It's all weird. What's happening to Sam. What's happening to this school. I know it's weird and no matter how much I try to ignore it, my curiosity wins.
"Fine, let's follow them."
"Great! Gotta be real sneaky though!"
Martin replies with a chuckle. The two of us waiting for the jocks to move from their table. Hiding in the hall as they leave as a group and walk towards the gym. It's a clear pathway actually, they're going straight there. Laughing and messing about on the trip, a few times slamming opened lockers closed, or pushing aside other students. Eventually pressing against the double doors of the gym and slamming it behind them.
Martin and I get close to the doors after they enter. Looking through the glass windows to see the squad of athletic men lining up at the back of the room. Presenting themselves as if for a roll call. Standing with backs straight and chests puffed out. They're all so beefy, and all so hairy. They can't be kids in highschool, there's just no way. Too tall, too strong, beards a bit too long. They're young adults, a few maybe even a bit older.
"They're weird, ain't they? Not normal kids like us- me."
I looked to myself. Strong. Hairy. Beard growing out. Was I still a high school student or had I become like them? My bracelet tightened for a moment, but I fought it off. This isn't right, I need to stay focused and find out what's happening here.
From the other end of the gym came Coach Sullivan. He was even younger than when I last saw him. Early 30s now with bright orange hairs across his chin. He looked wild and mighty, looming over the jocks that grinned as their coach went by. Sullivan stopping by Sam, my friend blushing as the captain watched him.
"You were fun last night, Sam."
"Thanks boss. Felt good to have your dick in me."
"Hehehe, that's my pup. You want some more?"
"Anytime boss! Fill me up!"
A few of the other men bump into Sam. Laughing and joking as he starts to undo the coaches shirt. I can't believe what I'm seeing. Why is my best friend going to fuck the school gym teacher? It doesn't make sense until I get a sudden revelation. The hair turning to fur, head turning to a startling wolf like visage. Tail wagging from the two men's rear as they become werewolves right before my eyes. The coach clearly Mugrel from the game, and Sam perfectly resembling his bulky werewolf self.
I look to Martin who is flabbergasted. His weight pressing harder against the door as he leans onto it. Using it to support him while he processes seeing a real werewolf. But the weight is too much, the door opening and Martin falling inside. Both the jocks and the two werewolves looking his way, Martin's eyes wide with panic, but then composed for an act of bravery. He stands, closes the door behind him, and moves closer to the monsters. Sparing me from being caught as the other students assume their werewolf forms and pounce on Martin. Pinning him to the ground. Mugrel circling their new captive. Ready to toy with the man.
"What's this? The rednecks playing hero?"
"I... I just thought somthin' was strange... I'll be quiet. Promise..."
"Hehehe, I'll make you quiet, pup. Now, what should I do to him boys? Any suggestions?"
The jocks cackle, speaking to one another as they try to decide this man's fate. Mugrel waiting for a suggestion that catches his eye, and Sam being the one to give it.
"Boss! We should..."