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Disclaimer - If you have any qualms with lawyers, this story might be hard to stomach. It contains the idea that behind those who practice law, are_relatively_normal people, some of whom are forced to deal with their somewhat incorrigible boyfriends despite it being a particularly full moon out. (This is a work of pornographic fiction. Please do not read if it would be illegal for you to do so.)

Legal Studies - Caput Lupinum

Grant sat there, oxford shirt still buttoned, one hand mopping his brow as he poured over the various tomes and folios spread before him. He occasionally jotted notes in a simple spiral ledger, eyes darting up to look at the wooden clock on the wall, knuckles going white with tension on occasion as he scowled, gritting his teeth, taking deep breaths to help him focus.

What a terrible night to have a curse.

Flipping through pages fixedly, he missed the faint sound of pastel green socked feet padding over the plush tan carpet behind him. "Looks like someone got in a fight with the library." Elon leaned over the back of his roommate's chair, grinning under his mop of unruly orange hair, still somewhat damp from the shower.

Sighing, Grant scribbled something to mark his place, not bothering to look back. "Come on, Elon. I've got six depositions to get through, and I really want to get finished before . . ."

"Before you start craving the blood and flesh of virgins?" The prying ginger asked impishly, running his hands up to grip at Grant's boney shoulders.

"Elon, seriously . . ." Grant sighed as the incorrigible redhead began to knead in at his back with firm rolling motions.

"Before you can no longer tell the difference between a washroom and a fire hydrant?"

"Look, could you just . . ."

"Before you crack out the last box of Milk Bones?" Elon leaned in and whispered mischievously in his ear.

"Cut it out!" The studious member of the pair turned and snarled, lip raised, revealing pointed canines as his eyes flashed a stormy topaz. Taking a deep breath, he collected himself, gaze fading back into its normal dark hue. "I've got three days before I need this all collated for the senior members. If I can just finish the preliminaries tonight, then I can make sure to cross reference it all before . . ."

"_Three_days? Oh come on . . . I mean, I _might_think you had a point if all of these documissions . . ."

"Depositions, witness testimonies." Grant interjected.

"Whatever. Look, you're great at this stuff, right? Why don't you just take a night off? It's already like tenish." He pulled back and pointed to the old coo-coo clock on the wall with a lanky freckled arm.

"It's not even nine forty!" Grant rolled his eyes. "And the only reason I got into the partnership is because I got lucky. They'd fire me in an instant if they thought I was slacking off."

"Who's slacking off!? I bet you've been here since lunch." Elon looked down at the somewhat off-kilter pile of books, a sure sign that Grant was pushing himself beyond his usual perfectly organized sensibilities.

"What? No, I've only been here since . . . around one I guess?" He blinked slowly and leaned back wearily as Elon began to run his fingers through his close cropped dark brown hair, a deep bass rumbling building up in his chest.

"And when's the last time you had anything to eat?" Elon queried, fingertips scritching past the softening hair to rub at his boyfriend's ears, grinning as the whorls began to pull and smooth out, tips twitching as they rose into furry red brown points.

"I had a big lunch." Grant began defensively. "You know, the soup shop down by the waterfront . . ." He turned back to his books, eyes wandering from page to page as he tried to focus.

"The one where you always get salads despite the fact that you really want to scarf down like six hoagies?" He stroked along the sides of the lengthening fuzzy ears as they began to twitch and flicker.

"I told you, I don't need to eat anything just because I change . . ." His eyes fixed on a random line as he tried to start reading from there.

"I think you've proved that." He reached down to tickle Grant's washboard ribs through his shirt. "I bet you'd feel a whole lot better if you did though . . ."

"Back off!" Grant snapped around, fangs bared under blackening curled lips, shoulders hunched slightly.

"Jesus! I never said I didn't like it." Elon pulled back a bit, looking at his seething friend with a hint of a grin, watching the nub of a tail slip out over the waist of his pants. "Is this still about that rabbit?"

"Euggh." Grant's lengthening tongue slipped between his teeth as if tasting a memory. "It was awful. I mean, it was still moving, and I, I . . ." His color turned a little pale.

"I ate an octopus that was still wiggling a bit at the sushi place next to Chico's." Elon rationalized. "And honestly, people eat all kinds of crazy stuff. Have you ever seen that program on the food channel where the guy goes and tries . . ."

"That still doesn't make it right for me to chase down and . . . eat something." He slumped over forwards, resting his chin on his arms.

"It's cool, man. I'm just saying, it sounds like super hipster to be both a vegetarian, _and_a werewolf." Elon rubbed in at the flesh of his slim friend's neck, feeling the skin loosen as a thin undercoat of mahogany fuzz grew in along it, slowly developing into a thick ruff that he tugged his fingers through. "And besides, if I ever took you for a walk, everyone would totally think it was animal cruelty or something."

"I am_never_letting you take me on a walk." Grant declared, even as his growing tail nub batted faintly.

"I guess we'll just have to find something to do_inside_then, huh?" Elon hugged him from behind, fingers scratching again his suddenly itchy chest.

Grant shifted his weight forwards, groaning as he looked back and saw just how far along his changes had come. "This is all part of your evil plan, isn't it?" He sighed, wriggling his posterior a bit while trying to find a more comfortable position for his forming tail.

"Who, me?" Elon shrugged with mock innocence. "I'm just trying to make sure that you don't work too hard. You always get grumpy when you do."

"I'll be grumpier if I get fired." Grant moped, grasping his pencil tightly as his fingers started to change. "Just let me work a few more hours . . ."

"And miss our big anniversary?" Elon pouted.

"Anniversary? We've only been going out for what, like nine months . . ."

"Well, let's call it our nine month anniversary then." Elon pleaded, scratching along the underside of Grant's lengthening furry chin.

The fledgling lawyer did his best to ignore his boyfriend leaning against him and coddling his changing body, hunching forwards and scratching down notes while trying to organize his thoughts as they slowly drifted towards an evening that involved something other than hours of hard study.

Pretty soon, his worn pencil clattered to the desk unbidden, his thumb twisting around as his fingertips pulled into leathery pads tipped with thick blunt dark claws that poked through his shaggy brown fur. "Goddammit Elon." He shook his head, a faint smile in the corner of his thinning black lips betraying his lack of appropriate dismay.

"Hey, man. I didn't even touch your hands." His wily companion patted his increasingly canine head with good-natured condescension.

"Alright, you asked for it." Grant knocked a few of his files to the ground with careful amateur theatrics, turning around and pouncing on his backpedaling friend, knocking him to the carpeted ground and ferociously licking over his protesting face in long sloppy canine strokes of adoration. Elon giggled and pressed his hands against the changing wolf's boney neck, slowly beginning to unbutton his blue oxford shirt as his chest barreled out.

"What? Owwww, hey!" Elon recoiled as the turning wolf on top of him nipped in at his ear with a particularly hard bite. He reached up to reveal his finger tips streaked with a faint line of red. "No fair! I've got to get up tomorrow for class."

"Turnabout is nothing if not fair play," Grant replied, nuzzling against Elon's wound as the bleeding quickly stopped, flesh beginning to quiver and knit together.

"I don't know . . . Do you really think that would hold up in court?" Elon teased, reaching under his changing boyfriend and tugging off his shirt in a somewhat awkward maneuver, revealing his boney chest as it was covered in layers of dense shaggy brown fur with patches of lighter and darker colors.

"You have no idea." Grant smiled a wolfish grin, licking up over his dark canine nose before he pressed forwards into a sloppy kiss. His tongue ground against Elon's gums, tickling as he lapped out with increasing canine eagerness, spreading over his lover's face before returning to twist around his maw with a canine flourish.

Elon's breaths began to quicken as his mostly wolf boyfriend sat on his stomach, leaning down and ravishing his face in affection. He fumbled around for the straining fly of Grant's slacks, fingers tugging down the zipper as he felt the plush smooth warmth of the changing canine's belly fur. It was always better to deal with these things before neither of them had opposable thumbs.

The red head's own ears began to twitch and lengthen as he made out with his feral lover, reaching into Grant's bulging briefs and massaging the loose warm bulge of a canine sheath. The brown wolf whined at the firm contact, pulling back from their kiss as he wriggled all the way out of his suddenly ill fitting clothes.

"It feels like it's been forever." Elon huffed, rubbing at Grant's exposed canine belly, brushing his hands through the softer fur even though he could still feel his ribs, teasing over the forming bumps of vestigial teats. He could see the somewhat lanky wolf's shoulders through his fur, but he always seemed at least a little healthier when he was wolfing out.

"About a month." Grant panted, whiskers twitching as he sniffed along Elon's side, taking his wrinkled tee shirt in his jaws and tugging it awkwardly off of him despite the muffled protests about doggie drool and vintage threads.

"I can't believe you were going to work through this. Life's too short to miss out on this kind of stuff." He unbuttoned his fly as the dappled brown wolf padded behind him with a smirk.

"Yeah, if you have some kind of werewolf fetish. I could have been on top of the ball for once." He grumbled, tail still wagging as he hopped up, resting his broad warm paws on Elon's freckled shoulders."

"What can I say; we were made for each other." Elon reached back and scratched at his ears as the massive wolf lapped in at the nape of his smooth neck, sniffing in his still human scent with the complete disregard for personal space that only a canine can have.

"I'll admit though, it is nice to have someone to share the evenings with on a night like this." Grant panted happily, quick breaths ringing in his partner's ears as he felt smooth white and light gray fur begin to develop, making Elon squirm at the sensation of the wet hot tongue slipping eagerly over his tingling folicles, orange hair fading to powdery white.

"Heh, you can finally get rid of all of your chew toys." Elon chuckled as the wolf's cold black nose huffed down between his shoulders.

"Hey," Grant began with a scowl. "I just thought it might help pass the time when I was locked up in here, you know?"

Elon threw back his head and laughed. "I can think of a _few_better ways to pass the time." He awkwardly tugged off his pants and pastel green socks as his hands began to contract, bulging into wide paws with thickening black claws.

"And what might that be, hmm?" Grant's tail bobbed behind him as he sniffed at Elon's feet, splayed out behind him as he fell forwards onto paws and knees. His flickering tongue darted out, dancing over the rougher skin of his roommate's heel, eliciting a squirming giggle.

"Oh, you know, doggy stuff." He laughed as Grant sniffed and nibbled at his changing feet, flesh becoming sensitive as it pulled into a taut joint, his furry toes rubbing together driving him wild as they bulged under his lover's teasing ministrations.

"Doggy stuff? Don't you think that's a little dismissive?" Grant huffed and nibbled up Elon's hind legs as he stepped up, dark claws braced against the carpet as his posture changed, straining forwards with a canine lilt. He butted his furry mahogany head against his roommate's rear with a teasing wolfish roughness.

"I call 'em like I see 'em." Elon turned around somewhat shakily on his wolven legs as they creaked out, realigning themselves. He lapped against the side of Grant's head with his flattening tongue. "But doggy stuff has its perks." His usually brown eyes slowly faded into an odd washed out slate color that beamed with glee.

Grant grinned, tail wagging as he showed his fangs playfully, leaning down with the front of his heavy body. "Well, I suppose there's no helping it then." He sprang forwards, bowling over the still changing Elon in a sudden rush of powerful lean muscle. The slightly larger shaggy brown wolf landed on top of his paramour, his front legs pressing down on either side of his roomate's head.

Elon swallowed heavily before his tongue lolled out the side of his mouth with a cutely manic eagerness. His nose darkened, glistening as it twitched, huffing in Grant's powerful animal scent that came in sharper and heavier as his jaw creaked forwards. "No helping what?" He licked at the bottom of Grant's thick neck ruff mischievously.

Grant rolled his blazing yellow eyes. "I guess I'll just have to demonstrate." He huffed in at the top of his lover's now fluffy white head as he lowered his hips. Elon's next quip was lost as he felt grant's heavy lupine package press down against him, smothering his still human maleness in soft jostling brown velvet. "Something like this?" He ground his hips up, making the changing man under him whimper, head tilted back against the carpet, jaw creaking out as he licked his own lips. "I'll take that as a yes."

The brown wolf pressed down a little harder, the marbled red tip of his pointed canine prick pulsing out of his sheath as he ground himself against his moaning partner. Their testicles pressed together as Elon's began to twitch, growing tighter, scrotum dusted with white fuzz as they swelled with potent canine seed. Grant's tail wagged about behind him as he licked in at his boyfriend's exposed neck as it became plush with thick white fur with a light gray band through the dense ruff. Elon's cock tightened, pulling up against his belly, forming into a loose furry sheath that ground against Grant's own.

"Is this it then?" Elon teased, panting as their wolfhoods were mashed passionately together. His leathery nose huffed in their mixed scents of heady canine lust.

"You're always so impatient." Grant grumbled as he slid back, licking down Elon's tightening chest, teasing in at the tiny nubs of his forming extra sets of nipples as they were engulfed in a warm snowy wave. "Is this a little bit closer to what you had in mind?" He slid his head down, cold nose pressed against Elon's soft sheath, huffing out warm balmy air before his tongue lashed out, teasing around the loose tip before slathering the furry bulge in long slow smooth strokes with his deft wet canine tongue.

"A . . . A little." Elon's comment ended in a groaning canine whine, his back popping as he rolled about on the floor, paws hanging in the air above him. Grant's tongue teased around his sheath, slicking down the fur with his tongue before darting inside, licking around Elon's sharpening shaft, tasting the electric flavor of his growing canine need as he looked up with playful topaz eyes. "You're on the right track . . ." Elon sighed out as the brown boney wolf lashed and nibbled at the emerging pointed tip of his carmine member.

"Just a little huh?" Grant huffed. "Then I guess I'll have to keep looking." His nose sniffed down, prodding at Elon's taut balls and drinking in his coalescing canine musk, dark and needy, with a subtle astringent note that was so perfectly Elon. He lapped hard in between the lupine orbs, dividing them as his buddy-turned-lover moaned, wriggling his hips as he yapped out in wordless encouragement. After a few more strokes that jostled the taut fuzzy skin housing his testes this way and that, he sniffed down along the furry ridge of Elon's taint.

"You're no bloodhound." Elon looked down between his forepaws, beaming down with a frisky facade, tongue licking out over his chops as Grant's huffing nose butted against the plush area just behind his testes.

"I think I can find what I'm looking for though." Grant quipped, slipping down with his talented tongue to circle around the exposed pink quivering flesh of Elon's Anus as the white wolf's cock continued to slide out of his sheath with every beat of his heart.

"You can be quite a . . . Ohh . . ." Elon's banter was cut off as his canine lover licked in over his human asshole, stretching the muscles flatter as his hips creaked, forcing it into its position of clenching canine prominence as a twitching tail began to press out just below it. "Maybe you can . . ."

"Either that, or you are just _really_predictable." Grant continued to grind his wet pink slip of flesh against Elon's taut asshole, smiling as his hind paws peddled needfully in the air, tail wiggling out longer in a brushy blend of white and gray.

"Look who's talking Mr. I-eat-tofu-salad-everyday." Elon managed to pant out, wolfish ears twitching against the tannish carpet under his ecstatically smiling head.

"I think there's still a few surprises in store for you . . ." Grant bunched his tongue up against Elon's quivering posterior, panting as he pressed forwards against the resisting ring of muscle before surging forwards, ravishing his ass with strong finessed strokes.

Elon yowled out in bliss, feeling the hot wriggling flesh slam into him as his boyfriend's warm panting breath puffed against his tight balls while his member pushed out to its full animal length, glistening in crimson glory as his girthy knot began to swell at the base, clear pre leaking out against his plush white belly fur. That amazingly powerful tongue continued to tug and grind inside of him, a little further every time, making him pant in amazed bliss, never thinking that Grant would actually go quite this far.

With one last relishing shove of his tongue, Grant pulled back, stretching his body in one long sinuous motion as he licked his chops. "Now, I think you know what comes next." He nuzzled in at Elon's side as the white wolf rolled to his paws.

Elon rubbed against Grant's body, sniffing his pulsing cock before he sauntered in front of him, tail brushing against the underside of his brown fuzzy chin as he looked back over his shoulders with his odd grayish animal eyes. "Is this enough of an invitation, or do you want something written out in big bold letters?" His fluffy white, gray tipped tail waved, drawing Grant's attention down to his tight tail-hole, still glistening with wolven spittle.

"Oh, I think that will do." Grant circled around him with a predatory glint in his eye, looking over his snowy white pelt with ashen patches scattered here and there. He sniffed in at his muzzle as they passed, and their whiskers twitched as they shared a brief lupine kiss. Elon sniffed in at his heavy wolfish testes as he padded back against his other side, and Grant nipped at his tail playfully. "I'm pretty sure I've got the point."

"Was that supposed to be a pun?" Elon's heart raced as he felt Grant's chin rest on his haunches, making the silver-white wolf's cock bob about erratically bellow him.

"You tell me . . ." Grant pushed himself up onto Elon's strong back, front paws scrabbling in against his canine hips as he mounted the white wolf, who leaned down and raised his rump to give his lover better access. The brown wolf's back arched up as his hind legs shifted, pawing at the carpet as his hips rocked slightly of their own accord, betraying his animal excitement as the chiseled head of his marbled cock bobbed below him. He hissed in air through his thin black lips as his cock prodded against the brushy fur of Elon's rump before he shifted his position, letting the pointed head of his pulsing member rest against Elon's clenched pink asshole. "You ready for this?"

They both panted, Grant's heavy brown-furred body resting heavily on Elon's shaggy hide as he leaned his head back. "I've been ready for hours . . ." He felt the canine huff of laughter just before Grant's body clenched on top of him, leaning forwards, straining against his tight ass for just a second before surging into him, pulsing shaft spreading his asshole wide in one decadently savage thrust.

Grunting, Grant closed his eyes, the feeling of Elon's insides wrenching in around his cock overwhelming his senses. His hind paws tensed, claws digging into the carpet as he strained forwards, hips rocking like a jackhammer as the stimulation made his member pulse and seethe, knot bulging out of his sheath before butting against Elon's tight ass over and over again, the lower wolf's member quivering in sympathy, brushing against his silken belly fur.

When they had first slept together, Grant had been pretty sure that it was impossible to really tie with someone if his knot expanded prematurely. Elon had been the person that showed him otherwise. The sensation of his bulb of flesh straining again and again against his boyfriend's slick ass made his tongue loll out and his ears fold back against his skull as he became lost in the muscular rhythm of that tight hole clenching and then relaxing, stretching out a little further each time, driving him wild with tight hot squeezes, a simmering heat rising up within his canine core.

Elon was whining for more at this point. His tongue lapped up at the empty air of their apartment as his tail waggled out from under Grant's tensed boney brown hips. He began to press himself back in a rocking motion, causing the delicious turgid knot of flesh to spread him a little further, hot twinges of sensation blooming before he pulled forwards and rocked back again, squeezing his practiced muscles around the hot canine rod. His claws all tensed as he was stretched wider and wider, ears wildly flicking against Grant's huffing snout as they continued to experience each other.

With a bestial growl, Grant's body tensed, tail pressed out straight behind him. Elon gritted his pointed animal teeth as his lover shifted his weight on top of him, finding new purchase and shoving in one long hard thrust. The silverish wolf growled and shoved back as his lover's knot opened his tail-hole wider and wider, to the edge of pain and pleasure. Either one of them could have pulled back at any second, but instead they both snarled and pressed into one another, knowing their significant other's limits as Grant slipped forwards past that median mark and Elon's ass clamped down, pulling him in the rest of the way and locking them together with a meaty thump.

Grant couldn't help but howl, raising up his head and letting the ghostly jubilant wail scream out of him even though he knew he'd get complaints from the neighbors the next day. Elon's taut ass clenched around him in increasingly tight spasms of muscle, wrapped around his knot like a glove as his haunting cry died off and his shaft jolted out a hot burst of pre into his white and silver lover's depths.

Elon's own cock was pulsing and leaking out a thin stream of clear wolfish essence below him as he clenched around his boyfriend's girth locked tightly inside of him. They both panted, bodies straining against each other as the air became thick with the scent of wolfish lust. Grant continued to pound into him, rocking their shaggy forms together as his knot tugged and squeezed against his tight ass.

Each of their bodies tightened and twisted in bliss, Elon rumbling with every thrust as it rammed against his prostate, making his insides light up as he clenched wildly. Those very same clenches were driving Grant wild, squeezing with maddening strength before letting up for just a fraction of a second. The panting brown wolf's balls tightened, pulling up against his body as the heat rising within him began to percolate, flowing through his body as his tail flagged up in the air. He stood up on the very tips of his hind paws, cock beginning to tug and pulse, arcing up of its own accord.

With one last desperate lunge forwards, he toppled over that heady brink of pleasure, embedded cock blasting out white warm gouts of male essence into Elon's straining depths, tail flagging with every tortured burst. The white wolf's slate eyes watered, tongue lolling from the side of his mouth as the cock filled him impossibly full, squeezing against his sensitive insides as his own member began to quiver, tensing up with impossible pressure before jerking out thin liquid streams of canine semen in pressured jets against the tarnish carpet below him as he braced his legs out in all four directions, claws straining in time with his bobbing cock.

They each rocked into each other, panting as their climaxes coaxed the other on to new heights. Whining and growling out in bliss, they fucked with glorious unflagging canine eagerness, time seeming to crawl to a standstill as their furry bodies writhed together.

Grant ended up half-collapsed on Elon's white furred back, sniffing in at the back of his head, pink tongue combing through his soft hair idly as their minds descended from their passionate revelry. The turgid red flesh of Grant's swollen knot still tied them together as his embedded shaft still occasionally twitched, leaking out another mote of canine spunk.

"There. Don't you feel better now?" Elon asked, happily panting as he shifted around his weight, feeling the tie between them tug at his sensitive exhausted ass.

Grant huffed, pulling his tongue back into his mouth. "I suppose I really did need a break." He shook his head and licked out over his nose. "Hold on, I'm getting off."

"Just be careful . . . " Elon complained as his lover awkwardly dismounted, cock still lodged in his depths, twisting as he turned. The skinny wolf's spent furry brown testes now nestled up against the base of his tail as they both wagged together. "Oww, hey, quit tugging . . ." Elon awkwardly backpedaled as Grant turned them slightly and took a few steps forwards, making Elon shuffle as he tried to keep up, knot tugging at his tender insides. "If you keep that up, we're going to be stuck here for days."

"You'd like that, wouldn't you?" Grant laughed, craning his head down to look at something on the floor in front of him.

"What can I say, I have a problem." Elon laughed. "And quite possibly the best boyfriend in the world."

There was silence then for a minute or two as the wolves stood tail to tail. Then there was the noise of a wet canine nose bumping against a folder to turn the page as carefully as possible, Grant looking down at the folio he had so carefully knocked to the floor earlier with blazing amber eyes.

"Grant. Grant?" Elon called back, looking over his shoulder and sighing as he saw the brown wolf scrutinizing a paragraph with a quizzical glare on his face.

"Hmm, what?" Grant asked, one ear twitching to the side.

Elon smiled and shook his head with a sigh. "Nothing." He relaxed, rubbing back up against his distracted lover. Grant's tail batted against his own absentmindedly as he continued to study, Elon simply basking in the warmth of their unique canine connection as they each waited out the tie in their own unique way.