"*At last*" you think to yourself, "*Work is done, it's Friday and I've got no plans beyond maybe playing some Xbox and sleeping in.*"

You open the door to your shared apartment and call out "Sam, I'm home!" so your roommate doesn't think you're an intruder. "*Having a werewolf roommate took some serious getting used to,*" you muse to yourself "*But, I'd say it has been pretty freaking cool overall.*" Sure, you have to vacuum more often, and there's certain times of the month when you have to call before you bring any friends over, but those are far outweighed by the fact you haven't lost anything in the apartment since you found out his secret (werewolf super smell can find ANYTHING), and, truth be told, you think your roomie is pretty hot (which makes his habit of walking around shirtless all the more enjoyable), as are his 13 other friends, who, given their nickname of "The Pack" you're pretty sure are werewolves, too.

Your musings are interrupted when, instead of shouting out a greeting (as is his usual reply to your call), Sam steps into the main room.

He's furry. Not his usual, seemingly permanent, "could use a haircut and a beard trim" furry, either. He's *FURRY*.

"Hey, man." He says when he sees you, his usual rich baritone now a basso rumble "You might need to stay somewhere else tonight, if you gotta go to a hotel, let me know and I'll pay you back, k?" Seeing the yet unspoken question in your eyes he shakes his head, "Nah, it's not the full moon for another week, this is," he coughs nervously "Erm, something different..."

"You're not sick are you?" you ask, trying to figure out what disease could cause a werewolf to Shift against their will.

"No, no, it's nothing like that." he quickly replies, and you would swear that you can see a faint tinge of red creeping up the fur on his face.

"Well, what's wrong then? It's gotta be something if it's making you nervous enough to want me out of the apartment. Also, I didn't know werewolves could blush." you say with a grin, attempting to cheer your normally relaxed friend up.

"Uh, it's kinda hard to explain, but, um, you know I share a lot of physical traits with wolves, right?" Seeing your nod he continues "Well, there's really no way to put this delicately, okay there probably is, but I'm not exactly in the right state to think of it, hmmmm, Dave might be able to, maybe I should call him..."

You interrupt his ramblings laughing, "Sam, just tell me, I mean, c'mon I didn't freak out too badly when I found out you were a werewolf, how much weirder can *this* be?"

He just stares at you for several minutes, occasionally running his hands, no, you correct yourself as you catch a better look at them, *PAWS* through his fur and hair.

Eventually he sighs, nods his head and looks down at your feet before speaking, the words getting faster and more rushed as he goes on "I'm in Rut and I wanted you out of here in case it got the better of me and I tried to mate with you."

He flinches when he finishes speaking, as if he expects a negative reaction.

When he doesn't get one, he looks up from your feet, his tail moving hesitantly, before finally saying "I didn't tell you when you found out I'm a Were, because I thought one major revelation was enough for then, but I'm also Gay. Wait, why are you laughing?"

You can't believe it, this whole time you've been hiding that same secret from him, thinking someone that built couldn't be anything BUT straight and here you are finding out that the two of you have more in common than you thought!

"It's okay, Sam" you say as the relieved laugh fades away "I'm gay, too."

His jaw drops open, revealing an impressive set of teeth. "You ARE?!?"

"Yeah." you sheepishly reply, and now it's your turn to look down at Sam's feet, well, okay, paws.

"In fact..." you say, looking back up at him, an idea forming in your mind "I think I can help you with your little, correction BIG *problem*." you say with a pointed look at the zipper of his pants, and the growing outline that's visible.

His fur turns almost pure crimson as he follows your line of sight "Nuh, no, you really don't have to, there's stuff I can do to relieve this, um, swelling!"

"Stuff you can do, eh?" you say with a grin, "And one of them is right here in front of you. C'mon big daddy, let's help you get that swelling down. Your room or mine?" you ask as you take his paw.

"Uh, mine, the bed is bigger and can take my weight. Are you sure about this?" he asks as he follows you, not pulling out of your grasp.

You push the door open and grin back at him, putting a little sway to the movement of your butt, as you reply with a coy smile over your shoulder "I'm sure we could both use this, and I'm sure we're both going to enjoy it, unless you're willing to turn *this* down?" you ask as you pull your pants and underwear down and step out of them.

His only reply is a low growl and to rip off his own pants and underwear, revealing a magnificent erection, that's growing even more impressive as you look at it. A drop of white pre-cum rolls off the tip to the floor as you lick your lips in anticipation. "Don't waste it, I wanna taste!" you tease as you drop to your knees in front of him, licking the tip. "Mmmmm I need more of this thick cream, can you help me?" you ask looking up into his eyes as you take the head into your mouth and beginning to bob further and further down his length. His only reply is a deep growl of appreciation you can feel through the member in your mouth.

"I'm close" he growls, his voice now more felt than heard, his paws, each as big as your head, enveloping your head and controlling your bobbing to bring him to his erupting finale, a flood of warm, salty, slightly musky tasting fluid floods your mouth, some of it spilling out the side of your mouth despite you swallowing as much of it as quickly as you can.

"You've popped, but that isn't the stop, right?" you ask hopefully, running a finger along the sides of your face to catch the drops that spilled out despite your efforts. "Oh, we've just began." he says with a voice made husky with barely restrained lust, he picks you up, puts you on the bed, and turns you over so your ass sticks up in the air, before lowering his muzzle to gently nip at first your left, than your right cheek, eliciting a squeak of surprise from you.

That squeak turns into a low, lusty moan as his tongue runs across your anus, slowly probing, going deeper and deeper into your puckered little hole, filling you with a wriggling, muscled, slimy presence that touches everything inside you in just the right way, igniting a fire inside you, and causing your erection to throb even harder. Just as you reach the tipping point, it pulls out, leaving you with a feeling of loss and emptiness. "*Even the Bad Dragon toys didn't feel this good!*" you think in joyous lust.

That feeling is quickly banished as the tip of his throbbing erection slips inside the entrance of your anus, filling you up like your entire purpose in life was to take this werewolf dick inside your ass. "More, give me more!" you gasp, wanting nothing more than his entire length as deep in you as it can be.

A chuckle rumbles through his chest, and up your body, starting at the one place you're connected and giving you the most enjoyable tingle you and your anus have ever felt. "I'd better start slow, your ass is so tight, I'm about ready to pop."

He begins to thrust, slowly at first, stretching and filling you in the most delicious way you've ever experienced, his thrusts slowly pick up pace, each one followed up with a grunt of pure pleasure, and a low hungry growl of mingled lust, ecstasy, and possessiveness.

You fell your own eruption building as a swelling begins to make itself known at the entrance to your anus and you pant out your desire, wanting nothing more than this beast to mark you as *HIS*. "Knot me, thrust the whole thing into me and knot my ass!" you cry out.

A growl that shakes both you and the bed you're both rutting on rumbles through and around you as a golf ball sized lump is slammed into your already deliciously filled anus.

Hot, thick semen pours into you, bringing a joyously full feeling of warmth, just as your own ejaculation finally bursts forth coating the sheets in front of you with a physical representation of the sheer overflow of lust and joy you feel.

"We're not going to be moving for a while..." Sam says, his voice more like the voice you're used to "Knots don't deflate quickly, so sorry about."

His apology is cut off as you cuddle back, getting closer to his chest and snuggling in as tightly as you can "I'm not going to complain, especially if it means we can cuddle like this. Besides, this plug in my ass feels too good to remove immediately."

A lick across the back of your neck is his only reply.

Before you drift off to a blissful sleep, a thought strikes you "Hey, Sam?" taking his mumble as an indication to go on, you ask him the thought you just had "Are the other 13 members of The Pack werewolves too?"

"Yeah, why?" he responds sleepily.