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Paint Play Written by Leo_Todrius Commissioned by Tyrik

There was always something strange about yard sales, at least to Eric. Going to a stranger's house, seeing their possessions strewn out on a mish-mash of tables. Still, this yard sale had his favorite kind of atmosphere. The garage was clean, finished with plaster on the walls and a good set up of shelves to organize. The prices were fair, and there wasn't an over-abundance of toddler stuff.

Eric towered over the other customers, standing almost six and a half feet tall. His long blond hair cascaded down over his shoulders and down to his nipples, complimenting his Norse nose and chin. He was a living Viking, minus the axe and the beard. He was incredibly lean too from his love of running. He looked at a stack of Playstation one games before glancing across two rows of tables to his friend James.

James found it easier to blend in than Eric. He had black hair and green eyes and the stubble on his chin was starting to reach a length where it could almost be considered something other than laziness. He was five foot nine and pretty well muscled from his years in high school wrestling, though after his knee injury it had been hard to work out enough to avoid getting a bit of a gut. His wrestling shirt was stretched over the roundness, not hiding it very well.

James moved toward the back of one of the tables, his eyes nearly glazing over a box of craft supplies before he froze. His green eyes darted back, re-reading. The supplies were a mismatch of years worth of collecting, but someone had included something rather peculiar. One of the bottle of paints was actually body paint, specifically the kind used for theater. A guilty blush crossed his cheeks and he glanced over at Eric, feeling a rush of familiar emotions and forgotten longing.

Eric and James had been friends for their entire lives. They'd grown up together, entered puberty together... and they had developed some particularly unique interests. They had been obsessed with werewolves as children to the point of role-playing in secret that they were in fact werewolves. They would eat raw meat, they would wear puffy and over-sized coats and baggy pants, hiding the fact that they wore no t-shirts or underwear beneath. Their teenage years had been rife with imaginative explorations, both alone... and with each other.

James had been the alpha and Eric had been his bitch. They even used body paint to mark themselves as wolves, furthering their play.

As high school wore on, though, their private time had shrank and their role-play had fallen by the wayside. Now, after graduation, James realized how much the pair had lost. The nostalgia turned into guilt and the guilt turned into longing. He picked up the shoe box full of paints and glitter and glue.

"Is there a discount if I get the whole thing?" James asked. Eric looked over at that in surprise.

"Oh sure, how about... Five?" The sale runner commented. James nodded at that.

"Sounds great." He replied, setting the box back down to fish out his wallet. He hadn't been in need of the other items, but if the bottle had been put in there by mistake he didn't want to draw attention to it. Eric moved over to investigate what his boyfriend was so keen on getting, coming up behind James. James reached back and grabbed onto the groin of Eric's jeans, groping his friend in public. Eric's eyes rolled into the back of his head and he pushed into the palm of his lover. James didn't let go until he found the five with his free hand and handed it to the sale runner. Eric let out a soft sigh of joy. Despite being so big and tall and having so much to be confident about, he always felt best when he was at James' mercy.

"Thanks very much!" James said, taking the box and turning back for the car. Eric followed after dutifully, reaching up to brush some of his long blond hair out of his face.

"What is it? What did you get?" Eric asked, excited that his boyfriend was so excited. James reached into the box and pulled out the bottle of body paint and tossed it to Eric. Eric caught it, not sure what he was looking at for a moment before his eyes widened. James grinned at that.

"It's been too long since we went out under the full moon my love..." James whispered, moving around the car to the driver's seat. Eric opened the passenger door and hunkered down, squeezing into the low car. His jeans were quite tented, hinting at the nine inch cock tucked away inside. He'd been to a lot of good yard sales, but none had ever ended with as good of a find as this.

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After a sleepy morning of yard sales beneath overcast skies, the clouds had cleared and a magnificent afternoon was giving way to evening. The stars were starting to come out but the horizon was still on fire with the last trailing edge of the setting sun. James' car was covered in mud and dust, parking off to the side of the gravel road. The two had driven out as far into the woods as they could go. The trees were bare, having lost their leaves for the winter. Despite the dropping temperatures, Eric sat on the hood of the car wearing only his jeans. His bare torso was on display for James to admire... and admire it he did. James sat next to Eric, lifting the bottle of beer to his lips taking a swig before handing it to his boyfriend.

"Do you remember the times we'd play out here?" James murmured. Eric took his swig before nodding.

"Yeah, but it took forever to hike this far, half the time we were worn out before we got here." Eric smirked. James chuckled at that.

"If only we had access to a car back then." He replied, reaching behind him to grab the bottle of body paint. It was a fairly big one, though it was a bit old.

"Oh wow, two thousand and two." He murmured.

"That was a good year... It was brand new when we were in the heat of our playing." Eric said softly. James grinned a bit at the use of the word. There was no use delaying.

"Strip for your alpha..." James commanded. Eric licked his lips and hopped off of the hood and reached down, unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans. Much to James' surprise, the pants released a thick blond bush and then all nine inches of the Viking's uncut shaft. He had gone without underwear just as they had when they were younger.

"Fuck... Eric, you are the sexiest beast that has ever roamed this earth." James groaned. Eric grinned at that and dropped his pants, stepping out of his shoes. Despite being a runner, he had discarded his socks at some point on the way to their encounter. He wiggled his toes as he stepped into the wet dead leaves. James sat there, staring at his boyfriend's perfection for a long moment before he relented to the idea of joining him.

"God, I wish I wasn't so fat... Makes me look like a pig." James grunted as he squeezed off his old wrestling shirt. Eric moved over, rubbing his hands over his boyfriend's belly.

"Every alpha should have a little big of a paunch, shows that they are important enough to eat that extra bit." Eric said. James grinned at that and leaned in to kiss his lover. Eric felt James' chin scruff rubbing his smooth chin and a chill ran down his spine.

The two embraced for a long moment before James hurried up and peeled off his pants and boxers, tossing them aside. He yelped a bit as his butt touched the cold hood, but he pressed into Eric for warmth and felt better almost immediately.

Wordlessly, both lovers reached for the body paint at the same time. It was a fairly large bottle, almost a half gallon. They unscrewed the top and saw that the protective foil inside had been punctured long ago, but only a little bit of the paint had been used. It was thick inside, a brownish black fluid that had the consistency of something between syrup and pudding. James was breathing faster just looking at it.

"Who should go first?" James asked softly. Eric shook his head.

"We'll do it together." Eric said. James grinned at that and held out a hand and Eric put one next to his. The two poured the big bottle together with their other hands and watched as the thick slimy paint rolled out and splattered into their hands, coating their palms and dripping between their fingers. It had been too long and the act they shared bonded them even more. The excitement felt like an electric current surging through James, forcing his seven inch cut cock to engorge and grow, hardening quickly.

Not wanting to waste any more of the paint than they had to, the lovers set the bottle down on the hood of the car. Eric looked down at the palm full of pigment and reached over to start his artistic craft. His hand worked at James' chest first, creating a brown splotch to represent chest fur, then a trail downward the widened over the former wrestler's belly, fanning out into his natural bush. It had been how they always started, to represent the wolf emerging from within.

James let out a deep and luxurious moan, feeling the cool paint on his warm skin and the artful touch of his lover. It was, of course, an added bonus that Eric was servicing him first. James was getting hornier by the second, but he couldn't leave Eric hanging either. He took his sloppy hand and began painting across Eric's chest, covering the cleft between his pectorals, fanning out wider and wider before passing over his nipples, giving Eric the illusion of an incredibly hairy chest before he started taking the paint lower and lower.

Eric was breathing shallowly, his eyes glazed over with pleasure. It was insane to think that they had ever grown out of this or let life get in the way. They had been luckier than anyone else to have found such joy, such imagination, such pleasure. They had found each other and nothing else mattered... although their paint play had never felt quite so amazing before either. Eric wasn't sure if it was the fact that they had gone so long without it, the cool air, or how unusually thick the paint was but it felt absolutely fantastic.

"Do you feel good pup? Do you like what your alpha made you?" James hissed in pleasure. Eric blushed and nodded, completely submissive despite his height. James had a wild grin as he grabbed Eric's head with his hand, smearing paint all over his lover's cheek and ear as he pulled him in for a kiss. The two embraced, their tongues wrestling wildly for moments on end. It was a deep and passionate kiss, one that consumed their entire focus - enough so that neither realized that something strange had started to happen. Long, thick hairs were starting to push out from their skin beneath the thick body paint, soaked and coated in the dark brown but growing thicker by the second.

Soft, thick, wet patches of hair spread out across James' chest and tickled their way down the trail toward his groin. Eric's growth was even more impressive as curls and thickets of hair emerged across the huge wet coating of his chest. Still, the paint had been so thick it was hard to see the change in the setting light. To Eric and James, the tingling in their skin was just the cool bite of the paint and their imaginations running wild with them.

"Turn around, it's time for your 'tail'." James murmured. Eric grinned at that and turned around, bending over on the hood of the car, his hard cock aching and throbbing beneath him. James grabbed the bottle of paint and poured a bit more into his hand, although he hesitated. It almost looked like the hand covered in paint was bigger than it should have been. The palm seemed wider, the fingers thicker. It had to be the coating. He set the bottle back and took the hand full of paint and began smearing it across Eric's ass, covering the cheeks and working up the small of his back.

As kids they'd tried a few different iterations of 'tails', even buying fake ones off the internet, but for now they'd just have to make do with a painted tail rising up unrealistically from their asses. Eric shivered, his toes flexing in the dirt as James painted his ass. His hands flexed too, throbbing and tingling. While one hand harmlessly dragged along the paint of the car, the other started to encounter resistance. Eric's paint coated fingernails were stretching out and curving, thickening into claws that cut into the paint job of the car.

Feeling naughty, James took one paint covered finger and pushed gently into Eric's hole, coating the pucker, sliding the finger back and forth. Eric threw back his head, his long blond hair blowing in the wind as he let out a resonating fake howl. James shivered in pleasure at that, his cock almost hurting it was so hard.

"Fuuuuck, Eric, I need you." James groaned.

"But you're not done yet... Your tail, your cock..." Eric said eagerly, grabbing the paint. This time he was far from cautious, pouring the paint into his clean hand, getting it all over the place. He nearly lunged on James, circling around him with a frenetic energy. James shivered and quivered as his own ass was painted, Eric taking the time to give his illusory tail a nice curve and full thickness in the depiction. Eric took it further, reaching between James' legs to cover his balls in paint.

James rocked and wobbled, overwhelmed with the pleasure of it all. He felt nearly hypnotized. As Eric circled him, it seemed almost like his lover's ass had truly become furry and the fur was pushing out of the small of his back too. James groaned, closing his eyes, imagining his boyfriend really was turning into a werewolf. That was when the cold, thick, comforting slickness of the paint wrapped around James' cock. Eric had closed his sloppy hand over his alpha's meat and was dragging it up and down, coating it liberally.

"My alpha's sheath is amazing... So thick, so full, so dark." Eric whispered. James loved this, completely, but his beta was going a bit far to give him a hand job. James knew he was the alpha and it was his job to make the move. James grabbed Eric and pushed him against the hood of the car, eliciting a moan from his pup. He dragged his brown paint covered cock down through Eric's ass cheeks. It felt exhilarating, although the cheeks seemed further apart than before.

Ever so slowly, James tilted his cock until the head of his cut shaft was against Eric's pucker. James took a breath and using the paint as lube, began pushing in. To both of their surprise, Eric's ass offered far less resistance than before. The Viking's pucker had swollen larger but not tighter, turning a dark and rubbery black. James slid in inch after inch before coming to a stop, buried deep in his boyfriend's posterior. It felt amazing to be so deep so fast, although there was an odd, firm bump against the base of James' belly. Eric's tailbone was swollen.

"Did I hurt you, love?" James whispered. Eric whined and moaned, two clawed hands gripping the hood of the car. The wind blew across his naked body, filtering through his one bushy brown sideburn and across his pointed ear, the sides of his face uneven from where James had grabbed his head before.

"It feels perfect... Fuck me alpha, please!" Eric whimpered and moaned. James grinned at that and started drawing back and thrusting in, moving fast and hard, picking up speed. The paint on his cock made it all sound sloppier and wetter than usual, something he rather enjoyed.

While Eric was no doubt content to just get fucked, James wasn't done with their play. James kept fucking his lover, grabbing the bottle of paint with a clawed hand. His clean palm was soon sullied with a thick glob of paint and the alpha went to work. He reached around Eric's hips and grabbed his boyfriend's long, uncut cock. The paint smeared over the hot, hard flesh and dripped down his balls. Lewd, wet slurps came from the reach around James gave to Eric and Eric thrust into the hand as if his life depended on it.

At first it had felt as if Eric was too loose, his ass spacious and reminding James that he hadn't exactly been the biggest male in the relationship. With each thrust, though, that was changing. Eric's ass felt tighter and tighter, the space more confining, the friction hotter. James moaned deeply, leaning in to Eric's neck, nuzzling past the hair to start licking and sucking on the flesh before gently biting. The so called alpha was unaware that his cock flesh was changing beneath the paint.

The outer layers of James' cock were getting thicker and tougher, building up and outward. As he thrust in, Eric's pucker pushed the thicker layers back, revealing the sloppy, glistening, super sensitive inner member. The built up flesh started coalescing against his groin, changing into a retracted sheath. Fur pushed up from the flesh, covering it quickly and completely in a velvety sheen before a web of flesh anchored it to James' belly. With his sheath and furry balls, the cock was free to continue changing.

Each thrust brought James new length and girth, the paint wearing off of the cock changing in the hot confines of Eric's ass. The revealed flesh was a hot crimson color, veined and throbbing... and it was far from a human shape. Just as the boys had fantasized about all their lives, as they had pictured and dreamed of, James was fucking Eric with a canine cock. As strange and amazing as that was, James was not alone.

The alpha had gotten so wrapped up in the amazing ass that he was fucking that he had paid no attention to the hand job he was giving. His clawed, padded paw had worked the strange paint all over and into Eric's erection. His uncut foreskin was stretchy and pliable, coated in thick paint soaked fur. As James' grip tightened, he pulled back on the foreskin harder than ever before. A bright red pointed canine tip emerged, and James' hand pulled the foreskin back more and more as it changed into a sheath, letting the foot long wolf cock emerge.

Eric panted hard, his tongue hanging out of his mouth. His right ear had gone completely wolf, twitching and shifting. He was in heaven, so much that his body needed another way to express itself. The lump above his ass cheeks was dormant no longer, pushing out. James grunted as his belly rammed into something longer, let alone something fluffy. He looked down with bleary eyes to see the unfurling tail emerging from his boyfriend's ass.

"What the fuck?!" James grunted, stumbling backwards. He had expected his cock to pop free of Eric's ass after seven inches but it was still sliding out after ten, twelve, fourteen. At almost eighteen inches the puppy pecker slipped free. James stumbled free, panting hard, gasping in shock, his eyes widening. Eric turned to whimper at the sudden desertion of his alpha, and the sight that James saw was like something out of their fantasies.

Eric's wet, paint soaked tail was wagging above a furry ass. The viking had a foot and a half long wolf cock, a chest covered in fur, and two huge clawed hand paws. Paint had dribbled and dripped all over his body, giving him patches of fur, but the largest was the right side of his face complete with wolf ear and bushy sideburns. James slowly looked down at his own body. His wolf cock was immense, his own hands turned into paws, fur covering his chest.

"It's... it's real?" James whispered. Eric picked the bottle of paint up off the hood and brought it with him as he approached James.

"Either we lost our minds together, or the universe rewarded our faithfulness... Whatever it is, don't leave me... You're my alpha. Finish what you started, make me yours." Eric whispered. James was scared, sure, but his heart and his cock both demanded that he give Eric what he wanted. He looked his boyfriend over and reached out to gingerly touch his tail. Eric moaned happily and that filled James with glee, a fact that sent his own tail going. James' eyes widened in shock at that as he looked over his shoulder to see a medium length tail had pushed out of his own backside.

The moment of self reflection was all it took for Eric to make his move. He brushed his long hair out of his face as he leaned down and opened his lips wide, letting his tongue drag along the underside of James' canine phallus. It was so hot and musky and slick, even better than he'd imagined in all of his fantasies. James went stiff at that, his cheek twitching a bit as his brain was overridden with so much pleasure.

Eric reached the pointed tip and began pushing back down, this time bringing his lips around the cock. As eh took more and more into his mouth, he began to rhythmically bob his head, feeling the hot slick member slide back and forth across his tongue. James was groaning sharply at that, panting hard. There was no more holding back, no questioning. He was giving in to whatever was happening.

James clutched the bottle desperately, squeezing it a bit too hard in excitement. Blobs of paint rained down his legs and splattered his feet, but he filled both of his paws with paint before he started smearing it all over Eric's face. James massaged it into his boyfriend's skin, covering his cheeks and chin, his nose, even his closed eyelids and forehead. He massaged it into Eric's scalp and coated him liberally. A fine layer of fur sprouted up beneath the paint as if fertilized, but the more distinct change came beneath James' hands.

Like a potter molding clay, Eric's face was stretching around the wolf cock he sucked. James felt it changing and guided it with his hands, feeling Eric's jaw lengthen and stretch, watching his nose flatten out and the nostrils tilt up, darkening beneath the paint. No longer obstructed by human flesh, Eric's wolf ear migrated up to the top of his head along with a brand new one on the other side.

Wanting to complete his work of art, James smeared the remaining paint he had on Eric's neck and shoulders, but it seemed that they had reached a critical point. Fur was pushing through the skin even where there was no paint, covering the changing human flesh. James looked down at Eric's feet and how they were developing paw pads and fur and claws. As the changes spread out and the last of Eric's humanity disappeared, he looked far more like an anthro wolf that had fallen into mud than a human painted into a wolf.

"Suh-fuwken-guuud..." Eric mumbled around the cock in his mouth, though he felt a particularly interesting sensation near the base. James' cock was getting spongy and swollen, forming the knot that was a tell tale sign of a successful mating. Realizing how close his alpha was getting, Eric realized how negligent he was being. He slowly pulled off his master and gave the cock a few more loving licks before he rose up to look at James eye to eye.

"Eric, this..." James trailed off, speechless. Eric reached over and took the bottle in his hand, surprised at how empty it was. They had used up over three quarters of the bottle, but thee was just enough left.

"Master, may I?" Eric asked. James smiled gently and nodded. Eric lifted the bottle up, high over James' head and tipped it. The brown goo came rolling out, splattering over his black hair, rolling down his face and neck and shoulders. After the last drop had dribbled out, Eric pressed into his alpha, groin to groin as he massaged his lover's face.

It felt weird to James, and it became abundantly clear that the paint smelled and tasted like musky clay. James also felt a bit numb like the Novocain effect after visiting the dentist, but while his face was numb his tongue could still feel. He ran his tongue over his elongating jaw, feeling the sharp fangs growing in there. He twitched his rubbery nose as it sprung out of the paint and he took a deep breath. His ears rumbled and tingled as they moved before going flat against the top of his head.

Eric began scraping the excess paint off of James' muzzle, using it to cover the last of his exposed human skin but by that point his body was completing the change on its own. James didn't care anymore. He grabbed Eric by his furry hips and hoisted him up onto the hood of the car, spreading his legs wide before he went at it. Eric let out a much more convincing howl as he was filled a second time, but this time in a position so exciting that they'd never tried it before. James thrust into Eric with certainty and glee, feeling his lover's wolf cock slap against his belly over and over again.

In and out, back and forth, it was glorious. James was better endowed than he ever had been, and for the first time in his life he didn't feel like the alpha just because Eric was so submissive. He felt like the alpha because he was bigger, because he was truly in charge, because the world made sense. He kept at it, leaning in, tilting his head. It took a bit of trial and error to learn how to kiss with muzzles, but soon they had interlocked at ninety degree angles and their tongues were going at it.

The two appeared to be the sight out of some sort of supernatural book. They were so perfect, so amazing. The paint was drying out now, flaking off of their fur in most places. James' fur appeared to be black, brown and white like most north American wolves, but Eric was a distinct silver and white... with long, flowing blond human hair. The shaggy fur on James' chin was the only sign of the goatee he had once been attempting to grow.

Eric's clawed toes wiggled where they were dangling in the air, his tongue hanging out of his maw, his nipples as hard as diamonds. He clawed against the hood of the car, cutting into the metal... but James didn't care. It was sexy that he could turn his boyfriend on that much. James grinned wide, letting the love and pride and passion infuse him. It was like a drug he wanted to get high on, but to his surprise his thrusting came to a sudden and inexplicable end. James had given one triumphant thrust in, but when he pulled back he dragged Eric with him. Eric yelped and then giggled.

James tried again, but every time he moved his hips, he slid Eric around. They were stuck, or more accurately, knotted. Eric leaned up and began licking and biting James' neck. Itr was only then that James realized what had happened... and that he was the true alpha. He tipped his lycan head back, parted his muzzled lips and let out a howl that echoed for miles. His huge furry balls tightened up and unleashed the potent, hot sperm that had been percolating inside. Eric groaned and shuddered, feeling the hot flood before releasing one of his own.

Hot, wet spurts of wolf cum sprayed across James' belly, coating the fur. It felt so right, so primal. James sniffed the air with his new wolf senses. He could smell the scent of their love making, the aroma of their former human selves, even the paint... the paint that had changed everything. Amber eyes gazed down at the empty bottle. Despite being knotted to Eric, James carefully knelt down and snatched up the bottle in his claws. Nearly the entire bottle was covered in paint now, but it was still tacky and soft. James spat onto his palm and wiped at the label, managing to clean off at least some of it.

"Nature Spirits... Body paint... Non-toxic..." James muttered softly, "Distributed by Daedalus shipping..."

"Do you think we can get any more?" Eric asked hopefully. James let out a soft snort, looking at his boyfriend.

"If one bottle turned us into this, what do you think another bottle would do?" James asked.

"I don't care, I just... I'm so happy this happened James. It's what we always wanted, what we dreamed about." Eric whispered. James shook his head.

"It's more than that, this is... I know it sounds sappy, but I knew this was what we truly were inside. We were wolves, since we were little kids... and you are mine. My boyfriend, my mate, my beta, my slutty little pup." James whispered. Eric grinned and leaned up for another deep and satisfied kiss. James murmured a bit, running his paws over Eric. James knew he might have the biggest cock now, but his boyfriend was still delightfully taller than him. It was a perfect match, just as they had always been.