Wawik's Change (Chapter 2)
In this chapter, Wawik has made his escape from the dragon, only to be met with a few surprises in the forest - first, his physical changes are setting in, secondly, he's about to meet someone who's going to provide some vital information to him in chapter 3 (whenever I may finish that one).
Wawik's Change
Chapter 2
Wawik panted heavily. He had been half walking, half running at a steady pace, and by now the midday sun was heating up the broadleaf forest, making the air foggy and moist. He leaned against a tree, his large tongue hanging out of his white muzzle, turning his head to check whether he could see the hill anymore.
The jackal kept on wheezing and panting, slowly sliding down to sit down on the warm, moist grass. He let out a muffled yelp as his sensitive rear forcibly reminded him of the encounter with the dragon just several hours ago. „Time to assess the damage," he grumbled to himself, slowly reaching down to feel what the creature had done to him.
„Ow!" He yelped as his paw brushed against his torn sphincter, the hole still widely stretched, the fur around it stained by the dragon's dried seed. „I better find somewhere to wash this off," he murmured to himself, scanning his surroundings with his ears, „there seems to be a stream over there.."
His thoughts were swiftly interrupted by an aching, nagging feeling originating from his loins. While the jackal had evaluated the damage to his sphincter, his shaft had started to tingle, the canine's red shaft steadily emerging and swelling against his abdomen. He let out a sigh, rumbling, „Oh, yeah, forgot you're craving for attention too." Letting his paw slide out between his legs and across his shaft, the jackal idly wondered why he'd been so turned on ever since the dragon raped him, especially considering his near-frigid state the days before. He kept on petting and caressing his jackalhood, shrugging it off as a side-effect of the deep pounding he'd received, or just his hormones going wild.
Unbeknownst to the jackal, his hormones had been going wild indeed, and the panting was not only a result of his hasty descent from the hill. The moment he touched his aching member, Wawik squeamed as sensations of pleasure ran through his body, unlike anything he had ever felt before. The jackal's mind raced as his body tensed up, little sparkles appearing in his vision as he wrapped his second paw around his needy cock as well. He kept stroking the canine member, quickly and firmly, like he always had done - but something was different this time. Being a big boy, just a bit shy of seven and a half feet, he was gifted with equally large equipment, about one and a half feet on a good day.
As he kept stroking that length, his paws squirmed and squelched his shaft, the jackal's member unusually flexible, as if it was kept in a permanently limp state. He snarled frustratedly and kept stroking harder and faster, his teeth grinding against each other as his mind begged for release. His member, releasing tiny droplets of white pre, kept swelling and distorting in his paws, wobbling like an oversized snake. Eventually, after a few minutes of heavy stroking that made his joints and shoulders ache, he could feel his knot start to swell, usually a telltale sign that release was imminent.
This orgasm, however, should be different. His skin stretched around the growing bulge like a tight-fitting condom, the jackal whimpering as his pleasure was getting overshadowed by pain. Haplessly stroking, he begged for release as the aching feeling spread through the whole of his member as it grew to ridiculous proportions. „What... what is happening to me?" he thought in the back of his mind, emitting a low-pitched whine as his member started to ache all over, its sandpapery skin feeling tight, as if it was going to burst open any moment. His member had gained another fair six inches, two feet in length by now, his knot a hefty ten inches in diameter, throbbing, leaking clear goo onto his chest. He dug his claws into the soft forest floor, screaming as he was lying on his back, naked, his erect red tower twitching haphazardly in the air as the burning feeling spread through his groin, feeling like someone had poured hot, burning charcoal onto his privates. Tears ran down his cheeks, his tongue hanging out of his muzzle as the jackal panted heavily, his eyes going wide as he watched his new enlarged equipment spasm and jerk, veins bulging on the throbbing shaft.
Then, in the blink of an eye, he finally was able to relieve himself. A thick jet of cum sprayed high into the air, splattering his face and chest in the thick white semen, some of it even dripping off his tall ears. The jackal instinctively jammed his eyes shut, grinding his teeth as he kept cumming for a good while, thoroughly messing up himself. The orgasm did help to keep his pain levels down, his adrenaline-pumped body twitching as he creamed himself in the twilight of the forest. He kept going for a good two to three minutes until he opened his eyes again, wiping his face with his paws, licking the sides of his muzzle to get rid of his seed.
He groaned, lying on the forest floor, listening to his heart pumping vigorously. „What in the name of the gods did just happen to me?" he murmured, his body aching all over. Wawik moved slowly to sit against the tree he had been lying under, his tongue hanging out of his muzzle as he kept on panting. Gazing down at his limp malehood, which lay lewdly in his groin, he thought to himself, „This is definitely not normal. What on earth did that beast do to me?", watching his member as it shrunk back into his sheath, the jackal squirming as both his sphincter and his shaft were now painful from the changes he'd gone through. He looked at his dripping chest and abs, sighing softly, „Definitely need a bath now."
The clearing wasn't very far, perhaps two minutes on foot. Deciduous trees grew high into the sky, their thick leaves dampening the bright light of the afternoon sun. A stream ran through it, dabbling and purling as it carried the water from the mountains. In the middle of the forest, a small lake had formed, fueled by the stream's clear water, its sandy banks gently sloping towards the deeper waters. Wawik put down his backpack and garments on the grass, then took out a sponge and a bar of soap, setting a foot into the water.
He squirmed a bit as he waded deeper into the lake, his torn tailhole tingling as the cool water flushed out the dried up dragon seed. Moistening the sponge, he started to clean himself off, shuddering at the sensation of the cold water on his body, his sensitive nipples perking up as he brushed over them. Looking at his reflection, he seemed pensive for a moment, then reached down to feel his abdomen. Even through the wet fur, it was obvious that his once-muscular abs had swollen in the past hours, his sixpack now gone, developed into a small bulge. He grunted as it felt firm to the touch, his pained rear and sheath tingling once again while he rubbed over them with the sponge. „I see no blood," he thought to himself, „but I hope there's no internal damage, or I won't make it home..."
Suddenly, he heard branches crack in the forest. Turning his large ears, he tilted his head, trying to make something from the noise. He'd encountered his fair share of small forest animals, even killed some for food while in search of the dragon, but these footfalls were different, larger than anything he had encountered. He curled his nose as he tried to pick up a scent, but he had not yet grown accustomed to the plethora of different smells present in the forest, his nose more accustomed to the virtually odourless savannah and desert. In his current defenseless state, he decided it would be best to duck, disappearing in the lake save for the top of his head and his nervously twitching ears, his eyes observing the area where the sound had come from.
A creature emerged from the forest, a good five to six feet tall. Wawik had swum quite a bit into the lake that occupied most of the clearing, therefore he had to squint his eyes to get a glimpse of what, or rather who, was walking up to the lakeshore. Clearly the creature was bipedal, obviously a canid like him, but unlike anything he'd ever seen before. Having lived in the desert village, he'd only had minimal contact to outsiders - jackals certainly were the species he was most familiar with, with the occasional visitor from other tribes. Other than that, fennec foxes were few and far between, and he'd only heard of even more exotic species from the stories of the elders. The woodlands, however, were an area most of his tribe had always avoided; he did not know exactly why, but there was little business to do there anyways. He watched, staying very still in the water, as the creature stepped closer. The creature was dressed in strange garments, footpaws covered by thick, rugged footwear held together with laces, grey furred legs covered by knee-length trousers, held in place by a leather belt, some sort of tool bag obviously hanging from the side of the trousers. The canid stood at maybe five to six feet, the upper body left unclothed with gray fur and a tiny patch of white running down the chest, continuing under the canid's chin, the head bulky, with a long muzzle and small, pointed ears, the strap of a leather belt thrown over the canid's shoulder.
Wawik tried to make as little noise as possible, holding his breath as the unknown male sat down on the shore, digging into his tool bag to pull out a shiny flask. The glare was blinding, the material unlike anything Wawik had seen before - probably some sort of metal, from the looks of it, but polished better than any of the blacksmiths in his village could ever do. He blushed involuntarily, feeling like a savage as he watched the other traveller fill his flask with stream water, then blushed even more as the other male noticed his backpack, cloak and loincloth lying on the shore. Slowly recapping his aluminium flask, the strangely dressed male looked around cautiously, his eyes narrowing to slits, ears scanning the surroundings. Wawik held his breath, drooping his ears as he tried to duck as deep into the water as possible, his heart pounding nervously.
The grey canine curled his nose as he sniffed the leather cloak and the loincloth, his ears still twitching cautiously. His eyes narrowed as he scanned the reflecting pool, listening for the gurgling of the stream and the chirping of the birds. The jackal froze as the other canine's eyes met his, thinking of going for a dive, but it was too late now.
„Hey! What are you doing here?"