It began to dawn on me that I had the ring AND was a werewolf. I could start to make things even more advantageous to myself. I could make things even more advantageous for werewolf kind overall! For a second, I almost debated wishing that I was no longer a werewolf, but that thought faded almost as quickly as it formed. I knew consciously that this was my lycanthropic side asserting its will, but I didn't care. It felt too good to be a werewolf.
"I wish your sister and Karen would come visit," I said.
Arnold smiled. "I told them to be here before moonrise. I wasn't sure how cooperative you'd be. Definitely didn't expect to change. The plan was always to turn you."
"I wish you'd be okay with all of us being intimate together," I said. I'd always had at least a slight attraction to Kyra, though I'd always been rather careful about letting Arnold know. Now, however, there was no reason to hide it. Of course..the way I'd phrased the statement definitely left things a little open to interpretation, which I realized seconds later.
"I'm good with that. Trust me, I know how good Kyra's pussy smells, especially when she's changing. Karen and I ran into each other while I was heading back home, and we both got a taste." My dick started to harden again; I'm not sure whether it was the thought of Kyra's pussy, the thought of Kyra changing, the thought of Kyra and Karen having lesbian werewolf sex, or the thought of a werewolf Arnold going down on her. Maybe it was all of it. It dawned on me that bisexuality or pansexuality seemed to be the default, which honestly..made sense. The wishes were mine, and affected by my subconscious in many regards. And I'd definitely learned a little something about myself. Something that probably would have bothered me to think about earlier, but now which seemed so unimportant. I wouldn't define anyone by their sexuality, nor would it make sense to define myself by it. Of course, I still had preferences. Preferences that while...perhaps might merit exploration at some point, were a bit of a boundary right now.
"I wish you or any male werewolf I ever encounter would be sexually submissive or passive toward me," I said.
Arnold smiled. "I don't think you have to worry about that, bro.." his hand rested on my chest, trailing fingertips down my abdomen. "You have a naturally dominant scent." His hand grasped my shaft and stroked it to hardness. "I'm not above..teasing you. Especially if the change is coming on." His hand released me, and his fingers slid lower, lightly running circles on the outside of my asshole. "Or seeing if maybe this is something you'd like..because that whole area gets sensitive as fuck at moonrise. Your prostate's changing shape too..that's part of why it feels so goddamn good to change for guys." His voice was breathy, teasing me. His finger pushed just slightly in, still moving in small circles. My dick was rock hard. I didn't want to get fingerblasted. But I didn't NOT want to get fingerblasted. "I..uhh..wouldn't mind it if you tested that out with me.." Arnold said. "I mean..we've known each other a long time, bud. Can't deny it would be pretty hot for me to be on all fours, muscling up in the moonlight while you're hitting my spot." He turned my head and kissed me warmly. His dick was hard as well. Sure, this was gay. This was two guys turned on by the change. Not that it mattered. "Or vice versa," he said. There was no threat. This wasn't him threatening to rape me, or to force me to do anything I wasn't comfortable with.
"I agree," I said. "We..uhh..we'll have to explore that at some point," I added. He smiled in response, then nuzzled me again and said nothing.
There was a loud knock at the door. We both jumped, slightly startled. I realized with horror that my parents could come home at any time.
"Fuck! Get dressed!" I said, hopping on one foot as I slid my pants on as I heard the click of the knob turning. I'd forgotten to lock the door.
Their scents hit my nose moments before I saw them. It wasn't my parents - it was Kyra and Karen. I smelled the wolf in their scent. I smelled their hot, wet pussies. A wave of pheromones hit me. They smelled SO good. Karen was even more attractive now, but Kyra..she was on a whole other level.
"Hey boys.." Karen said as they both sniffed the air. Kyra's eyes locked on mine. A hungry, lusty smile crossed her face. She nudged Karen whose eyes widened eagerly as both girls focused their attention on me. "Mmhh..seems like somebody already got the upgrade."
Kyra sniffed me and planted an aggressive kiss on my lips. She pulled away with a smirk. "Ohhh.." she said, glancing over at Arnold, who was watching us with a smug grin. "Seems like my brother got that honor.."
"Yeah.." I nodded.
Kyra pouted. "Karen had you first..Arnold got to turn you.." her eyes were downcast, and she flirtatiously looked up at me. "What do I get?"
"You get to be the first person I knot," I told her, feeling a surge of pure dominance.
Kyra and Karen both stared at me, their mouths agape as the dominant aura overwhelmed them. "Ohhmmmmmhhrrrrr.." Kyra said as the smell of her pussy increased tenfold and her hand went directly down the waistband of her yoga pants. "Yesss..hmmmrrr.." she cooed, moaning softly and letting out the slightest of growls. One arm went around me and she held herself against me as she massaged herself another few seconds. The hand came up to my mouth, tracing my lips with her juices. "Please.."