As the wolf continued licking out the young boy's taint, Mikey could only moan lustfully, not understanding where this feeling came from or exactly what it is. All he knew was that whatever the wolf was doing, it didn't feel bad anymore. In fact, the pleasure was so great that he started to believe that it was a good thing, if not a normal thing to experience.
It was the woods' curse that reshaped his mind, as well as beginning a new kind of wolf pack to inhabit the area within. With each wet and penetrating lick, fur began to grow around the boy's soft pucker, radiating across his lithe body to the wolf's rhythm: in and out, warmer and hotter. By the time the wolf moved away from the eight year old's ass, he was covered in a thick, yet soft coat of gray and white fur, mimicking the feral canine.
Mikey wondered why the licking had stopped, only to be answered shortly after with the wolf moving in front of him, pushing its own ass into the scout's furry face. By now, the idea of cleaning another's ass using their tongue was no longer foreign to him, so shouldn't he reciprocate? And without a second thought, the changing boy happily began dipping his tongue in and out of the wolf's sphincter.
As his oral organ began to squelch into the canine pucker, Mikey could feel it becoming easier to do so as his tongue began to flatten and lengthen. The scent of the wolf became much more clearer and identifiable as his nose began to darken and turn leathery, pushing out along with his face into a half-muzzle, allowing him to bury his face deeper into the wolf's rear. The nocturnal sounds of the woods felt audibly calming and familiar to him when his ears began moving up his head into soft triangular forms. His stance also became more balanced as a soft, fluffy tail pushed out above his ass, naturally lifting up to expose his pucker in his aroused state. His hands and feet felt stronger as he lifted himself onto his hands and knees to better adjust his stance, his feet becoming digitigrade yet still bipedal, and his hands and feet shifting into hybrid paw hands/feet with soft pads on each face.
Feeling satisfied with Mikey's reciprocation, he moved his rear away to face the newly made wolf boy, who was panting from all of the arousal and his human-like erection still twitching expectantly. His feral yellow eyes were sharp, yet warm as they gazed into the young pup's icy blue eyes, the only partial remnant of his humanity. As though he was evaluating his work, the wolf look him over, padding around him before sitting right in front of him, causing the wolf pup to lower his head in submission to his new alpha.
If the wolf could, he would have smirked at the young boy's showing of submission before raising his head to the sky, signalling Mikey to do the same. And without the need for instructions, the two howled to the crescent moon, the wolf boy's howl being an adorable mix between a boy's imitation howl and puppy's howl. Nevertheless, their howls unified them, welcoming the change boy scout into the start of a new wolf pack.