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I guess I can't blame myself for not being honest about my feelings for Gregory. He was right: I couldn't fathom someone ever loving me for who I was, because all my life I'd been told that I was inadequate and undesirable, so while I appreciated Gregory's feelings for me, I wasn't emotionally equipped to return them. The moment Gregory kissed me, though, I was finally able to experience what it felt like for someone to love and desire me, and all my self-consciousness and blushing embarrassment vanished like smoke in a breeze.

We reduced our session down to a low simmer for a while as the sun's grasp on the sky quickly faded in an orange-purple glow. Silently we watched from the living room, lazily cuddling and stroking each others' chests and backs, as we waited for the moon to finally make an appearance. I delighted in the texture of Gregory's skin - smooth, but well-muscled - and once in a while our passion crested enough that we gave each other another slow, deep kiss.

When the room finally became too dark for us to see, Gregory took me by the hand and stood up.

"Come with me," he said.

I obliged, and he quickly led me to his bedroom. It was almost entirely bare except for a small chair, a nightstand, and a double bed.

I almost chuckled at that. Double bed. As in two people.

We set the bedroom light dimmer to a low glow, and soon I felt myself sinking down into the bed as Gregory laid himself on top of me. If it were up to me, we'd be rutting like a couple of rabbits, but I was clearly not in control of the situation. I felt his lips press against mine, mouths opening for another French kiss. Then, they started to trail their way down my neck, my shoulders, my nipple, my navel. I groaned in need. When his hands began to unbuckle my fly, it took all the willpower I had not to thrust. He slid my pants and briefs down and found his treasure, wantonly erect and leaking a clear fluid.

I have no idea how I didn't spurt the moment I felt his tongue touch it.

"Argh! Gregory!" I squealed, as he lapped on the head a few times, like a child with a sucker. Then he tilted it up so that it pointed vertical, and with one smooth motion, plunged his mouth onto it until I felt his lips brush my sparse pubic hair.

I was in absolute delirium. The pattern of licks, sucks, and bobs felt so amazing that it defies words. My arms flung about, gripping the carpet, his shoulders, his hair. He wouldn't let me grab on, though, as he slapped my arms out of the way a few times if I tried to take over. I felt that glorious itch start to coalesce inside me, begging to grow and grow until it shot out of me like a fire -

And suddenly my hardness was met with cold air as Gregory removed his mouth from it.

I tilted my head up to look at him. "Please..."

He gave me no response, though. Instead, he stood up, meaningfully undoing his own jeans. unleashing his own enormous uncut erection in the process. There was no need for words; all it took was one look in my eyes to know I was ready for what he was about to do.

He lifted up both of my legs, perching them on top of his lithe shoulders. I could feel the tip of his length slide delicately into the cleft of my ass, slowly and deliberately searching for its target. It found my entrance, but rather than just drive right in, it kind of settled there for a moment, relishing in the anticipation. I looked back up at Gregory's face, who seemed almost lost in thought and unable to control his own actions.

Then it happened.

With one smooth, practiced motion, Gregory sank into my depths. I wailed in that succulent concoction of pain and euphoria that comes with the claiming of one's virginity. He held his position there, letting me relax around the hard thickness of his manhood, until he was sure that I was ready for the next step. When that moment came, he pulled back with almost maddening patience, as if he wanted the pulls outward to feel better to me than the thrusts. When all but the foreskinned head was remaining, he drove in again, this time with a little more force. I gasped again as the pain started to ebb away and leave the most luxurious pleasure I had ever felt in my young life.

Each new thrust came a little quicker and more pronounced, until he settled into a rhythm. When he pushed, I writhed. When I gasped, he grunted. When his cock tickled my prostate, I shuddered. We were in perfect unison the entire time, moving in synch with one another as if we were made for each other, for this one night.

The sounds coming from Gregory began to drop in register, and I watched him in expectation of his climax. When I did, though, I didn't see a face creased in effort like I thought I'd find. No, he simply had this intent look on his face, staring right at me with his light brown eyes.

Eyes... that began to glow.

Gregory continued to thrust into me, almost oblivious to his surroundings, even as the white hair that normally sat atop his head began to fill out, down across his body. It sprouted along his shoulders, then his chest and down his arms, over his stomach, as if someone had spilled white paint and it flowed and pooled naturally on the floor. I couldn't see anything lower than his stomach, so I could only imagine the same thing happening down below as well. His face - still human, but now covered in that white pelt - showed no signs of pain, fear, fury, and he continued to make love to me even as his entire body was changing in front of me. No doubt he'd done this before.

The nails on the ends of his fingers turned dark, and grew into a third dimension, conical instead of flat. They were sharp, now, but mostly ornamental; he could tear someone into ribbons with them if he wanted to, but there was no risk of them hurting me. In the background, a movement caught my eye, and I had to shift my focus in the dimly-lit room to make out the bushy white tail that was now wagging slowly behind Gregory. His grunts became halting and abrupt, and I now looked back up at his face as the grotesque yet natural motion of it becoming a lupine muzzle took place. Everything shifted at once - his nose turning black and coarse, ears developing a triangular point and migrating further up his head, incisors steadily becoming longer and sharper to become predatory fangs, the entire jawbone extending outward, assuming the shape of a wolf's jaw. Deep within me, I felt the last and most intimate element of his transformation, as the base of his cock began to swell, stretching my opening even more as it nudged in and out of me, then finally held its position just inside my rectum, locking us in place.

His thrusts were now rapid and dramatic, building to the point of inevitability. And in one sharp motion, it all burst. Gregory turned his head towards the ceiling, howling in ecstacy and relief, as his manhood twitched and sprayed, firing all of his scalding hot seed into me. Again and again, his member spurted, sending load after load of the thick fluid into my body.

My own sensations were sent into a frenzy in that moment, as I felt myself getting full on Gregory's essence. My skin crawled, my head pounded in waves of total ecstacy, and my own hardness, still untouched since Gregory's initial ministrations, jumped and fidgeted in need.

I knew exactly what was happening.

If the feelings going through me that moment were anything like what Gregory felt when he changed, then I don't know how he could control himself so well when it happened. It was like being bathed in pure, unbridled joy. As brown fur raced across my body, all the sensations of pleasure that I felt already were now being amplified tenfold, as every nerve ending tingled with glee and all the synapses in my brain fired at the exact same instant. My fingers grew dense claws much like those on Gregory's hands, and a tugging sensation at the base of my spine signaled the growth of my own tail.

Then, I felt my field of vision distort slightly, gaining more peripheral sight, as my face contorted into a muzzle. My cock became a deep, slick red, the tip losing its helmet-like appearance and developing a pointed end, gaining a few inches in the process. And oh, the feeling of the base of my penis as it swelled up immensely, like a grapefruit, putting additional pressure on the glands below it.

I was now a wolf, like Gregory, and there was no possible way I could have loved him any more than I did just then.

Without warning, my cock fired, sending out a rope of cum so long and thick it hit me right in the face. I nearly choked in pleasure, and jerked helplessly on the bed as another stream shot out, then another, and another. I even managed to get one of the loads into my mouth, and savored the tinny, bitter taste of my semen. The cum finally died down after about eight spurts, but the orgasm and the haze that followed lasted several minutes.

When the base of Gregory's member had finally deflated, he pulled out, slowly, not wanting to let any of his essence seep out. Dropping my legs back down onto the floor, he looked back into my eyes.

"How do you feel?", he asked in a voice far deeper than I'd remembered it.

I blinked for a couple times, and smiled. "I feel... I feel... Loved."