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Disclaimer - Nature finds a way. In this case, it finds a way to get a skinny human into a were-only club. If you're not interested in two friends figuring out how to turn one of them into a wolf in the third lewdest way possible, then this is most definitely not the story for you. (This is a work of pornographic fiction. Do not read if it would be illegal for you to do so.)

Moonlighters

"Dude, I fucking _told_you," Vance shook his head at Tile as they slipped into the Starbucks across the street from The Moonlighter Club.

They both looked out of place, the human dressed up in pinstriped slacks and a red and purple checked shirt and his lupine friend wearing baggy grey pants with far too many belts and a tight white shirt that let his black fur show around his toned belly.

"Hey, man. You're a were. Why didn't you get him to let us in?" Tile snarled, running a hand self-consciously through his lank blonde hair.

"Bro, it's not like we all know each other or anything. That's pretty racist." Vance smirked as they both plunked down at the table in the corner.

"You know what's racist? They just won't let me in because I'm human. That's bullshit." Tile sulked, blowing his hair out of his eyes.

"Well . . . I mean, technically it's a dress code I guess?" The werewolf shrugged, grinning as the lioness barista looked away after staring at his clubbing getup.

"Am I supposed to wear a fur coat like some kind of fucking pimp? It's July!" Tile rubbed a hand over his face. "These tickets cost like sixty bucks, man. Each!"

"You know that the club isn't just for natural weres, right? We could get you in for a night if . . ."

"Man, the show starts in twenty-five minutes . . ."

Vance considered for a moment. "Easy." He folded his arms and smiled. "It'd have to be _pretty_gay though."

Tile turned red, looking back over his shoulder around the café. He was positive that every person around them had heard that last remark, though no one so much as turned their head. "Look . . . I'm just not that . . ." Tile faltered, looking up at Vance's unabashed grin.

"I'm just saying, those tickets are going to go to waste otherwise." Vance shrugged. "I've heard it only lasts a day or two and anyways, you've been hyping up this show for weeks"

"Well, I told you, I'm just not into biting. Weres are cool and all . . . And anyways, my apartment is like forty minutes away." Tile wrung his hands.

Vance snorted. "Dude, you realize that weres don't really bite people. Unless they're into that kind of thing . . . There's way more interesting ways to change you furless folks." He waggled his eyebrows suggestively.

"Eh. You could just go without me." Tile slumped his head into his folded arms and sighed against his gaudy sleeve.

"Dude, do you want to get in or not? Because if not, we could just go get a cheesesteak or something while we're here . . ." Vance took out his phone and checked the screen surreptitiously.

"Hell yeah I want to go." Tile sat up and slammed a hand on the table. "It's just . . ."

"Alright, alright. Jeeze, just hold on a sec." Vance got up and walked towards the counter.

"Dude, we don't have any time!" Tile complained as Vance made eye contact with the barista.

"Hey there. Could I get a double shot of espresso, and then a single for my friend?" He grabbed his wallet chain and fished out a ten-dollar bill as the lioness packed the grounds, locked them in place and then sent a hissing stream of steaming water through them.

"Bro, I don't even like coffee." Tile objected.

Vance slipped the barista the crumpled bill and told her to keep it. "I figured as much," he chuckled, pouring the two drinks together and swirling the paper cup around a few times before downing it in one go. He hissed and let his pink tongue waggle out of his muzzle before shaking himself.

"Alright." The black wolf tugged on his human buddy's sleeve, yanking him back away from the sliding door at the front.

"Hey! We don't even have much time left. If you're going to get me in or whatever, we've gotta do it soon." Tile tugged his sleeve from the werewolf's grasp.

"I know . . ." The wolf looked cautiously behind them as he shepherded Tile towards the dim hallway in the back. "That's why I bought the coffee. I didn't want to stay if we didn't buy anything."

"Stay? Man, are you listening to me?" Tile started to raise his voice as Vance raised a finger to his lips. He then interrupted Tile's complaints by opening up the handy capped bathroom and shoving him inside, letting the door slam behind them before locking it.

"The fuck are you doing!?" Tile looked around at the antiseptically clean wide box of a room.

"Jesus, man. Chill out. We just needed a little privacy." Vance looked at the door behind them. "We've only got like 20 minutes left to get you to wolf out."

"How long does it usually take . . ." Tile held one of his arms self-consciously and stared at the hand dryer as if trying to learn its secrets.

"I dunno, I've never fucked a human before." Vance snickered.

"D-Do we have to? I mean . . . we're in a . . . and that's pretty . . ." Tile stammered.

"Gay? Man, I know you like that shit. You got high and spent all night telling me about how hot you think Tom Selleck was."

"Well yeah, everyone thinks Tom Selleck is hot." Tile took a deep breath and looked at his phone, watching as they wasted another minute before the coolest party of the century started. "Do we really have to fuck, or . . .?"

"It can work just through kissing, I think" Vance tapped a tooth. "I remember because of the videos they made us watch in middle school. But I guess that's only if you're sensitive or something."

"I'm not so sure if I'm sensitive . . ." Tile shrugged.

"Dude, you cry during like, every other movie you watch."

"How could you _not_cry at Toy Story? A guy's having a fucking existential crisis when suddenly . . ."

Vance's ears folded back as he rubbed two fingers just above his closed eyes.

"Alright." Tile conceded. "Maybe I'm a little sensitive."

"Cool. Now I gotta ask, are you sure about this?" Vance looked down at him seriously. "Because I don't want to force this on you or anything."

"Let's do it. But we're just doing it to get into the club, yeah?" Tile double-checked the clock on his phone.

"Sure." Vance weighed the option and nodded.

The were stepped up towards his human friend, pressing his face in. Tile's eyes widened as he saw the muzzle coming towards him, pink tongue pressing through the wolf's dark thin lips.

"Umm . . ." Vance paused. "It'd be a bit easier if you leaned in.

"Right." Tile nodded, cheeks burning as he stepped in and leaned his face up, screwing up his eyes and pursing his lips.

"You're adorable," Vance chuckled before letting his cold nose snuffle at Tile's clean-shaven chin. He lapped up, warm wet tongue folding and grinding up past the shocked human's nose.

"Hurry it up, man." Tile grumbled, swallowing nervously.

Vance just smiled, revealing his sharp white fangs before pressing his snout against Tile's face and forcing his tongue between his lips. Tile's hands pressed against Vance's chest, feeling the muscle behind his tight white shirt as he felt the flat slippery wolf-tongue writhe around in his mouth, his flesh tasting electric.

"Dude, kissing is a two-person activity." Vance pulled back and chastised him. "I feel like I'm doing all the work here."

"S-sorry." Tile's cheeks went as red as a beet. "I've never kissed a . . ."

"A were?"

"A guy." Tile finished.

"Well, you better learn to kiss both before the dance, right?" Vance grinned, copper eyes gleaming in the fluorescent lights of the bathroom.

"Yeah, I guess." Tile clutched Vance's shirt in his hands and pulled himself against the larger wolf.

Vance's ears perked up as the human's tongue slid into his muzzle, slipping past his fangs to grind back along his dark lips. The wolf's breath panted out against Tile's skin. Their lips locked together in a sloppy seal as they began to lap into each other's mouths. Vance's arms wrapped around the smaller man's shoulders as he growled out a low rumble of pleasure, wrapping his tongue around Tile's and then pulling back, licking between his teeth and lips. Tile pulled his thicker, shorter tongue back through Vance's fangs, licking up over his salty cool black nose.

"Alright." Tile pulled back after about a minute of sloppy kissing. "How are we . . ." He looked in the small mirror above the porcelain sink. "God damnit."

A few fine grey hairs prickled from his cheeks. "I look like I'm a sixty-year-old who just got hit by the puberty bus."

"It's not so bad." Vance stroked a claw down his cheek. "You could also be a foxy grandpa." He sniggered.

"Fuck." Tile checked his phone. "Fifteen minutes left. Can't you make this go faster?"

"Well . . ." Vance stepped in between Tile and his reflection. "There were other things they told us not to do back in middle school . . ." He reached down, claws sliding past Tile's belt to squeeze the bulge in his striped slacks. "That's gotta be faster, right?"

Tile shuddered slightly. "It's just to get into the rave." He muttered like a mantra.

"What was that?" Vance cocked his head to the side.

"Just hurry up." Tile sighed, tugging open his belt and unzipping his fly.

"Yes, your majesty." Vance rolled his eyes, pink tongue sliding over his dark chops as he dropped to his knees, tail wagging as he tugged down Tile's argyle boxers.

Swallowing heavily, Tile shifted his weight from foot to foot as the wolf reached in and tugged down his boxers, freeing his member into the cool air of the small brightly lit room. The man shuddered as Vance casually reached out and squeezed his length in his paw, snuffling along the tip.

"Not half bad." Vance took a moment of mock contemplation to ponder the member in his grasp. His friend smelled of peppermint soap and awkward arousal. "For a human."

"Fourteen minutes," Tile huffed, looking away from the coy wolf's eyes staring up at him. He shuddered as Vance's warm tongue slid over the head of his shaft, slathering it with cooling spittle.

"What was that?" Vance teased, leaning in as if listening to the man's jerking shaft.

"Just fucking go already," Tile grumbled.

"That's what I thought." Vance smiled, opening his lupine muzzle and sliding down, letting Tile's cock glide between his fangs. He used his flexible flat tongue to swab at the sides of the man's shaft, feeling the taut member jerk and tasting a dribble of salty pre leak into the back of his muzzle.

"Oh Jesus." Tile sucked in a breath through his teeth. The hot slippery sucking felt amazing. He let his hands rest on the top of Vance's head, combing his fingers through the wolf's plush fur and scratching him behind the ears. "Are you sure you've never done this with a human?" he groaned, hips bucking as Vance reached one hand up and cupped his friend's balls and giving them a gentle squeeze. The wolf turned his head, bobbing his muzzle down, pushing in until his cold nose huffed at Tile's curly brown hair. A smile pulled up at the corner of his muzzle as he saw the wiry hair start to lighten in color and straighten into ashy fur.

Tile's praises deepened into a wordless growl as his toes tightened in his shoes. His mouth hung open, tongue hanging out as his teeth began to sharpen, jaws creaking forwards. His nails hooked out, raking through Vance's fur as the wolf began to bob his muzzle faster and faster.

"Aw fuck, man," Tile groaned through clenched teeth. "I'm gonna . . . I'm gonna." He pulled Vance's head against him, bucking in with his hips and making the wolf's eyes widen as his cock jerked and shook. His balls tightened as he reached orgasm, but the pleasure just kept growing, the skin on his cock thinning down into a veiny red, the base swelling as the tip slimmed down into something far more canine with every jolt into the wolf's waiting muzzle.

"Good boy . . ." Tile sighed, letting his head fall back as he closed his eyes, feeling Vance's growl of protest buzz around his spent cock.

The black-furred were let Tile's member slide from his jaws and then pushed himself onto his feet, wiping his muzzle with his paw.

"If you call me a good boy again, I'll end you." He scowled towards Tile but couldn't stop his fluffy tail from wagging behind him.

Tile turned and looked into the mirror. "Fuck."

"What?"

"I look like a fucking puppet from a B movie." Tile turned his face at an angle, looking at his patchy greyish fuzz and somewhat wrinkly half-animal features.

"Well, you could probably get in now, if you play it cool." Vance posited.

"I don't want to go in like this!" Tile complained.

"Why not?"

"You know . . . I wanna look good . . ."

"You mean like me?" Vance ran his paws down in front of his chest as if he was selling himself on a gameshow.

"Fuck off. You know what I mean." Tile prodded at one of his fuzzy cheeks, looking in the mirror.

"Well . . . if that only worked halfway, there's one last thing we could do . . ." Vance grabbed at his noticeable bulge, fingering the buckle for his one functional belt.

Tile fished for his phone in the pile of pants around his ankles. "Alright, lets fucking go. We only have ten minutes left." Tile tugged his boxers down and turned around, bracing his hands against the lip of the sink.

"Wait, really?" Vance's ears perked up as he stared at Tile's bared ass.

"What do you mean, 'really?'" Tile asked incredulously. "Yes. We've got to get into the party somehow."

"Wow, what a Casanova you are." Vance rolled his eyes. The were leaned down, nose huffing in at Tile's bared crack, smelling more of that peppermint soap. "You cleaned yourself up before this, didn't you?"

Tile's cheeks burned. "Look, man. It was just in case something happened, you know . . . It wasn't for you." He furrowed his brows and looked back over his shoulder.

"Hey, man. I'm not judging. You've always had a nice ass." Vance let his paws glide down Tile's hips, reaching up under his shirt and spreading his ass-cheeks. Now let's just get you ready and . . ." Vance licked his lips.

"'Ready?' What do you . . ." Tile's question stopped in a wheezing gasp as Vance knelt behind him, nose snuffling at his rump before his hot pink tongue rasped out, sliding over Tile's asshole. The sloppy sounds of the wolf hungrily lapping between his crack filled the small room. Tile bit his lip, trying not to groan, his pucker tensing each time it was prodded, quivering as it was coated in an eager canine flurry of licks. As he continued lapping, Vance reached a paw back between his legs, squeezing at the pink pointed tip of his member growing up out of his dark fuzzy sheath, rubbing his slick pre over the tip. He pushed in with his tongue, prodding the edge of Tile's ass before finally pulling back, standing up and looming over the changing human.

"Good . . ." Tile began, praise dripping from his voice.

Vance's eyes narrowed.

Tile paused. "Job?"

"Nice save." Vance smirked. You sure you're ready for this?" He pulled himself up behind Tile, letting his protruding erection grind against the man's ass, leaving a faint cooling trail of pre behind it.

"Yeah, I am; though sometime in the next century would be nice." Tile looked at his still-patchy face in the mirror.

"Sound's like someone's needy." Vance teased, one hand grabbing Tile's hip as his other guided his cock towards the man's glistening ass. "Well, I guess I wouldn't want to keep you waiting, so . . ." He abruptly thrust forwards with his hips.

Tile squeaked out, knuckles going white as he felt the wolf's slick member ram inside of him, stretching him wider and wider as he clenched and moaned. Vance adjusted himself, pulling back slightly before grinding forwards again.

"Dude, you're super fucking tight." Vance leaned in, fuzzy chin resting on Tile's shoulder. His chest rumbled as his tongue lolled out of his mouth.

"No way. I've got toys bigger than you." Tile managed to huff out through gritted teeth.

"Of course you do." Vance rolled his eyes. "But we haven't even got to the fun part yet . . ." The wolf's claws dimpled the flesh of Tile's rump as he braced himself and then shoved roughly forwards. There was a halting moment of tension as the growing fleshy mass of Vance's knot butted against his ass before the wolf surged forwards, the swelling bulge slamming into Tile's ass before continuing to inflate to its full hefty girth, locking them together.

"Did you just . . ." Tile moaned as he felt the tight hot bulb swell inside of him, mashing against his prostate. His bones creaked, body swelling larger as the grey patches of soft fur slowly spread, subsuming his body.

"Don't you dare fucking stop." The man ground back against Vance, feeling the knot tug both ways. His own cock pulsed harder, shaft pulling up towards his belly as a loose fluffy sheath formed around the base. His hands bulged into thick padded paws as he looked up in the mirror and saw his muzzle creak out, eyes blazing into a deep amber.

"Someone's happy," Vance teased, watching Tile's tailbone strain out above his ass like some kind of twisting hairless finger before fluffing out into a brushy grey lupine tail that batted against the black wolf's belly. Vance's ears folded back as he bit his lip, cock pulsing as Tile's ass clenched down around his knot, making him jolt dribbles of pre into his friend's ass.

The changes accelerated, Tile's ears pulling up atop his head and flickering as Vance huffed into them, his hair fluffing out into mixed black and white fur. His legs creaked, ankles grinding against the backs of his shoes until he leaned forwards, his feet extending out onto the ends of his swelling paws that grew in the mouths of his shoes. His cock pulsed out, knot swelling at the bottom, leaking spots of clear slickness onto the silky fur of his belly. His nose darkened, huffing in their scents, making him feel drunk off the smell of virile male wolf.

"I don't think I'm gonna last much longer." Vance panted breathlessly into Tile's folded ear.

"That's . . . kind of the point. Just fucking do it." Tile moaned out, voice slightly deeper with a gravelly note to it.

"You first." Vance's face spread into a predatory grin as he reached around, grabbing Tile's cock and sliding down the length before locking around his swollen knot.

The new wolf's ears perked up as his padded fingers gripped tighter at the sink. His heavy lupine balls clenched, his insides twisting into a tangle of pleasure as his canine cock started jerking out slick sloppy strings of whiteness onto the floor. His tail strained out stiff behind him as his ass began to clamp down in intense twisting surges.

"Fuck." Vance swore, closing his eyes and gritting his teeth as his own cock arced up and he began to come in halting surges of bliss, filling Tile's ass with his thick seed.

They both rocked together, heavy breaths ringing in the small room as they rode out the high of being tied together, both of their cocks jerking as Tile's ass wrenched down in powerful waves, drawing them both into new heights even as their jolts of pleasure became spaced further and further apart.

"Yeah . . ." Tile looked into the mirror, running a padded finger down against the side of his now distinctly canine muzzle. "That's more like it." He stepped out of his shoes and bent down to retrieve his phone from his pocket, ass tugging Vance down against him.

"Hey!" The black wolf's cock pulsed again weakly inside of Tile's exhausted ass.

"We don't have any time. Three minutes left!" Tile pulled himself forwards.

"Wait a second. It's still tender, don't just . . ." He groaned as Tile pulled forwards, tight ass tugging out at his cock before slowly sliding off of the knot with a loud pop and a high-pitched whine from the both of them.

"Fuck." Tile winced, reaching back and rubbing his lower back, suddenly finding just how weird it felt to grab his tail.

"Goddamn. We could have waited a few minutes." Vance's lips peeled back as he unspooled a wad of toilet paper to clean himself off.

"Maybe if you weren't so big, it wouldn't hurt so much." Tile winced as he rubbed at his smarting ass.

"I thought you had toys bigger than me?"

"Well maybe you're a close second." Tile acquiesced.

The two of them helped each other clean up in a whirlwind of paper towels and foaming soap, making sure to leave no trace of their clandestine activities in the restroom.

Tile's once rather baggy clothes were now tight around his lupine frame. He had to unbutton a few notches of his checkered shirt just so he could move his arms fully. He looked in the mirror and smiled at how his downy fur seemed to pour out of his stuffed shirt. His shoes didn't fit anymore, and so he picked them up and cradled them under his arm.

They both snuck out of the Starbucks. No one said anything, but Vance turned back and gave a thumbs-up to the lioness barista whose eyes went wide.

The line at The Moonlighter was much longer now than it was the first time, but it gave the two enough time to find something new to argue about.

"Dude, just leave them out here." Vance rolled his eyes as Tile clenched his sneakers to his chest.

"No way. Someone might steal 'em." Tile turned around to look behind them, his tail whapping against the panther weres they were standing behind.

"Sorry." Vance apologized for Tile's lack of tail decorum before turning back to his friend. "No one is going to want your ratty-ass sneakers. Just leave them behind a dumpster and they'll be there when we get out.

"Dude, these are legit Nikes. They cost like two hundred dollars." Tile protested.

"Why the fuck would you spend that much on shoes if you don't even have enough money to . . ."

Their argument was interrupted by the same burly gator who had refused Tile entry earlier.

"Tickets." The alligator were's voice creaked as he scowled down at the both of them.

Tile immediately patted his tight pockets, clumsily fishing out the two tickets, though he tore a gash in the middle of one with a clumsy claw.

The bouncer looked at the tickets, and then at them, then scowled down at the tickets again before tossing his head back and letting them pass through the double doors.

The music shook the carpeted walls as they walked down the dark corridor towards the black velvet curtains at the end of it.

"This is gonna be so fucking rad." Tile curled his hands into fists, tail wagging like a puppy.

"You do realize that you're still holding your sneakers, right?"

Tile was about to reply as they reached out and parted the heavy curtains. They were assaulted by sights, sounds, and smells. A DJ with a happy face mask bobbed in time with the beat, the dancefloor before his podium surging with a sea of writhing weres. On two raised platforms to either side, foxes skillfully swung around poles, one tod, one vixen, both completely nude.

The Nikes fell out of Tile's stunned grip as they both stood still for a moment, life catching up to them like they were dropping out of hyperspace.

This was going to be a good night.