Wawik's Change (Chapter 1)
Wawik's Change
Chapter 1
It had started to rain again. In fact, the jackal couldn't think of a time where there hadn't been at least a light drizzle ever since he entered those dreaded mountains. The young warrior continued his way through the lush forest, grumbling as he wrapped his leather cloak tighter around his body. „Why me?" he said to himself, but there was nobody around to hear the answer, an answer he knew all too well.
He knew quite well indeed; it was the village elders who had hand-picked him from the horde of aspiring warriors after that little nighttime episode with the frisky lad in the bushes by the village pump. In hindsight, it hadn't been very wise shagging his lover out there in the open, but with what little privacy the village had, they would've found out about it at some point anyhow, or that was what he thought at least.
In retrospective, it probably wasn't the wisest idea to go and pork his friend out in the open, but he had never been one to turn down such an offer, and that ass was just so smooth.. unfortunately, the village council wasn't as comfortable with two of the young warriors engaging in an act of sodomy as he and his friend were. Given that he was the older one of the pair, just shy of twenty-three years, the village elders decided to give him an opportunity to „regain" his reputation. Of course, that pretty much meant deciding whether to kick the faggot to the kerb right now or later, but Wawik had thought at the time it might be better to stay in the village for a tad bit longer than being thrown into the desert, so he grudgingly agreed.
His task was to find the beast that had kept the villagers scared for months - cattle kept disappearing in worryingly high numbers, and nobody had ever seen any tracks or found carcasses. The shaman, after a lengthy session during which many drugs were consumed, had decided the beast must be hiding in the forested mountains, a good seven days' hike away from the village, but nobody had been daring enough to actually go and investigate. Now that they had Wawik by the balls, quite literally speaking, he had been sent off to see what this was about and, if possible, to kill the creature.
„Why me," the jackal grumbled to himself again, pulling his cloak over his head to shelter himself from the rain. As a desert dweller, he wasn't used to the moist, sticky air of the forest and the regular rainshowers. On top of it, he had been roaming around that godforsaken forest for at least two days now, and not found a trace of the beast that bothered the village so far. In fact, he didn't even know if it came from the forests at all or if it was just a clever ploy to get him out... his thoughts were swiftly interrupted by the loud boom of lightning echoing in the hills.
Wawik drooped his ears and thought to himself, „Oh no, not again. Time to look for shelter." Most of his equipment couldn't really be called waterproof, and all he had for clothing was his usual loincloth and the leather cloak - perfectly fine for the desert, but more than just a bit underdressed in the woodlands. The cloak didn't really fit him properly, as it had been handed down through the generations, but not been made for a guy like him, standing at nearly seven feet.
Wawik perked his ears as he scanned his surroundings for suitable shelter, then noticed a
recession in a nearby hill. „That'll do for the moment," he thought, „but I'd better find
that thing soon or I'll be damned."
The cave wasn't the most comfortable place in the world, but at least it was dry. The jackal removed his garments and backpack, then shook his fur thoroughly, soaked from the rain. Standing naked, he looked down at his equipment and sighed. His paw stroked his sizable sheath and peeled back the white-furred cover, fondling his pointed tip with a thumb, the jackal muttering to himself. „Must be the weather.. or I'm possibly going frigid," he thought. He wasn't a small boy, neither in size nor in girth, but ever since the incident with the village elders he just didn't feel like doing „it" anymore. With a deep sigh of sexual frustration, he curled up on the barren floor and drifted off to an uneasy sleep, the rain pouring as darkness settled over the forest.
*
He didn't know how long he had slept, in fact he didn't even know which day it was, but what he did know that something was very, very wrong. The jackal tilted his head and let out a muffled groan, only to quickly close his muzzle again, instinctively covering it up with his paw.
There it was, just what he had been searching for - a large, shimmering creature unlike anything he'd ever seen before or heard of in the stories of the elders, its silver scales moving slowly as the creature breathed. Nearly four times as long as he was tall, with a spiked tail, it stood right in front of him, examining him with its glowing yellow eyes. Wawik tried to stay as still as he could, his eyes meeting those of the creature, the jackal shivering all of a sudden as he was lying naked on the stone floor, all his weapons and dignity well out of reach.
The jackal emitted a high-pitched squeal as the dragon sprung forward and grabbed him with a clawed forefoot, making it heavy for him to breathe as the scaled creature squeezed down on him. He whined, squirming in the dragon's grasp, the deafening roar of the big silver monster echoing in the cave. As the dragon sat on its haunches, another foreclaw grabbed his legs, forcibly pushing them apart. Wawik tilted his head as he felt the cold air brush against his sheathed maleness, the dragon apparently fondling, trying to find something... then yelped in pain as one of the dragon's fingers pried open his anal ring. Normally he would've been quite loose, but after no sex for three weeks he was rather tight, making this procedure extra painful for him. „Nnn... aah, what are you doing!" he squealed in terror, somehow still hoping the beast would be able to understand his speech, its feral look nonwithstanding.
His words echoed in the chamber, but to no avail - the dragon kept prodding and poking, Wawik's torn ass sending shockwaves of pain through his body. The jackal whimpered lowly, but then whimpers turned into outright screams as the clawed fingers withdrew, and another, much larger appendage started violating his rear - the jackal looked down in the twilight, his eyes watering from pain as he gazed upon the dragon's maleness - it was quite definitely well equipped, even relative to its size. The ribbed black shaft was at least ten feet in length and three in girth, insistingly pushing at the jackal's entrance underneath his tail, in danger of seriously dislodging his hips. „This beast is going to kill me," he thought, his heart throbbing as he tensed in the tight grasp. „Got to get my backpack, somehow...somehow..." he thought, but was firmly interrupted by the disturbing noise of his sphincter giving way to the dragon's cock. „Aaaahh!", he screamed loudly, „Fuck! Stop that, you brute!"; his helpless complaints drowned in the deafening roar of the beast.
As the dragon violated his rear, Wawik's mind raced. Somehow, he had to defy this creature if he didn't want to get ripped apart. But it was so hard to think... he could feel his member rise from its shaft, his ass feeling like someone was pouring hot coals right into his guts. „Why is this turning me so on?" he said, „I'm getting raped! I shouldn't get a boner from this. Must find a way to stop this.." Looking around, he found his bag still by the entrance, lying half open on the floor. „If I could just reach that dagger," he thought to himself, wriggling in the beast's grasp. Meanwhile, his body started to betray his mind quite obviously. The dragon's shaft was now a good three feet inside him, bulging out his guts in a nearly comical fashion, the jackal's sphincter stretched widely around the dragon. His own canine member was aching, hard and knotted, standing at its full length of nearly a foot and a half, throbbing and leaking white pre. While his body, pushed into sexual overdrive by the penetrating dragon, rippled and shuddered, the jackal focused all his thoughts on reaching that dagger. He stretched out, his arms desperately reaching for his backpack, then, just as he felt his own orgasm rock his body, his seed gushing out of his aching cock, he managed to grab the weapon and pull it out of his backpack. Spasming and squirming, he jabbed the blade into the dragon's throat, then felt himself get dizzy, passing out from all the pain and exhaustion.
*
Wawik shuddered as he awoke, once again, on the cold floor. This time around though, something heavy was lying on top of him. Growling and heaving, trying to push the limp body away, he soon realised it was the dragon. Did he really succeed? Did he bring that huge dragon down with just his tiny little dagger?
Blinking a bit as he got oriented, he reached out to struggle for freedom - and felt blood drip onto his paw. Looking up, he saw the dagger firmly embedded in the dragon's treelike neck, the blade shimmering between the scales. „Must've hit a weak spot... who would've guessed." he said to himself, moving his body from under the dragon carefully to see whether anything was broken or damaged. As he stood up, the jackal whimpered softly, copious amounts of dragon seed draining from his still burning rear. „That son of a bitch," he thought, „I'm lucky he didn't get fully inside me." Looking down at his own cum-drenched belly, he shuddered, „Wonder why that made me so horny, though.." His paw slid down to touch his limp member, but then he retreated, deeming the dead dragon more important than jerking off, at least for the moment.
Gathering his possessions and pulling the dagger out of the dragon, he decided to leave in a hurry. To not return to the village empty-handed, he cut off one of the dragon's horns, putting it into his backpack, then Wawik hurried down the hill and back into the forest. He didn't want to take any chances of running into other beasts of this kin, and he knew it would be a long way back to the village. Disappearing into the densely fogged morning, he still thought to himself, „Why did it make me so horny? What did it want?", walking with splayed legs, his anal ring still widened.
He would find out soon, sooner than he could possibly imagine.