed from his chin to his balls, Fuscus began tingling all over his entire body.

Everywhere that he had hair normally began to change. The color of the hair on his arms drained away, leaving it an odd silver instead of black. The hair on his legs did the same. Stubble pushed out across the young man's cheeks, but it too was silver. Fuscus' face was dominated by silver stubble, forming a beard that was a counterpoint to his black goatee. The invisible fuzz between his dark eyebrows pushed out as silver, and then fuzz was starting to grow in places it never had before. The silver fuzz covered his forehead, swept down his nose to the black tip, it even covered his ears.

The silver fur continued spreading out across his shoulders and black, down his legs, it even coated his knees before sweeping down across his ankles and feet. In moments the last of Fuscus' human skin was disappearing, leaving him completely coated. The young man grunted and moaned, his tongue hanging out of his mouth as he jerked himself off, sliding one clawed hand into the underwear to grope his balls directly. He winced as one of his nails dug into the flesh. He knew he'd have to trim his nails when he got back home, not realizing they had become claws. He panted harder, continuing to pleasure himself.

What had started as a mere thin layer of silver fuzz across his body had developed into something far more. The silver fur grew out past an inch in length, then two inches. The black fur, however, was thicker than ever before. It pushed out, growing soft and luxurious. What would have been black stubble down his neck pushed out into a wild black mane, hugging his neck and connecting to the black fur that ran down the front of his body. Fuscus knew something was wrong, that something was out of the ordinary. He felt so good, too good. It had to be a dream, but whatever it was; he didn't want it to end... and it seemed to be kicking into high gear.

Fuscus suddenly grunted as pain ripped through his body, but as much as it had hurt, it came with the most wonderful wave of pleasure afterwards, like concentrated power and strength. Fuscus cringed again as it ripped through his spine. Soon his vertebrae felt like they were swelling larger, thicker, stronger... but they were spreading apart as well. Fuscus felt his spine stretching, bit by bit. His ribs throbbed as they started to push outward and apart, his abdomen stretching. On top of it all, soon Fuscus felt as if his legs were experiencing the strongest growing pains he'd had since he had entered his teens.

His toes curled, his feet cramped and his legs stretched. Despite sitting down, it was clear that Fuscus was growing. He added an inch to his frame, then another. His body was creeping toward six feet tall with every moment and his feet spread longer and wider as well. There would be little chance to fit into his old shoes again. His spine had stretched just enough as he hit six feet tall that his shirt had ridden up on his abdomen, revealing the lower portion of his furry stomach... but the most drastic changes were yet to come.

Fuscus had always had a fairly average body type. He had just enough meat on his bones not to be considered a bean pole, but he was slight enough to squeeze between crowds at school and to generally be unmenacing. His clothes had been baggy most of his life, but his loose white shirt was hugging him as if it had been vacuum packed. It showed off every contour of his chest and arms, arms that had more definition than ever before. Flesh that had been even and smooth now had contours and curves. Fuscus' biceps and triceps were visible, even his forearms had gained muscle... and for the muscles to be visible through his two coats of fur, that was a feat upon itself.

What had been an idyllic mental state had been punctuated with pain and pleasure in equal measure. Fuscus knew it was more than just a dream, more than some fantasy state. He knew he had to open his eyes, but he was worried what he would see... Whether it would be the same as it had always been, or if something had changed. In the end, the not knowing got to him. Fuscus opened his eyes and blinked. At first he thought his vision was still fuzzy from clenching them shut so tight, but then he realized that he was the fuzzy one. He lifted his left hand... or paw, turning it over, bending his fingers. He brought the paw up to his face and felt the tips of the claws resting against his cheek.

His eyes moved up the arm from his paw, seeing the thick muscles... His muscles. A shock of giddy appreciation moved through him as he realized that he finally had strong muscles. He flexed his left arm; the muscles bulging a bit, though that caused them to grow even larger. It was something his shirt was unprepared for. There was a moment of pain as the sleeves cut into his muscle, and then a loud popping noise as stitches gave way. Without the reinforced seams, the fabric stretched and tore loudly. The sound and feel of clothes tearing apart on his body was like an aphrodisiac to Fuscus. He shuddered, watching the sleeve tear itself apart as his thick meaty arm escaped his prison.

Fuscus removed his right hand from his cock and flexed it as well. Just as before, the cuffs split and then the fabric all but exploded, leaving the changing young man with what seemed to be a sleeveless shirt. He shuddered in lust before he felt a wet spot forming just below his belly button. When Fuscus looked down, he couldn't believe what he saw. At first it seemed like his cock had been caught in the olive drab boxer-briefs and stretched them to their limit around shaft, taking on every detail. That was not the case.

As his hand returned to his rod, Fuscus confirmed that his shaft was still sticking out of the fly... but his manhood had taken on the most unusual color from the boxer-briefs, a distinctive forest green color. It was still a healthy piece of man meat, veined and hot and throbbing in time with his heart beat. If anything, it was better than ever before. His shaft was eight inches long and at least four inches wide. The base of his cock seemed to bulge out just a bit more, making him seem even more impressive, though the tip seemed a bit different than he recalled, almost a bit more pointed.

Fuscus looked at his body from his clawed toes to his furry legs and arms. It was obvious that he had taken on a fur coat and animal features, though the green cock was a bit of a misnomer. Feeling an itch on his ear, Fuscus reached up absent mindedly to scratch it, only to realize it wasn't there. He tapped the sides of his head, but neither ear was there. He whimpered in dismay before he felt something move on the top of his head. He reached up and soon found that his ears had moved, rising up into points above his head. He stroked the fur on his ears, smirking as he found his bar piercing in his left ear just where he had left it.

"That's a relief..." He murmured, pausing as he realized his voice was deeper than before. His eyes went wide in surprise. "Relief." He repeated, trying to get used to it before he suddenly grunted, his eyes clenching shut. His entire face felt as if it was throbbing and aching. The reason why soon became clear as his jaw and upper lip began extending forward, his nose following. As his face stretched out, Fuscus' nose lost its usual bend at the bridge of his nose, the nose sloping down in a steady angle. His nostrils flared, strong black flesh fully coating the base as it lifted up to face forward, becoming far more canine in shape.

Fuscus shifted as his teeth stretched. He ran his tongue over them all, realizing that he'd lost the flat plant eating teeth in favor of many strong fangs. Fuscus opened and closed his mouth, feeling his muzzle stretch out several inches before it came to a stop. He reached up, running his paws all over his muzzle, giving the length an exploration before he grinned. He was a wolf, he was a werewolf, he'd become a wolf... Well mostly, he was still missing his tail. Almost as if his body had been waiting for him to realize that he was missing that feature, he grunted as his ass cheeks grew more muscled and pushed apart, making room for his tail to grow in.

His tailbone pushed down and away from his body slowly, curving out away from his ass before curling down. Unlike dog's tails, wolf tails hung low and that certainly seemed to be how his was going. New bones grew in and connected, stretching the flesh out wildy. Muscles formed around the bones and the flesh around that began exuding silver fur. The fur grew out thicker and thicker, making the tail seem much bigger than it was from the fleshy part. Soon the tail whipped around behind Fuscus, thwaping against the wall behind him. Fuscus shuddered, feeling so very amazing in general.

It was an intoxicating feeling to have that strength coursing through his body, but something told Fuscus he wasn't yet done. His body felt so much heavier, so much stronger, denser... but it wasn't over. He knew he could milk the change for just a bit more. Fuscus grabbed onto the bed and hoisted himself up onto his feet, getting a momentary bout of dizziness as his body tried to adjust to being six feet tall. Fuscus turned to face the mirror, lifting his arms slowly. He looked at his huge, thick arms, the muscles he had gained, the pride like a drug in his system... and then he started to flex.

Fuscus felt his arms tighten and bulge, but he was flexing more than just his arms. He was moving through his muscle groups, clenching and unclenching every muscle he could. His ass cheeks swelled larger with muscle, his abdomen developed even tighter groups, and most excitingly of all, his pectorals started pushing out, swelling thicker. As they grew and pushed out, his shirt strained more and more, spreading like tissue paper across his swelling body. Fuscus didn't let up, watching in great eagerness as the white fabric started to split. Tears formed around his pecs, the shirt still hugging around his neck and his ribs.

The wolfman flexed more and more, kissing one arm and then the other, bearing down. The exertion seemed to be taken in by his change, his muscles growing even more before the shirt stretched across his torso seemed to explode like a popped balloon, shreds falling to the floor around his feet. Once more Fuscus was left standing in only his borrowed boxer-briefs, panting from his muzzle, his thick body standing tall and proud. Fuscus looked at his image in the mirror, realizing he had to be something like two hundred and fifty pounds of muscle, maybe even more... and that realization brought him over the edge.

Fuscus tipped his head back and began letting out a howl as his cock throbbed. His paw shot back to the meat, taking hold of it as it began to gush out thick musky yellowed wolf cum. It sprayed like a fountain and the pleasure ripped through Fuscus' mind as he doused the open dresser, showering the other boxers that he had picked through. Moments leaked into minutes, then one minute trailed into another before the orgasm finally ebbed, leaving the huge wolf panting hard. As the smells moved into his nose, his enhanced smelling picked up way more of the musky spice from before... and Fuscus realized what it was, it was the cum of a werewolf.

Like a light bulb going on in his head, Fuscus realized that he had put on boxer-briefs soaked in the cum or precum of a werewolf, and it had been virile enough to trigger his own change. Fuscus looked down, giving his green cock another stroke. Slade or Cruz were werewolves, probably both of them... and the week's invitation could have been meant to bring him into the fold. Fuscus' brain nearly exploded when he realized just how cool Slade was now, being a werewolf on top of everything else, but he had to go find Slade, to share everything he had become. Fuscus turned, nearly ripping the door off of its hinges as he moved out to go find his friend.

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Fuscus moved out of the house and into the morning air, stumbling a bit as if he had just gotten up. In a way he had, he was moving with a body that was taller, heavier and furrier than anything he was used to. He had half expected to be fighting off some killer animal instinct, but the only instincts that came to him seemed to be enhanced senses and a raging hard on. His paws felt so good on the ground, digging into the dirt and the clay. Fuscus had expected to be cold as well, there was still frost clinging to the blades of grass and the tree limbs, but even in just his boxer-briefs the new wolf felt fine.

Catching a scent on the air, Fuscus tried a second sniff, then a third. He could smell two different smells co-mingling. Both were spicy and musky, but one was what he had smelled in the underwear drawer. The other had to be Case. Fuscus charged off across the hillside, starting to move through the trees. His tail swayed a bit as he moved, his brown eyes wide open and taking everything in. His ears suddenly perked as he heard branches break and two big wolves came rolling into a clearing, their arms and legs entwined, snapping at each other in a playful way. Fuscus watched in awe.

The early morning sun fell across their furry bodies. One wolf was the color of black stone, glossy and dark, amber eyes and a fierce red member. His muscles bulged and his fur was shaggy all over. The other had a far more complex coat of fur; the pristine white cheeks of his muzzle, the stripe of copper up along the bridge of his nose and forehead, the black of his nose and a goatee hanging from his chin, even the salt and pepper fur that covered his ears and made up a slight mane down to his cheeks. Cruz was a fine Mexican grey wolf, proud of his heritage.

And, somehow, Fuscus was sure the wolves were Cruz and Slade. He rushed out across the clearing and lunged, his heart racing as he expected to take part in playtime. He caught Slade and knocked him off Cruz, the two rolling... though Slade was a lot bigger as a wolf. The black wolf suddenly grabbed Fuscus and pinned him to the ground before he lowered his hips. Fuscus gasped as he felt a hot wolf cock starting to rub against his groin. Slade leaned down, nuzzling Fuscus' mane before he slurped and sucked at the fuzz, humping harder. Fuscus panted softly, starting to hump upwards involuntarily, his cock aching as it became as hard as stone. He had wanted this moment for so very long.

"I see you finally got around to snooping, I was wondering how long it would take." Slade whispered.

"I wasn't snooping, I just needed something to we-Ahhh!" Fuscus gasped as he felt a wet nose nudge in between their two cocks. Cruz had moved over and was sniffing at the meats, inhaling the pungent musk of two wolves before his muzzle parted and he began licking over their lengths. Fuscus' eyes rolled into the back of his head and he moaned in bliss. Slade's hands started sliding over his friend's body, caressing his eight pack abs, his thick pecs, his biceps and triceps.

"You turned out great, these muscles are amazing." Slade whispered, leaning in. He nuzzled his nose through Fuscus' chest fur before he found his pierced nipples. He rubbed them with his nose until they were hard and started to lick and suck them.

"I think it's time we welcome him to the pack." Cruz murmured.

"Do you think he's up to it?" Slade asked. Cruz snorted.

"I could smell him go into heat just being around you." Cruz replied. Slade smirked, moving back slowly. Fuscus glanced up, realizing that much like himself, Slade had an unusual colored shaft... though his was turquoise. He wasn't sure what was going on at first until he felt furry paws curl around his legs. Slowly his lower half was lifted until his ass was exposed, his tail lying across the ground. Slade rested Fuscus' legs over his shoulders and moved in. Fuscus gasped softly as he felt a hot cock start to nudge at his virgin ass. He took a soft breath and relaxed as much as he could, feeling the head glide into him. He grunted gently in desire, feeling himself be mated... but then, beyond strange, Fuscus started to feel another cock nudge at his hole.

Fuscus had expected it to hurt, but as the second cock began squeezing into him next to the first, he felt no pain. It seemed his body had known to expect a double dose of wolf cock even when he had not. Slade and Cruz got their hips adjusted before they suddenly thrust in, sliding in inch after inch. Fuscus' back arched as he felt himself filled with lycan manliness. They were so big, so thick, their cocks throbbing with vitality... It was glorious. Slade and Cruz started working with a steady rhythm, building up force. They pistoned in and out of the gray wolf as if they were one big shaft, but soon their cocks hit his prostate and pleasure exploded through Fuscus.

Fuscus shuddered, his tongue hanging out of his muzzle as he felt something just as good as an orgasm, but completely different. In his lusty haze, he vaguely felt paws starting to massage his pecs, his abs, his arms. His entire body was being massaged. Slade and Cruz were going at it wildly, soon falling out of rhythm. The cocks seemed to be alternating in and out, slicked up with enough precum that they were frictionless. For Fuscus this meant his g-spot was struck twice as often. He drooled openly as his green cock pulsed and soon started spraying his seed all over the chests of the two wolves.

Slade leaned down, burying his face in Fuscus' neck, licking and slurping, then biting gently. The feel of the needle like fangs on Fuscus neck was incredibly hot, but so was the fact that their hands were worshipping his muscles. Cruz reached up and stroked Fuscus' tail before giving it a gentle possessive tug. Even that sent chills through the silver wolf. As off kilter as Slade and Cruz had gotten, as they approached their orgasm they fell back into sync and filled Fuscus with the same, steady thrusts. As they careened toward the edge of bliss, they both lifted their muzzled heads upwards and let out a deep, resonating howl. The sound ripped through Fuscus and soon he lifted his head and joined in, unable to resist it even as he wanted to.

As the three wolves howled together, all three males felt their balls seize up, their cocks pulse and thick wolf cum spray out. The flood filled Fuscus deeply, the heat radiating out from his lower abdomen. His howl ended with a moan as he flopped backwards onto the ground, satiated and worn out from such eager sexing. Cruz slowly pulled his cock out, though it almost got stuck as Slade's shaft had bloated at the base. The two sides of his cock had bloated out like half tennis balls, forming a knot. With Cruz out of the way, the knot bloated and locked inside of Fuscus, trapping Slade's juices inside. Slade slowly laid down on Fuscus, wrapping him in a furry muscled embrace. The black wolf brought his muzzle to Fuscus', the two instinctively intertwining. Their tongues wrestled and their lips rubbed before finally Slade pulled back.

"Move in with us..." Slade said.

"Move in with you?" Fuscus asked in awe.

"Live for the night, for the sex, for the hunt and the play... Sleep during the day, be a wild animal with us." Slade whispered. Fuscus' heart fluttered in excitement.

"I'd love that... But I might need to pick up a few more clothes, more boxer-briefs." Fuscus smirked. Slade rolled his eyes.

"Just borrow mine, that already worked out great." Slade chuckled, kissing Fuscus again. The gray wolf melted into the kiss, knowing that Slade already knew his answer.