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(Just a quick note, I shouldn't even have to say this but don't read this story if you're under eighteen or whatever the legal limit is where you live but I'd bet my tail that there are plenty of people here who are illegally on this site and if you are one of those people then just don't get caught. Lock the door or do it when you're alone or something. Trust me, getting caught feels like hell.

Anyways, now that that's over with, please enjoy the story!)

"Whatcha drawing Scott?" My quick approach into the lunch room must have startled my adopted brother as he jumped nearly a foot off of the bench of the table.

"Woah! Chris, please be careful, I don't want to mess up on this!"

"Hehe, sorry brother." I said, brushing a lock of black hair away from my eye. "So you gonna answer my question or what?"

"Just another anthro wolf." He replied. Scott was an openly-declared furry and often was tormented from it. I had to come in and save his ass from a beating on more than one occasion.

"Another?" I responded with a laugh. "Dude, you do know that those things don't exist, right? That us humans are the only sentient beings on the planet?" I was obviously joking because Scott obviously knew this, but he responded anyways.

"For now, maybe. Maybe a few years of evolution or some government science project will bring them around."

"But for now..."

"For now, they don't exist"

"Good answer." I was a five-foot ten black-haired human teenager. At sixteen years of age, I was the same age as my best friend and adopted brother Scott. My family had adopted Scott two years ago after his parents were killed in a car wreck. We couldn't bear to watch my best friend thrown into some orphanage and never see him again, so I convinced my parents to adopt him instead. It was pretty easy; my parents loved Scott like a son. Well, now he was their son. He was an inch shorter than me and had hazelnut-brown hair.

"I can't get the damn head to look right! The muzzle always looks flat and the ears are always positioned wrong." Scott complained. I looked at the head of the wolf. The muzzle was perfectly rounded and the ears couldn't be more lined up. "Why can't I ever do this, it's so unfair."

"Dude, you've gotta chill out. It looks great! You're just imagining those things."

Scott grumbled to himself. "Calvin makes it look so simple. That dude can draw an anthro anything, in any position you want. Why can't I?"

The bell rang, signaling the end of lunch. "I don't know man, but we'd better get to math before Mr. Oran hands out the tests."

"Oh right, we have a test today! Yes!" Scott excitedly punched the air.

"Why are you so excited about an algebra test? Algebra sucks ass!"

"I know, but algebra homework sucks even bigger ass, and test today means no homework tonight! Booyah!"

I couldn't help but smile at him. "You know, you honestly are a really cool guy."

He held up his clenched hand for a fist-bump. "And don't you ever forget it!"

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Alright, now that we've gotten the introductions of me and my brother over with, I'm going to skip school and go directly to a part that you readers will actually want to hear about!

Scott shut his locker door and pulled his back-pack over his right shoulder. He turned around to leave and was met face to chest with the biggest bully in school; Brett Commons flanked on each side by two of his equally brutish friends. "Where you off to in such a hurry, Wolfy?" He asked Scott in a puppy-dog voice.

"Home, actually."

"Ohhh, can I come along?" he sarcastically asked. "We could do homework, watch movies..." with each thing he mentioned he approached Scott another step, along with his four friends, closing a circle around him. "Play videogames, have a snack here and there..." the wall of muscle closed around Scott to the point where he had his back against the lockers. "And maybe pummel you into the ground while we're at it!" He pulled his entire right arm back slowly, balling his hand into a fist. "Gay wolf." He spewed at my friend.

The entire time, I had been sneaking up behind Brett. Just as the brute was going to introduce Scott's face to his knuckles, I grabbed Brett's arm and spun him around to face him. I punched the bully square in the stomach, knocking him to the ground. His friends, seeing how easily I dispatched their leader, ran. I reached down and hoisted Brett up to his feet and looked him dead in the eye. "Get the fuck away from my brother, you worthless piece of shit." Brett did as he was told. "You okay?" I asked Scott, who nodded.

"Yeah, he hadn't touched me yet." He looked down at his sneakers. "Thanks for saving me, again." He said humbly. I guess I forgot to mention that Scott was also openly gay, all the more reason for people to beat him up. Whenever someone asked me, I would tell them that I was straight, but truth be told I never really gave it any thought.

"Don't mention it. Now let's go home." We walked the ten minutes that was required to reach our house. When we arrived at the house we threw our bags down at the foot of the stairs. We didn't have any homework tonight so we went straight to videogames. (The only homework we ever got was from math and chemistry, but our chem. teacher had heard that we didn't have math homework and decided to give us the night off. She was really cool. I wish you guys could have had her too.)

The night proceeded relatively normally with the exception of no homework. Our parents returned home at six o'clock and we ate dinner half an hour later, then continued typical teenage guy stuff until ten thirty when we went to bed. Call us crazy for going to bed at such a time, but we liked to be well rested for school. We said goodnights to everyone, went to our individual rooms, stripped down to our boxers, and went to bed.

The Next Morning...

My alarm clock went into its horrid buzzing spree at six o'clock that morning just as it did every morning. I lazily reached a hand over and hit the button, glad that I didn't accidentally smash the God-damned thing into the nightstand. I slid my hand away from the clock and rolled from my side to my back. I placed my thumb and index finger on my temple with the attempt of giving it a short massage, but I stopped when I felt something rough touch my temple on the exact same place that I was about to touch.

I retracted my hand and the rough objects retracted as well. I opened my eyes and looked at my hand. Yep, that was freaky. My hand, somehow, was covered in dark gray fur with the exception of black pads covering my palm and fingertips and the short black claws. I couldn't help but gasp. Then, I noticed something else odd in my vision. An unidentifiable object was stuck to my face where my mouth and nose was, and it was the same color as the fur of my hand with the exception of another black pad on its tip. It was when I noticed that the pad was moving in time with my breathing that I realized what the protrusion was, but I couldn't believe it until I saw it.

I threw aside my sheets, catching a glimpse of the equally gray arm that was throwing them. I jumped out of bed, sparing a glance at my furry legs and my clawed and padded feet, which were now paws. I ran to my closet with remarkable speed and flung open the door, gasping when I saw myself in my full-length mirror. I was a wolf, only human at the same time, like something out of Scott's sketchbook. I had grown six inches overnight, going from five-ten to six-four in a matter of hours. My fur was a dark gray color all over with the exception of the light gray but not quite white fur that seemed to cover the underside of my muzzle, my neck, my now noticeably larger pectoral and abdominal muscles, and my groin area.

In fact, all of my muscles were noticeably larger. I flexed my bicep in front of the mirror and noticed that it bulged significantly more than before. After flexing the rest of my chest muscles, I guessed that I had gained at least twenty percent more muscle mass. I tested out my newly acquired features in order. I pricked my ears, rotated them, and flattened them back against my skull. I twitched my new nose, slacked and closed my jaw, finally ending by swishing and flicking my tail this way and that. I ran a padded hand through my short chest fur. It was the softest coat I've ever felt, and surprisingly, I didn't feel hot.

"I've got to tell Scott" was all I could think of. I padded over to the door of my room, glad that I still fit in my boxers, opened the door, and slipped quickly into Scott's room. My human brother was still sleeping (I got up first because I showered first), so I had to wake him. "Scott," I said, glad my voice

was still the same, "Scott get up quick! I've got to show you something!"

"Chris? I-Is that you? What are you doing in here..." my brother stopped his sentence half way because he had opened his eyes. He looked at me with shock, awe, and worst of all, fear.

"Scott, don't look at me like that, please. It's me, your brother!"

"C-Chris? How... what... What happened to you? That isn't some costume, is it? That'd be low, dude."

I opened my jaw wide, revealing my maw to him. It was obviously real. "Holy shit!" he exclaimed. "What the hell happened?"

"I don't know, okay? Last night I was fine and this morning I woke up and," I held my arms away from my body with the palms facing up, "fur!"

"You mean..." he said, oddly sounding like he was holding back tears, "you just... woke up like that? You didn't get bitten by anything or drink any radioactive shit or something?"

"Not that I know of!"

"Dude... you're jacked!" he said indicating my muscles. "Even through the fur it's obvious, I mean, did that happen overnight as well?" It was a stupid question because the answer was obvious, but I responded anyway.

"Yeah!" I said, getting more excited by the minute despite my circumstances. "I just woke up and boom! I didn't drink anything, I didn't take anything, and I didn't get bit by anything. It just... happened!"

My brother's jaw dropped. "How the hell are you going to break this to Mom and Dad?"

"Actually, I was kind of hoping that you'd tell them. I don't want them taking a look at me and freaking out."

"Sure, sure man. I'd be happy to help." I noticed that his voice still sounded odd. He's probably just freaked out, I thought. I know I am! Anyways, Scott jumped out of bed wearing only his boxers and I crept back into my room to get dressed as well. I sifted through my dresser trying to find something that fit my new body. The only things I could find were a white tank-top and some jeans that normally were too big for me. The tank-top was tight and revealed my muscles to anyone who happened to look, but I think I'd be getting some pretty odd looks today anyway. The jeans were too long, but that was good because it accommodated for the extra joint that I now had in my leg.

A few moments after I picked out my clothes Scott knocked on the door. "It's me." He said.

"Come in."

Scott entered and shut the door behind him. I already had my jeans on and the tank-top was lying on the bed. "Mom and Dad are in the kitchen." He said. "I didn't tell them anything yet, so throw on your shirt because we have to break the news." There it was again, that same tone. I don't know, it didn't sound like a weirded-out kind of voice, I couldn't recognize it. I didn't have time to think about it, there were more pressing issues to attend to.

We both emerged from my room and walked down the hall. Scott patted me on the shoulder as if to say "It's gonna be okay" and then made the turn in the hallway to go too the kitchen. I stayed behind so that Scott could get my parents prepared, then I'd show them.

"Scott," I heard my mother say to my adopted brother, "where's your brother?"

"Yeah," my father said, "you two are going to be late to school."

Scott gulped, still standing in the bend of the hallway so I could see him. "Dad, Chris and I can't go to school today."

"Oh yes you can," my father replied, "and you will. Now go find Chris so you two can get your butts to school."

Scott gulped a second time. "Mom, Dad, Chris has to show you something, it's very important, but before you see I need you to understand that however ugly what you see might be, Chris is still your real flesh-and-blood son, the one you're actually related to, and he loves and would never hurt you."

My parents started to get worried, and it showed on their faces. "Scott," my father said, "what's going on...?"

"Please Dad; just have a seat next to Mom on the couch." My father did as he was told. Scott turned to me. He looked into my lupine eyes and I looked into his human ones, and after a moment of silence Scott withdrew to the corner of the hallway. He averted his eyes to his feet and interlocked his hands in front of him, not being able to bear the look of my parents' faces when they saw. I gulped, sucked up a deep breath of air, and turned the corner.

My parents gasped and their eyes widened. I didn't avert my eyes. I wanted to, I hated the horrified looks they were giving me, but I couldn't. I had to be strong. After a thirty second silence, Dad was first to speak. "C-Chris? Is th-that you?"

I nodded my lupine head. "Yeah Dad, it's me." I said, choking back tears. My father slowly stood from his chair and walked up to me. The whole endeavor lasted about fifteen seconds, but seemed to last an eternity. When my father was finally within arms reach of me, I knew he was going to hit me. He would lash out, strike my face and stomach, he would kill me out of fear, anger, rejection, and hatred. My fears would be confirmed. What really happened almost made me melt. My father lifted his arms and wrapped them around my shoulders in a tight bear-hug.

I lost it. I pulled my furry arms tight around my father's broad shoulders and held him close, crying into his shoulder. I was almost an inch taller than him now. "What happened, son?" my father asked me almost apologetically.

"I don't know Dad. I woke up this morning and I was like this."

At this point my mother stood from the couch and also wrapped her arms around me. I took one arm off my dad and draped it over her shoulder. "You're so soft..." was all she said. I smiled and said thank you. We remained in the hug for almost a minute. I completely forgot about Scott, who had been standing in the corner facing us, still staring at the floor but with his hands in his pockets. A frown had grown across his face and a single tear had slid from his eye.

I released my parents and my mother laughed at something. I looked behind me to see that my tail was wagging. Both my father and I laughed now too; I was beginning to like this change. I was soft, excited, young, and totally ripped. Yep, this might just be kind of fun! I couldn't wait to see the look on Brett Commons' face when he took a look at me now. And he thought I was threatening before...

"Well there's no way you're going to school like this." My father said.

"I'll go call the school and tell them that Chris will be absent today." My mother responded.

"Ahem." Scott cleared his throat to get her attention. I turned to see that he was still in the corner, but this time leaning against the wall on one foot with the other against the wall and his arms crossed across his thin chest. "If you think that I'm leaving my brother's side for one minute of this then you've got another think coming." He said. I couldn't help but grin and wag my tail at my brother's show of affection.

My mother smiled too. "Alright, I'll tell them that neither of you will be there."

"So what are we going to do about this?" I asked.

"Well," my father said, "the first thing we're going to do is go down to the hospital and make sure you're okay. Then... well, we'll figure the next part out."

"Hello," my mother said into our phone, "this is Clair Ellis speaking. I wanted to inform you that neither of my sons will be attending school today... Chris Ellis and Scott Newman... sir, if I told you why you wouldn't believe me... no... alright fine, you want the truth? Here it is. My son Chris woke up today with fur and claws and we're taking him to the hospital... I told you you wouldn't believe me... then meet us in the lobby of Johnson Memorial Hospital in fifteen minutes and see for yourself... alright, see you then." My mother hung up the phone and addressed me, "Your principal will meet us in the lobby in fifteen minutes."

"Alright." I replied.

"Let's roll." Scott said his signature ‘let's-go' line and headed for the door, followed by my parents and me.

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In order to prevent people from seeing me and freaking out, my parents sat in the front seats with my father driving and Scott sat in the left-rear seat. I lied down across the back seats with my head in Scott's lap. It was probably just my imagination, but I swear I felt him get hard beneath me. Again, it was probably just my imagination.

We arrived at the hospital and after some explaining a few nurses took me in. People in the lobby gasped and took out cell phones, cameras, and camcorders. My mother waited for my principle in the lobby while I was escorted to my doctor along with Scott and Dad. I kept my eyes focused straight ahead (a difficult task due to the many people staring at me with pieces of recording technology) and soon I walked into my doctor's office. "Holy son of God..." was the doctor's only response at seeing me.

"It's good to see you too, Doc." I replied sarcastically. Doctor Paterson was our family doctor and he had known me since birth, literally.

"Chris, wow... I mean, they told me over the phone but I couldn't believe it!"

"Neither can I, Doc."

"Well I'll be damned... ahem, yes, well then, shall we begin with some x-rays?"

"You're the guy with the white coat. Where do you need me?"

"This way please." The doctor led the three of us to an x-ray room, leaving a nurse behind to redirect my mother and principle to the room.

Scott spoke up, "Everything okay bro?"

My nose had been twitching ever since we walked into the hospital. "It's this place. It smells awful, like buckets of alcohol and iodine were dumped all over the place to clean it down. I hate it."

"Heightened sense of smell. It's a wolf trait."

"You know that?"

"I draw them; one would think I know shit about them too."

When we finally arrived at the x-ray room the doctor instructed Scott and my father to stand inside the shielded booth and me to undress completely. I did so, and was soon standing stark naked in front of the camera. It was then that I noticed what Scott would call my 'sheath'. I had never seen one before, and was immediatly curious. I didn't examine it though, because based on the fact that it was in the same place as my cock had once been, I figured that taking a closer look would have to wait until later.

Doctor Paterson took the pictures and I redressed. Finally we returned to the examination room where the doctor tested various things about me while we waited for the pictures to develop. He instructed me to remove all my clothing except my boxers. Scott and my father offered to leave but I told them that they could stay. Scott seemed fascinated with my bare body, probably because he was so into anthros, he was probably using me as a reference for muscle positioning or something.

"Your reflexes are amazing." The doctor said frankly. "You have twenty-twenty vision, an already-established heightened sense of smell, and ears that could pinpoint a fly from across a crowded room. The amount of muscle you've put on overnight is amazing, too. You've got enough strength in your arms and legs to best an Olympic sprinter, and you could probably bench a couple hundred pounds too. If you had obtained these results through manual efforts, I'd tell you to keep it the hell up!"

After a few minutes Mom entered the room followed by my Principal, Mr. Hartman. Like everyone else to have laid eyes on me, Mr. Hartman gasped. I leapt up from the examination table and held out a paw for my principal to shake. "Hey Principal Hartman, how's it going?"

"And you thought I was trying to sneak him out of school." My mother said to him. He was no doubt extremely flabbergasted, but came to after a moment and weakly shook my paw.

"H-Hello Chris. Nice to s-see you again..."

"Good to see you too sir."

At that moment a nurse entered the room holding a manila folder. She handed it to Paterson, who opened it. "Ahh," he said intrigued, "the x-rays are in." The doctor put the photos up against a light-box suspended from the wall and illuminated them. "Fascinating..." he said, "It appears that your bone structure has adapted to be a more agile hunter. Overnight, your entire leg assembly changed to match the rear legs of a quadruped, along with most of your skull and neck. And, obviously, you grew a tail. Most fascinating indeed, I'd like to take some blood if it would be okay."

The doctor did as he had asked and had the vile of blood analyzed. "Absolutely stunning..." the doctor went on, "your DNA has been mutated to a level I've never seen before. It's like overnight your genetic code completely shifted to include that of a wolf. Half wolf, half human as a result. There's something else. Your DNA seems to act almost like a parasite. From what we can see, it appears that your DNA can transform other DNA into creatures like yourself."

"What," the principal said, "you mean it's contagious? Like someone could accidentally ingest a bit of his fur and become a wolf like him?"

"No, live DNA in large amounts would be required. Shedded fur is dead and wouldn't be able to change an organism, and even if the fur was live, one would have to consume large amounts of it in order for it to be effective. Honestly, I don't see how it would do it at all. It's simply an observation, not a concern at all. From what I can see, I'm afraid the effects are irreversible, but rest assured we'll try to find a cure. I'll also alert the police who will then post a media announcement informing people not to fear or attack

you; that ought to make your life a little more painless."

My parents and I took turns thanking the doctor and we all left the room. "I don't see why you should be kept from school." My principal informed me as we walked toward the parking lot. "Your mind seems perfectly normal, and as long as you're comfortable I see no reason to withhold an education from you.

I smiled and wagged my tail. "Great, I'll see you tomorrow."

The principal returned the smile. "I'll prepare both staff meetings and a quick assembly this afternoon to inform teachers and other students of the dilemma. In the mean time I suggest you go buy some new clothes as it doesn't sound like you'll be going back to human anytime soon. I'm sorry."

"Don't be, it's actually kind of cool!" after I said that I heard Scott emit a strange sound from his throat. "Scott, you okay bro?"

"Yeah," he said, sounding like he was going to cry, again, "I'll be good. I just had something stuck in my throat."

The rest of the day was spent shopping for new clothes for me, followed by simply relaxing at home. "How do you feel?" Scott asked me.

"No different." Was my reply. "Despite this coat I don't feel warm, and I can hardly control the tail and ears, it's like they have minds of their own."

"Damn it." I heard my mother say from the kitchen.

"What's wrong Mom?" Scott inquired.

"I forgot to call Judy to say that your father and I won't be able to attend a meeting tonight."

"Why not?" I asked.

"What do you mean ‘why not'? I'm worried something will happen while I'm gone."

"You heard the Doc., Mom. He said I'm perfectly healthy."

"You defiantly are not ‘perfectly healthy'." She said. I winced at her words and pressed my ears against my skull, looking down at the floor. "I'm sorry honey; I didn't mean it like that. What I meant is that we don't know what's going on with you and what if something was to happen while I was gone?"

"Scott is here, Mom. He would know what to do. Besides, the doctor said that I'm healthy. I'll be fine, go to your meeting."

"Well," she said, pondering it, "alright, but if there's any problem you call at once! I'll leave some money on the counter for food. Order whatever you want as long as you clean up the mess. Oh, and please get to bed at a reasonable time too. It's a school night." She kissed both me and Scott goodbye. "I'll call your father and tell him what's going on. Don't forget to catch the bus in the morning, Chris you could probably run and make it on time but Scott couldn't and I want you two to stick together. I'll see you tomorrow. Love you both."

With that she left the house. I plopped down on the couch with Scott lowering himself into a chair facing ninety degrees away from the couch so he could see me. "Yep," I said, folding my arms behind my head and reclining against the backrest of the couch, "this is probably the best thing to ever happen

to me."

At that point Scott did something I never would have expected; he burst into tears. "Scott, Scott what's wrong?" I asked, seriously concerned for my brother.

He turned to face me through his watering eyes, and seeing that it wasn't any use hiding from me anymore, he cried out, "It's not fair!"

"What's not fair? Come on you can talk to me!"

"It's not fair that this happened to you! I've been a furry since I was nine! I've taken shit for seven years from bullies for hoping that exactly what happened to you would happen to me. I went through all the pain, the suffering, the torture, and you get to roll in the reward! It's not fair! I should be the changed one, I should be the wolf! Not you!"

He leapt up from his chair and spun to face away from me. "It's not fair!" He shouted again, tears running freely down his cheeks, "It's just not fair." He said the last bit softer but still obviously in torment.

I cursed myself for being so oblivious to Scott's pain. The odd tones of his voice, they weren't weirded-out tones; they were jealous tones. "Scott I didn't even think... I mean I... I... I'm sorry. Scott, I'm so sorry." I stood and approached him from behind. When I was close enough to him, he spun around and wrapped his arms under mine in a tight hug. I returned the hug, pulling my brother close with my exposed furry arms. We were silent for a moment.

"Mom's right, you are soft."

I smiled. "Thanks." Scott pulled away from me. "How do you feel?" I asked him.

"Better for letting it all out," I smiled when he told me this, "but like shit for dumping it all onto your shoulders. I didn't mean to explode like that; I didn't mean to make you feel guilty. It's not your fault."

"It's alright, you just needed to vent. That's what I'm here for."

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We spent the rest of the afternoon watching television, talking, and playing videogames just like it was a normal weekend day, not even caring about the next day of school that we faced. After a while we ordered some pizza for dinner, adding extra sausage at my request (wouldn't you guess that my craving for meat rose?).

After another three hours it was ten thirty we decided that we should be good little students and go to bed. I was about to head into my room when Scott stopped me with a question. "Hey, Chris, can I ask a favor? It's kind of weird but I'm hoping you won't mind it a whole lot."

"Sure, what can I do for you?"

"I was wondering, well, I love the feeling of your fur and all, and I can't help but wonder, well, what I mean to say is..." Scott finally let out a sigh. "Would it be okay if we slept together?" I admit I was a little surprised at the question and Scott could tell. "Just for tonight, I mean, no pressure, feel free to say no, I was just wondering..."

I clamped a padded hand over Scott's mouth. "Sure, anything to make you feel better, brother." I removed my hand from his mouth.

Scott smiled. "Thanks man, I owe you one."

I returned the smile. "No you don't."

I pulled the tank-top off over my head and discarded it onto the ground. "Damn," I heard Scott say behind me, "they're even hotter than I imagined."

"Thanks." I said playfully.

Scott looked appalled. "Did I say that out loud?"

I smiled. "Yeah, but I don't mind, I take it as a compliment." Scott shrugged and pulled off his shirt and we both pulled off our pants and climbed into my bed wearing only our boxers. I ran a hand through my chest fur again; no wonder Scott wanted to sleep on me, I really was soft!

Scott scooted up as close to me as he could get, nuzzling his human face into my furry pectoral. He wrapped an arm around my waist. "Mmm... so soft." He said. We lied there for a moment or two before he spoke up again, "Chris, I'm sorry but I have to ask another favor, and this one's even weirder than the last."

"Ask away."

"Well, I can't help but wonder, I mean, I've read about them online and I've learned how to draw one but I've never seen one in real life, nor did I ever think I would, and I've wanted to do this ever since I became a furry and now that I have an opportunity I don't want to waste it so I wanted to know if..."

"Scott,"

"Yes?"

"Spill it, bro!"

He sighed again. "Alright, can I give you a blow job?"

Now, this request really caught me off guard. My jaw dropped and I stared into his human eyes. "I'm sorry." He said, quickly averting his eyes. I couldn't believe it; did he really ask me if he could blow me? More importantly, was I actually considering it? I had always told people I was straight, but was I really? I had never really thought about it. I did get hard sometimes when I saw Scott in his boxers, and it wasn't really incest because we weren't really brothers, just adopted ones, maybe I was gay. "I'm sorry," he repeated, "I'm gonna go back to my room, I don't want to be a burden..."

He sat up to leave but I caught his wrist, locking him in place. I couldn't believe that I was about to

answer, "Yes."

Now it was Scott's turn to drop his jaw. "Really? You mean it?" his face lit up like a Christmas tree. I simply nodded my head yes and told him that I never really knew if I was gay or not and that it was about time I made up my mind and maybe this would help me choose.

"Alright." He said, climbing out from under the sheets and pulling them down to my knees. He reached up and ran his hands along my furry sides, rubbing his human flesh against my lupine fur. I couldn't help but let out a soft mur. "Just relax," He said to me, feeling how tense I was, "I'll take care of you." I did as I was told and relaxed my body. Scott reached up to my waist and gripped the strap of my boxers. "You ready?" I nodded yes.

My adopted brother pulled down on the strap and relieved me of the white undergarments. "Woah," he said, "your sheath is beautiful."

"My what?"

He looked up at me and remembered that I didn't know furry terminology. "Your sheath. It's this furry piece of skin here that covers your dick. When you get hard, it slides out. I've read of some cases where the lupine penis has been much larger than the human one, I hope that's the case..."

It was then that I realized that Scott was refering to what I had 'discovered' in the x-ray room at the hospital. "Well I guess you'll have to please me and get your reward to find out!" I couldn't believe I had just said that, was I talking sexy to my brother? Now that I think about it, I kind of enjoyed it!

"I guess so." My brother grinned and took my sheath in his hand, running his thumb along the underside.

"Ohh... Scott, that feels so good..." he kept rubbing with his thumb, applying more and more pressure until my red tip finally poked out of hiding. "Woah, I've never seen a wolf cock before. It's red, weird..."

"Oh, you'll see and feel a lot more in just a minute." Scot took his left hand which had up until now been massaging my furry thigh and cupped my lupine sac. I let out a long and lustful groan as he toyed with my baseball-sized sac, sending my balls weaving between his fingers.

"Holy shit, ohhh you're good at this..." I let out a pitiful whimper as he teased me. Scott laughed.

"Aww, the puppy wants more?"

I let my tongue hang out of the side of my mouth and panted, slowly nodding my head in agreement.

Scott grinned even wider than before and rubbed my partially exposed member. The thing wasn't even halfway out and was already five inches long! Scott rubbed the tip of his human nose along the bottom of my lupine shaft, taking in my scent. He lowered his head and took my entire sac into his mouth, sloshing my jewels around in his warm cavity.

"Mmm... oh hell yeah..." I moaned. The whole time this had been going on Scott had been simultaneously jacking off my sheath, trying to coax my member out of hiding. "Holy shit I'm big!" I exclaimed happily, admiring my own size once my member had fully emerged. Overnight I had gone from being seven inches long and an inch wide to eleven and a half inches long and two inches wide. This wolf thing was getting better and better. I couldn't wait to see the load that those monstrous balls would dump on me.

Scott gently licked and teased the tip of my member with his tongue, gliding elegantly over the first inch of my erect penis. I moaned, a wordless beg for Scott to let me in. He finally acknowledged, taking a good portion of my erection into his mouth. I gasped as he ran his tongue over the last four inches of my wolfhood. "What's going on?" I asked.

Scott pulled off. "What?" I pointed at the large bulge growing at the base of my red member. Scott smiled. "That's your knot. It means you're forming a load. If it's forming now, then I'd better get back to work before your God-sent dick gets tired of waiting." He grinned widely and opened his mouth, taking the four inches of my length back into his warm cavity. His tongue glided perfectly over the surface, grazing over every nerve, leaving no sensitive point untouched. Short bursts of pre were ejected from my tip, each one coating the roof of Scott's mouth with the salty fluid.

Scott never let up. He licked and lapped at my lupine penis like a child would a lollipop. "Shit, ahh fuck yeah!" I moaned loudly and placed a padded hand on the back of Scott's head, coaxing him to bob along my member but never pushing farther than he could take. After all, my hard-on was ridiculously big compared to what it was twenty-four hours ago, larger than most adult humans, and I was only sixteen.

Scott bobbed on my shaft, lapping and sucking as hard as he could. I was in a state of ecstasy that I had never reached before by simply jacking off. My member twitched and throbbed within Scott's mouth. At long last my poor lupine balls couldn't take it. Scott released my sac and squeezed my

knot, leading me to climax.

I let my head fall back as if I was a puppet that had just been dropped and howled at the ceiling. My back arched and I held myself up with my forearms and hands. My massive wolfhood twitched inside my friend's mouth, and finally I let loose. Three thick jets of hot wolf seed shot like bullets into my friend's warm, moist cavity before he was full and had to pull off. I then launched another half dozen of the long, thick strings of seed across both Scott's face and my lupine chest and muzzle. It

was the most ecstatic moment of my life.

Scott swallowed and collapsed onto my drenched wolf chest, panting heavily just as I was. "That was a big load, Wolfy." I said.

"You were amazing. Did you catch it?"

"Heh, I caught enough to fill me." He ran his tongue along my chest, then moved up to my muzzle and licked my own seed off of my jowls. "I hope you liked it."

"Liked it? That was the best cum I've ever had! I fucking loved it!"

"Well, what do you think?"

"About what?"

"You think you're gay?"

I pondered it a moment. "Yes, yes I think I am."

Scott smiled at me and rested his head on my chest again. "Now it's my turn to ask an awkward favor, Scott." I said to him.

My friend lifted his head and gazed lazily into my eyes, sleep ready to take him at any minute. "Sure, what is it?"

"Would you be my secret boyfriend?" I was just as surprised at myself as Scott was. Was I moving too fast, reacting on the heat of the moment? Did I really want this? Was I really gay? I looked into Scott's eyes and noticed how they shone for the first time. The twinkle in his eyes sent me into a lustful state; I wanted to do more with him, explore new sides of myself that I never knew existed. It was then that I knew that I wanted this. I wanted my adopted brother to be my lover, and I know he wanted me as well.

It explains why he kept looking me over when ever I was half naked; he was attracted to me.

"Like, secretly going on dates and kissing and having sex when no one's around?" he asked. I nodded my head yes. "Damn, you mean it?" I once again nodded yes. Scott looked away from my eyes at the wall, considering what I just asked him. "Yes." He answered with a yawn. "Yes I will." And with that he fell asleep on my furry chest and I on my pillow and we slept soundly for the rest of the night.