Date: Tue, 7 Jun 2005 07:04:12 -0700 (PDT)
From: Chaos Wolf <chaoswolf04@yahoo.com>
Subject: Lupine High Part 3

Disclaimer: The following is an erotic story of a homosexual nature. Please
do not read if you are a minor or if it is illegal where you live to do
so. Remember to think smart and use protection. The following is the third
chapter in the "Lupine High" series. If this sounds like something you want
to read, be my guest and read. If it is not, go back and look for another
story to read.

			    Lupine High, Part 3

The return to school following Thanksgiving began on a humorous note.
Mr. Phelps, or Captain Phelps, our History teacher returned our papers and
made interesting comments about them. He first announced who received a 90
or better. Those that did, came up and received their papers. Me, Richard,
Terry, and Leo all got better than a 90. He then shuffled the papers and
then called people to collect them. He doesn't name any names, that would
have been cruel. He said, "To the person who wrote the paper on Cesar
Chavez, you did not write about the person I asked for."  The student,
Barry, who wrote the paper spoke up and said, "Yes I did. You asked for a
paper on Cesar Chavez and I gave you one." Although the teacher doesn't
name names, Barry opened himself up when he identified himself before
us. The Captain cleared his throat and said, "Yes I did ask for paper on
Cesar Chavez. However, you wrote about Julio Cesar Chavez the boxer not
Cesar Chavez who worked for the rights of migrant by organizing a boycott
against grapes." Barry said, "Please teach, you gotta let me do the paper
over again." Mr. Phelps was a hardass when it came to assignments, this was
not a valid argument to get a redo. He said, "The paper was an average
paper, but the wrong content brought the paper down. I did say in the
instructions to ask for help if you were confused about the subject
matter." Barry countered, "But I wasn't confused, you should have that it
was that grape guy." Mr. Phelps said, "Sorry, but the grade stands. I asked
if everyone understood about who they chose to write about. Take Cadet
O'Neill over there, he wrote about John Adams the Elder. He asked if I
wanted a paper about the Elder or Quincy. I clarified who I wanted the
paper on and he gave me what I wanted." I wished he didn't call me or other
students Cadet, but he was a former officer and we learned that we had to
respect he did things.

Some in the class chuckled until Captain Phelps silenced them with his
whistle. Me and my friends didn't. What if it had been us?


With Thanksgiving over, it was less than a month before Christmas
vacation. Not only did I have finals to think about, but I also had to deal
with Terry's request. I told Matt about my plans. I knew how he made me a
werewolf, but I wasn't exactly sure how to proceed. Sure, the giving of
lycanthropy is easy, but it's another thing to do it discreetly.

Matt looked at the calendar and said, "Well it is sound. Any of these days
would work. Just remember that you'll be doing it in the middle of the
night. That's the best way. You never know what a night will bring if you
do it before moonrise." I asked, "So should I do it at his house or my
house." Will said, "Can I say something? Good. Just think about which gets
more traffic. Which is more prone to activity in the middle of the night?"
Matt said, "Plus, which is more soundproof?" At least I'm halfway through
my choice.

I told Richard about it. He said, "Why tell me? You like Terry. It's your
business if you want to make him a werewolf. I still can't believe he
wanted it. Why anyone wants to be a werewolf is beyond me." Sure he was
accepting of his fate as a werewolf, but he still believed no normal person
would ask for that fate. I said, "You can ask him if you want. In my
opinion, they find some aspect appealing."

He did and still couldn't believe it, but he asked, "Can I be there when it
happens?" I thought about it and replied, "Sure."

All four of us got into a study mode for Finals. Poor Leo, he doesn't know
what we got planned. Don't worry dude, we'll get to you. We had two finals
a day and it took a week to finish them all.

The last day of school of the fall semester saw something that I never
expected. We were in the cafeteria going over our plans when this one guy
shouted, "Food fight!" He shot up like a rocket, took a tub of broccoli and
cheese soup, and threw it not caring where it landed. It landed on our
science teacher and was she pissed. The principal himself came in and
dragged the offender away. So much for the food fight. Almost everyone
turned back to eating. I don't like broccoli and cheese soup, but that's no
way to treat food.

That Saturday was the big day. I told my parents that me, Richard, and
Terry were going to celebrate the end of the semester with a little party
and a sleep over. He, he. They didn't suspect a thing and went out for the
night.


Richard and I discarded our human forms and walked around in our
skivvies. We soon discarded them because our enlarged cocks were straining
to get out. We then moved furniture out of the way to make room for Terry's
change. Terry looked at us with an amused expression as he sat on the floor
at an angle with his knees up and his arms behind him. I walked on all
fours, but Richard didn't because he thinks it's silly. If it's silly, then
I guess I'm a silly guy. He went behind, hugged him, and licked his
face. My head bent down and I licked his chest on down to his manhood. I
then looked up and asked Richard, "So, how do you want to do this?" He
replied, "He's yours. You decide." Terry looked at us and asked, "What are
you saying?" I couldn't help but sigh. This was the last time that I could
have a private conversation in wolf speak. After tonight, he would
understand every word. It was up to Terry how he wanted me to give it to
him. I wrote "Bite or pinprick?" on a piece of paper. He read the note and
asked, "Will the bite hurt?" I wrote back, "A little. I'll do it in a safe
area." He nodded and breathed deeply, waiting. I looked over his
body. Where to bite him? It would need to be an area that wasn't
vital. Perhaps the feet? I motioned to Richard to cradle Terry. I nodded to
Terry and showed where I'd bite him. He nodded back and he gritted his
teeth in anticipation of what was to come. I went low positioning myself
near his big toe. Quick as lightning, I bit him barely breaking the skin,
but it was enough. He instantly winced in pain, but it was only the
beginning. The lycanthrope strain is perhaps the most potent thing in
creation. In the second after the bite, it was already rewriting his
DNA. The strain was working overtime because it happened to be the night of
the full moon. If it was a normal infection, there would have been time
between the infection and the activation when the body would reconstruct
itself from human to wolf. However, this was the same as what happened to
me. An infection so close to the first full moon of the lunar month would
result in a metamorphosis instantly. Richard let him go and we sat down on
the couch to watch the genesis of a new lycanthrope.


Terry arched his back accompanied by familiar crunching noises. His hands
and feet grew into the size of werewolf paws as his nails blacked into
claws. Black fur spread over his light skin like wildfire. Muscles grew
firm and large while his privates became like ours. His dick grew long and
wide, his balls grew bigger, foreskin regenerated and grew furry as it soon
encompassed his tool. His nose and mouth stretched out changing into a
muzzle. His tailbone lengthened into a tail. The color of his eyes
gradually grew from green to yellow. The changes stopped and Terry got up
and looked at himself ogling his large hands. He said, "I guess this means
no more chocolate, huh." I said, "How many times do I like to have a slice
of your mom's chocolate sprinkle fudge cake?" He said, "Oh, yea." I said,
"That's right. Chocolate does not hurt us. It's only as harmful as it is to
the average human. His head turned to the mirror. His flexed his arms,
biceps bulged noticeably. Terry's human form wasn't scrawny thankfully, but
he wasn't exactly muscular like us. He then looked at his flaccid member,
totally mesmerized. I said, "So you have a big dick now. The fascination
doesn't last long." He turned back and said, "I know. It's just one thing,
not the entire thing about being a werewolf, right?" Richard and I
nodded. I learned from Matt and Will that orgasms were more animalistic,
but because we had human intelligence, life wasn't all about biological
needs. Speaking of which, it looked like Terry wanted to satisfy his
biological need because his sheath lowered revealing his turgid
cock. Richard groaned, "Less than an hour into his new life and he already
wants to hump. No patience at all. Why don't we go to your room
Luke. Having sex in the living room just seems a bit weird." I said,
"You're probably right. Let's go." We walked to my room, but Terry almost
fell. We helped him along to my room, walking on two misshapen feet was a
learned ability.

We entered my room and we sat down. Terry yelped and clutched his
tail. Yup, bud, you have to contend with a tail now. Our hands were
naturally bigger and didn't wrap around our members as easily when we were
human. We had to use our fingers. I've had plenty of practice and I'm sure
Richard had, but this was new for Terry. I told the Asian werewolf, "Watch
me." He saw me wrap my thumb and index finger around my dick. He did the
same. He then started to beat his meat. My attention turned back to my own
act. Richard left and got a measuring cup. He said, "Let's see how much
spunk three teenage werewolves can make." This was an interesting
development in Richard's development in his acceptance. I would never
expect such a suggestion from him. Terry and I agreed, but this meant that
we couldn't cum at the same time. We let Terry go first because this was
his night. We held the measuring cup to the tip of his cockhead. He
quickened his pace soon exclaimed, "Awesome I have a knot just like my dog
Polo." His paw clamped behind the knot and grunted as his seed gushed into
the container. Richard was next and it didn't take him long to add to the
pot. I was last and we held the cum-filled up to the light. Wow, that was a
lot. Now that we measured it, what do we do with it? We savored the smell
of it, enhanced by our heightened sense of smell. It was tantalizing and we
would certainly masturbate again if we really wanted to, but there was no
need to. We went to the bathroom and plugged up the sink. Richard poured it
in and we watched it for awhile. We sighed and released the plug so it soon
went down the drain. We washed our paws and went back to my room to get
much needed sleep. Richard slept on the floor and since I had the hots for
Terry, he slept in my bed with me. We made sure our heads were covered so
if one of my parents peeked in, they wouldn't suspect anything.


In the morning, we woke up as humans. Terry looked at himself in my mirror
and said, "I'm human again." I responded, "Not really. You've just gone
back to human form. Although you look human, you'll never be human again."
It was a sad truth and difficult for some to accept. Although we
lycanthropes look like humans, we are not and never will be. The week
afterwards, we went to my cousin's place.

"Hey Terry, I see you're one of us now." I know I told my cousin that I
planed to make Terry a werewolf, but I hadn't told him I actually did. The
smell said it all, it doesn't go unnoticed. We sat down and the Chinese
teen said, "I guess so. I'm still surprised at what my senses bring me."
Matt said, "He also tells me that you're what, a big baby?" Terry blushed
and said to me, "You actually told him?" Richard exclaimed, "Big baby?" I
said, "It slipped out. He asked if I had done anything with you." Terry
calmed down and clarified, "I don't act like a baby. I've only worn diapers
a few times." Matt took a swig of soda and said, "I've hear of stuff like
that. Will told me." Will said, "Yea, I guess I did. You see I got an email
from Justin Harper, a gay friend of ours who admitted to being a diaper
lover." Justin Harper? The name seemed familiar. I asked, "The name's
familiar, who's he again?" Matt looked at Will and then at us. He cleared
his throat and said, "Remember that DVD called Astro Boyz?" I did. That was
shortly before I ceased being human. Matt had been alarmed I was watching
it. It was only a few seconds, but whatever it was made my cousin scared. I
said, "Yea, what about it?" He said, "Justin introduced us to that film."
It was starting to make sense to my teenage brain. I asked, "Was it a gay
movie?" My cousin said, "Yes. It wasn't exactly appropriate viewing
material for a boy your age." A gay animated movie. The though of how close
I was to watching it made my groin swell.


Terry cleared his throat so that we could listen to him. He deflated the
issue and asked, "Are there other Asian werewolves or am I the only one?"
Matt said, "I'm sure there are, but it's difficult meeting other werewolves
in general. Don't feel too bad if you never meet one. However, we can
communicate with werewolves from around the world no matter what language
they speak. When we are in wolf form, our language is the same." Will said,
"We've been trying to set up an American confederation of werewolves. It
would certainly be easier than traveling to another country. Then again
we'd have to deal with all those factions." Richard asked, "Factions?" Matt
said, "There are different factions of werewolves. Some adhere to the old
ways and shun modernity. Others thing we are better than humanity because
of the abilities we have. Most are like us. We are like humans in the way
we relate to the world. We just happen to turn into wolves. Speaking of
which, do you plan on making werewolves out of any more of your classmates?
We three teens looked at each other. There was only one guy we could think
of, Leo. We said, "Just Leo." Matt said, "Okay, but only him. I don't want
anymore werewolves coming out of your school." We said in unison, "Why?"
Will said, "The more of us there are in one place, the more it'd arouse
suspicion. Four students in the same grade in the same school is
enough. More and someone might say something in the wrong place. Not to
mention more chances for accidents." Luke said, "What kind of accidents?"
Matt asked, "I assume you are taking Biology this year?" We nodded. The
adults shook their heads. They were was clearly worried and Will asked,
"Done dissecting yet?" I said, "This coming semester. Why? What's wrong
with that?" Matt said, "The animals that are brought in. The carcasses
excite the senses. Your werewolf sides will be wanting to show
themselves. Will here never had to go through with that, but you three are
still in school. When I was your age, there was a part of me that wanted to
change, take that fetal pig and eat it." I imagined us in our wolf forms
eating our assignments in front of horrified classmates. Terry asked, "What
do we do?" Matt suggested, "You might want to try partial
transformation. Just grow some fur under your shirts. That's what I did. It
was uncomfortable, but at least the changes were visible. I wouldn't advise
any other changes beneath the clothing. A werewolf's manhood would be
noticeable beneath clothes. Would you like to demonstrate Luke? You don't
have to take it out." Me? I got up and concentrated on my crotch. Sometimes
I do so to wet my pants for kicks, but this was something else entirely. I
imagined myself mounting Terry. I could tell it was him, his scent piercing
my nostrils. His eyes told me that he wished for us to screw as humans, but
he wanted my dick to be lupine. He was my mate and I was willing to give
him what he wanted. It was happening. I felt my dick and balls
grow. Werewolves wear loose clothes in wolf form to give their organs room
to move. In normal fitting human clothes their size was evident. My
classmates whistled and exclaimed, "What a whopper!" I changed my organs
back to their human size. I looked down and saw the inhuman bulge get
smaller until it was human sized. I asked, "Anything else you want to
suggest Matt?" He said, "Not really. When you make Leo a werewolf, if you
do, come back for a visit. Of course you can come back anytime." I said,
"Next time can we see Astro Boyz? I want to see what I missed." My cousin
smirked, "We'll see. You be on your best behavior and I'll consider
it. That goes for all of you."

The three of us left my cousin's place resolved to make Leo Sanchez one of
us. We were best friends and didn't want anyone else in our little pack. We
would correspond with each other as to how we to go about it. We wished
each other a Merry Christmas and parted ways.

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