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I Really Want To Stay At Your House
written by asclepius
Fallon Sprite was sitting in his corner apartment, woven blanket pulled over his legs. His posters covered the walls, some plants were there too. A gift from his werewolf friend, who seemed to always have a verdant green thumb. There was a small christmas tree in the corner, covered in soft yellow lights that added a glow to the room. All the blinds were up, not drawn, same with the curtains. He rarely closed them, often preferring the light and the warmth that came with it. It was a chilly Saturday evening, the sun starting to dip below the far off mountains, blanketing the forests of Monstropolis with shadows. There’s an alembic out on the wooden coffee table, a crucible with tongs around it still. He’s ground up some substance (Sublimate of Quicksilver), and has it softly waiting in a glass vial, acquiescing and distilling. His calendar is marked with a big red X over this date, December 13th. A full moon, bright and true, would hang above the town, dripping pale cold glow over everyone. His eyes trained on the door, waiting to hear the knock at the door from his friend. The heavy footsteps he knew would come to him, the swish of the brown tail through air.
Freddy Howl’s engine growled and shook as he drove through the quickly darkening world. The interior of his car was filled with the noise of some far-off folk-country ballad about lost-love-twice-taken-running-too-late, all too familiar as his own time was running out. He’d told his friend, arguably his best friend, nothing more, totally not nothing more, that he’d hangout with him during his transformation tonight. Fallon had some tincture, some solution he’d wanted to test out. He’d mentioned that it was needed to pass some accelerated class, and Freddy, without so much as a second thought, decided to say ‘I’ll help.’ He was now pressing the accelerator, hoping and praying that he’d be able to make it in time. With luck, Fallon’s apartment came into view, the building next to some miscellaneous shops and businesses. Not the safest place for a werewolf to transform. He wasn’t at his house this time, not playing with his family. Older brother wouldn’t be there to make sure nothing bad happened to him. As he pulled into the parking spot that Fallon would leave clear for him, he took some deep breaths. Something Fallon told him would help.
Fallon almost fell getting up as he heard the knock at the door. He scrambled his way to the entrance, shouting a “Coming!” to alleviate any momentary fears. Making it to the door, Fallon opened it to find his friend, the werewolf, nervously standing there. Tailing swishing from side to side. He was in his usual blue flannel and grey shirt, with just a little bit of his hair peeking out from under, blue jeans to finish.
“Hey. Can I come in?” He had a soft blush on his face, his eyes darted from side to side, looking over the smaller man in front of him, his sweater that fell off his shoulder, revealing some of his halter top below, combined with the khaki cargos he was often found in. His stubble was grown out a bit right now.
“Of course! C’mon, you don’t have to ask, big guy.” Fallon smiled his soft, welcoming smile, and let the werewolf into his house. “Had some trouble getting over here?”
Freddy awkwardly walks into the apartment, taking a second to readjust to his familiar surroundings. It had a slightly damp smell, salty like the ocean. Just like Fallon. “Football practice. Got held up with Coach for second, but I’m here now, bro.” He gives a grin and a thumbs up.
Fallon nods along, as he walks over to the alembic, reigniting it. As the substance in the base heats up, something slow and controlled drips out of the spout, some clear liquid drips on to the previous sublimate. “You’re here now, so that’s good. I’d say we have about…10 minutes before the sun sets and the moon rises? If I remember from my Magical Bio class, most lycanthropic transformations are caused by the way the curse reacts to seeing the full moon - kinda like seeing a good burger. Instead of being hungry, it turns you into a werewolf. This is a substance called ‘Lycaon’s Bane’, and it’s supposed to prevent a transformation from occurring in lycanthropes. Thanks for agreeing to test this out with me, it really does mean a lot. I need to pass this class, and this is an assignment I was worried I’d fuck up on. Anyways - wait, where are your clothes?”
During Fallon’s ramble, Freddy had all but stripped to his boxers. He was now sitting on the couch, having picked up some beaker or canister and was looking at it. “Oh, uh, if I transform. Don’t wanna ruin my clothes!” Freddy said. He gave a small toothy smile, letting his large canines show for a second. His tail twitched slightly along with his ears.
Fallon, now blushing profusely at seeing his crush remove nearly all of his clothes, coughs for a second, nodding along. “Yeah, that makes sense. Totally. Wow. I-I uh, should have this all ready to go shortly. I have some water for you to take it with, it’ll be kinda like a pill. All it does is interrupt the magic circuit inside you that gets completed when you see the moon. It should stop the transformation for a little bit.” Fallon adjusts his round glasses, crouching next to his coffee table again, seeing the liquid now combine with the sublimate to form something that is emanating a small amount of silvery light. “Almost…” There’s a woosh of air as Fallon taps it, and the light disappears. What’s left is a small, almost metallic sphere. “Done!” He picks it up, handing it to Freddy, with a glass in his other hand. “Drink up. Quick, moon’s rising.”
Freddy nodded, taking the small sphere, miniscule in his big paw, and chucking it back before washing it down with some water. He gulps, shuddering as it goes down. It’s pretty cold. He shakes it off, looking back at Fallon. “What now?”
“Look at the moon. It should stop it from transforming you,” Fallon said. He had an air of confidence about him, determined to get it right. “It should be rising right about now.” Fallon makes an astrolabe with his hands, checking the distance of the sun and how far it’s fallen beneath the horizon line. Freddy nods, and stands up, looking out the window at the now freshly rising pale yellow orb in the sky. He expects to feel a shiver, a pulse under skin. Hair growing, claws coming. But when he thinks it’s happening, there’s an absence.
“I’m…huh.” He stands, dumbfounded by the lack of transformation. Fallon is smiling, ear to ear.
“It worked! It actually worked!” He grabs the werewolf’s shoulders, shaking him back and forth. “I can’t believe it, but you’re not in your wolf form!” Fallon is elated, and Freddy meets his excitement with a growing smile on his own face.
“Good job, little guy. What should we do for the rest of the night?” He scratched the back of his neck slightly.
“I can get some snacks for us, and we can watch a movie.” Fallon gave him a thumbs up as he made his way out of the living room and in to the kitchen. He took a second in there, looking for some chips. He had some salsa from last night’s Mexican food, and so he took a bag of crappy tortilla chips with him in his hands. “I have some chips, anything else you want?” Fallon shouted back, waiting for a response. There was a slight chuff from the other room. A huff almost. “Freddy?” He peeked his head through the doorway, and the chips dropped from his grasp.
An embarrassed 8 foot tall werewolf stood in the center of his living room, eyes darting around nervously, tailing tucked between his legs. All like a normal wolf, if it wasn’t for the digitigrade structure standing bipedal and the plaid boxer shorts fitting his legs. His ears were slouched slightly, an almost sad look on his face.
“I guess it didn’t work, then? That’s alright…I uh, have some snacks and stuff. For us still.” Fallon had no idea how to care for a werewolf.
He slowly approaches the beast, who makes a soft ‘Awoo..” as Fallon reaches out a hand, soft and tentative to pet him.
“Good, uh, good boy?” He says as he lightly places it on the bridge of his snout, petting the warm, brown fur. Freddy makes a whimper of a noise, and his tail starts to wag. Fast. Fallon began to pet him, scratch at his fur, under his snout, and around his ears. Freddy’s tongue was going crazy, and he was chuffing and practically..well…howling with happiness. The werewolf nudged forward, accidentally knocking Fallon over, but he nuzzled his big wet nose into the fairy’s smaller body. Fallon laughed. “That tickles! B-big guy!” He still pet and scratched him, almost as if Freddy were just some big dog.
Fallon managed to slip out of the grasp of him, and sit down on the couch, while Freddy sat obediently in front of him. “Huh. You still want to watch a movie?” He nodded, climbing over Fallon to lay on the couch next to him. He was huge, Fallon thought to himself, with Freddy’s head now laying in his lap. Fallon was blushing now, running his hands through Freddy’s hair. It was so soft, so warm. When he was pinning the smaller man down, all Fallon could think about was how massive Freddy had become, how much fur and body was keeping him down. It was very cold, but he hadn’t noticed it since the werewolf had laid on him. The wolf’s tongue was slightly out, dropped off to the side. Fallon didn’t know how much of him would remember this in the morning, so he decided to stray on the safe side of things. Didn’t want to make it awkward come morning. He could spend the time tweaking his formula later, but because it did technically initially stop the transformation, he thought he could at least get a pass with it.
Fallon eventually clicked to start some horror movie, which Freddy watched with intent. Even through canine eyes, Fallon could tell he really enjoyed it. There was some unspoken thought from him, some wonder found in his fur. After the movie finished, Fallon eventually fell asleep, drifting off from the warm, comforting head in his lap.
He didn’t know what time he woke up, but when he did, it was considerably colder. The window was slightly ajar, and Freddy was missing from the scene. His clothes were still folded on the ground, neatly as he had taken them off, maybe hours earlier. Fallon stumbled around for a second, adjusting to the low-light environment, as well as the apparent chill. “Freddy?” He asked into the night, yet to no response.
Fallon sighed, reaching for the blue flannel. He put it on, using it as a makeshift jacket as he didn’t want to run to find any of his own jackets. It smelled like Freddy, forest, sweat, him. Fallon left through the front door, pacing down the steps to his own car. Freddy’s truck remained, intact. There was a slight dusting of snow, and the fairy’s breath was visible in the night. He heard a howl, maybe a little too close. Just around the corner of his building, next to the Mexican place that he would so often get dinner from. It’s not that seeing a werewolf was bad, per say, but if one started to barge into businesses all wolf like and tear shit up, he might have had to get Freddy from the Magical Inhumane Society the next morning. And he did not want to have to do that. That would be really awkward.
“Hello? Big guy?”
He heard something fall around the corner of his building, and then a pained ‘Awroo!’ as the sound of a dumpster closing was heard.
Fallon peeks his head around, where he found Freddy with an open banana peel over his head, and some trash scattered around him as the dumpster was tipped over. He hurried over, brushing off the trash as the werewolf looked embarrassed. “Did you…get antsy being inside for so long?”
Freddy nodded.
“Aw, big guy. I’m sorry. Would you wanna go…for a run or something? I can watch you and make sure you don’t get into any trouble!” Fallon smiled, softly petting him again as his tail wagged. “You’d like that, huh? L-Let’s go, then!” Fallon vaguely points in the direction of the woods behind his apartment, shrugging to himself and Freddy bounds over to them, stopping by the tree line as his tail wags. Normally, Fallon would be a little afraid to visit all alone, but having this…huge hairy beast with him really helps.
The night trudged forwards as Fallon threw a stick for the wolfman, letting go buckwild and howl, chase after all sorts of smaller animals. The fairy found a seat on a half-decomposed log, smiling as he watched the man. He’d have a blast telling Alex and Elias and Abi and Aqua about all this in the morning, but now, he was so entranced in the moment, watching his muscles ripple under wolven hide. Eventually, Freddy’s nose nudged Fallon up.
“What’s up, big guy?”
The werewolf motioned to his backside. Fallon walk around to it, looking at the back.
“Uh…what…did you need?”
Without as much as a soft “Wruff,” Freddy pushed Fallon onto his back, and Fallon took hold. He understood it as a ‘hold on.’ So he did, as Freddy sprinted now through the woods, wind whooshing past the two men. Freddy’s big strong paws pounded into the ground, his nose attentive in the air, searching. Eventually, he turned when he got to a small divergence in the woods, stopping abruptly when he got to a small pool.
Above them was a massive waterfall, air thick with the mist from it, positively glowing in the full moon. Freddy let down his head, as Fallon slid off the werewolf’s body. He took a second to look around the area, scanning it. It was beautiful to him.
“Thank you, Freddy. This is,” He hesitates for a second, looking at his friend. “Amazing.” Fallon walks around the area, as Freddy sits, patient with his tail wagging. “Um, good boy.” Fallon hesitantly says to the werewolf, who he swears nearly smiles. The two spend a while at the waterfall, hanging out, spending time with each other. It’s calm and soft and chill and wonderful and all sorts of things that Fallon is elated to be feeling with this man near him. He smiles the whole time that he rides Freddy back to his apartment, as the werewolf yawns upon trodding in with his big paws.
“You sleepy, big guy?”
The wolfman goes, ‘Wruff!’ and makes his way over to the bedroom. Fallon raises and eyebrow and follows him in as he finds a huge werewolf now laying in his bed. He lays adjacent to the other (wolf)man, a soft blush on his face as he turns to face him.
“You uh, have fun today?” Fallon softly smiles.
Freddy nods pressing his nose against Fallon’s forehead. It’s not without importance, but Freddy does move himself on top of Fallon.
“Whoa, okay big guy,” He strains, but the werewolf has already started to sleep. Helpless, Fallon surrenders himself to it.
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The morning brings a lot of things. Sunlight, melting of the snow, and the forever faithful smell of man in the morning. Not the most pleasant, but not the worst. Usually, Fallon just takes a shower, and calls it a day. This time, however, along with an unusually warm weight on his chest, the usual morning smell is marked by the pungent odor of wet dog. Wet dog? Fallon didn’t have a dog. He slowly opens his eyes to find Freddy Howl, his best friend, in just his boxers, sleeping soundly on top of him.
“F-Freddy?” He squeaks.
“Five more minutes…” Freddy groans out.
“Uh, you’re…on top of me.”
“I am?”
“Yeah, buddy.”
“Oh, sorry, bro.” Freddy unhands him, much to Fallon’s dismay, and now lays aside the other man. “Did it work?”
“What?”
“Your thing. The uh….”
“Oh, the Lycaon’s Revenge. Nope, it didn’t. I think there was too much sublimate in it. Too unstable, couldn’t handle more than one exposure to the moon. You ended up turning.”
“I do remember that. You,” This time, Freddy hesitates. “You liked petting me, little guy.”
Fallon blushes, and gets up out of bed. “Haha, I’m sure you’re still a little foggy from last night. I can get some breakfast going for us.” He said, making his way towards the kitchen. Freddy had a smirk on his face, upon seeing the smaller man wearing his blue flannel. He took an extra second in the bedroom just to smell the fairy’s linger scent, committing it to his own memory, storing it in his back pocket, just in case he needed it later.