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The incredibly talented Ferren and I have decided to collaborate together on a comic that was inspired by one of my recent posts. He wrote a wonderful short story based on that piece and after reading it I asked him whether he would be interested in collaborating with me in turning it into a comic. He accepted, and here is the first bit for everyone to enjoy! Below you will find his short story. I will be working on making the pages of the comic and posting them as I finished. With school starting again this week I would like to try and get them done weekly to bi-weekly. Length wise I am thinking in the ranger of 35-40 though it may be longer than that once we finish. I hope you enjoy the incredibly hot read, and I look forward to hearing your reactions as we work on this as it is my first attempt at a fully realized comic. Cheers!\n\n-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------\nThe Initiation\nby Ferren\n\nThe moon casts a silvery glow. A cry of pain.\n\n“Here we go.”\n\nThe body shudders. Fur sprouts.\n\n“Oh, fuck yes. That’s it.”\n\nHarsh breaths deepen into growls. Claws spear out of each finger. \n\n“Yes, fuck! Aah, come…on!”\n\nThe back broadens, muscles bulking up bigger. Arms thicken and legs stretch. Clothes rip and fall, in tatters. \n\t\n“So hot…fuck…me. Grr, bigger, yes!”\n\t\nA tail sprouts. Pointed ears flick. Teeth sharpen. A snout pushes out. \n\n“God- uhh! So…close!”\n\nA guttural roar forms into a deep howl.\n\n“Oh-aah! Fuuu-hrk!”\n\t\nCum splatters on the floor, thick fluid painting the hardwood white. Muscles spasm with each burst of pleasure as hands keep jerking, riding out the climax. Small jets settle into thick drops, and then into a dribble. A heavy sigh escapes the lips. \n\t\nEddie slumps in his chair, panting after vigorously masturbating. His hand runs through his short, chestnut-colored hair. He stretches his legs, spreading his flat feet apart to avoid stepping on the gooey mess. His other hand is curled around his softening dick, the claw-less fingers coated with spunk.\n\t\nEddie hears a roar and then a scream, and his eyes fall back to his laptop. A burly CGI-designed werewolf pounces on a fleeing man, ripping into his neck. As the beast moves on, the camera pushes in on his immense body, concentrating on the wolf’s feral strength contained within thick muscles. The creature exudes rage and dominance as it hunts for its next victim, claws ready and teeth bare.\n\t\nFocused eyes stare intently at the screen. A once measly man, now a powerful, hulking werewolf. God, what it would be like to be fucked by him. Eddie blinks away, pausing the film once he feels his dick stirring. It’s already close to midnight. No time to jerk off another load. \n\t\nSomething wet touches his fingers. Eddie holds them up and recognizes the sticky texture. He frowns as he examines his laptop. Smeared cum glistens just below his space bar. Eddie sighs and pushes his chair back, getting up to head to his kitchen. He rips off two paper towel, running one sheet under the sink until it’s thoroughly soaked. Squeeze the excess, spread the towel apart. Back in his bedroom, Eddie rolls his chair aside. Just before he can crouch down to start cleaning, something catches his eye.\n\t\n“Oh, shit,” he says, grumbling under his breath. The blinds are open. Eddie hurries to the window and peeks outside. Scanning the neighboring houses, he finds that the ones in direct view of his bedroom window have their lights off. He lets out a sigh, relieved no one had seen him jerk off. That would make future conversations with his neighbors a bit more awkward, to say the least.\n\t\nEddie’s eyes shift to the left, away from the houses. The trees of the bordering forest are brightly lit, illuminated by a soft glow. Moving closer to the glass, he turns his gaze upward. Just within his view he can make out the moon casting its light from high up in the sky. It’s almost a full moon, not quite yet a perfect circle. It should be full in a couple days, if not tomorrow. He chuckles to himself at the timing of this monthly lunar event as he takes a quick glance at his laptop’s screen. He shuts the blinds and returns to his desk to clear up the congealing fluids on his wooden floor. Once his floor - and his laptop - is clear of cum, he prepares to end his night.\n\n\n \t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\n\n\t\n“Fucking finally.” Eddie kicks the front door shut and tosses his messenger bag on the couch. Work had been long and drawn out, and he was all too ready to enjoy his Friday evening. He steps into the kitchen and grabs his hot water pitcher, getting ready to make some tea. Digging through the freezer, he finds a box of pepperoni pizza. “Good enough,” he says, pulling it out.\n\t\nWith the oven set to preheat, Eddie steps into his bedroom and settles in by his desk. He opens his laptop and casually browses the web: checking up on sports scores, reading email, and glancing at his friends’ statuses. His mouse clicks on another tab, and the paused werewolf flick from the previous night pops up. The werewolf’s in mid-run, his savage eyes targeting his next prey.\n\t\nA tent forms in Eddie’s pants, and the excitable man quickly changes tabs. Eat first, jerk off later. But first… He glances at the window. No forgetting about the blinds tonight. He walks over and reaches for the tilt cord, then freezes. Through the window, a figure runs into the woods. Eddie squints and tries to get a better look, but whatever it was, it’s already gone. Was that a person? Eddie’s not sure. It could be a deer, those appeared occasionally.\n\t\n“No one would have any reason to go to the woods now, anyway,” he says softly to himself. Just as he finishes his sentence, a howl pierces the air from the direction of the forest, a strong wail that lasts for a while. \n\t\n“Was that… a wolf?” Eddie had never heard of wolves in this area. Or coyotes. Or anything else that can make such a strong cry. \n\t\nBut if there’s a wolf and a man’s running towards it… Nah, it isn’t likely the wolf would attack. Wolves only hunt in packs. Whoever he saw running into the forest should know not to disturb any wild animals anyway. That person will probably be okay. \n\t\nEddie shakes his head as he lies down on his bed. He tries to focus on something else: work, plans for the evening, things to buy at the grocery store tomorrow. His legs are bent with one on top of the other, a foot bouncing as he rests.\n\t\nBut trying not to think about it just makes him ponder about it more. A lone wolf can still be deadly. If someone accidentally ran into one, the wolf could feel threatened. And a threatened wolf could easily hurt or maim a person.\n\t\n“No, no, that won’t happen,” Eddie has to say loudly to himself. But it would be terrible if a wolf did attack and it appeared on the news. Damn it. He can’t get the thought out of his mind. \n\t\nEddie rushes to his closet. He’ll find and warn them, and hopefully get this nagging feeling in the back of his head from intruding his thoughts. He throws on a thick coat then grabs a flashlight and the shotgun leaning against the back corner. He takes a quick detour into the kitchen to turn off the running appliances before going outside. \n\t\nCarrying the heavy firearm is awkward, as Eddie half-jogs towards the forest. His arm’s already groaning in pain, tiring from holding the shotgun. The only time he uses the gun is at the range, to practice in the event of an emergency. He didn’t hunt, so his inexperience moving around with the shotgun is taking a toll. \n\t\nHe takes a breather once he reaches the edge of the woods. Beyond the first line of trees, the forest dissolves into darkness. Eddie holds his gun by his stomach, with both the barrel of the shotgun and the flashlight in his offhand. \n\t\n“Hello, is anyone here?” Eddie waits, hoping to hear a response. He didn’t actually want to go into the forest, where danger could hide behind any tree or bush. And all for some random person he might have seen. Damn conscience. He tells himself to just try finding them, maybe go for ten minutes or so, and if he’s unsuccessful to turn around and go straight back home. \n\t\nCaution is present with each step he takes. He pans left and right but doesn’t spot anything with his light. The forest is eerily quiet, with the occasional hoot of an owl or the chirping of an insect. Ears strain to pick up any relevant noises. A twig snaps under his foot and Eddie winces, the noise practically roaring in the silence. He continues on, his body on high alert for any predators that might have heard him.\n\t\nEddie slows his pace until he comes to a halt. He’s been wandering for a while now, calling out to no avail. It’s time to go back, there’s no point getting himself lost. Eddie looks down at his flashlight. It’s a survival flashlight, with multiple modes and a small compass on top. All he has to do is go east, then-\n\t\nA bush shakes. Eddie turns, scanning the area. His light swings back and forth to locate the source of the sound. His heart racing, Eddie readies his gun, a finger hovering over the trigger. His guard is up, but if he doesn’t know where the wolf is going to attack from, it could be on him before he can even turn.\n\t\nThere’s no way Eddie wants to be ambushed, so he spins on one foot and runs. If it is a wolf he knows he can’t outrun it, but if it chases he’ll know where it’s coming from. Then he can turn around and shoot. He hustles, panting past tree after tree, occasionally looking back to see if something is indeed following him.\n\t\n“Oof!” Eddie tumbles, his feet tripping over an unseen tree root. He rolls a few times, but he quickly composes himself, gun trained towards the darkness he just came from. His vision is clouded by his visible breath but he maintains his focus. He waits, unblinking, for any sound of a running creature. Eventually his lungs calm down, and Eddie finally lowers the gun. \n\t\n“Oh man. I think it’s time to go home.” He stares at his flashlight, trying to read the compass on top. “What the?” He shakes the flashlight. The compass is as still as a corpse. “Oh, damnit!” Did it break when he fell? No matter, he has to find his way out somehow, without knowing which direction to go. \n\t\nGetting up, Eddie shrugs the dirt off his jacket. He steadily spins around in place, observing the area. There could be a way to read the trees that will lead him back. Or he could learn exactly nothing and have no clue which way to go, which is what happens. Staying put until sunrise is an option, but his empty stomach and the steadily colder weather changes his mind. It isn’t like daylight can direct him on the appropriate path. He makes the best educated guess and walks, hoping he’d find his town soon enough.\n\t\nHe’s lost. Eddie knows it. He couldn’t have traveled more than ten minutes, maybe fifteen, before the sudden bush encounter. Yet if Eddie was going in the right direction, he’d hear traffic or something by now. He thinks about changing direction but it would still be a shot in the dark. So he keeps walking, staying alert for any sounds of civilization or local wildlife. \n\t\nThen he freezes. Strange sounds poke the air, and he can make out something moving, then twigs snapping, and a strange crackling. Another animal? He readies his gun again and continues forward, taking slow, cautious steps. Up ahead, he can make out a soft glow. It’s small but pops out in the darkness. Eddie’s eyes light up. As he approaches, he recognizes the sounds and color of a campfire.\n\t\nPeople. Eddie’s surprised to find a camp this deep into the woods. He knows hikers traveled the woods often, but he didn’t realize actual camping is allowed. Eddie picks up the pace, lowering his firearm as he gets closer. He didn’t want to scare the campers, merely ask for directions or perhaps shelter for the night. The fire becomes visible as he gets closer. He enters the area, a small grassy clearing about the size of a baseball diamond. He’s about to greet the campers, but he gasps instead.\n\t\nThe beam from his flashlight hits three figures around the fire, but whatever they are, it isn’t human. Their bodies are covered head to toe in course fur. They stand on two feet, but their legs are bent at two points. The top bends forward like a human knee but the bottom faces the opposite way, behind them. Long, bushy tails hang just below their backs. Their heads are misshapen, with a long stump, filled with sharp teeth, jutting out from the bottom of their faces. \n\t\nEddie blinks, still in shock upon seeing these grotesque figures. Yet something about them sparks some familiarity. He notices the creatures actually have muzzles on their faces and their head are shaped like a canine’s. And the fur, the tail, and the legs…then it clicks. Werewolves. \n\t\n“They’re…real?”\n\t\nReacting to the flashlight, the three creatures stare at Eddie with their wide, red eyes. Everyone’s still, unsure of what to do, giving Eddie time to examine their physical features in more detail. Each werewolf has some bulk to a certain degree, with the skinniest one appearing to weigh over two hundred pounds. There’s no doubt they’re all male, with visible sheathes and a furry ball sack. The one in front is the tallest, with dark brown fur and a short muzzle. He lets out a menacing growl that creates small chills down Eddie’s back.\n\t\nEddie’s pounding heartbeat reverberates all the way to his fingers. Remembering the shotgun in his hands, he quickly readies it and aims. He had just watched a film where an enraged, bloodthirsty werewolf tore a person apart in seconds. Eddie knows he has to take the first shot. \n\t\nHis finger squeezes the trigger. Click. He tries again. Click. Eddie pumps the shotgun, then curses: no shells are loaded into the barrel! He had forgotten that he kept his firearm empty at home.\n\t\nThe light brown furred werewolf behind the tall one snarls and steps forward. This wolf has a stockier build and emanates ferocity, with bared fangs and long claws attached to flexing fingers. The creature hunches down, and Eddie knows it’s time to go.\n\t\nThe shotgun is tossed aside, useless weight as it is. Eddie turns to retreat the way he came in. He hears twigs and leaves snapping and the thud of heavy footsteps quickly approaching. A hoarse grunt is his only warning before a massive weight slams into his back. He finds himself rolling on the grass until he skids to a stop, lying face up. \n\t\nElbows dig into the dirt as Eddie fights his disorientation to get back up. But the massive werewolf lands by his feet, shaking the earth, stopping any attempts of escape. Eddie tilts his head up, taking in the creature’s hulking form. The werewolf is only partially lit by the distant campfire and Eddie’s fallen flashlight, but there’s enough light for Eddie to catch the werewolf’s bulky muscles contained in his monstrous frame. \n\t\nClouds of hot breath drift from the beast’s panting mouth. His chest heaves, growls rumbling in his throat. Bits of saliva drip from his fangs and down his chin. His dark eyes gleam with rage and violence. \n\t\nEddie should be terrified, his life soon to come to an abrupt end. Yet he can’t stop himself from marveling at the supposed fictional monster he’d lusted for so many years. A thick, muscular physique. Sharp teeth and powerful jaws. A body capable of performing feats beyond any human capability. And Eddie gets to admire such a creature up close and personal and not through a screen.\n\t\nThe werewolf takes a step forward, now standing over Eddie’s midsection. He snaps his teeth and bits of saliva spray onto Eddie’s face. The creature rears back, readying his claws for the attack.\n\t\nEddie shuts his eyes. This is it. He would die at the claws of this werewolf. And-\n\t\n“Did you just moan?” \n\t\nEddie’s eyes open, curiosity replacing his fear. The werewolf’s hands are back by his sides. It’s difficult to read the lupine’s expression but he appears to be shocked compared to the rage Eddie saw before. The werewolf’s no longer in attacking position, much to Eddie’s relief.\n\t\nEddie stammers when he opens his mouth. “You can talk?” It’s an obvious question, but his brain isn’t quite processing normally. After all, animals aren’t capable of speaking. And werewolves shouldn’t exist.\n\t\nThe beast ignores him, his focus turned elsewhere. Eddie’s unsure what gets the werewolf’s attention until he says, “Is that-? You’re getting hard from this?” Eddie has to tilt his head, but sure enough, a bulge presses against the fabric of his pants. Eddie can feel the heat rising in his neck. He hadn’t felt anything. Embarrassed, the human closes his legs in an attempt to hide his hard on, not like it would do much good now. \n\t\nThe werewolf growls back to his pals. “This guy’s two seconds from death and he’s got a raging boner.” There’s a slight annoyance in his gruff voice, as though somehow Eddie’s erection created some kind of inconvenience.\n\t\nThe tall werewolf steps in and crouches until his muzzle is one foot from Eddie’s nose. Unsure of what to do, Eddie just waits while the beast’s eyes scan his face. The werewolf snorts, and Eddie flinches at the strong gust of air. “You’re not a hunter.”\n\t\n“Clearly not,” his attacker says before Eddie responds. He steps back, arms folded across his chest. “Not if he’s pitching a tent. I’ve never heard of a hunter who’s got the hots for werewolves.”\n\t\n“Michael!” The tall one huffs.\n\t\n“Or maybe he wants to be fucked.” The werewolf shrugs, disregarding the other’s glare.\n\t\n“The real question,” the third beast, the skinniest one with charcoal fur, joins the others, “is why he is here if - if - he isn’t a hunter. Who are you?”\n\t\nThree fierce gazes turn to Eddie, who stares mutely at each of their waiting faces. He starts to speak, coughing to clear his throat. “I’m Eddie. I was just at home, when I, uh, saw someone. Run into the woods, that is. Then a wolf howled.” His mind’s still fuzzy at the turn of events, and he has trouble forming his sentences. \n\t\nThe one named Michael points a claw at the wolf with the dark brown fur. “That was you, wasn’t it, Theo? This happens when you’re late! You transformed too close to the town!”\n\t\nTheo makes a gruff sound but doesn’t respond. Instead he merely looks off into the distance, unwilling to challenge Michael’s accusation.\n\t\n“After the howl, I wanted to warn whoever it was I saw,” Eddie says. “And then I stumbled on…you.”\n\t\nThe wind whistles as a small gust passes through. The werewolves are silent, processing Eddie’s statement. It seems they didn’t consider him a threat anymore, much to Eddie’s relief. At least his tent is gone. Though, as embarrassing as it was, it did stall the werewolf from mauling him. He tries to get up, but his back protests, Michael’s impact still fresh and painful. Eddie winces and stays down, giving it more time to heal. \n\t\nThe black werewolf speaks first. “So, what do we do with him?”\n\t\nThis question mulls in Eddie’s head, too. The existence of werewolves has been kept mostly secret, as most of the world only knows them through legends and fictional content. So could he be trusted to keep this encounter a secret? Or would he be silenced? Eddie hopes it’s the former.\n\t\n“We can’t let him tell others about us,” Michael says. He curls his claws and Eddie does his best not to imagine where the beast wants to sink those spears in. \n\t\n“Or…” Theo holds up a hand before Michael can do anything. “We can convert him.” That gets the other two wolves to gape.\n\t\n“No! No way.” Michael shakes his head vehemently. “We can’t just turn any guy that gets a boner for werewolves.”\n\t\n“If memory serves me well, you were the same way,” Theo says, prompting the other werewolf to flip him the finger. “And we can’t just kill him. He’s not even a hunter.” He turns to Eddie. “Hunters go after our kind. We only attacked ‘cause, well…” He nods toward the dropped shotgun.\n\t\nMichael continues his protest. “More numbers adds to the risk of being discovered. Gah, Peyton, what do you think?” Michael turns to the black werewolf, who scratches his cheek in contemplation.\n\t \n“There is a risk,” he says after a few seconds. “But Theo’s right, we need to increase our numbers. Converting him will incentivize him to keep quiet. Plus…” Peyton’s eyes shift down. “I think he likes the idea of becoming one of us.”\n\t\nEddie’s cheek flushes again. His hard on had returned. He reaches down to adjust his pants, but the tent is still noticeable. Theo makes a noise between a snort and a snicker. Michael throws up his arms with an “Are you kidding me?”\n\t\n“At least the initiation will go smoother,” Peyton says. “ So how about it? You want to join us?”\n\t\n“Uh…” Eddie stalls as he deliberates with this choice. “What happens if I say no?”\n\t\n“Well…” Theo glances at Peyton, though Eddie’s unsure what they’re signaling. “We’re hoping you say yes.”\n\t\nEddie mouths an “oh”, realizing that no one wants to consider the alternative. So he tosses the idea in his head. Being a werewolf, that would change his life forever. At least once a month he’d have to slip away or hide from the public to transform. \n\t\nHe’s not even sure if it is once a month. Some stories include the days surrounding the full moon. Others give the werewolf the control to turn whenever. He even watched one movie where the new moon triggers transformation, too. \n\t\nAnd then there’s his life down the road. Sure he lived alone now, and he had the forest nearby his house, but living situations could change in a year. And there are hunters he has to worry about, too? \n\t\nYet looking at the werewolves in front of him, he thinks about what they’ve gone through. All of them have lives, like him, but still manage being a werewolf. Stumbling upon them earlier, they stood around the campfire like they’ve done so dozens of times. And Eddie couldn’t help staring at each wolf’s powerful physique. The thick muscles hidden under their fur. His back still ached from the force of Michael’s attack. To be able to have that strength himself…the thought makes him hard as a rock. \n\t\nIt could be logic or likely lust that drives his decision, but Eddie ends up nodding. “I’ll do it.” \n\t\nBoth Peyton and Theo smile, satisfied with the answer. Michael walks off, towards the campfire, likely disgruntled that he’d been outvoted. \n\t\nEddie holds out an arm. “You just need to bite me, right?” \n\t\nThe two beasts smirk, giving each other a look that uneases Eddie. He assumes that means a bite wouldn’t suffice, but he didn’t really know what the alternative would be. The werewolves confer with each in whispers until Theo steps forward.\n\t\n“The initiation isn’t quite what you see in the movies,” he says, walking up to where Eddie’s feet lie. “A werewolf doesn’t convert a human with saliva.” His hand slides over to his sheathe. “It’s with his cum.”\n\t\nEddies stares wide eyed. Peyton’s grinning, arms crossed over his chest. Theo’s eyes shift from gentle to lustful. Wait, did that mean…?\n\t\n“Here’s your fantasy coming true.” Michael, who joins Peyton, smirks. The two werewolves watch on the sidelines as Theo continues his approach. \n\t\nSo this is why the initiation will go “smooth” as Peyton claimed. Eddie’s had a number of sexual fantasies involving werewolves, but those were meant to play out in his head, not in real life. There’s no way he can take on a real werewolf! Maybe this isn’t such a good idea after all.\n\t\nEddie’s attention returns to the muscular werewolf standing over him. Theo kneels down over his legs and slowly lowers his weight onto his hands. He crawls forward towards Eddie, who watches as the werewolf comes toward him, his breaths getting shorter and thinner. Theo keeps himself low to Eddie’s body as possible, the muscles on his back bulging prominently. \n\t\nA moan escapes Eddie’s lips. The beast had brushed against his tight bulge. Theo snorts amusingly and hovers over the smaller human’s torso. His muzzle gets closer until it’s just inches away from Eddie’s nose. “You’re…mine…” he says, his hot breath tickling Eddie’s face.\n\t\nThe werewolf drags a tongue up Eddie’s cheek, still playing up the predator/prey roles. Eddie lies still, becoming absorbed into Theo’s dominance. The werewolf’s thick body covers his entire torso and the weight of Theo’s muscles presses down. Eddie’s sore back burns by the added pressure, but the beast on top of him is an effective distraction from the pain.\n\t\nTheo lifts his body up, giving enough space for him to pull up on Eddie’s shirt and jacket. Lying on grass is not the best position to be in to remove clothing, but with enough finesse his clothes are off and tossed away. With Eddie’s bare torso exposed, Theo presses his muzzle against Eddie’s chest, breathing deeply to take in the human’s scent. \n\t\nWith the massive werewolf kneeling so close over him, Eddie can’t help but give attention to the thick body. Eager hands reach up, grasping the werewolf’s chest and squeezing the pecs hidden behind the dark fur. And even with the furry coat, Theo’s muscles are thick enough for Eddie to feel the hard mounds that jut out from his chest. \n\t\nEddie shivers. Theo’s lupine tongue runs up his stomach and over his chest. The feeling is foreign, but foreign is good. Foreign is the buzz that travels down to his fingers, to his toes. It’s the Siren that beckons with her irresistible song. It’s the muzzle that sucks on his nipple-\n\t\n“Oh God!” Eddie cries out, squirming from the pleasure. Theo’s got his mouth over one pec and flicks the sensitive nipple with his tongue, causing the human to let out a shaky moan. \n\t\n“Like that, don’t ya?” Theo pulls up and sits back on his legs, over Eddie’s lower body. “Oo, someone’s eager.” The beast runs his hand over Eddie’s bulge, causing the human to groan and buck his hips. “Time to let him out.” \n\t\nAs Theo unbuckles and removes the confining pants, Eddie looks over to where Michael and Peyton are observing. Both werewolves are rubbing their sheathes, the tips of their shafts poking out. Michael plays with his cock as it’s exposed. He rubs it with slow movements, just enough to keep the edge and leak pre. Meanwhile, Peyton’s fondling his balls, sometimes caressing them with his fingers or kneading them with his palm. For both werewolves, their free hands are tweaking their nipples or even rubbing the other’s arms and chest. Even this sight got Eddie’s cock throbbing. \n\t\nThe sudden chill by his lower body got Eddie’s attention. His pants are gone, leaving his stretchy underwear as his sole piece of clothing left on his body. It wouldn’t last, as Theo pulls the waistband with a single claw and drags it down. At first Eddie’s cock gets caught by the waistband, but as the underwear is dragged further, it soon flops free, standing erect and glistening with pre.\n\t\n“You’ve got a good size,” Theo says, as he tosses the underwear to the side. “It’ll be even better when you’re…enhanced.” The last part comes out as a groan and Eddie sees why. The werewolf’s shaft is halfway out its sheathe and Theo’s rubbing it fully erect. And wow! Eddie’s staring agape as a thick cock unveils itself. The size reminds him of a standard water bottle, he’d never seen a cock that big before. And at the base of the shaft is a round fleshy bulge, and then Eddie remembers that canines have knots. A quick glance to the side and Eddie can see Theo and Peyton have similar-sized cocks, though Theo’s seem to be slightly thicker.\n\t\nEddie realizes that Theo’s still. His arms are by his side and he’s sitting back, letting his cock jut out in front of him. Eddie stares at the bobbing shaft. His eyes flick up to the werewolf, who’s only grinning at him. It’s an invitation, and Eddie’s eager to accept.\n\t\nTwo hands wrap around the shaft, admiring its size. He can feel the blood pulsing under the soft flesh, warming his fingers. Even with both hands on the cock there’s room to stroke, and Theo lets out a low, pleasurable growl. Eddie releases with one hand, and reaches down to grasp Theo’s plump balls. The werewolf’s starting to pant, each breath raspy and shaky. When Eddie slides and squeezes the tip of Theo’s cock, the beast moans and his body shakes. \n\t\n“Fu-uck!” \n\t\nTheo grabs Eddie by his shoulders and forces him over onto his stomach. The human’s turned on even more, his excitement increasing from the hungry werewolf’s sexual aggression. Theo leans on the initiate’s back and Eddie can feel the wolf’s heavy, throbbing cock on his butt cheeks. He moans as Theo grinds against his body. With a gasp, Eddie shudders, his shaft shooting a wad of pre on the grass. \n\t\nTheo rears up, pulling on Eddie’s hips until Eddie can rest on his knees with his ass hanging in the air. His dripping dick rests a few inches from Eddie’s butt and Theo tenderly strokes his shaft, letting his pre coat over his cock. \n\t\n“No turning back,” he says as his other hand squeezes Eddie’s butt. \n\t\nEddie still can’t believe this is happening. His heart’s racing, his breaths are heavy, and his cock’s stiff and dripping. How could anyone think of backing out now? Eddie has only two words in response. \n\t\n“Fuck me.”\n\t\nTheo grunts approvingly and brings the tip of his shaft up to Eddie’s butt. With a grunt, the werewolf sticks the tip into the smaller human.\n\t\nEven after previewing the size of the werewolf’s shaft, Eddie still shouts in surprise when the thick cock penetrates. He grits his teeth when Theo pushes in deeper, the pain overwhelming his senses. Theo’s going to stretch him apart at this rate. \n\t\n“Fuck. I forgot how tight humans are,” Theo says as more of his cock slips in. He manages to slide his entire shaft in up to the knot. “There we go. Oh yeah…” The werewolf snarls as he pulls out then pushes back in, Eddie’s ass now able to take the beast’s cock.\n\t\nPleasure washes over the pain as Eddie gets used to taking the wolf’s shaft. The werewolf’s thrusts are slow, but forceful, each one causing both man and beast to gasp and moan in pleasure. Theo has his hands on Eddie’s hips, holding him tightly as he pounds his ass. Eddie has to keep his arms tense just so he doesn’t sprawl on the grass. \n\t\nThe werewolf’s thrusts come quicker and harder. Spit sprays over Eddie’s bare skin as Theo’s pants get heavier. Eddie’s still holding himself but just barely. His cock’s throbbing, shooting pre-cum over the ground. He wants to stroke it so badly but he’s afraid he’ll be pushed face first onto the dirt. \n\t\nTheo grips tighter. His growls are almost roars. Each slam become sporadic and wild. Eddie can feel the cock inside him practically jumping. His body tightens up, preparing for the impending orgasm. \t\n\t\n“FUCK!” Theo roars out. He thrusts in so hard, his knot pops into Eddie’s ass as his climax hits. Theo roars as his cock fires shot after shot of hot cum into the moaning human. \n\t\n“Oh…oh…fuck!” Eddie body tightens as his own orgasm hits. His cock throbs and shoots, splattering the grass. Each time it pulses he shoots another load. He’s gasping, pleasure exploding in his head. Fuck, he’s never shot this hard before! \n\t\nTheo’s heavy body shudders, jerking on occasion, as the wave of orgasm passes through. As both climaxes die down, Theo slumps forward and leans to the left, and he and Eddie fall on their sides.\n\t\nWhat a rush! That was the best fucking Eddie’s ever had. The sex alone would be worth becoming a werewolf every month. Eddie lets out a deep sigh, letting his body calm down. Through his heavy breaths, he can hear someone moving in front of him.\n\t\nEddie opens his eyes and is greeted by a stiff cock. It pulses, bits of pre sliding down the dark shaft. He follows the cock up to the face it belongs to. \n\t\nA horny smile’s plastered on Michael’s muzzle. “I think it’s my turn to have some fun.”\n\t\nEddie stares at the cock pointed straight at him. “Wha-?” But he can’t finish his sentence. His muscles start clenching. He lets out a gasp as he feels his insides shifting around. \n\t\n“Oh yeah, this part is so hot,” Peyton says, idly stroking his cock as he walks up to Eddie’s feet.\n\t\nEddie holds out his arm and watches, stunned, as his fingers started to lengthen. His nails grow longer, hardening into sharp claws. Before his eyes, fur sprouts, covering his hand to his arm. He could feel his skin prickling all around his body and knows he’s going to be covered with fur. \n\t\nEnchanted by this transformation, Eddie gasps as intense pleasure shoots through his entire body. Peyton’s down on his knees, hunched down and taking the human’s cock in his muzzle. Eddie moans as his shaft stiffens once again against the werewolf’s warm tongue. He shivers as his body continues to change. His muscles start shifting. He can feel his back broadening and his chest bulging with massive pecs. His arms balloon bigger, peaks rising on his biceps and ridges forming along his triceps. Eddie’s sure he could easily dent a car with a punch. \n\t\nMichael’s cock bobs into view again. “Open up,” Michael says, his growl full of lust and anticipation.\n\t\nEddie grins, and as Michael gets on his knees, he takes the werewolf’s cock in his mouth. He has trouble working it. The shaft’s so wide and he’s lying in an awkward position, but he does his best to improvise. He can only take the cock a few inches from the tip, so he uses his transformed hand to stroke the rest of the length. Michael moans through closed lips, bucking slightly at the sensation running down his cock.\n\t\nThe transformation continues unimpeded during the blowjob. Eddie can feel his vertebrae crack and lengthen, adding to his overall height. His feet lengthen, growing longer until they resemble those of the other werewolves. \n\t\n“Fuck if this isn’t the hottest thing we’ve done,” Theo calls out, squirming as he can feel the initiate changing right before him. His cock’s still plugged inside Eddie, so all he can do is watch the other three going at it. \n\t\n“Mm!” Eddie grunts as he feels his cock getting warmer. It throbs inside Peyton’s muzzle. It feels like his cock’s pushing even deeper, but he realizes it’s actually getting longer and thicker. He momentarily feels the frigid air as Peyton pulls back to change his approach, and he can feel the heavier shaft bobbing from it’s weight. Eddie moans again as the werewolf continues blowing him with renewed vigor. \n\t\nThe heat travels up to Eddie’s head and he knows what’s happening next. Sure enough, his mouth and nose starts to push out. Inch by inch, his mouth extends forward, slowly forming his lupine muzzle. He moves up and down Michael’s cock easier with his longer mouth. He can sense Michael knows this, too, as he bucks his hips a little harder. \n\t\nAs his transformation nears completion, Eddie breaths get harder and faster. His bigger cock tingles with new yet amazing sensations brings him closer to the edge. The masterful blow job from Peyton is doing wonders. Meanwhile Eddie’s getting used to having a muzzle as he works Michael’s cock. He’s learning quick how to use his new tongue, rubbing and pressing it against the underside of Michael’s shaft. The werewolf yips with each pass, his hands pushing against Eddie’s head. Pre squirts into the initiate’s throat, the shaft’s throbbing increasing in intensity. \n\t\nEddie’s body spasms, his muscles jerking unintentionally to the pleasure coursing through. His breaths push more forcefully through his snout as his climax comes closer. He feels Theo’s close to erupting, too, so he bobs faster and uses his hand to fondle Theo’s balls. Theo’s growling, spittle spraying through his teeth. His cock is practically jumping in Eddie’s muzzle. Heat’s rushing through Eddie. His hips buck forward with another spasm. Oh fuck, he’s going to cum!\n\t\nA howl fill the forest air. Michael rears back, muzzle pointed to the moon, as his cock erupts into the chestnut werewolf’s muzzle who in turn writhes in pleasure. The black werewolf latched onto Eddie’s cock lets out a startled grunt as the initiate’s thick cock shoots strong loads inside his muzzle. Peyton’s eyes roll up to his head, his hands jerking his erupting cock, cum painting the grass. \n\t\nAll the werewolves fall back, spent from the extraordinary sex that just occurred. The new werewolf lies on the ground, energy slipping away from his enervated body. As his eyes close, a grin forms on his muzzle. \n\n \t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\n\t\nSunlight startles Eddie awake, and he sit ups on the grass. In front of him are his clothes, crudely folded together. He hears chatter nearby and he sees three men standing around a small campfire. \n\t\n“Morning, fella,” the tall, brown haired one says. “Better get dressed.”\n\t\nI takes a moment for Eddie to realize that the men are the werewolves from the previous night, reverted back to human form. The one who greeted him is Theo. The thin, black-haired man drinking from a thermos is Peyton, which meant the lighter brown-haired one with his arms crossed is Michael. \n\t\nThe three men are cooking over the fire, and the smell of meat wafts into Eddie’s nose. He winces, hit by a strong hunger pain. After forgetting to eat and last night’s romp, his body’s craving for food. \n\t\n“Welcome,” Peyton holds his hands up, in mock formality, as Eddie joins the circle with his clothes, “to the werewolf life.” \n\t\nTheo comes up and pats Eddie’s shoulder. He holds up a hot dog, which Eddie eagerly accepts.\n\t\n“So what happens now?” Eddie asks, taking a large bite. \n\t\n“You go back to your life,” Peyton says, chuckling. “Then when the full moon returns, you come back here.”\n\t\n“When the moon rises, you’ll feel it’s calling.” Theo walks up from behind and puts a hand on Eddie’s shoulder. “You can transform right away. Of course that’s bad when you’re out shopping or in traffic. You can suppress the urge to transform, but with each minute that passes the calling gets stronger and stronger until you have to let the wolf out.”\n\t\n“Like good sex,” Michael lets out a hearty laugh.\n\t\n“Anyway,” Peyton continues. “You can also force the transformation on any other night, but remember you’re stuck in wolf form until the morning. You’ll want to plan ahead. Make sure you can get into the woods early enough so you don’t attract bystanders like this guy.” Theo frowns and flips him off. \n\t\nEddie takes another bite of the hot dog. “So, uh, speaking of sex…”\n\t\n“Don’t worry about,” Theo says. “You can only turn someone if you have sex as a werewolf. In human form, there’s no risk.”\n\t\n“Just don’t trigger your shift mid-sex,” says Michael. A lustful grin forms on his face. “Unless it’s with us. Then by all means. There’s nothing better than fucking while transforming.”\n\t\nEddie smiles. “That, I can believe.”\n\t\nAfter completing the meal, the four men head back out of the woods. As Eddie returns back home he can’t keep his excitement down, recalling last night’s events. He sits at his desk, unsure of what to do next. He pulls up his browser, still on the page with the werwolf movie. He laughs.\n\t\n“Hollywood’s got nothing on me.” \n", "description_bbcode_parsed": "Ok everyone, this is my most ambitious personal project to date and I would love to get your first initial impressions. The incredibly talented Ferren and I have decided to collaborate together on a comic that was inspired by one of my recent posts. He wrote a wonderful short story based on that piece and after reading it I asked him whether he would be interested in collaborating with me in turning it into a comic. He accepted, and here is the first bit for everyone to enjoy! Below you will find his short story. I will be working on making the pages of the comic and posting them as I finished. With school starting again this week I would like to try and get them done weekly to bi-weekly. Length wise I am thinking in the ranger of 35-40 though it may be longer than that once we finish. I hope you enjoy the incredibly hot read, and I look forward to hearing your reactions as we work on this as it is my first attempt at a fully realized comic. Cheers!

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The Initiation
by Ferren

The moon casts a silvery glow. A cry of pain.

“Here we go.”

The body shudders. Fur sprouts.

“Oh, fuck yes. That’s it.”

Harsh breaths deepen into growls. Claws spear out of each finger.

“Yes, fuck! Aah, come…on!”

The back broadens, muscles bulking up bigger. Arms thicken and legs stretch. Clothes rip and fall, in tatters.
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“So hot…fuck…me. Grr, bigger, yes!”
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A tail sprouts. Pointed ears flick. Teeth sharpen. A snout pushes out.

“God- uhh! So…close!”

A guttural roar forms into a deep howl.

“Oh-aah! Fuuu-hrk!”
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Cum splatters on the floor, thick fluid painting the hardwood white. Muscles spasm with each burst of pleasure as hands keep jerking, riding out the climax. Small jets settle into thick drops, and then into a dribble. A heavy sigh escapes the lips.
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Eddie slumps in his chair, panting after vigorously masturbating. His hand runs through his short, chestnut-colored hair. He stretches his legs, spreading his flat feet apart to avoid stepping on the gooey mess. His other hand is curled around his softening dick, the claw-less fingers coated with spunk.
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Eddie hears a roar and then a scream, and his eyes fall back to his laptop. A burly CGI-designed werewolf pounces on a fleeing man, ripping into his neck. As the beast moves on, the camera pushes in on his immense body, concentrating on the wolf’s feral strength contained within thick muscles. The creature exudes rage and dominance as it hunts for its next victim, claws ready and teeth bare.
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Focused eyes stare intently at the screen. A once measly man, now a powerful, hulking werewolf. God, what it would be like to be fucked by him. Eddie blinks away, pausing the film once he feels his dick stirring. It’s already close to midnight. No time to jerk off another load.
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Something wet touches his fingers. Eddie holds them up and recognizes the sticky texture. He frowns as he examines his laptop. Smeared cum glistens just below his space bar. Eddie sighs and pushes his chair back, getting up to head to his kitchen. He rips off two paper towel, running one sheet under the sink until it’s thoroughly soaked. Squeeze the excess, spread the towel apart. Back in his bedroom, Eddie rolls his chair aside. Just before he can crouch down to start cleaning, something catches his eye.
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“Oh, shit,” he says, grumbling under his breath. The blinds are open. Eddie hurries to the window and peeks outside. Scanning the neighboring houses, he finds that the ones in direct view of his bedroom window have their lights off. He lets out a sigh, relieved no one had seen him jerk off. That would make future conversations with his neighbors a bit more awkward, to say the least.
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Eddie’s eyes shift to the left, away from the houses. The trees of the bordering forest are brightly lit, illuminated by a soft glow. Moving closer to the glass, he turns his gaze upward. Just within his view he can make out the moon casting its light from high up in the sky. It’s almost a full moon, not quite yet a perfect circle. It should be full in a couple days, if not tomorrow. He chuckles to himself at the timing of this monthly lunar event as he takes a quick glance at his laptop’s screen. He shuts the blinds and returns to his desk to clear up the congealing fluids on his wooden floor. Once his floor - and his laptop - is clear of cum, he prepares to end his night.


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“Fucking finally.” Eddie kicks the front door shut and tosses his messenger bag on the couch. Work had been long and drawn out, and he was all too ready to enjoy his Friday evening. He steps into the kitchen and grabs his hot water pitcher, getting ready to make some tea. Digging through the freezer, he finds a box of pepperoni pizza. “Good enough,” he says, pulling it out.
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With the oven set to preheat, Eddie steps into his bedroom and settles in by his desk. He opens his laptop and casually browses the web: checking up on sports scores, reading email, and glancing at his friends’ statuses. His mouse clicks on another tab, and the paused werewolf flick from the previous night pops up. The werewolf’s in mid-run, his savage eyes targeting his next prey.
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A tent forms in Eddie’s pants, and the excitable man quickly changes tabs. Eat first, jerk off later. But first… He glances at the window. No forgetting about the blinds tonight. He walks over and reaches for the tilt cord, then freezes. Through the window, a figure runs into the woods. Eddie squints and tries to get a better look, but whatever it was, it’s already gone. Was that a person? Eddie’s not sure. It could be a deer, those appeared occasionally.
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“No one would have any reason to go to the woods now, anyway,” he says softly to himself. Just as he finishes his sentence, a howl pierces the air from the direction of the forest, a strong wail that lasts for a while.
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“Was that… a wolf?” Eddie had never heard of wolves in this area. Or coyotes. Or anything else that can make such a strong cry.
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But if there’s a wolf and a man’s running towards it… Nah, it isn’t likely the wolf would attack. Wolves only hunt in packs. Whoever he saw running into the forest should know not to disturb any wild animals anyway. That person will probably be okay.
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Eddie shakes his head as he lies down on his bed. He tries to focus on something else: work, plans for the evening, things to buy at the grocery store tomorrow. His legs are bent with one on top of the other, a foot bouncing as he rests.
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But trying not to think about it just makes him ponder about it more. A lone wolf can still be deadly. If someone accidentally ran into one, the wolf could feel threatened. And a threatened wolf could easily hurt or maim a person.
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“No, no, that won’t happen,” Eddie has to say loudly to himself. But it would be terrible if a wolf did attack and it appeared on the news. Damn it. He can’t get the thought out of his mind.
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Eddie rushes to his closet. He’ll find and warn them, and hopefully get this nagging feeling in the back of his head from intruding his thoughts. He throws on a thick coat then grabs a flashlight and the shotgun leaning against the back corner. He takes a quick detour into the kitchen to turn off the running appliances before going outside.
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Carrying the heavy firearm is awkward, as Eddie half-jogs towards the forest. His arm’s already groaning in pain, tiring from holding the shotgun. The only time he uses the gun is at the range, to practice in the event of an emergency. He didn’t hunt, so his inexperience moving around with the shotgun is taking a toll.
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He takes a breather once he reaches the edge of the woods. Beyond the first line of trees, the forest dissolves into darkness. Eddie holds his gun by his stomach, with both the barrel of the shotgun and the flashlight in his offhand.
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“Hello, is anyone here?” Eddie waits, hoping to hear a response. He didn’t actually want to go into the forest, where danger could hide behind any tree or bush. And all for some random person he might have seen. Damn conscience. He tells himself to just try finding them, maybe go for ten minutes or so, and if he’s unsuccessful to turn around and go straight back home.  
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Caution is present with each step he takes. He pans left and right but doesn’t spot anything with his light. The forest is eerily quiet, with the occasional hoot of an owl or the chirping of an insect. Ears strain to pick up any relevant noises. A twig snaps under his foot and Eddie winces, the noise practically roaring in the silence. He continues on, his body on high alert for any predators that might have heard him.
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Eddie slows his pace until he comes to a halt. He’s been wandering for a while now, calling out to no avail. It’s time to go back, there’s no point getting himself lost. Eddie looks down at his flashlight. It’s a survival flashlight, with multiple modes and a small compass on top. All he has to do is go east, then-
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A bush shakes. Eddie turns, scanning the area. His light swings back and forth to locate the source of the sound. His heart racing, Eddie readies his gun, a finger hovering over the trigger. His guard is up, but if he doesn’t know where the wolf is going to attack from, it could be on him before he can even turn.
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There’s no way Eddie wants to be ambushed, so he spins on one foot and runs. If it is a wolf he knows he can’t outrun it, but if it chases he’ll know where it’s coming from. Then he can turn around and shoot. He hustles, panting past tree after tree, occasionally looking back to see if something is indeed following him.
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“Oof!” Eddie tumbles, his feet tripping over an unseen tree root. He rolls a few times, but he quickly composes himself, gun trained towards the darkness he just came from. His vision is clouded by his visible breath but he maintains his focus. He waits, unblinking, for any sound of a running creature. Eventually his lungs calm down, and Eddie finally lowers the gun.  
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“Oh man. I think it’s time to go home.” He stares at his flashlight, trying to read the compass on top. “What the?” He shakes the flashlight. The compass is as still as a corpse. “Oh, damnit!” Did it break when he fell? No matter, he has to find his way out somehow, without knowing which direction to go.
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Getting up, Eddie shrugs the dirt off his jacket. He steadily spins around in place, observing the area. There could be a way to read the trees that will lead him back. Or he could learn exactly nothing and have no clue which way to go, which is what happens. Staying put until sunrise is an option, but his empty stomach and the steadily colder weather changes his mind. It isn’t like daylight can direct him on the appropriate path. He makes the best educated guess and walks, hoping he’d find his town soon enough.
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He’s lost. Eddie knows it. He couldn’t have traveled more than ten minutes, maybe fifteen, before the sudden bush encounter. Yet if Eddie was going in the right direction, he’d hear traffic or something by now. He thinks about changing direction but it would still be a shot in the dark. So he keeps walking, staying alert for any sounds of civilization or local wildlife.
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Then he freezes. Strange sounds poke the air, and he can make out something moving, then twigs snapping, and a strange crackling. Another animal? He readies his gun again and continues forward, taking slow, cautious steps. Up ahead, he can make out a soft glow. It’s small but pops out in the darkness. Eddie’s eyes light up. As he approaches, he recognizes the sounds and color of a campfire.
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People. Eddie’s surprised to find a camp this deep into the woods. He knows hikers traveled the woods often, but he didn’t realize actual camping is allowed. Eddie picks up the pace, lowering his firearm as he gets closer. He didn’t want to scare the campers, merely ask for directions or perhaps shelter for the night. The fire becomes visible as he gets closer. He enters the area, a small grassy clearing about the size of a baseball diamond. He’s about to greet the campers, but he gasps instead.
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The beam from his flashlight hits three figures around the fire, but whatever they are, it isn’t human. Their bodies are covered head to toe in course fur. They stand on two feet, but their legs are bent at two points. The top bends forward like a human knee but the bottom faces the opposite way, behind them. Long, bushy tails hang just below their backs. Their heads are misshapen, with a long stump, filled with sharp teeth, jutting out from the bottom of their faces.
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Eddie blinks, still in shock upon seeing these grotesque figures. Yet something about them sparks some familiarity. He notices the creatures actually have muzzles on their faces and their head are shaped like a canine’s. And the fur, the tail, and the legs…then it clicks. Werewolves.
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“They’re…real?”
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Reacting to the flashlight, the three creatures stare at Eddie with their wide, red eyes. Everyone’s still, unsure of what to do, giving Eddie time to examine their physical features in more detail. Each werewolf has some bulk to a certain degree, with the skinniest one appearing to weigh over two hundred pounds. There’s no doubt they’re all male, with visible sheathes and a furry ball sack. The one in front is the tallest, with dark brown fur and a short muzzle. He lets out a menacing growl that creates small chills down Eddie’s back.
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Eddie’s pounding heartbeat reverberates all the way to his fingers. Remembering the shotgun in his hands, he quickly readies it and aims. He had just watched a film where an enraged, bloodthirsty werewolf tore a person apart in seconds. Eddie knows he has to take the first shot.
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His finger squeezes the trigger. Click. He tries again. Click. Eddie pumps the shotgun, then curses: no shells are loaded into the barrel! He had forgotten that he kept his firearm empty at home.
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The light brown furred werewolf behind the tall one snarls and steps forward. This wolf has a stockier build and emanates ferocity, with bared fangs and long claws attached to flexing fingers. The creature hunches down, and Eddie knows it’s time to go.
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The shotgun is tossed aside, useless weight as it is. Eddie turns to retreat the way he came in. He hears twigs and leaves snapping and the thud of heavy footsteps quickly approaching. A hoarse grunt is his only warning before a massive weight slams into his back. He finds himself rolling on the grass until he skids to a stop, lying face up.
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Elbows dig into the dirt as Eddie fights his disorientation to get back up. But the massive werewolf lands by his feet, shaking the earth, stopping any attempts of escape. Eddie tilts his head up, taking in the creature’s hulking form. The werewolf is only partially lit by the distant campfire and Eddie’s fallen flashlight, but there’s enough light for Eddie to catch the werewolf’s bulky muscles contained in his monstrous frame.
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Clouds of hot breath drift from the beast’s panting mouth. His chest heaves, growls rumbling in his throat. Bits of saliva drip from his fangs and down his chin. His dark eyes gleam with rage and violence.
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Eddie should be terrified, his life soon to come to an abrupt end. Yet he can’t stop himself from marveling at the supposed fictional monster he’d lusted for so many years. A thick, muscular physique. Sharp teeth and powerful jaws. A body capable of performing feats beyond any human capability. And Eddie gets to admire such a creature up close and personal and not through a screen.
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The werewolf takes a step forward, now standing over Eddie’s midsection. He snaps his teeth and bits of saliva spray onto Eddie’s face. The creature rears back, readying his claws for the attack.
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Eddie shuts his eyes. This is it. He would die at the claws of this werewolf. And-
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“Did you just moan?”
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Eddie’s eyes open, curiosity replacing his fear. The werewolf’s hands are back by his sides. It’s difficult to read the lupine’s expression but he appears to be shocked compared to the rage Eddie saw before. The werewolf’s no longer in attacking position, much to Eddie’s relief.
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Eddie stammers when he opens his mouth. “You can talk?” It’s an obvious question, but his brain isn’t quite processing normally. After all, animals aren’t capable of speaking. And werewolves shouldn’t exist.
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The beast ignores him, his focus turned elsewhere. Eddie’s unsure what gets the werewolf’s attention until he says, “Is that-? You’re getting hard from this?” Eddie has to tilt his head, but sure enough, a bulge presses against the fabric of his pants. Eddie can feel the heat rising in his neck. He hadn’t felt anything. Embarrassed, the human closes his legs in an attempt to hide his hard on, not like it would do much good now.
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The werewolf growls back to his pals. “This guy’s two seconds from death and he’s got a raging boner.” There’s a slight annoyance in his gruff voice, as though somehow Eddie’s erection created some kind of inconvenience.
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The tall werewolf steps in and crouches until his muzzle is one foot from Eddie’s nose. Unsure of what to do, Eddie just waits while the beast’s eyes scan his face. The werewolf snorts, and Eddie flinches at the strong gust of air. “You’re not a hunter.”
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“Clearly not,” his attacker says before Eddie responds. He steps back, arms folded across his chest. “Not if he’s pitching a tent. I’ve never heard of a hunter who’s got the hots for werewolves.”
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“Michael!” The tall one huffs.
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“Or maybe he wants to be fucked.” The werewolf shrugs, disregarding the other’s glare.
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“The real question,” the third beast, the skinniest one with charcoal fur, joins the others, “is why he is here if - if - he isn’t a hunter. Who are you?”
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Three fierce gazes turn to Eddie, who stares mutely at each of their waiting faces. He starts to speak, coughing to clear his throat. “I’m Eddie. I was just at home, when I, uh, saw someone. Run into the woods, that is. Then a wolf howled.” His mind’s still fuzzy at the turn of events, and he has trouble forming his sentences.
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The one named Michael points a claw at the wolf with the dark brown fur. “That was you, wasn’t it, Theo? This happens when you’re late! You transformed too close to the town!”
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Theo makes a gruff sound but doesn’t respond. Instead he merely looks off into the distance, unwilling to challenge Michael’s accusation.
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“After the howl, I wanted to warn whoever it was I saw,” Eddie says. “And then I stumbled on…you.”
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The wind whistles as a small gust passes through. The werewolves are silent, processing Eddie’s statement. It seems they didn’t consider him a threat anymore, much to Eddie’s relief. At least his tent is gone. Though, as embarrassing as it was, it did stall the werewolf from mauling him. He tries to get up, but his back protests, Michael’s impact still fresh and painful. Eddie winces and stays down, giving it more time to heal.
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The black werewolf speaks first. “So, what do we do with him?”
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This question mulls in Eddie’s head, too. The existence of werewolves has been kept mostly secret, as most of the world only knows them through legends and fictional content. So could he be trusted to keep this encounter a secret? Or would he be silenced? Eddie hopes it’s the former.
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“We can’t let him tell others about us,” Michael says. He curls his claws and Eddie does his best not to imagine where the beast wants to sink those spears in.
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“Or…” Theo holds up a hand before Michael can do anything. “We can convert him.” That gets the other two wolves to gape.
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“No! No way.” Michael shakes his head vehemently. “We can’t just turn any guy that gets a boner for werewolves.”
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“If memory serves me well, you were the same way,” Theo says, prompting the other werewolf to flip him the finger. “And we can’t just kill him. He’s not even a hunter.” He turns to Eddie. “Hunters go after our kind. We only attacked ‘cause, well…” He nods toward the dropped shotgun.
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Michael continues his protest. “More numbers adds to the risk of being discovered. Gah, Peyton, what do you think?” Michael turns to the black werewolf, who scratches his cheek in contemplation.
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“There is a risk,” he says after a few seconds. “But Theo’s right, we need to increase our numbers. Converting him will incentivize him to keep quiet. Plus…” Peyton’s eyes shift down. “I think he likes the idea of becoming one of us.”
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Eddie’s cheek flushes again. His hard on had returned. He reaches down to adjust his pants, but the tent is still noticeable. Theo makes a noise between a snort and a snicker. Michael throws up his arms with an “Are you kidding me?”
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“At least the initiation will go smoother,” Peyton says. “ So how about it? You want to join us?”
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“Uh…” Eddie stalls as he deliberates with this choice. “What happens if I say no?”
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“Well…” Theo glances at Peyton, though Eddie’s unsure what they’re signaling. “We’re hoping you say yes.”
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Eddie mouths an “oh”, realizing that no one wants to consider the alternative. So he tosses the idea in his head. Being a werewolf, that would change his life forever. At least once a month he’d have to slip away or hide from the public to transform.
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He’s not even sure if it is once a month. Some stories include the days surrounding the full moon. Others give the werewolf the control to turn whenever. He even watched one movie where the new moon triggers transformation, too.
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And then there’s his life down the road. Sure he lived alone now, and he had the forest nearby his house, but living situations could change in a year. And there are hunters he has to worry about, too?
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Yet looking at the werewolves in front of him, he thinks about what they’ve gone through. All of them have lives, like him, but still manage being a werewolf. Stumbling upon them earlier, they stood around the campfire like they’ve done so dozens of times. And Eddie couldn’t help staring at each wolf’s powerful physique. The thick muscles hidden under their fur. His back still ached from the force of Michael’s attack. To be able to have that strength himself…the thought makes him hard as a rock.
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It could be logic or likely lust that drives his decision, but Eddie ends up nodding. “I’ll do it.”
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Both Peyton and Theo smile, satisfied with the answer. Michael walks off, towards the campfire, likely disgruntled that he’d been outvoted.
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Eddie holds out an arm. “You just need to bite me, right?”
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The two beasts smirk, giving each other a look that uneases Eddie. He assumes that means a bite wouldn’t suffice, but he didn’t really know what the alternative would be. The werewolves confer with each in whispers until Theo steps forward.
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“The initiation isn’t quite what you see in the movies,” he says, walking up to where Eddie’s feet lie. “A werewolf doesn’t convert a human with saliva.” His hand slides over to his sheathe. “It’s with his cum.”
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Eddies stares wide eyed. Peyton’s grinning, arms crossed over his chest.  Theo’s eyes shift from gentle to lustful. Wait, did that mean…?
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“Here’s your fantasy coming true.” Michael, who joins Peyton, smirks. The two werewolves watch on the sidelines as Theo continues his approach.
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So this is why the initiation will go “smooth” as Peyton claimed. Eddie’s had a number of sexual fantasies involving werewolves, but those were meant to play out in his head, not in real life. There’s no way he can take on a real werewolf! Maybe this isn’t such a good idea after all.
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Eddie’s attention returns to the muscular werewolf standing over him. Theo kneels down over his legs and slowly lowers his weight onto his hands. He crawls forward towards Eddie, who watches as the werewolf comes toward him, his breaths getting shorter and thinner. Theo keeps himself low to Eddie’s body as possible, the muscles on his back bulging prominently.
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A moan escapes Eddie’s lips. The beast had brushed against his tight bulge. Theo snorts amusingly and hovers over the smaller human’s torso. His muzzle gets closer until it’s just inches away from Eddie’s nose. “You’re…mine…” he says, his hot breath tickling Eddie’s face.
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The werewolf drags a tongue up Eddie’s cheek, still playing up the predator/prey roles. Eddie lies still, becoming absorbed into Theo’s dominance. The werewolf’s thick body covers his entire torso and the weight of Theo’s muscles presses down. Eddie’s sore back burns by the added pressure, but the beast on top of him is an effective distraction from the pain.
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Theo lifts his body up, giving enough space for him to pull up on Eddie’s shirt and jacket. Lying on grass is not the best position to be in to remove clothing, but with enough finesse his clothes are off and tossed away. With Eddie’s bare torso exposed, Theo presses his muzzle against Eddie’s chest, breathing deeply to take in the human’s scent.
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With the massive werewolf kneeling so close over him, Eddie can’t help but give attention to the thick body. Eager hands reach up, grasping the werewolf’s chest and squeezing the pecs hidden behind the dark fur. And even with the furry coat, Theo’s muscles are thick enough for Eddie to feel the hard mounds that jut out from his chest.
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Eddie shivers. Theo’s lupine tongue runs up his stomach and over his chest. The feeling is foreign, but foreign is good. Foreign is the buzz that travels down to his fingers, to his toes. It’s the Siren that beckons with her irresistible song. It’s the muzzle that sucks on his nipple-
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“Oh God!” Eddie cries out, squirming from the pleasure. Theo’s got his mouth over one pec and flicks the sensitive nipple with his tongue, causing the human to let out a shaky moan.
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“Like that, don’t ya?” Theo pulls up and sits back on his legs, over Eddie’s lower body. “Oo, someone’s eager.” The beast runs his hand over Eddie’s bulge, causing the human to groan and buck his hips. “Time to let him out.”
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As Theo unbuckles and removes the confining pants, Eddie looks over to where Michael and Peyton are observing. Both werewolves are rubbing their sheathes, the tips of their shafts poking out. Michael plays with his cock as it’s exposed. He rubs it with slow movements, just enough to keep the edge and leak pre. Meanwhile, Peyton’s fondling his balls, sometimes caressing them with his fingers or kneading them with his palm. For both werewolves, their free hands are tweaking their nipples or even rubbing the other’s arms and chest. Even this sight got Eddie’s cock throbbing.
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The sudden chill by his lower body got Eddie’s attention. His pants are gone, leaving his stretchy underwear as his sole piece of clothing left on his body. It wouldn’t last, as Theo pulls the waistband with a single claw and drags it down. At first Eddie’s cock gets caught by the waistband, but as the underwear is dragged further, it soon flops free, standing erect and glistening with pre.
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“You’ve got a good size,” Theo says, as he tosses the underwear to the side. “It’ll be even better when you’re…enhanced.” The last part comes out as a groan and Eddie sees why. The werewolf’s shaft is halfway out its sheathe and Theo’s rubbing it fully erect. And wow! Eddie’s staring agape as a thick cock unveils itself. The size reminds him of a standard water bottle, he’d never seen a cock that big before. And at the base of the shaft is a round fleshy bulge, and then Eddie remembers that canines have knots. A quick glance to the side and Eddie can see Theo and Peyton have similar-sized cocks, though Theo’s seem to be slightly thicker.
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Eddie realizes that Theo’s still. His arms are by his side and he’s sitting back, letting his cock jut out in front of him. Eddie stares at the bobbing shaft. His eyes flick up to the werewolf, who’s only grinning at him. It’s an invitation, and Eddie’s eager to accept.
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Two hands wrap around the shaft, admiring its size. He can feel the blood pulsing under the soft flesh, warming his fingers. Even with both hands on the cock there’s room to stroke, and Theo lets out a low, pleasurable growl. Eddie releases with one hand, and reaches down to grasp Theo’s plump balls. The werewolf’s starting to pant, each breath raspy and shaky. When Eddie slides and squeezes the tip of Theo’s cock, the beast moans and his body shakes.
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“Fu-uck!”
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Theo grabs Eddie by his shoulders and forces him over onto his stomach. The human’s turned on even more, his excitement increasing from the hungry werewolf’s sexual aggression. Theo leans on the initiate’s back and Eddie can feel the wolf’s heavy, throbbing cock on his butt cheeks. He moans as Theo grinds against his body. With a gasp, Eddie shudders, his shaft shooting a wad of pre on the grass.
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Theo rears up, pulling on Eddie’s hips until Eddie can rest on his knees with his ass hanging in the air. His dripping dick rests a few inches from Eddie’s butt and Theo tenderly strokes his shaft, letting his pre coat over his cock.
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“No turning back,” he says as his other hand squeezes Eddie’s butt.
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Eddie still can’t believe this is happening. His heart’s racing, his breaths are heavy, and his cock’s stiff and dripping. How could anyone think of backing out now? Eddie has only two words in response.
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“Fuck me.”
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Theo grunts approvingly and brings the tip of his shaft up to Eddie’s butt. With a grunt, the werewolf sticks the tip into the smaller human.
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Even after previewing the size of the werewolf’s shaft, Eddie still shouts in surprise when the thick cock penetrates. He grits his teeth when Theo pushes in deeper, the pain overwhelming his senses. Theo’s going to stretch him apart at this rate.
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“Fuck. I forgot how tight humans are,” Theo says as more of his cock slips in.  He manages to slide his entire shaft in up to the knot. “There we go. Oh yeah…” The werewolf snarls as he pulls out then pushes back in, Eddie’s ass now able to take the beast’s cock.
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Pleasure washes over the pain as Eddie gets used to taking the wolf’s shaft. The werewolf’s thrusts are slow, but forceful, each one causing both man and beast to gasp and moan in pleasure. Theo has his hands on Eddie’s hips, holding him tightly as he pounds his ass. Eddie has to keep his arms tense just so he doesn’t sprawl on the grass.
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The werewolf’s thrusts come quicker and harder. Spit sprays over Eddie’s bare skin as Theo’s pants get heavier. Eddie’s still holding himself but just barely. His cock’s throbbing, shooting pre-cum over the ground. He wants to stroke it so badly but he’s afraid he’ll be pushed face first onto the dirt.
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Theo grips tighter. His growls are almost roars. Each slam become sporadic and wild. Eddie can feel the cock inside him practically jumping. His body tightens up, preparing for the impending orgasm. \t
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“FUCK!” Theo roars out. He thrusts in so hard, his knot pops into Eddie’s ass as his climax hits. Theo roars as his cock fires shot after shot of hot cum into the moaning human.
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“Oh…oh…fuck!” Eddie body tightens as his own orgasm hits. His cock throbs and shoots, splattering the grass. Each time it pulses he shoots another load. He’s gasping, pleasure exploding in his head. Fuck, he’s never shot this hard before!
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Theo’s heavy body shudders, jerking on occasion, as the wave of orgasm passes through. As both climaxes die down, Theo slumps forward and leans to the left, and he and Eddie fall on their sides.
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What a rush! That was the best fucking Eddie’s ever had. The sex alone would be worth becoming a werewolf every month. Eddie lets out a deep sigh, letting his body calm down. Through his heavy breaths, he can hear someone moving in front of him.
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Eddie opens his eyes and is greeted by a stiff cock. It pulses, bits of pre sliding down the dark shaft. He follows the cock up to the face it belongs to.
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A horny smile’s plastered on Michael’s muzzle. “I think it’s my turn to have some fun.”
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Eddie stares at the cock pointed straight at him. “Wha-?” But he can’t finish his sentence. His muscles start clenching. He lets out a gasp as he feels his insides shifting around.
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“Oh yeah, this part is so hot,” Peyton says, idly stroking his cock as he walks up to Eddie’s feet.
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Eddie holds out his arm and watches, stunned, as his fingers started to lengthen. His nails grow longer, hardening into sharp claws. Before his eyes, fur sprouts, covering his hand to his arm. He could feel his skin prickling all around his body and knows he’s going to be covered with fur.
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Enchanted by this transformation, Eddie gasps as intense pleasure shoots through his entire body. Peyton’s down on his knees, hunched down and taking the human’s cock in his muzzle. Eddie moans as his shaft stiffens once again against the werewolf’s warm tongue. He shivers as his body continues to change. His muscles start shifting. He can feel his back broadening and his chest bulging with massive pecs. His arms balloon bigger, peaks rising on his biceps and ridges forming along his triceps. Eddie’s sure he could easily dent a car with a punch.
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Michael’s cock bobs into view again. “Open up,” Michael says, his growl full of lust and anticipation.
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Eddie grins, and as Michael gets on his knees, he takes the werewolf’s cock in his mouth. He has trouble working it. The shaft’s so wide and he’s lying in an awkward position, but he does his best to improvise. He can only take the cock a few inches from the tip, so he uses his transformed hand to stroke the rest of the length. Michael moans through closed lips, bucking slightly at the sensation running down his cock.
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The transformation continues unimpeded during the blowjob. Eddie can feel his vertebrae crack and lengthen, adding to his overall height. His feet lengthen, growing longer until they resemble those of the other werewolves.
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“Fuck if this isn’t the hottest thing we’ve done,” Theo calls out, squirming as he can feel the initiate changing right before him. His cock’s still plugged inside Eddie, so all he can do is watch the other three going at it.
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“Mm!” Eddie grunts as he feels his cock getting warmer. It throbs inside Peyton’s muzzle. It feels like his cock’s pushing even deeper, but he realizes it’s actually getting longer and thicker. He momentarily feels the frigid air as Peyton pulls back to change his approach, and he can feel the heavier shaft bobbing from it’s weight. Eddie moans again as the werewolf continues blowing him with renewed vigor.
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The heat travels up to Eddie’s head and he knows what’s happening next. Sure enough, his mouth and nose starts to push out. Inch by inch, his mouth extends forward, slowly forming his lupine muzzle. He moves up and down Michael’s cock easier with his longer mouth. He can sense Michael knows this, too, as he bucks his hips a little harder.
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As his transformation nears completion, Eddie breaths get harder and faster. His bigger cock tingles with new yet amazing sensations brings him closer to the edge. The masterful blow job from Peyton is doing wonders. Meanwhile Eddie’s getting used to having a muzzle as he works Michael’s cock. He’s learning quick how to use his new tongue, rubbing and pressing it against the underside of Michael’s shaft. The werewolf yips with each pass, his hands pushing against Eddie’s head. Pre squirts into the initiate’s throat, the shaft’s throbbing increasing in intensity.  
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Eddie’s body spasms, his muscles jerking unintentionally to the pleasure coursing through. His breaths push more forcefully through his snout as his climax comes closer. He feels Theo’s close to erupting, too, so he bobs faster and uses his hand to fondle Theo’s balls. Theo’s growling, spittle spraying through his teeth. His cock is practically jumping in Eddie’s muzzle. Heat’s rushing through Eddie. His hips buck forward with another spasm. Oh fuck, he’s going to cum!
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A howl fill the forest air. Michael rears back, muzzle pointed to the moon, as his cock erupts into the chestnut werewolf’s muzzle who in turn writhes in pleasure. The black werewolf latched onto Eddie’s cock lets out a startled grunt as the initiate’s thick cock shoots strong loads inside his muzzle. Peyton’s eyes roll up to his head, his hands jerking his erupting cock, cum painting the grass.
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All the werewolves fall back, spent from the extraordinary sex that just occurred. The new werewolf lies on the ground, energy slipping away from his enervated body. As his eyes close, a grin forms on his muzzle.

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Sunlight startles Eddie awake, and he sit ups on the grass. In front of him are his clothes, crudely folded together. He hears chatter nearby and he sees three men standing around a small campfire.
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“Morning, fella,” the tall, brown haired one says. “Better get dressed.”
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I takes a moment for Eddie to realize that the men are the werewolves from the previous night, reverted back to human form. The one who greeted him is Theo. The thin, black-haired man drinking from a thermos is Peyton, which meant the lighter brown-haired one with his arms crossed is Michael.
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The three men are cooking over the fire, and the smell of meat wafts into Eddie’s nose. He winces, hit by a strong hunger pain. After forgetting to eat and last night’s romp, his body’s craving for food.  
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“Welcome,” Peyton holds his hands up, in mock formality, as Eddie joins the circle with his clothes, “to the werewolf life.”
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Theo comes up and pats Eddie’s shoulder. He holds up a hot dog, which Eddie eagerly accepts.
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“So what happens now?” Eddie asks, taking a large bite.
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“You go back to your life,” Peyton says, chuckling. “Then when the full moon returns, you come back here.”
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“When the moon rises, you’ll feel it’s calling.” Theo walks up from behind and puts a hand on Eddie’s shoulder. “You can transform right away. Of course that’s bad when you’re out shopping or in traffic. You can suppress the urge to transform, but with each minute that passes the calling gets stronger and stronger until you have to let the wolf out.”
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“Like good sex,” Michael lets out a hearty laugh.
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“Anyway,” Peyton continues. “You can also force the transformation on any other night, but remember you’re stuck in wolf form until the morning. You’ll want to plan ahead. Make sure you can get into the woods early enough so you don’t attract bystanders like this guy.” Theo frowns and flips him off.
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Eddie takes another bite of the hot dog. “So, uh, speaking of sex…”
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“Don’t worry about,” Theo says. “You can only turn someone if you have sex as a werewolf. In human form, there’s no risk.”
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“Just don’t trigger your shift mid-sex,” says Michael. A lustful grin forms on his face. “Unless it’s with us. Then by all means. There’s nothing better than fucking while transforming.”
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Eddie smiles. “That, I can believe.”
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After completing the meal, the four men head back out of the woods. As Eddie returns back home he can’t keep his excitement down, recalling last night’s events. He sits at his desk, unsure of what to do next. He pulls up his browser, still on the page with the werwolf movie. He laughs.
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“Hollywood’s got nothing on me.”
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