Page 69 of The Good Boys Club

What the—

Oh, the full moon. It was time.

He pushed me away, and I watched as his already enormous limbs elongated, his face twisted into a snout, and fur grew in a slow wave over his body. He howled as he transformed, lifting his head up to the sky and arching his back. A few moments later his paws thudded onto the soil.

In Mash’s place now stood a gargantuan wolf, over seven feet in height. Golden-brown shaggy coat and luminous green eyes. He closed the gap between us in one step and pushed his huge head against my chest. His cold wet nose on my bare skin reminded me how naked I still was.

Then he licked me from my nipples to the top of my hair. It knocked my glasses off. They tumbled into a patch of grass. I picked them up, but kept them in my hand.

The noise from the tent was reaching almost deafening levels as a hundred wolves shifted at once, growling and snarling and howling.

“Give me your glasses so you can shift,” Mash said.

I balanced them on the tip of his snout like he was wearing them. They looked like cartoon reading spectacles on him. He rolled his massive wolf eyes.

Three and a half seconds later, I was a wolf. Smaller than Mash’s behemoth form, my fur a shiny gunmetal grey.

I hadn’t fully shifted into my wolf form in so long it took me a while to get used to the feel of my new skeleton and the way my limbs now moved.

Mash gently tipped my glasses onto a small boulder near the tent. “We’ll come back for them in the morning.” His tail swished wildly from side to side. He buried his nose into the fur at my neck. “I’m so happy night now.”

“I’d have never guessed,” I replied.

“We’re gonna have so much fun tonight. You smell good. I can’t believe my Bangers is here with me at my pack’s Harvest Fest and we’re shifted together. Urgh, this has been my dream for so long.”

Wait—what?

“I’m just so fucking excited. If I hump you, I’m sorry.”

“Um . . .” I said, unsure how to process any of that.

Mash bounded over to the opening in the marquee and turned back to me, his ears twitching. “Ready to sniff some butts?”

“No. No, I’ll never be ready.” But my words disappeared into the night as Mash vanished through the gap.

Reluctantly, I followed.

I could do this for him. It was only one full moon. Well, the first of three, but I could do this.

The second I stepped foot in the marquee, I was sexually assaulted by someone’s nostrils.

“Wow, okay, we’re really going in there with no consent,” I said to Mash. The wolf who’d sniffed my butt vanished into the crowd—couldn’t say who it was, or where they went.

“You just gotta get in there, mate,” he said.

“No, I don’t just gotta. I’m not were. My brain is still my human brain, it’s not been magically switched out for a dog’s.”

“Practice on me,” he said, ignoring my comment. Then he spun around and held his tail high, presenting me with his asshole. When I didn’t shove my face into it, he spun again. “Come on, sniff my butt.”

“No.”

“Just do it, sniff my hole. Sniff it, Bangers, sniff it real good.”

“Fine, whatever, turn around.”

He did, and I moved my head closer, but nowhere near hole territory.

“No, get right up in there,” he said, backing his asshole onto my snout.

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