Doggy Style

Big, Wolfy Tummy

Russel's POV

I was honestly curious as to what Trip could possibly say in relation to Antony's being a were-bear. Pft, were-bear. Sounds fake, but okay... I watched as Trip shifted uncomfortably in his seat. "Well, he's not wrong, Tripp. It is your turn."

Tripp glared at me and huffed loudly, but got up nonetheless. As he stripped his clothing, he grumbled about how ridiculous all of this was, and how he could've kicked Antony's ass if Jose hadn't intervened. After his clothes were completely off, he glared at both Jose and Antony. "My dad's gonna kill me for this. I hope you realise that."

Antony smirked and leaned back in his seat. "Oh, don't you worry about that. I realise."

I watched as he huffed one more time for good measure, and then began to do something similar to what Antony had done before, the only difference being that he was a wolf when he finished, not a bear.

The experience would have been awe-inspiring, had Tripp not sneezed loudly the second he was fully transformed. "Wow, nice one." I drawled sarcastically as i sat back in my seat.

He whined and plopped down onto the carpet, giving me the best pair of puppy dog eyes I had ever seen.

"What? What do you want?" I asked as I stood up to walk around him.

He whined again, stood back up, and pawed at my pant leg.

"You don't want me to pet you, do you? 'Cause that ain't happening." I stared at him disbelievingly. There's no way he wants to be pet...right?

He huffed loudly, again, and dropped onto his side, exposing his belly in the process.

"Oh my God, fine!" I gave up before dropping to my knees and rubbing my hands all over his big, wolfy tummy.

Antony scoffed and sat back in his seat. "Goddamn, you're dumb, mutt."

I glanced back up at the man in confusion. "Whaddya mean?"

He scoffed once more and shook his head. "All well-trained, intelligent shifters know not to expose their stomachs while surrounded by people that they don't know that well. It's basically asking to get shredded."

Tripp growled and began to shift back, ending up naked right next me.

"Oh that's a penis." I grumbled as I got back up and returned to the couch.

Tripp took a step forward towards Antony and sneered. "Are you implying that I'm unintelligent, you honey-licking, tree climbing piece of shit?"

Antony shot up from his seat and got up in Tripp's face and sneered back. "I'm more than implying, mutt."

Jose looked back and forth between the two one-man testosterone factories and rolled his eyes. "Alright, boys! Put your dicks away! And I do mean that literally for you, Tripp."

Tripp growled, but backed off from Antony, and began to gather up his clothes.

Jose waited until Antony was back in his seat, and Tripp was fully clothed to start talking again. "Alright, Tripp. Start explaining."