Tom patted his grey and black striped fur with a towel. It had taken the tabby cat boy almost an hour in the shower to untangle all the kinks in his matted fur and clean up. He didn't like the water all that much, but he hadn't had a good clean up in a long time. He looked at his slender thirteen year old body in the mirror and his green eyes sparkled. His fur finally looked good, though his ribs were showing in his chest. A reminder of his life as a stray.

He made his way out of the upstairs bathroom, and into his room two doors down. He closed the door behind him and looked around for clothes to wear. The room was a typical thirteen year old's mess. Clothes, toys, comics, hardly a spot to lay anything down.

He picked up a brown T-shirt from the floor. It felt used to his touch. Instinctively he sniffed it.

His nose was flooded with the scent of a wolf boy. He wasn't sure how he felt about that. Yet... his cock was. It had started to peek out from his sheath. He smelled the shirt again. Each whiff of the wolf his cock hardened some more. Still conflicted, but he couldn't put the shirt down.

He lay down on the bed, and a puff of the wolf's scent wafted out, lingering all around him. He closed his eyes as he smelled the boy's bed. 

Then his hands touched something under the blanket. He pulled out a pair of boxers. Carefully, trembling, he couldn't resist and he pulled the pants up to his muzzle. He could smell the wolf boy's musk on them. His cock bounced excitedly. The smell drove him crazy, he had to relieve himself... but to what? He looked at the boxers.

With trembling hands he rubbed them against his hard little feline cock. It felt good. Somehow, it felt even better than usual. He wrapped the pants around his shaft and started pumping.

The wolf boy's smell brought memories. He held his eyes closed. He remembered how the boy had felt under his touch. He remembered how the boy had felt struggling against his thrusts as he pushed into his rear. He stroked his cock harder, it was as if he was fucking the boy again. And he remembered how [i]he[/i] had felt when the boy stopped struggling. He had never come as hard as when he filled the boy's rear with his seed. His whole body had trembled with his final push. He tensed up, his body jerked, and he released himself. Pulse after pulse he squirted into the boy's boxers.

Tom panted hard as he lay in his afterglow. He couldn't believe he had come so hard again. He lay a good while on the wolf boy's bed. Slowly his nose got used to the background smell and he didn't smell the wolf so much anymore.

He wiped his cock some more and then sat up on the bed. He threw the cum-soaked boxers down on the floor.

After a moment's deliberation he stood up and walked to the cupboard. Inside was neatly stacked clothes. He picked up a T-shirt. He raised it up to this nose. They had been washed, there was only the barest hint of the wolf's scent on them. Soon they would have his scent. All of this would have his scent.

He pulled it over his head. It was a bit loose, but it fit. He was close enough in build to the wolf boy. He took a new pair of boxers and slipped them on. His little cock was already going down and only made the barest of bulge.

He settled down to explore the room's contents.

Little later a gruff voice called from outside the room, "lunch is ready, son!"

"Coming!" 

Tom started to make his way downstairs to the kitchen. On the way, his nose was assaulted by another scent. A delicious one. He couldn't quite place it. Fried meat, a juicey, thick, delicious aroma.

He rounded the corner from the stairs into the kitchen. There was a plate served out in front of an empty chair with a cut of pan seared steak on it. Across the table was another setting with a larger cut of steak along with some potatoes. Next to that one was sitting a large grey wolf. His fur shined, accentuating his toned muscles. His mane was cropped shorter at the front with a mullet in the back.

The wolf looked up, "come, before it gets cold." He beckoned towards the empty seat.

Tom guardedly walked in, intimidated by the large wolf. But he sat in the chair, and when he looked up, the wolf was digging into his steak already. He relaxed a little, and looked at his cut. It was pretty small steak, but thick. Golden brown, seared to perfection. It smelled amazing. Tom had never smelled meat this good in his life. His stomach growled, this would be the first good meal he had had in a long time. He cut a small bit out of the steak with his knife and popped it into his mouth. 

The taste was very fresh, and strong. He had never tasted meat quite like this. He rolled the chunk in his mouth, savouring it on his tongue. He swallowed it.

He looked up to the wolf. "This is delicious, what kind of meat is it?" he asked cheerfully.

The wolf grunted and swallowed. "It's sheep-meat that was disguised as wolf."

Tom's looked back down at his steak, wide-eyed. It still looked normal. Timidly he cut out another bite. He let the taste linger in his mouth. It tasted strong, like meat of a carnivore should. But now there was a hint of something... else. His heart raced as he swallowed. Only hours before he had filled the wolf boy, now, the wolf boy would fill him. His boxers started to bulge a little again...