A Full Moon Ch. 04

"Best OA I've ever had too. Even without the amazing sex and hours of cuddle time." Dean was about to yell at me for the first half but the last half of the comment blew that out of the water. Like I said he knew my rules and knew I did not cuddle.

"Seducing your OA?" he asked and I wanted to thump him on the head.

"Other way around. I seduced him," Patrick said although that was about as far from the truth as you could get and not be a total lie. There was a part of him that was seducing me, the part that made him such a great person and friend. That part that reminded me of what he partly was: a lost puppy with no one to love him. "So my new boss throws formality to the wind and at the end of the week we go camping together. Hot guy alone in the woods with me...Fate?" Even Dean laughed at that remark. It had to be fate because I never would have come to Massachusetts on my own and I would never have met this special guy, never would have become a Canis Lunais, never would have fallen in love in so short a time.

"Okay. Bro, this is all way strange. I know the few other dudes you gave sore throats to," I laughed and Patrick grinned and cleared his throat, "and none of 'em can hold a candle to this dude here. They were all skinny little gay boys who just wanted that meat log in your shorts. But you, dude?" he said looking at Patrick while shaking his head. "You could walk in a room and fill it by sheer size. Our buddy Troy's like that save he's one of 'em skinny boys, but he gets noticed. Any chick would want to bang ya, Patrick. I guess I can see what the bro here sees in ya."

"You have no clue how far off you are," I said. "Patrick is something like the runt of the entire office building." Dean raised a brow. "You'll see come Thursday. All the bitches are scorching hot and the guys make me look in the upper part of average." I hung my head as if in sorrow. "Poor Dean. He'll be the ugliest guy there. Not a bitch in sight." Dean socked me in the shoulder. "Do you know a less picky bitch for him? One who won't care if he's merely adequate?" I asked Patrick.

"I think Betty from the New York office would like him." I nodded. Betty was a Lunais who was thirty-four but looked ten years younger. Pretty blond, 5'11" tall and very smart. Also one hell of a cook, she made the fudge, and from what Patrick says lonely. She had not had a boyfriend since she started working for the company twelve years ago. No Lupus wanted to date her and normal guys were intimidated by her beauty. Dean was not one to be intimidated. If nothing else she could keep him company.

"Setting me up with a date dudes?"

"Yup. That way you can stay out of our hair so we can stay in bed." Dean got the hint and raised his hands.

"I know when I'm not wanted. I'll let you two get back to your man sex." He shivered comically as he got up. Patrick shook his hand and left, showing off the scratches I had left on him. Dean gaped as he saw them and then snickered as Patrick removed the sarong and draped it over the banister. I whined almost inaudibly as I watched that muscular ass sway up the stairs. "Gotta say, Bro, you got yourself a winner there. I ain't one for dudes, dude..."

"But that ass is just too damn perfect." Dean nodded grudgingly. "Tight too." He groaned and gave me a hug before leaving back to his hotel. As soon as I heard him get in his rental car I was bounding up the stairs, my pants being stripped off and I pounced on Patrick who was waiting for me face down on the mattress. Had I been hard I would have gone right up inside him, but since I wasn't I settled for laying atop him and kissing the back of his neck near his ear. Funny thing was the sexual mood was gone, but neither of us wanted to let go of the other so we stayed in bed cuddling. I wrapped my arms around his chest and rolled us over onto our sides. Pulling the covers over us, we soon slid into sleep, him in my arms. Can anyone ever ask for anything more?

We woke only because the full moon pulled us out of La La Land. I felt it a few minutes before the actual change and Patrick only a scant second before me. Our eyes flicked open and we looked at each other, our senses already sharpening. Pulling apart we went to different parts of the room. "Ready?" he asked me with a smile.

"For you to rape me or the change?" I asked with a lascivious grin.

"Either and both."

"Bring it on," I replied just as the first wave of pain hit me and drove me to my knees. I clenched my teeth to avoid screaming but this time I watched as much of my body change as I could. I watched through blurring vision the hair grow from every follicle possible on my thigh as they expanded to double their girth. My hands became paws with opposable thumbs and sported some wicked looking claws. My feet lost two toes and the length of the metatarsals nearly tripled and got denser to support the extra weight on the balls of my feet. Again the most painful was the tail growing and that had me panting until it was done.

Then I pushed myself to my feet and made sure to stay ducking. I looked over at Patrick and saw a stunning specimen of a Lunais. His coat was silver white and shone with vibrant health. He was not much bigger than he had been in the woods but he was definitely more lupine. My snout protruded more when his was more of a muzzle, like the difference between a Chow and a Labrador. I looked into his all too human eyes and smiled. Taking a few step towards him I took him in my powerful arms as gently as I could and and licked along his jowls and began to nibble on his ear. I didn't have lips to kiss but I could improvise. "Jon, you are by far the sexiest wolf ever."

"Nope, that would be you," I rumbled in his ear and his shivered all over, his tongue lolling out for a moment. Then I pulled away. "Is there any place we can go? I need to get out and see what I can do."

"We can go to join the Lunais pack a few miles outside the city. We gather there every full moon...away from the Lupus and their hunting grounds." I nodded. It would be interesting to see those from work in their natural guise. "Lose the pendant though." That made sense and I took it off. I snagged a back pack from my closet and those modified sweatpants. "You won't need those."

"Hello...first night as a wolfman. Not going out there with my boys and the Man banging my knees." There was something in the way he was looking at me, something I smelled on him that said he wanted me to show of what I had. "Why do I feel I'm about to be a trophy?"

"Status is earned in odd ways. As a breeder you need to show what you have to bring as far as genetics. I'm considered near the top for a mate for the females as my own genetics are good, albeit the runt factor, and my rare ability to change outside of the moon is a desired trait." Then he wrapped that huge paw around me and began to pet my back. "And if I show up with you then I get shown a social dominance by bringing the newest breeder who is also so damn sexy all the bitches will be howling for your attention."

My grin I knew was totally insufferable. "Serious question, dude. What if all that sexual scent gets to me? You are the only guy I'm attracted to, but women?"

He looked pensive for a moment. "If you happen to find a suitable bitch for you, you better hold that libido in check until we tell Angus of the change and let him know you have a female in mind. That way it does not seem like you're trying to usurp his place as alpha male by breeding." I rolled my eyes and nodded. I slipped the pendant into the pack with a change of clothes as well as something for Patrick just in case we get caught outside when we change back. Also brought my wallet. "Ready?" I nodded and we went out the back door, me locking it up, and I automatically sniffed the air, scenting no one near enough to see us as we dashed for the alleyway that would lead almost directly into a wooded area. All we had to do was cross one major street which right now was bustling with cars. I walked as quickly as I could in this new form but found I felt clumsy. When I switched to all fours I found myself more stable. "Find that easier? Some do."

"At a slow pace I'm fine, but this swifter one I think I should stay quad until I get use to it." We got to a few dozen yards of the street, scaring off a bunch of cats that fled up ladders and into trash cans to avoid so obvious a predator, and halted to watch cars go zipping by. "Any plans, Patrick?" I heard a scraping noise and looked to see him muscling a manhole cover aside. "Yuck." He just looked at me. With a sigh I shimmied in and thankfully landed on a dry, clean spot. Patrick joined me and I could see him perfectly even in this low level of light. He sniffed a few times and went running off on all fours at a good clip, me scrambling to catch up. I got lost in the twists and turns of the sewers, which did not have alligators or ninja turtles in them, but since Patrick seemed to know where he was going I just followed him.

That is until I smelled something that was totally wrong to my nose, something very foreign. It made my hackles rise and a low growl issued from my throat that made Patrick pause and look back. He scented the air and barked a laugh. "That's what I've been following. Musk trails marking the route to the manhole nearest the clearing. It's Gene's scent."

"Smells rancid," I said and almost wished I could take it back. Gene was a nice guy, I thought he should have a nice scent to go with it.

"It's supposed to. This area of the sewers is his turf." Marked territory. No Lupus would be down here and no Lunais would want to tangle with Gene as he was old, crafty, and still a force to be reckoned with even as a human. I snorted to try and clear my nose and Patrick just laughed as he continued on. "You'll get used to it all. I'm sure your musk is as pungent."

"Speaking of smelling...do I have to sniff tails?" That got a full bellied laugh that echoed in the tunnels.

"God no and if you tried and it was a bitch she may think you wanted to bang her. We still have our human brains and all of our little quaint ways to say hello without the tail sniffing." He stopped suddenly and I ran right into him. "But you can sniff mine all you want." I actually shot my tongue out and licked his bare hole which made him whimper and look back at me.

"I have other plans for that before the night is over." He grinned so happily that I had to smile back. "Did you think I would say no to wolfman sex?" He smelled apologetic. "Silly puppy," I said fondly and gently took his throat in my jaws. Normally a challenge among canines, I did it to show one thing and he got that message. I did not consider myself dominant or submissive and I would not deny him in any form.

"I love you so much Jon." I let go and bared my throat for him, showing I had no fear he would hurt me. I felt those powerful teeth against the fur at my throat, but there was no pressure. It felt like you giving someone a loaded gun and told them to put it to your head. Scary as hell but a fright because you trusted them to never hurt you.

"I love you too, Patrick. Lets get going." He nodded and we were off again.

I felt a sort of tingle in my nose as I caught my first whiff of the assembled Lunais. If you have ever walked into a kennel right after they let the dogs go out and run around for a bit, you know what it smells like. We were in the tree line and I could see them sitting around and talking like you would with any friend, a few playing games over by a bonfire, even three Lunais pups tussling while a few bitches watched over them. It was one big wolf picnic. "What if they don't like me?" I whispered so softly to Patrick when I realized I was the only black wolf there. The rest were all grays and light browns, even two other white wolves like Patrick, but I was the only black one.

"You work with half of them and if you don't know the employee roster by now you're blind. The rest will accept you on the basis of your performance at work. And being on the arm of one dashing wolfman." I smiled and licked his nose. I was still nervous and he could smell it. "Relax. If they want you to leave I will go with you and none of them want that." I gave him a questioning look but he did not answer. He just pushed into the clearing. A few heads turned and hands waved which he returned. Looking back he gestured for me to follow. Taking a deep breath, I stood to my full height, an impressive eleven and a half feet, and walked out. There was a small silence as those turned our way spotted me and then it became eerily quiet as somehow they all knew there was a new wolf in town. I did not really like the way a few of the males were looking at me, I was by far the largest one there. "Everyone, look who grew fur."

I saw a big, graying wolf come walking over and saw the same look Gene had all the time. "Well I'll be. Mr. Davenport, welcome."

"It's just Jon, Gene. We ain't at work." I shook his hand when he offered. I towered over him but there was something that let me know he could whoop my ass in a fight.

"Who infected you? Angus will be livid." That thought seemed to please him a lot.

"I did. Two weeks ago on a camping trip." His words sent a ripple through the crowd. He looked at me with a questioning look and I nodded. "Jon and I have been intimate since that first night." He made his way to the campfire and sat down with me curling up at his feet after dropping my bag by the stump he sat on. It was a very unsubtle gesture I was his and his alone. Him sitting there must have been some sort of signal because everyone came over and sat, laid, or curled up to listen. I wrapped my paw around his calf muscle and stroked it softly. "Never have I been so thoroughly bred." I looked up with a shocked and embarrassed grin.

"Kids, dude," I said and they all laughed.

"We don't hide anything from them," one bitch said and I heard a familiar voice. Betty was just as lovely in lupine form as she was in human. "Breeding, death and other facts of life are taught young so they understand what it is." I nodded with respect. I wondered how different life would have been for me had I been born Lunais.

"Question before he spills our sex life to the wind," that got a smile and a few encouraging nods. They were treating me with respect and a bit of parental protection as I was very new to this. I needed to know things and they could teach me. "Why am I Lunais if I was not born one?"

"Huh," Gene said. He seemed to be the oldest one there and was the nominal leader by the way they differed subtly to him. "When infected the human takes on may traits of the Lycanthrope who changed him. Since you were infected by a born Lunais you have his form."

"And rare gift. He can change outside the moon." That got a few shocked looks but mostly from the males who saw me as competition. The females were all looking at me like I was now on the menu again.

"You are a special case, Jon. Most infected by Lunais become Lupus. Why you are among that rarity can only be chalked up to Patrick being the one who infected you." I nodded with satisfaction and laid my head back down.

"As I was saying. In the course of intercourse I tore his back up pretty good." He smiled sheepishly as a few bitches howled.

"Bred ya good, eh dearie?" came a question from an older bitch.

"That he did Caroline. Best ever." I tucked my nose under my paw to stop them from seeing me grin. "I cleaned it as best as I could and even my father said he smelled no infection."

"Could it have been from some other wound inflicted during your romp?" Betty asked. We both shrugged. I had not been hurt during the sex at all. "May I inspect you, Jon? It may need to be addressed if the wolfsbane does not work for Lunais-infected." I nodded and she had me stand up and face the fire. More than a few bitches were openly eying my crotch. Betty was quick but thorough as she lifted my arms, feeling the muscles for something she was looking for. When she got to my groin I could not help but become aroused...very aroused and more than one female, and Patrick, sniffed and whined. "Wow," she said but went on with her exam. I'm glad I was hairy cause I felt my face get hot. Then she was probing around the base of the shaft. "Here. There is a scar almost too small to see. I can feel it."

I felt where she was touching and knew what had done it. When he had gone back to work right before he asked for limits he bit me hard enough to scrape the skin but not break it. It was open to the smallest of the capillaries. And then I had fucked him hard and he must have bled some. I told them of my epiphany and Patrick smiled sheepishly. "So that was how. Do you agree, Gene?" The venerable old wolf nodded, accepting it as true since it was highly likely. He told them of the fishing trip we took and how it had been interrupted. The news that ferals were moving into the pack's turf was not good because that meant Angus was not keeping up the patrols of the hunters who were hired for just this purpose, but how do we approach this?

When Patrick came to the part that I saved his life they all looked at me like I was insane to go after a feral. "It was that or watch him get killed. I took a chance but it paid off. We're both fine, they are not, so I made the right choice. It could be different next time, but this time it all turned out gravy." They just shook their heads, although the bitches were all looking at me closer. I was turning out to be quite the candidate for breeding.

"But you were human still." One younger male said. By his build and voice he was about fourteen or so, that age when hero worship was worst for sports figures and other righteous dudes.

"Didn't matter to me. I took a huge risk, not knowing if there were more or if the wind would shift and he would scent me, but I couldn't let him hurt Patrick any more." He leaned down and I rolled over onto my back, exposing my throat for him. He took it in his jaws and they all gasped or growled. When he let me return the favor they were even more shocked. Even in the Lunais relationships there was one dominant, usually the male, and one submissive. We had declared equality in our relationship. "I would not let anyone hurt him." A few ladies sighed like it was so romantic.

"I believe these two are very unique both in rarity and their obvious love for one another. I believe that certain Lupus should not realize this." Gene was covertly telling them all to keep the two of us a secret. I was touched by his thoughtfulness, but then I had never cared who was Lunais or even Avis from the very beginning. "Too bad your infection cannot be hidden."

I grinned and sat up. "Patrick, when did you know I was infected?"

"This morning."

"Shouldn't you have known sooner? You did infect him and I doubt the two of you have been separated since the trip." Gene had that look in his eye like he suspected I may be even more unique than they all realized.

"I thought he was human until he called me to tell me he got hairy. I didn't even know until a few minutes after I got there and he told me about his change. He...has a way to keep it somewhat of a secret I think." His hesitant speech made them a bit curious, I could smell it. I slipped the tie holding my bag shut while I looked to be shifting it to sit up all the way and palmed the pendant. I watched them sniff in confusion and then quite a few came forward to sniff me openly.

"You smell no different than the day you first got here," said Betty in wonder. I just grinned and stood, dropping the pendant back in the bag. Stretching to my full height, I pulled Patrick up to his feet.

"It seems since I am new I can still think of Angus as an ass rather than the pack leader, so please do not tell him about this. Any of this." It was unanimous. "So, who wants to help me see what I'm capable of? Who wants to wrestle?" I think every male of breeding age wanted to test themselves against me. I just grinned and moved away from the fire. "Patrick is last," I said with a wink.