A moment for love to occur between two jocks is interrupted by a pesky thing call 'the full moon.'

Again, this short story can easily stand on its own, but just may be part of my Wolf on the Field universe. If you all haven't already, check out my series.
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They walked together down the path of the woods. The night sky was clear, with stars littering the sky. The air was crisp, that brisk, yet slightly chilled feeling that overtook when one walked through it. Joseph pulled the front of his blazer tighter against him to stop his shivering. Next to him walked Anthony, who moved confidently, his back fully straight, chest slightly barreled outwards. More than likely he wasn't even trying to maintain that macho exterior considering he was their aggressive and assertive Center for their high school football team. Joseph, himself, was their team's Kicker. He had impressively thick legs, yet his upper torso area was lean.

For Joseph, this was the night he had long waited for. He wanted to wait on a Friday night, after a home game. He wanted them to have been brothers on the field, working for a common cause, then walk back down the bike trail together in their wet jerseys and jeans that could barely slide over their sweat-drenched legs. Anthony had been initially wanting to avoid Joseph, almost daring to tell him that he didn't want to be around anyone, which didn't make sense considering they had a massive home run against their rival. Much of that was due to Anthony, who was on fire as he snapped the ball during each play and was holding back an opponent that was two-sizes his own frame in weight.

Joseph wanted to touch Anthony's hand, hold it. He didn't even know if Anthony was bisexual, but something made him suspect that if he confessed his feelings, Anthony would be receptive. In fact, it was half of the reason why he chose the middle of the woods to confess his year-long crush on his teammate: he wanted it to be private and discrete. If Anthony was receptive, he was open to have a discrete relationship under the radar. Nobody needed to know.

For Anthony, he couldn't stop sweating. He wanted to get home as fast as he could. The game was incredible. He could still feel the euphoria from it, the sounds of the crowds screaming due to his actions on the field. It was obnoxious that he had to deal with certain things on this night, thinking that as he glanced upwards at the sky. He had been sticky with sweat from the game, but his body was profusely sweating much more, further drenching his football jersey and soaking his denim jeans. His body was also sore, as if his muscles were contracting and tensioning.

"So I was hoping we could talk," Joseph said as they walked down together.

"Yeah, what about?"

Anthony began to feel a tugging at his fingernails. At the tips of all his nails, he felt them heaving upwards. He shoved his hands into his jean pockets, to conceal his hands. Within his pockets, he felt an intense pressure, pushing his nails. He was surprised it was happening as early as it was, but he had time. He wasn't too worried. He bit his lip, trying not to moan in pain as he felt his nails grow out slightly more and began to sharpen into claws.

"I just think we have a bit of a connection, you know," Joseph said.

"We do. We play really well together on the field."

"Yeah, but I also mean...well, I don't know. Maybe kinda beyond that."

Anthony felt his arms and chest thickening beneath his jersey, his already big muscles swelling further, beginning to stretch his clothes. At the same time he began to feel a brushy feeling against his legs, arms, and chest. Fur. He could feel it sprouting from the pores of his skin. A few strands at first, very apparently felt by Anthony as they erupted from his skin, but then began to fill in thicker and faster. He could feel the fur filling up any gaps that were between his leg and his jeans, limiting their construction. He started to walk faster, trying to get home and break away from Joseph.

"I'm not sure what I'm saying," Joseph said. "Maybe you've thought about me once or twice outside of the field."

At that moment Anthony felt a series of aches in his back and his spine arching upwards. That uncomfortable feeling made him hastily stop in his track and he uttered a surprised gasp from his mouth, not truly able to hide the reformation of his spine. The pain traveling down his back made him want to hunch over and stick his butt out, which he knew would make him more comfortable, but he resisted. He noticed Joseph staring at him and decided it was a fair moment to try to deflect.

"You're trying to me that you're into me," Anthony offered, having known about Joseph's crush for a long time. Personally, he thought Joseph was adorable and watching him kick every game was a bit of a turn-on, but he had kept that part of him secret...among other things.

"Yeah," Joseph said, smiling. "I am. I'm *really* into you."

Anthony clenched his eyes clothes, and gritted his teeth in agony as he felt his spine lengthening downwards further. As he gritted his teeth, he felt his incisors extending into fangs. He gripped his legs with his thickening and lengthening claws in his pocket, tearing the inner fabric of his jeans and directly pinching his now-furry legs.

He wanted to move, but he could barely take a step, especially in that he could feel his toenails starting to grow into claws, that same pushing tension his fingernails had experienced. He could feel his feet lengthening as well, the bone and muscle giving way, and thrusting themselves forward against the base of his Vans shoes.

Joseph, staring at the eye-shut Anthony, knew that this was a scary proposition to admit he liked a guy as well. He didn't want to push it, but he wanted to know if Anthony felt the same. "Do you *really* like me?"

The pain was unbearable. He felt the first nub of a tail erupt from his backside and quickly began to wiggle its way down into the base of his pants. The tip of his slowly growing tail was teasing against his underwear before beginning to collide with the seat of denim jeans. It was only a few inches, but enough that he could feel his new appendage and knowing it would only get thicker and longer momentarily.

Anthony, unable to speak, without revealing his fangs, attempted to murmur a 'mmhmm,' but instead growled.

Joseph stared at Anthony curious, confused that was the response he got. "Are you playing a joke on me?" Joseph said, feeling betrayed. He saw that Anthony wasn't responding and was still clenching his eyes closed. Yeah...this whole thing was a joke on him. Joseph felt heartbroken and wanted to cry, but wasn't about to show it to someone he nearly poured his soul towards. "Forget it," he said. "I just realized I forgot my gloves in the locker room. I'm going back for them."

Joseph walked off, trying not to come off as angry, despite the complete fury he felt. He had already decided he'd quit the football team tomorrow to avoid Anthony. He wasn't about to endure this humiliation for a season. He glanced over his shoulder as he left Anthony behind, seeing him still standing where he had been. "Someday I'll find someone to truly make me happy," he muttered to himself.

Still in the woods, Anthony, completely oblivious that Joseph had left, was trying to control himself from transforming further, but it was all in vain. His tail pushed out further, exploding out of the back of his pants. His jeans split at the thigh, with muscle and fur pouring out, tearing his jeans upwards. His feet burst through the front of his shoes, exposing his lethal paws.

Anthony opened his mouth and moaned, as his fangs further lengthened and fur sprouted on his face. His jersey and jacket split as the back, with his light brown fur further agitating the fabric and splitting it further off his body. He pulled his hands out of his pockets, revealing the thin, lengthened fingers with incredible dangerous claws on each finger.

He squatted downwards, sticking his butt out, ironically in the very same position he was in earlier before snapping the ball to his QB. The only difference was the enormous tail that was waving behind him that further split his pants open as it needed more room to move.

He bared he teeth and growled as he felt his ears brushing against his hair and stretching upwards into points. He felt his face push forward, with his nose and mouth realigning together into the vicious muzzle that would hunt on this night.

His chest further barreled out, tearing the remainder of his tattered shirt off him. His butt thickened further, with his tail finishing up with its furry growth, before the remainder of his pants tore and fall to the ground in tatters.

As a few patches of fur covered the remaining splotches of white skin, Anthony's eyes turned yellow and his ears finished moving to the top of his head.

Anthony had always wanted to be simply a star football player. He achieved that. He wanted to be popular. He achieved that too. He wanted to be muscular and attractive. He achieved that also. He wanted to love Joseph. He failed at that. Anthony was well aware that being a werewolf that always be difficult. How could Joseph ever understand?

Anthony howled upwards at the full moon, dedicating it to Joseph.