"Okay, Wolf, you can get up now."
Wolf groaned as he slowly got up. His shoulder was sore from lying on the hard floor. If it wasn't for that discomfort he probably would have fallen asleep. That and the ache in his rear that he wasn't allowed to rub yet. And the fact that every time he tried to sneak a look over his shoulder at the clock, Logan firmly pressed his foot against his neck to keep his head down.
He stretched and yawned. Now that he could see the clock, he saw that he had been lying there for at least an hour.
"Come here," Logan said, and he immediately obeyed.
Logan was still sitting on the stack of wrestling mats, but by now he had a beer for himself and a soda waiting for Wolf. "Are you going to behave now?" he asked.
Wolf nodded, avoiding his eyes.
Logan sighed. "You can talk," he said, "And you know I want you to look me in the eyes. Let's try this again: Are you going to behave now?"
Wolf sighed and reluctantly looked at him. "Yeah, I'll behave."
"Good," he smirked, "You can rub now." He had to laugh as Wolf began to frantically rub his behind, even though it probably wouldn't do much by now.
Wolf glared in his direction. "Don't laugh at me!" he growled.
"Calm down, pup," Logan smirked and pet his head.
Wolf ducked and pushed his hand away. "Stop!" Then he reached for the soda.
Logan pulled it away. "You can drink it after you show me this other form of yours."
He rolled his eyes. "It's not another form. It's more like me pausing the process between forms."
"Whatever. Show it to me."
Wolf sighed and began to take off his shirt.
Logan looked at him. "What the h#ll do you think you're doing? Keep your clothes on!"
He rolled his eyes again as he took off his pants. "Humans! You guys are so attached to your clothes, but they don't do much for you. They barely even keep you warm. A fur coat is much better." He left his boxers on, though, because Logan seemed uncomfortable.
Then he closed his eyes and let the beast take over as much as it could before he would cease to be human. At that exact moment he stopped it; had he allowed it to take a fraction more then he wouldn't be able to stop himself from changing the whole way. When he was done he opened his eyes.
Logan stood and looked at him. "Whoa"
The first thing he noticed was how much more hair Wolf had. Long sideburns bordered his face as hair curled out from under his chin. His upper back, chest, arms, and legs were all covered, and he guessed that there were places he couldn't see that were also coated in hair. He did have shorter, fuzzier hair on parts of his neck, parts of his face, abs, fingers, and lower back. The only places without hair were the other parts of his face (nose, around the eyes, and mouth), palms, and the bottoms of his feet. Strangely enough, all of this hair was still red, not the bluish grey of his wolf-form.
The next thing he noticed was that Wolf had much more upper body strength. Muscles bulged on his arms where he just didn't have any before. His shoulders were also hunched, and his neck was thicker.
As Logan walked behind him, he noticed the tail pushing its way out of his boxers and had to laugh. It was shorter than his regular tail, but it was a good foot long at least. He tugged it.
"Hey!" Wolf protested. It didn't really hurt; it just felt weird. Imagine someone pulling on the base of your spine and you'll know what it felt like.
His fangs were also longer, and his ears slightly pointier, but he was definitely still more human than wolf.
Logan noted that he was leaning forward to stand on his toes rather than the whole foot. His feet also seemed longer, and the nails were slightly grey and thicker.
"Why are you doing that?" he asked, pointing to his feet.
Wolf shrugged slightly. "It's harder to balance when I'm like this and standing on flat feet," he said in a deep, gruff voice.
"And what's with the voice?"
"How should I know? This is just how it gets."
"Sometime I'm gonna let Jean and Hank look at this, they'd be thrilled," Logan smirked.
Wolf rolled his eyes. He was not going to be their next science project.
Logan sat down again and sipped from his beer. "So why don't you go around like that all the time? It's definitely more intimidating."
Wolf went back to human. "It's too awkward," he shook himself, "It's hard to breathe and balance, for one thing. And I think some of my muscles are starting to change, so everything feels stiff and it's hard to move." He slowly lowered himself on the mat next to Logan, who handed him his soda. "When I'm like that I'm colorblind, half deaf, and can't move quickly. It's just not worth it."
Logan nodded. "I guess it's not. Maybe it could startle someone though and give you a few extra seconds of attack."
Wolf just shrugged and sipped his soda. "Can I go to bed now?" he asked. After everything he was exhausted.
"No," Logan said as he reached in his pocket and took out the collar. Wolf groaned when he saw it. "You still have your detention to finish."
Wolf whined as Logan put the collar around his neck. "But-!"
"Don't argue with me," Logan growled, looking him in the eye.
Wolf sighed and looked down in submission.
Logan stood and walked back to his office. "Bring your soda, you can drink it while you write."
As expected, Wolf silently picked it up and followed.
Thirty five minutes later and Wolf plodded to his room and collapsed in bed. His butt hurt and now his hand hurt and he felt sore everywhere from the fight and lying down after it. All he wanted to do was curl up into a ball and fall asleep, which is exactly what he did. He fell into a deep, peaceful sleep that was void of the dreams that usually had him thrashing and whining in his sleep.