Herbal Lupine by Narzil Blade

[Warning: this story contains scenes of sex between two adult males transforming into werewolves and finally into full wolves. Read at your own discretion.]

Herbal Lupine -------------

Kyle and Simon looked forward to long weekends. Both of them had been out of the closet for six years, and had met two years ago. They had hit if off instantly with each other, and Simon's cabin, in the woods of northern New York state, was the only place they could really feel comfortable together. They had tried the gay club night life downtown, and found it unrewarding. Sprawled naked on a rug together in front of a roaring fireplace, away from the hustle and bustle of the city - that was the way to do it.

Kyle slowed down as he swung the jeep into the parking lot of the last grocery store before the final driving stretch to the cabin. "Do we need anything?" he asked Simon.

Simon checked his list. "Not much...some bread, maybe some steaks, things to drink. Beer." He looked at the clock. "I'd hurry though, all the stores close early in these small towns, especially on holidays."

"Right. I'll be quick," Kyle grinned. The grocery store had everything he needed, except for a good herbal tea. He rummaged through the tea shelf as the saleswoman at the counter watched him impatiently. All of the boxes were commercial brands, except for one box at the back.

"Wildnight Passions" was the brand name stamped on a light green background, "Herbal lupine" - whatever new-age thing that was supposed to be. Turning the box over showed no list of ingredients and not even a UPC symbol, just a small paragraph saying "guaranteed to bring out the wild animal in you", repeated in several languages, and a label identifying the manufacturer as some company he'd never heard of in northern Michigan.

Kyle shrugged. If anything, it would at least appeal to Simon's quirky side. He hurried to the counter. The saleswoman frowned at the box. "We don't carry this."

"It was there on the shelf mixed in with the others," Kyle said.

The saleswoman examined it. "Nope, never heard of this stuff. Not very professional, they didn't spell 'lupin' right. It's a nice flower, but I can't imagine it making a good tea." She sniffed at the box. "Oh, whatever. Two dollars for it."

Kyle paid for the groceries and hurried back to the car. "Got everything, let's go."

Simon nodded as they headed off, looking anxiously at the sky. "Just in time. I think it might rain tonight." Dark clouds drifted heavily overhead, and the air was humid although a little cold for the start of a summer's evening.

The clouds didn't look any better by the time they reached the cabin. Simon started warming up the stew for dinner while Kyle started the fire in the huge fireplace of the living room. He brought in some extra wood in case it started to rain outside. Once the fire was going, he unpacked the rest of their belongings and checked for signs of mice. None this weekend. Maybe the traps were working.

Restless, Kyle wandered back into the kitchen. "How's the stew?"

"Almost ready. Why don't you get the tea going?" Simon replied. Simon was a devoted tea drinker, and had a drawer full of nothing but teabags at home. He'd managed to get Kyle into tea so that they always had some over dinner.

"Will do," Kyle said, putting a fresh kettle of water on the stove. It boiled just as the stew was done. Kyle got himself his oversized mug and plunked in one of the teabags. The water turned a rich, dark brown, with a slight green tint, and the steam from the cup was moist and earthy.

Simon sniffed. "That's a new one. What's the brand?"

"'Wildnight Passions'", Kyle said, making doe eyes at his lover and lecherous facial expressions.

"Oh stop that," Simon grinned, leching back. "What's in it?"

"Lupin."

"No, that's not lupin. I've tried lupin tea. Awful stuff. This stuff smells like... I don't know. The woods. But there's some kind of other smell hanging in the background, like they added something. It's like a...perfume, a musk. Are you sure it's herbal?"

"The box said it was herbal, but it didn't list the ingredients. Only lupin. Anyway, it tastes pretty good to me. There's something really...nice about it. You've got the better nose. Here, try some," Kyle said, offering Simon his huge mug.

"You know I have my tea after dinner," Simon remarked, taking the mug and sniffing, then lifting it to his lips. He paused. "...Mm." He looked distant, then drank more. "Mmm."

Kyle smirked and pulled his mug away from Simon, who didn't want to let go. "Hey, go get your own teacup, you moocher. What did you think?" Kyle resumed drinking.

"There's sort of a tingle, then it's just...warm. A nice warm. That's a really good tea. We'll have to pick up some more of that stuff. It's just a little on the bitter side, but barely. Still can't place it, though."

"I think it ended up at the store by accident, we'd have to order it. There's an address on the box."

Dinner went on as Simon talked about the events of the last week, and Kyle did so as well. But as they talked, Kyle thought that Simon looked uncomfortable. When they stood up to do the dishes, Simon winced. "What's wrong?"

"Feels like a stomach cramp. Maybe it was something I ate." He stopped, then winced again. "Ow. I'm going to take some aspirin and lie down."

"Are you sure you're going to be okay? Do you want me to do anything?"

"It's okay...sorry about this, what rotten timing. Hopefully it'll Ow...it'll go away." Simon limped off to the bathroom and shortly after Kyle heard the bedroom door close.

Worried, Kyle cleaned up the table and started washing the dishes. As he was finishing, Kyle felt his stomach start to cramp too. He swore, wondering if it was something in the stew or in the water. He picked up his mug, refilled it with hot water, and headed out on the porch, hoping the cool air would help, and sat down at the top of the cabin's wooden front steps.

The breeze _did_ make him feel better. The sun had set completely, and the clouds were too dark to see. He could hear thunder in the distance, and the wind was picking up speed. It would start to rain soon.

Kyle drank more of his tea. This time the tingle in his mouth was strong, like sudden carbonation leaving him momentarily numb and then awake. His stomach cramped sharply, then the cramp eased and turned into an incredibly warm sensation, like a caress, but inside of him. Wave after wave of caresses, drifting outwards through his torso and limbs. He closed his eyes, taking deep breaths, drinking his tea and letting the comfortable sensation wash across him.

He felt it now - the moon. The moon was full, behind the rainclouds. It wasn't the breeze that made him feel better, it was the moon, hidden behind the clouds, pulling, calling. He opened his eyes. It was bright out. No - it was dark. He could see in the night. The trees and grass were bright to him. He could see everything with amazing clarity.

He lifted his head and smelled the wind with his black...nose? His nose had pushed forward, its end black and wet like a dog. He lifted his hand to touch it and saw his hand was covered with a downy gray fur. Black pads covered his palm... paw, he corrected himself. Wolves had paws. And sharp, black claws like he had. He stroked his fuzzy cheek with his paw. Kyle, he thought, what smooth paws you have...

The air was filled with the scent of deer, earth and wet leaves. Kyle breathed in the night air, more deeply now, unable to see his lips turning black, as he became increasingly canine. The moon pulled at him. He raised his face to the clouds, as small drops of rain began to strike his face. The moon pulled at him. He closed his eyes and could feel his muzzle push out, long, his sensitive black nostrils twitching. He opened his powerful jaws, his new lupine teeth emerging as his long, wet tongue slid over his growing canines. His ears lengthened and curved into a conical shape, covered with fur, as was the rest of his face. He could feel the wind whip through the fur on his face. Kyle's skull quickly, silently finished its shifting into its new lupine shape.

This is incredible, Kyle thought to himself. It feels wonderful! He put his paws to his face and muzzle and felt his new form. He scratched behind his ears...ooooh! I'm turning into a werewolf...a wolf...no, I've always been a wolf inside...no, what am I thinking? I _am_ a wolf...wolf...yes...wolf...thirsty. So thirsty. I have to drink.

Kyle took the mug between his paws, lifting it awkwardly. His arms shook, shivering from the damp of the rain, which was slowly increasing in intensity. His lupine ears were perked, listening to the sounds of the approaching thunder. He lapped at the tea in the mug, swirling it with his tongue and swallowing it down his gullet. As he finished it off, the warm feelings began emanating from his stomach again.

Kyle groaned, laying down. His legs were sprawled across the steps, while his back arched and leaned down onto the wood floor of the porch, protected from the rain by the porch roof. He stretched his whole self, growling deep in his throat, tensing his muscles...and they stayed tense. Strong. He was becoming stronger. The light of the obscured moon through the clouds felt like it was burning his face. His whole body itched. It needed the moon.

Writhing, Kyle raked his claws across his front, his longsleeved shirt being reduced to ribbons. It felt tight, like it didn't fit. His torso had broadened, thicker through and across, strong lupine muscles replacing weak human ones. He ripped off his shredded shirt entirely. Oh god, the moon, it felt so hot... the caressing inside of him, moving outwards... fur sprouted, from his abdomen and in all directions, around his torso, meeting behind his back. Up his chest, spreading around his shoulders and neck, down his arms to his paws.

He caressed his front, the creamy white fur of his front thick and wonderful. With his clawtips he teased his canine nipples, now black and small, hidden under his fur. Be a wolf, his mind told him. He growled loudly now, not shy of his werewolf form, stretched out sensuously, basking in the burning light of the hidden moon.

The caressing sensation inside of him started to press down through his body to his sockless feet, and he kicked off his running shoes, which he could hear tumbling loudly down the stairs.

The caress became an ache. Painful throbs pushed from inside his waist outwards. Kyle whined softly and felt how tight his jeans were, a thick lump protruding against the fabric both in front and in back of him. He quickly undid his belt, unzipped and shimmied down his jeans and underwear, now damp from the rain. Lying on his back, Kyle pulled himself backwards so his whole body lay on the floor of the porch, lupine, naked and changing. His legs sprawled and he leaned to one side as a wave ran down his spine, his spinal column extending, pushing out into a strong wolflike tail that thumped against the planking. The tail felt wonderful.

Kyle's legs burned in the moonlight. The bones of his feet lengthened, all his leg muscles shifting. More pads, thicker than those on his forepaws, below his toes. Four claws - one of his claws had shrunk to a dew-claw. He would walk on his paws now, he knew, and leave the tracks of a wolf. Fur covered his body completely.

The waves of energy inside him focused on his groin, which felt dry and tight. He pinched his eyes shut, twisting his face back and forth, claws raking the wooden floor of the porch. Oh god, his cock was burning...aaah...warm... He breathed out and opened his eyes. Creamy white fur covered the space between his legs, even lighter than that on his front. His balls felt heavy and tense, large oblong globes protected by white fur, drawn up close to his body, like a dog... his paw reached down and fondled his dog balls...warm...nice...dog balls felt nice...why hadn't he noticed that before? Hadn't he always wanted balls like a dog? So nicely shaped...such a nice smell... I can take in my own scent...

Kyle buried his black, wet nose into his crotch. His tongue lapped at his balls, pressing them against his body, tickling them with his canines. This feels great, thought Kyle...wolf-Kyle. I am wolf-kyle. Lick...dog balls...nice...

His cheek rubbed against his sheath. Hadn't he always had a sheath? It felt so natural, its six-inch length hanging heavily from his groin, covered in white fur, now swollen, his member throbbing inside. It was starting to make him feel horny. He stopped licking his balls and nuzzled his sheath. Oooooh yes, that felt better. He sat up and massaged his sheath with his paw, watching as his stiffening penis emerged. It was still human, but red veins stood out beneath the skin, bringing strange new blood.

Kyle loitered on the porch, legs apart, feeling the light of the moon on his cock. His hips thrust involuntarily, and he clamped his paw around his erection, masturbating furiously. All it did was make him feel more tense, more horny. His cock felt harder and even more pent-up than before. It felt great, although any more of it and it would start to feel painful.

Desperate for any sign of orgasm, Kyle bent over himself. That his erection was positioned six inches further up his belly than before helped, so did having a seven-inch wolf muzzle protruding from his face. He eased his wolf lips around his human cocktip and lowered his muzzle down its length. His sensitive head rubbed against the ribbed roof of his mouth until his entire erection rested inside his muzzle. His long tongue curled around it.

Slowly, he began bobbing his face, rocking his curled-up body while his arms and tail provided balance. He wolfed and sucked hungrily at his cock. His balls throbbed at the sensation of his erection being stroked in the warm confines of his mouth. Yessss, Kyle thought, this is what his body wanted.

A warm buzzing sensation spread through his groin, and as he sucked himself, his penis became increasingly canine. The rounded human tip flattened into the more pointed canine tip of a wolf-cock, more sensitive than ever. His erection swelled and grew, now seven inches, the skin a bright scarlet, less even on the surface and fed by the thick veins that traveled along it. A ball-like knot started to swell at the base of his erection, pushing down his sheath as it emerged. There were no traces of the human that had once been Kyle. The transformation from man to werewolf was complete. His body was canine and his mind was filled with new sensations, feelings and thoughts.

His balls tensed and a spray of precum splashed against the back of his throat. Pulses of deep need shot through his mind. I need to mate, thought wolf-kyle. This feels close, but I must do it with another wolf...my wolfmate...Simon. Must wolfmate Simon.

Kyle the werewolf stood up slowly, feeling his new blood course through his limbs and adjusting to balance on his wolf legs. The wind raged around him - he had gotten so distracted he had forgotten the rainstorm. It was in full force by this time, thunder crashing and lightning flashing brightly. Kyle shookshookshook to get rid of the damp and stepped back in the cabin.

He could immediately smell his mate's presence several rooms away. But something was wrong with it. The human-smell was feeble, layered with fear, with pain. The wind slammed the front door loudly behind him. "k-Kyle? Help...help me..." The werewolf's ears shot up and swiveled towards the source of his mate's voice.

He padded through the cabin, claws clacking on the linoleum floor of the kitchen, pawpads stepping silently across the thick shag rug of the living room. He pushed the door open to the bedroom and stood in the doorway.

Simon lay on the bed, undressed except for one sock and his underwear caught around his ankles, but he was too weak to remove them. Nerve- wracking pains and cramps shot through his entire being like needles. He cried out and writhed, feeling worse with each movement. "Help!!...me..." He could barely focus on the large, wild silhouette of the werewolf standing in the doorframe, lit from behind by the dancing orange light of the fireplace.

Wolf-kyle stepped into the room, noticing his reflection in a mirror to his right. He was a striking creature. Kyle the human had been 5'10" but he had gained three inches on that. His entire body was well-defined, in the prime of adulthood, his muscles built for running and hunting. The brown hair of his head had been replaced by a coat of red-brown fur running down his neck and back to the base of his tail. The rest of him was a salt-and-pepper mix of gray and brown, whiter over his front and between his thighs. His face was a complex and beautiful mask of colors, lighter circles of fur around his eyes and a steady brow, dotted with dark brown flecks near its edges.

On the bed, he saw that Simon too was starting to develop fur. His black hair gave way to dark fur spreading down his neck and shoulders like a cowl, his stomach and chest darkened by a curly, black fuzz. But why was his mate in so much pain? wondered wolf-kyle. Didn't he know he was a wolf inside too? Wolf-kyle's once-human mind was sluggish to think, then remembered that his mate had drunk so little of the tea, and that he needed to feel the gentle touch of the moon. He stepped over and pulled the curtains away and opened the window widely, letting the light and the breeze in. The effect on Simon was immediate. The invisible moonrays calmed him, the cramps ceasing, and the caressing sensation beginning within. "What's...oh....ooooh..." Simon moaned, kicking off the last of his clothes as he stroked himself all over with his hands, feeling the changes starting everywhere.

Wolf-kyle smiled as he returned to the kitchen and fetched a large bowl. He placed three teabags in it, and poured in water from the kettle, now lukewarm. Vapor rose up from the bowl. His nostrils flared. It was essence of wolf, of being an animal, that's what was in it, he realized.

The werewolf returned to the bedroom and knelt down next to the bed. The skin of Simon's torso, arms and legs was getting difficult to see as his fur sprouted. Simon eagerly took the bowl and began to drink, and as he did so the changes quickened. Wolf ears crowned his head and his hands began their progression towards werewolf paws. Kyle carefully took the bowl back and placed it at the head of the bed while Simon got onto all fours, dipping his face down to drink from it. Kyle gently scratched behind his mate's ears as he watched Simon's face transform, his new muzzle pushing out as he lapped up the tea from the bowl.

Kyle watched Simon's transformation with interest. Black fur now covered his entire body. Simon lifted his muzzle from the bowl and stretched, muscles expanding. His legs shifted and his feet changed so he too could walk on his pads. A black sheath dangled from his belly. Simon growled happily. The only remaining clue that a human had once existed under the dark fur was the gold ring through Simon's nipple.

Kyle finished off the tea in the bowl as Simon's werewolf form became complete. His transformed mate licked him sloppily in the face, and he returned the favor, before hauling Simon into his arms (oof) and carrying him into the living room and setting him down on the soft shag rug.

They embraced. Kyle felt himself being squeezed by the stronger arms of his larger mate, now a full werewolf like himself, but covered entirely in black fur. They pressed their eager muzzles together, tilting them, licking and nibbling one another's faces; slipping their long canine tongues into each others' mouths and across sharp new teeth.

Their arms held their strong frames together. They could smell the closeness of their bodies, the warmth of their mate's fur, the strength in their shoulders, arms and chest. Their hands roamed freely, groping and ravishing through luxuriant backfur, claws scratching through the dense shaggy manes that covered their upper backs. Kyle felt Simon's sheath, swollen and hard, pressed alongside his own, caught between their firm bellies. The urge to mate Simon began to swell once more inside of him as he started to hump against his mate's body, Kyle's wolfcock re-emerging from its sheath.

The two of them rolled side to side on the thick shag rug, caressing sensuously, exploring each other's bodies and scents, growling, nipping lovingly. The fur on their shoulders was hackling from the heat of the fireplace. Outside, the storm thundered and lashed at the house, the windows clattering. The chimney moaned with the heavy winds, and rogue drops of rain hissed in the fire like snakes.

Hearts pounding, they rested, muzzles open, both panting. Simon's tall, black werewolf form lay silhouetted against the rug, Kyle sitting atop him, their bellies pressed together. They gazed deeply into one another's wild, fire-lit eyes, their breathing slowing, as Kyle and Simon's desires suddenly re-asserted themselves, sensing the moment, both ready. Never breaking his gaze, Kyle reached down and curled his paw-like hand around Simon's erection, joining it with his own and slowly, firmly stroking them together.

Simon growled deep in his throat, and they as both watched, Simon's cock turned lupine. It became canine in shape and feel, a lusty scarlet in hue, slightly longer and thicker than before, until Kyle held two throbbing, red werewolf cocks in his paw, glistening in the flickering firelight as their precum sprayed freely. Their senses pulled at them, their bodies tingling with intense need. Kyle gazed back into Simon's eyes again. No words were needed.

Kyle sat up. Simon turned over and got onto all fours, lifting his tail away, looking back over his shoulder at his mate, smiling. It was time. Kyle stepped forward, reaching down between Simon's legs and giving his dangling ballsacs a light squeeze as he pressed his cocktip to his mate's anus. Leaning forward, his red wolfcock slowly pushed into his mate's body, carefully at first, both of them cautious, then more easily as Simon relaxed.

Kyle rested his paws on the sides of Simon's hips as he began to thrust. At first he didn't want to penetrate the whole way, but as his instincts began to take control, he began to push himself a little further in on each thrust. Simon, too, resisted less, his passage warm and nicely tight, allowing him to feel his mate's wolfhood deep inside of him. Kyle leaned forward, resting his weight on his mate's back, hunched over, his hips rocking quickly, rhythmically against the black werewolf's body. As their minds focused more and more on the sexual act, Simon's body began to change further. His torso shifted, becoming more rounded, his neck a little thicker and longer, while his fingers shrank, turning into full, real paws. Kyle mated his werewolf lover faster, watching his partner becoming more and more like a wolf, each thrust encouraging changes, happening faster as he humped more vigorously.

The knot at the base of Kyle's cock swelled and Kyle winced, locking his arms tightly around Simon's body, ramming his shaft into his mate repeatedly, as fast as he could. Simon moaned in pleasure, the sensation of his lover's sex within, while his body shifted into a wonderful new form, was driving him into new levels of ecstasy. Kyle moaned, no longer able to hold back the feelings he had felt growing inside of him ever since his transformation first began on the porch. He thrust forward one last time, squeezing his knot tightly into Simon's body, as his wolfcock exploded with the most intense orgasm he had ever experienced. He raised his head and howled as he came, Simon's voice joining his, a wild echo of passionate song joined together. When Kyle's climax finally subsided and he pulled his cock from Simon's body, Simon's transformation into a wolf was complete.

As Simon collapsed on the rug panting, he realized that he too had been changing, but had been too caught up in the sex to notice. His legs and torso had become fully wolf, while his hands and head were still werewolf in form. He could still feel the changes happening inside of him, growing within. He was turning into a wolf.

A wet warmth against his cheek brought Kyle back to his senses again. Simon the wolf was licking his face. Their eyes met again. This was no wild animal. Simon and the wolf were one, just as Kyle could feel his wolf growing inside of him. He wanted the wolf. He wanted Simon. Kyle rolled onto all fours and presented himself to his mate.

Kyle felt the warmth of Simon's body against his back, the paws on his sides, the breath from the wolf's muzzle on his neck, as Simon's canine shaft eagerly entered him. Kyle gasped as it began to thrust forward and back, as he began to undergo what Simon had felt. Electric waves of pleasure ripped through his limbs, from the rear pads of his heels to the very tips of his teeth, the wolf emerged.

Simon's mating was longer, almost yearning, trying to extend the sensation of being fucked by a werewolf for as long as possible, while Kyle's body responded by turning him into a horny, lupine brother. His body became more like a wolf with each thrust, muzzle extending, neck muscles shifting, hands into paws. The pulsating presence of the thick wolfcock was within him, his own cock buzzing with pleasure as Simon thrust ever inward. He felt the satisfying shove of his mate's knot into his ass. He felt his mate's love-bite on his neck as bold, hot jets of wolfseed shot deep within him, a tingle running down his spine as the knot sealed him and the transformation was complete. Their heavy breathing mixed with the crackling of the fireplace as Simon's orgasm continued, filling his new wolf lover as the two of them collapsed on the rug.

Kyle and Simon lay down, panting, hot and sweaty, sleepily, until Simon's knot receded and freed them from their tryst. They lapped at each other's faces, unable to speak, but more alive than they had ever felt in their lives. Slowly they stood on all fours, stretching and shaking themselves awake, nuzzling and licking each other, their sheaths still dangling semi-erect against their bellies. Kyle and Simon's eyes met with a rich glimmer.

Together they sped, out of the living room, through the bedroom. Onto the bed, across to the open window, and out. The storm front had passed, the dark clouds pulling away to the east, leaving open sky behind. Beautiful stars glittered like diamonds, brighter than they had ever seen them before, and the moon, the oh so beautiful moon, making their hearts sing in the night. The two wolf lovers chased one another, horny and lustful, dashing, running, growling, howling. Across the fields and through the forest, wet grass under their paws. They knew they would have to return before dawn. But tonight, they were wolves, and would be as wolves as much as they could, a second birth.

They never found any other tea they liked quite as much.