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tylerfurlong! A sequel to when Tyler joins a pack of werewolves which you can read here, he now has to fight his impulses around enough food for the whole pack and a cute, gently encouraging tiger. Enjoy!
The large cat sat up, glancing at the bag Blake brought in. "Where'd you go for dinner, anyways?"
"Oh! Well, I think you're going to like this," Blake pulled a stack of Chinese take-out boxes. "So I was listening to some of Hank's stories, and he told some of his cousins about the time he met you. He said you like, totally tore up the Dragon Palace place?"
Tyler's ears flattened. "...What? But… Dragon Palace has been closed for…"
"A year? Yeah, I know! But they had their grand re-opening in town and I got your favorite, sweet and sour chicken. Hank said you ate—"
"A day's worth?" Tyler said with a leaden tone in his voice. Every werewolf had that one scent that sent them into a hunter's frenzy. Some of them were predictable; beef, venison, wild boar. Then some of them had more unique scents— like Hank and his pizza rolls. But for Tyler, he had sweet and sour chicken.
"Yeah!" Blake chuckled lightly, pulling out a gallon-sized tub filled to the brim with sweet and sour chicken. "Boy, I gotta tell you big guy, if you tear into this stuff and get nice and full for me, I have just the idea for dessert…" Blake winked at Tyler, entirely unaware of what he was about to unleash. "And I'm not talking about the fortune cookies, just so we're clear."
"Wait, Blake don't—!"
The tiger cracked the lid open, and then the smell hit Tyler like a truck. His eye twitched, but between how Blake had already wound him up and the unexpected assault of sweet and sour chicken on his senses, the battle was over before it even started. Blake got his wish as Tyler's sleeves split, the cat's arms locking and tensing, thick muscle bristling and tightening. His eyes suddenly lit up with intensity, and he let out a deep, early growl.
"Well, don't just sit there, come and get as much as you— shit!" Blake leapt out of the way just in time as Tyler slammed into the table, which promptly splintered and collapsed under his increasing weight as the beast within quickly surged to the front, fuelled entirely by a deep, unabiding hunger for sweet and sour chicken.
Tyler's jaws snapped shut around the tub of chinese take out, and when the plastic burst, sweet and sour sauce went everywhere. Greedy paws grabbed at gobs of the stuff, and when he shoved all of that into his mouth, Tyler was left licking the floor, entirely locked into the animalistic mindset. Blake, for his part, had scrambled to his feet and was left gawking at the monster where his kind-of boyfriend once was.
Tyler's fur grew thicker and darker, stripes unfurling to cover his broadening back and wrap around his thickened, powerful limbs. However, as he destroyed the rest of the take-out, those stripes were starting to stretch as they endeavored to cover the rest of his growing bulk. Usually, when he entered his lycan form, Tyler's extra weight was usually eaten up, giving him the build somewhere between a bear and a wall-shaped sabertooth tiger, thick with dense muscle and solid all over, but now the sudden expansion of his frame and his hundreds of extra pounds of muscle that came with the transformation now wasn't quite enough to offset the weight in his hefty middle; his were form now had a distinct pot-belly, and it was only growing larger as he fell deeper into a feeding frenzy, feverishly snapping up every last bite. What was supposed to be enough take-out for two, plus enough aside for generous leftovers, was gone in mere minutes.
Meanwhile, Blake was scrambling to his feet, his heart pounding in his chest. The tiger stared, eyes wide and mouth agape at Tyler's sudden transformation. While Tyler gorged himself on take-out, the tiger began to think quickly, looking for anything that could keep the beast at bay. His eyes fell on the kitchen, and while Tyler sniffed around for the last scraps, he inched his way towards the fully packed refrigerator. Keeping his eye trained on the increasingly large beast, Blake reached into the fridge, where they had packed away the smaller cuts of meat— bacon, ham, anything he could easily grab and slice up. Instantly, Tyler's head reared up, his nose sniffing the air. When his eyes locked on Blake and the armful of pork products, he let out a low growl and began stalking towards him.
tylerfurlong! A sequel to when Tyler joins a pack of werewolves which you can read here, he now has to fight his impulses around enough food for the whole pack and a cute, gently encouraging tiger. Enjoy!The large cat sat up, glancing at the bag Blake brought in. "Where'd you go for dinner, anyways?"
"Oh! Well, I think you're going to like this," Blake pulled a stack of Chinese take-out boxes. "So I was listening to some of Hank's stories, and he told some of his cousins about the time he met you. He said you like, totally tore up the Dragon Palace place?"
Tyler's ears flattened. "...What? But… Dragon Palace has been closed for…"
"A year? Yeah, I know! But they had their grand re-opening in town and I got your favorite, sweet and sour chicken. Hank said you ate—"
"A day's worth?" Tyler said with a leaden tone in his voice. Every werewolf had that one scent that sent them into a hunter's frenzy. Some of them were predictable; beef, venison, wild boar. Then some of them had more unique scents— like Hank and his pizza rolls. But for Tyler, he had sweet and sour chicken.
"Yeah!" Blake chuckled lightly, pulling out a gallon-sized tub filled to the brim with sweet and sour chicken. "Boy, I gotta tell you big guy, if you tear into this stuff and get nice and full for me, I have just the idea for dessert…" Blake winked at Tyler, entirely unaware of what he was about to unleash. "And I'm not talking about the fortune cookies, just so we're clear."
"Wait, Blake don't—!"
The tiger cracked the lid open, and then the smell hit Tyler like a truck. His eye twitched, but between how Blake had already wound him up and the unexpected assault of sweet and sour chicken on his senses, the battle was over before it even started. Blake got his wish as Tyler's sleeves split, the cat's arms locking and tensing, thick muscle bristling and tightening. His eyes suddenly lit up with intensity, and he let out a deep, early growl.
"Well, don't just sit there, come and get as much as you— shit!" Blake leapt out of the way just in time as Tyler slammed into the table, which promptly splintered and collapsed under his increasing weight as the beast within quickly surged to the front, fuelled entirely by a deep, unabiding hunger for sweet and sour chicken.
Tyler's jaws snapped shut around the tub of chinese take out, and when the plastic burst, sweet and sour sauce went everywhere. Greedy paws grabbed at gobs of the stuff, and when he shoved all of that into his mouth, Tyler was left licking the floor, entirely locked into the animalistic mindset. Blake, for his part, had scrambled to his feet and was left gawking at the monster where his kind-of boyfriend once was.
Tyler's fur grew thicker and darker, stripes unfurling to cover his broadening back and wrap around his thickened, powerful limbs. However, as he destroyed the rest of the take-out, those stripes were starting to stretch as they endeavored to cover the rest of his growing bulk. Usually, when he entered his lycan form, Tyler's extra weight was usually eaten up, giving him the build somewhere between a bear and a wall-shaped sabertooth tiger, thick with dense muscle and solid all over, but now the sudden expansion of his frame and his hundreds of extra pounds of muscle that came with the transformation now wasn't quite enough to offset the weight in his hefty middle; his were form now had a distinct pot-belly, and it was only growing larger as he fell deeper into a feeding frenzy, feverishly snapping up every last bite. What was supposed to be enough take-out for two, plus enough aside for generous leftovers, was gone in mere minutes.
Meanwhile, Blake was scrambling to his feet, his heart pounding in his chest. The tiger stared, eyes wide and mouth agape at Tyler's sudden transformation. While Tyler gorged himself on take-out, the tiger began to think quickly, looking for anything that could keep the beast at bay. His eyes fell on the kitchen, and while Tyler sniffed around for the last scraps, he inched his way towards the fully packed refrigerator. Keeping his eye trained on the increasingly large beast, Blake reached into the fridge, where they had packed away the smaller cuts of meat— bacon, ham, anything he could easily grab and slice up. Instantly, Tyler's head reared up, his nose sniffing the air. When his eyes locked on Blake and the armful of pork products, he let out a low growl and began stalking towards him.
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