Game On

Chapter Forty-Four: Good Boy

A tiny smile spread over Sean's face. He desperately wanted to reach out and pet him but kept his distance. He just wanted to be sure if Mark was giving him the signal or just happy to see him as food. Sitting on the floor, Sean exhaled heavily as he looked over Mark's furry body. He'd never considered himself a furry, but it didn't seem to matter what form Mark took. He loved him. Mark's body trembled as he struggled to sit up. The chains were thin and light but on Mark, they appeared to weigh a ton. The wispy smoke that puffed off his fur made the air smell like burning fur and flesh. It made Sean want to gag as his nose burned, but he could imagine it hurt Mark more. He forced himself to ignore it, until Mark began to whine and shift restlessly. Clawing with his back feet at the collar and muzzle with desperation. Sean glanced up at the door, but it didn't sound like Skadi was coming back yet. Swallowing, he tried to tell himself to be patient. Until Mark's got stuck in his muzzle causing him to panic and yelp.

Groaning, Sean inched closer to him, telling him nervously. "Mark, stay still. I'll... Let me help. Just don't... bite me." Mark thrashed his head a bit, but settled as Sean's hand drew nearer. Sean's fingers trembled as he reached up behind Mark's perked up ears. Grabbing the chain, Sean felt goosebumps run down his spine as Mark's warm breath breezed over his shoulder. Mark's head was almost the entire width of his shoulders. His teeth were almost as long as his fingers and sharp. Holding his breath, he unclipped the chain and froze as the muzzle fell to the floor from the weight of Mark's large back paw. Sean watched Mark lick his lips out the corner of his eyes, before lowering his hand slowly to Mark's neck to grab the collar. Mark lifted his head to expose his neck more and Sean said a prayer before pulling the collar open with a loud 'click'. Mark immediately got up to all fours, causing Sean to flinch as he shook the collar and neck chains free of himself.

Gritting his teeth, Sean worked quickly to unchain his paws and then scrambled away from Mark as quickly as he could. Mark rose to his hind legs, towering over him as he shook the rest of the chains free and arched his back to unleash a howl that vibrated through Sean to his core. With the chains gone, Sean noticed the burned fur shed away to allow fresh fur to grow out. His bones popping as he stretched himself out. It made Sean's heart race to see how big Mark was as a werewolf. He was as big as the white werewolf with just as much muscle. He tried to keep his eyes from going lower, but Mark wasn't wearing anything and standing upright. Decides, he'd seen Mark naked. It was nothing new... except for the fur. Mark's deep brown fur looked thick, soft, and shiny. It complimented every curve and muscle of his body. Including the one between his legs. He was pretty sure that his increase in height and build had made him... bigger. Which brought a blush to his cheeks that warmed his face in the cold basement.

He was so distracted by Mark's lower half that he hadn't noticed Mark was moving, until a window pooped up in front of him to warn him of incoming prompts. He barely registered it, when the window dropped, and Mark began to move in slow motion. His hand raised with claws extended and bright red eyes! Missing the first prompt out of pure shock, Sean screamed as Mark's claws slashed down across his neck and chest. Falling to his side, Sean watched Mark drop to all fours, his maw opening to reveal his teeth. He began to move in slow motion again as he went to bite his throat, when another prompt came up. It was a circle that appeared on Mark's nose with a handprint. Quickly reaching up, he placed his hand on Mark's nose and pleaded with him. "Mark? It's me!" Mark's jaws snapped shut, taking a step back as he sniffed his hand. Taking a sudden step back, Mark snorted disgustedly and lunged for him! Triggering another prompt that put the circles at Mark's throat.

Jerking his hands up into position, he caught Mark's throat as he dropped down over him to pin him to the floor. Mark's jaws snapped inches from his face, his foaming spit flying everywhere. Holding him at bay, Sean pleaded louder. "MARK! IT'S ME!" Mark eased back, lifting a hand again to slash at him, triggering a frightening prompt. One circle appeared over Mark's chest with a dagger. It wanted him to kill him. Shaking his head, he told Mark seriously. "I won't do it. I'd rather take the hit and go into the red!" The prompt vanished and Mark's claws came swinging in but slowed back down as another prompt appeared. This circle appeared on Mark's swinging arm with what looked like a hug indicator. Turning onto his side, he wrapped his arms around Mark's arm and pulled it up against himself. Mark's swing faltered and forced Mark to drop across his belly behind him. Curling himself tightly around his arm, he trembled but refused to let go.