Roscoe stood and stretched before plodding across the room. “Well, let’s get to bed.”
“You think you’re so damn slick.”
His ears fell, and his watery eyes widened.
“I’m immune now.” I pointed at the air mattress. “If you want to act like a dog, then you’ll get treated like one. So, go lay down.”
A snarl replaced the puppy face. “Fine,” he grumbled, lying back down on the inflatable bed, exaggerating his discomfort as he turned from side-to-side.
I hopped into my bed and shuffled under the clean covers while staring up at the shadows dancing from the glow of the television screen. My eyes got heavy before apopfollowed by a rush of air had them snapping open.
“Oops,” Roscoe said.
I threw the covers off and sat upright as Roscoe sank to the ground, the bed deflating under him.
“Roscoe!”
“It’s yer fault,” he said, slyly rolling off the ruined mattress. “You made a three-hundred-pound monster sleep on a flimsy inflatable bed. What the hell did you think was gonna happen?”
“You wish your fat ass was three hundred pounds. You did that on purpose!”
“Did not,” he said calmly while walking over to my bed.
“No! Sleep on the floor.”
Roscoe grinned before slipping under the covers. “What are you gonna do? Make me?”
I ground my teeth and laid back down, facing away from the intruder.
“I’m not wearing those earrings.”
Roscoe shuffled uncomfortably before sitting up against the headboard. “You’re gonna have to learn to live with werewolves… and sleep with ‘em.”
“I shouldn’t have to live with anyone if I don’t want to. I could just live on my own, put all my money away and find a way to buy a house once I’m fully turned.”
“Sounds like you’ve got it all figured out.” Roscoe let out a sigh before lying back down.
I didn’t respond, and he turned toward me before rubbing my head.
“You don’t have a clue what’s about to happen to you, but I’ve been there. The difference is, yer not gonna be alone.”
A cold sweat woke me a little after midnight, and I rushed to the bathroom.
The bed creaked in the other room as Roscoe stirred. “You okay, bud?”
I didn’t answer. Instead, I stared at the mirror while running my fingers through the thicker body hair covering my chest. My ears now tapered to a point, and the sclera around my orange irises was gray.
“Hey, look at this handsome fella,” Roscoe said casually as he stepped behind me, his nostrils flaring while sniffing my neck. There was something off about his scent, something that was neither pleasant nor off-putting.
“What’s wrong with my nose?” I inhaled deeply, and my brain was hit with what felt like a thousand zaps. “Everything smells funny.”
Roscoe grabbed my arms and turned me around before lifting me onto the bathroom sink. He wasted no time pulling off my underwear, his warm tongue wrapping around my cock. I grabbed his mane with both hands, growling as he went to work. He seemed kind of worried, like his entire goal at the moment was to get me off as quickly as possible.
One more stroke of his tongue sent me into fits. I pushed my hips deeper against the wet warmth of his maw. I threw my headback and an involuntary, pathetic howl left my throat while the rest of my body trembled.
Roscoe hummed in satisfaction, his tongue the only part of his body moving.
“Shit,” I cried out. More of my cum mixed with his saliva before roping along the corners of his mouth. I’d never felt such an intense desire to be ravaged before, but it was all I could think about. He ran his rough, slippery tongue along my shaft before working lower. I relented, not giving any resistance as the slender muscle prepared me for what was coming.
