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“Oh, fucking hell! Fucking shit!”
Brett Anderson knew the risks beforehand, but he still insisted on fucking a werewolf. Not just any werewolf either, but James Dean Bradfield. Ever since James became a werewolf, he gave off a more powerful sexual aura than usual, and Brett was drawn in. James swore up and down that sex with a werewolf is not a way to contract the curse, but rather it's spread through bites. Brett was sure it'd be fine as long as he didn't get bitten.
And then James bit him.
The Welshman got a little too frisky during sex, and in his overexcitement, he sunk his teeth into Bretts shoulder and broke skin. Brett yelled out in pain and panic as James immediately unlatched himself from Brett when he realized what he had done. Lowering his head like a guilty dog, James looked at Brett with large eyes pleading for forgiveness.
“James…you said you wouldn't bite me…” Brett muttered, breathing heavily and on the verge of a panic attack. “W-what's going to happen to me?!”
James sighed and placed his face in his hands for a minute or so, then steepled his fingers and leaned in closer to the anxious Anderson.
“Well, it's not exactly going to be fun,” James began, looking into Brett's fearful eyes. “In fact, it's going to be quite painful although you'll get used to it. I've kinda started to enjoy the pain a bit…mostly. It makes me feel…alive if you know what I mean.” James flashed a cheeky grin, exposing his fangs. Brett exhaled cigarette smoke and began to frantically look from James’ face to the window outside where the full moon was fully obscured by clouds.
“From one to ten, how bad does it hurt?” Brett asked meekly. His skin began to itch slightly as fine hairs began to sprout on his arms and hands.
“Ah, probably a solid…6 for most of it, although when your legs start cracking and becoming wolf legs it's up there. Probably a 9 or 10.” James waved his hand around in a gesture that was probably making it appear to be less of an issue than it probably would be.
“Ohhh great…” Brett groaned, putting his cigarette out on an ashtray. “I can't wait to have to…OH GOD–”
Brett looked at his hand and saw the black fur that had begun to grow in patches on his hand and lower arm. His fingernails were sharpening and elongating as well, and his fingertips were starting to thicken with dark-colored paw pads. Thankfully, it didn't hurt, but this was probably the least intense part of the transformation. James peered over at the panicking Anderson and saw that his transformation had started.
“I'll be back, I'll grab some water, some towels, pillows, blankets…” James got up and started to grab what he needed to make Brett's first transformation be as comfortable as possible…not like it would be anyways.
The clouds shrouding the full moon began to dissipate, and much like in the movies, the moonlight bathed Brett in its glow as he began to both sweat and breathe heavily, chest heaving. His arm muscles were twitching and slowly expanding ever so slightly as the growing black fur began to reach his shoulders. His back and shoulders began to grow and bulge slightly, giving him a slightly hunched over appearance. He felt a slight tingle in his mouth and reached a finger in to touch his teeth only to feel a small prick as his canines were razor sharp.
When James got back to the room, he noticed that Brett had gotten down to his hands and knees, drenched in sweat and shaking as his body began to convulse and shift into the form of a wolf. Bones audibly cracked and with each one came a yelp of pain from Brett. Tears dropped onto the floor beneath Brett's face, which was barely visible–Brett didn't want anyone to see his face during the transformation.
James kneeled down next to him and Brett timidly lifted his face slightly towards him, revealing a more beastly visage. Despite being mid-transformation, he was still unmistakably recognizable as Brett Anderson. James held the water bottle up to Brett's lips and let him take a long swig as he brushed Brett’s fringe away from his sweaty forehead.
“Drink up, you'll need to keep hydrated during this whole thing,” James said, rubbing Brett's back as a surge made it's way down his spine and to his coccyx, which began to slowly sprout a tail. Brett hissed in pain as the tail forming was wriggling uncontrollably as it began to cover itself in bushy fur.
“God it…hurts…” Brett tearfully winced as his legs began to painfully shift into a digitigrade formation. With each audible bone crack, Brett let out a pained whimper, and his loafers began to strain and rip at the seams as his feet grew into the shape of large paws with claws that tore through the material like wet paper. His nose and jaws began to elongate more into a wolf's snout, and the noises coming from his fanged jaws began to sound more guttural and less human. His ears had shifted from the sides of his head to the top, pointed and fuzzy but still sporting his hoop earrings.
“You're almost done, it'll be over soon,” James tried to reassure the whimpering beast who had taken to laying face down on the makeshift bed James made for him on the floor that consisted of a few pillows and a couple of soft blankets. Brett just wanted it all to be over and to hide away for the rest of the night until it wore off, even though there was nobody to hide from. He wanted to wallow in the shame and misery he felt knowing that the curse will never be lifted. His life changed significantly in just one night.
As the last of his bones cracked and snapped into place, and the last of his fur sprouted on his body, the pain began to subside as Brett's transformation reached the end. Panting, he slowly and awkwardly clambered out of the bed on all fours, heading towards the window in a sort of trance. His sharp claws cracked with each step he made like a dog walking on a hardwood floor. He stood up on his hind paws and lifted his head towards the full moon and let out a long and mournful howl which sounded both recognizable as his singing voice and unrecognizable as an animalistic cry.
The newly transformed werewolf lowered his head in shame and nervousness as he finished his howl, embarrassed that anyone would be able to hear and recognize it as him. He began to slowly walk towards his bed pile on the ground and lay down like a dog, years welling up in his eyes, when he heard a familiar voice call to him.
“Brett, I'm here for you.”
Brett's ears perked up and he turned his head to see James in his werewolf form sitting aside him. Compared to Brett's werewolf form, James was much more muscular and more beastly although not as tall as Brett. James’ fur was a few different shades of brown, with his human hair being the darkest shade and also becoming more of a mane which continued halfway down his back. Brett's werewolf physique didn't change much from his human body's slender form, although his limbs were longer and he was slightly hunched when standing on two legs. The two of them were both taller than their human forms, but were still proportionately the same height difference to one another. Brett also kept his trademark fringe, but unlike James, his hair didn't form a scruffy mane that went down his back.
“James…” Brett whimpered, the Welsh wolfman cozying up to him. The feeling of James' warm body next to his was soothing and began to help him relax. James gave Brett a small lick on his snout, which made Brett start to wag his tail in contentment. Brett whined quietly as he nuzzled his snout into James' chest fur and began to lick him like a cat grooming another cat.
The two werewolves cuddled closer to one another, brown fur mixed with black, warm and content. James never mentioned to anyone that he felt lonely being the only werewolf he knew, and secretly wished that he'd meet another or one of his friends would become afflicted like him, but he didn't want to be the reason they became one. Unfortunately and fortunately, he found companionship in Brett Anderson, who seemed to be taking it better than he did at first…at least for the time being.