"I just need some fresh air." You say as you look at Yuriv.
He nods seemingly in understanding, then his ears suddenly flick upright and he looks to the door. He motions you to be quiet and runs over to the other side of the room, grabbing a piece of board on the way and stands next to the door. Then you hear it, something is pounding up the staircase outside.
The door bursts open and the wolf knight is standing in the doorway, sword in hand but still completely naked, his throbbing red erection pointing right at you, dribbling pre in excitement. He sneers triumphantly. "I thought I smelled human!" And then he's lunging at you, bowling you over and pinning you to the floor, his muzzle just inches from your face. Then there's a solid thunk and he collapses in a heap on you.
Yuriv quickly pulls the wolf knight off of you, grumbling under his breath about wolves and their noses. Even as he helps you to your feet. "He didn't get his mouth on you or anything?" He look over yourself quickly and shake your head. "Good. So much for this safe house." Yuriv quickly turns into a flurry of motion, tossing you his cloak. "Put that on, cover your face, no one can see you." And then he's picking up the wolf's sword, nodding at it appreciatively. "I'll be keeping this."
Soon you find yourself back out on the street, hood pulled over your head as you keep your face down. The cloak wrapped around you smells heavily of Yuriv's musk, and it seems to be causing your cock to keep itself completely erect. You keep getting distracted by thoughts of being mounted by the stag, or sucking him off as he tries to guide you through the town. You sometimes miss signals in your daydream hazes and twice nearly stumble into one of the knights. Luckily, Yuriv's scent seems to be covering your own, and the beastmen just can't seem to notice your smell. If only the cloak wasn't so damn itchy, it feels like your whole body is covered in ants.
Slowly over the course of the next thirty minutes you work your way out to what you assume is the edge of town. Shops give way to homes. Yuriv's arm goes out and brings you to a halt in an alleyway between a house and a tavern. You peek over his shoulder seeing a boar with a sword trundling down the road.
Scratching at your chest, damn that itchy cloak, you shake your head. "Not him, the knight had a broken tusk."
Yuriv looks over his shoulder at you, seeming impressed. "Come on, we're almost there."
Soon, you can see the house Yuriv seems to be aiming for. It's actually a bit separated from the rest of the town, nestled up against the woods. Probably meant to be a hunter's or logger's house, but you can see a thief enjoying the privacy as well. Yuriv motions you to follow and you do, though your eyes drift down to the stag's ass, watching that well muscled rump and toned legs. God, you're horny, your dick is practically straining against the fabric of your pants as if trying to burst free.
Soon, you're at the door to the hut and ducking inside as Yuriv casts one more glance behind to make sure you weren't followed and slips inside and closes the door.
The inside is much homier than the abandoned apartment. There's still an earthly, musky smell you've come to identify as Yuriv's scent, but this is mixed with woody smells, faint smokiness from the hearth, and something else you can't identify, but it smells much more homey. Eagerly you toss the itchy cloak aside, not that it helps much, you keep scratching at your chest as you look around the cabin.
"Okay!" Yuriv smile as he turns towards you. "We should be safe here.." His words trail off as he looks at you. "Take off your shirt."
"What?" You stop scratching and look at Yuriv.
"Your shirt." And then the stag is right in front of you and roughly stripping you, well, he's tuggin your shirt over your head. You're so stunned at his sudden change in attitude you really don't fight as he peels that piece of clothing off of you. "You're hairy. Were you that hairy this morning?"
With your head free of your shirt you look down and discover Yuriv is right. You didn't have much in the way of chest hair or even a treasure trail this morning, but at the moment you have a thick treasure trail up your stomach leading to a thick patch of hair across your chest. It's hair.. not fur at least. For now. You shake your head. "No.." Your torso also looks a little more muscular than it was. Actually, you look kind of good, you think to yourself
Yuriv starts turning your shirt over in his hands, finds a spot and gives it a sniff. "Wolf cum. Fucker must have smeared his cock on your shirt when he tackled you, then it soaked through."
"Or when you knocked him out and he fell on me." You add.
Yuriv just seems to ignore your comment. "It's so little it's taking a long time to work on you, but it's working. Shit." He tosses your shirt into the hearth, were the low burning coals of a fire stoked expecting someone's return suddenly flare up to eat the new fuel. "Well, bad news is you're turning into a beastman. Good news is, we have time and options."
You listen to Yuriv nodding your head, but your thoughts are going in ten different directions, including one line of thought that wants to let Yuriv fuck you to just get it over with, and another that just wants to jerk off. "Okay, what options?" You slide your hand down your pants, groping at your rigid cock. You just can't help yourself, you're so fucking horny.
"I know a wizard. He can't cure fully changed beastmen, but maybe he can reverse it, or stop it where it is." Yuriv watches you curiously, and you notice his shorts are tented out as well as he looks at you, his earlier jerk off session seemingly wearing off. "Well, what do you think?"