Who Wolf
Here's my entry for the contest. Sadly I ran out of time like crazy, and I had to collapse like half the story into just a few paragraphs. I'll go back and really write it as it was meant to be sometime, but figured I'd at least enter something into the story.
Yes, the title is a terrible pun. My apologies.
It was the witching hour, nothing so crude as midnight of course. Anyone can be a witch at midnight under a full moon. It was past 3 am and he had been awoken by a hand on his shoulder, shaking him urgently. His eyes opened to an unfamiliar ceiling and the usual questions of "Who am I?" "Where am I?" "Am I wearing clothes?" filled his head and were promptly banished. A finger pressed against his lips and words were whispered into his ear barely above the threshold of hearing, the voice one of a distant memory his sleep addled brain could not yet recollect.
"I want to tell you a secret."
That was briefly comforting, because a secret was about the only thing that could explain what was happening. The only objects in his vision were the treetops and the bright orbs that filled the sky - and the moon. The shiver that the sight of the moon sent through his body was one of a number of confusing realizations darting through his head. Why he knew it was 3AM so surely, why he could feel exactly how long until the sun came up, didn't make sense either.
The cloudiness of sleep began to clear, and one question was answered - Jeremy; that was who he was. Not that there was much reason to care; the deeper part of that question yielded little of interest to most in this world.
Sleepy curiosity was quickly replaced by panic, accompanied by a predictable rush of adrenaline when he saw what he thought was an animal head appear above his and a second later, when his eyes were covered with a furry paw. Jeremy instantly flung his body, trying to get away from the fur that now blocked his vision. His struggles quickly brought to his attention the heavy weight on his lower body, and one of his questions was answered - the way the weight pressed warmth into his body, he probably wasn't wearing anything.
That did little to ease his fears, though, as along with the warmth was a particular fuzzy feeling - whatever it was that was holding him down was definitely some kind of animal! "Get off...!" he started to say, when suddenly a sharp claw on his neck cut him off. There was nothing said, no force, no movement at all from whatever it was that was restraining him - just a simple, calm, unspoken threat.
Jeremy found that the only sensations now were his own breathing and the much slower inhale and exhale of the being above him. He could feel the weight of the furry body making it harder for him as he lay there panting, eyes covered and slowly becoming...almost cozy? Surprised as he was, he reasoned to himself that he might as well relax now; escape would have to wait until whatever this thing was had him in a little less compromising position. Besides, the heat, fuzziness, and darkness that surrounded him was very calming.
He wasn't sure quite how much time passed, but one realization did stand out to Jeremy - he could feel the sun getting closer. Slowly, his breathing returned to normal while he lay prone. Finally, the quiet night was broken as a maw pressed close to his ear. When it grazed his cheek, Jeremy flinched slightly, instantly recognizing the dog-like cold nose and whiskers.
Memories rushed to his mind, helping him relive minutes in only second. Claws dug into his back, pain causing him to arch into the fur of the male in front of him, who was only smiling back, seemingly unsympathetic... A pack of these creatures, men turned wolves, bewitched of and beholden to the moon, was surrounding him. In a flash they were on him, and he was tumbling between them. Arms pulled, claws gripped, growls and snarls were everywhere...
The memories jumped again and his head was pressed into a warm chest, strong furry arms wrapped around him. Another jump and he was running through the forest, glancing back and seeing the distance between him and the wolf closing. What order these events happened in, Jeremy had no idea, but he knew now even without looking what restrained him. This moment was much calmer, his grip more caring than those memories - what else was there to this story? His pondering was interrupted as warm canine breath tickled his ear.
"The secret is...you love me."
A multitude of new thoughts shot through Jeremy's mind, none of them believing what he'd heard. How could someone keep that a secret from him? Wouldn't he know if he loved this..thing? How could he love something if he didn't even know what it was? Really, how did this thing even talk? How was any of this possible?
"Sssh...that's it...try and remember." he...it...said, and a furry muzzle rubbed along a sensitive neck, drawing a shiver from Jeremy. Still, love - that just didn't fit. How could he love someone - something - he didn't even know? He lay back, confused, and tried to remember, and then unbidden memories entered his mind.
The day they'd first met, there were other things on Jeremy's mind. One of their secretaries had walked around, introducing Mark as a newcomer from a nearby rural area. Jeremy just gave him a cursory nod, continuing to focus on the numbers on his screen, wondering who'd made the mistake he was going to have to track down. Things didn't fit, and he'd been at this job long enough to know - not that anyone appreciated it really.
Just as Jeremy's mind drifted back to the present and he began to wonder why that memory had jumped to mind, another pushed its way to the front. Mark and he were lying on the grassy lawn of a park in the city, staring up at the stars. Then, doing the same, they lay on a hillside somewhere in the country. That time, though, Jeremy remembered the feel of a warm arm around his shoulders. It was one of their favorite things to do, something they'd spent hours at...
Jeremy blushed into the fur on his face as he began to grasp why these memories were the ones filling his head as he tried to remember whatever love this wolf believed was in his heart. Though he'd not really thought about the idea he was falling in love, what else could it be? The way things felt special, the way they cared for each other - the time they spent...
Other recollections began to fill in the details of the story; how they'd gotten from that uncaring nod to a pair. After they met, it'd been a few more days before they saw each other again. Jeremy was there in a quiet office; everyone else had left right at 5 - Mark had clearly been in some meeting or training, and was now looking, confused, around the office. "They're all gone um...Rob is it?"
"Mark" he replied sheepishly.
"Yep; everyone leaves when the whistle blows, so to speak. Looking for someone?"
"Oh; I don't have a refrigerator yet, so I was just checking to see if anyone had dinner plans, but I guess I'm too late."
Jeremy had paused for a moment then. Why not; it's not like anything better awaited him at home. "Let me wrap up here; I know a place not too far from here that's pretty cheap and has the best grilled cheese I've ever known."
That evening had been one of the better ones in his memory. Mark, surprisingly, had proven to be as adept a conversationalist as Jeremy, and he knew before the night was up that they'd both found a new friend. He'd even already picked out a few of there more...distinct...personalities in the office, and they'd had quite a few chuckles about them.
Somehow Jeremy's mind pulled him back to reality, and he realized that as happy as that love might make him, it didn't fit here. That couldn't be the love he was talking about. A few second later, it hit him - there was more than one kind of love. Maybe he meant physical love...
Instantly he was taken to a moment in his past that verified this idea. It was the most open he'd ever been, forced into the ground as the knot finally stretched his sphincter enough that it popped inside. Detached, he could hear himself yelp in pain and surprise, and then he remembered a heavy, pleasured panting that matched that of the wolf who was dominating him.
Even with the knot fully inside him, the girth of the werewolf was stretching his body to new limits. That sensation was quickly replaced though as the werewolf continued his thrusting, and Jeremy could recall how the dirt and grass tasted while his body was forced into the ground with each hump. Each pull back, the knot tugged at his insides, threatening to stretch him wide again before being pressed back deep another time.
Now beyond his control, his mind drifted back a little - before the knot. There had been plenty of physical love then too. Jeremy remembered just how it'd felt when that canine tip had first pressed on that special spot inside. His mind lingered on the thought of the squish and effortless slide that they'd had once the wolf had put enough pre inside him. Unconsciously, his gritted his teeth as he remembered what it felt like to have that knot banging against his sensitive entrance, knowing it would enter but not when, feeling the strength in those hips and knowing it would eventually overcome his body's resistance.
With the sensual nature of these recollections, Jeremy couldn't overcome the urge to linger on their sex. It may have been raw and bestial, but it was clear in his mind how much he'd enjoyed it. Those powerful furry arms were wrapped around his torso, gripping and squeezing hard as they worked in concert with his legs to press their bodies hard together. Claws dug and scrapped at his skin, the roughness only adding to the edginess of their pleasure, mating in a clearing where all could see.
The large wolf had a cock to match; each thrust had reinforced that for Jeremy. The tip pressed well past his prostate, which was rubbed agonizingly gently by the shaft. Growls and grunts filled his ears, the dominant male's head resting on his as he worked their bodies together.
Every few thrusts, the power in those hips would cause the hind legs to slip and scrape at the dirt, and the heavy furry body would rest more on him, pushing him down farther. It was a true dominance position - Jeremy's head was so low as to almost touch the ground while his hips stayed high in the air, showing off his eagerness for the male above him. His whimpers and moans only showed all the more how needy he was for the male whose breeding tool was working through his innards.
Each moment filled Jeremy with sensation. Pleasure shot through his body with every push and pull of the maleness lodged deep inside; he could feel the large cock spreading warmth inside him while his tunnel gripped tightly around it. The way the furry male's body surrounded his through their movements reminded him constantly of the powerful being that was mating him, dominating him, making Jeremy his, adding a mental edge to their physical pleasure.
Jeremy's thoughts were brought back to the present as he shivered slightly in pleasure, realizing a furry leg was now rubbing back and forth slowly over his hardness. The feeling reminded he was naked, thoughts and desires fully exposed, and his blush deepened.
A deep chuckle sounded from the creature above him, the large body shaking lightly atop Jeremy. "I guess I know which memories are coming back to you. Little wonder with the way you squirmed and moaned for me. I'm sure you'll be remembering those moments for a lifetime." That answered one question for him - the male holding him now must be the wolf from the memories.
The leg pressed a little harder on his arousal. "You liked that, didn't you, remembering how I felt hilted deep inside you?" If it was possible, his face turned even redder. A few seconds passed "well?" Jeremy could feel himself mentally resistant, but he knew what the wolf morph wanted. "I...yes" he stammered out.
A happy, deep rumbling growl was heard from above, and the rubbing stopped. "That's it my smaller companion - keep thinking, keep remembering..." As the male continued to hold him, Jeremy began to wonder if physical love was all he would find in these moments of the past that were coming back to him. The grip wasn't entirely controlling, he wasn't roughly held or pushed into the ground...it was almost like an embrace.
His mind reconsidered to what he'd been told - the secret was that Jeremy loved the wolf. That definitely meant another memory; that time, it had definitely been the wolf who was loving him. Yet as he continued to search for thoughts of love, his mind drifted back not to the wolf but to more thoughts of himself and Mark.
His mind drifted, and Jeremy found himself held again - not outside by a wolf, but in a bed with Mark. He could feel his now constant blush continue in the present as he shyly recalled their night together - yes; they'd had sex. The liquids of Octoberfest had done their work, and toward the end of the evening, they'd found each other admitting to the repressed desires that by this point in their relationship they'd both already suspected were there.
The evening had been beautiful even before it culminated in the best closeness he'd ever known. The leaves of the small trees that lined main street were bright oranges and reds; fall had lasted until late in the season. Chill breezes nipped at exposed necks, warmed in turn by the food, drink, and togetherness felt by the attendees.
Warm cider had joined the more typical beverages by night's end, and the music grew louder and quicker paced. He remembered the laughing and clapping as the village's residents, fueled by shared spirit and shared spirits, tried to join the official performers in their dances to the traditional Bavarian music. They may not have had the costumes of the official dancers, but some of the townsfolk clearly knew the steps every bit as well - and the years seemed meaningless, their faces and movements looking every bit like those of a child.
The performances and conversations all seemed to get better, building until late evening, when the town's older population began to disperse, soon followed by the others. This was no late, wild party; rather, all were left with an enjoyable sense of community.
That certainly had not been the end of Jeremy's night, nor his feelings of togetherness. Nervously, Mark had invited him back to his place for coffee and warmth. Little did either suspect the warmth they would be sharing. Chats had turned to snuggles, though, and fueled by their night, snuggles had turned to the desires both had but neither admitted.
It was their first time but not their last, the beginning of the first relationship in Jeremy's life that really felt like it would be more than a fling. The way they held each other afterwards was as fond of a thought as they way they'd coupled and filled each other with warmth inside. Filled each other with warmth emotionally, too, Jeremy mused. But, he pondered as he pieced together their relationship, how had they gotten to Octoberfest? It came to him with a smile as he remembered Mark bringing it up in his office one afternoon. By that point, they were dating; though neither had vocalized that officially, neither felt the need to.
Mark used the excuse that they had been to another festival before this, and that much was true. It bore only a poor connection to Octoberfest; it hadn't even been in the same city, but Jeremy remembered smiling at the cuteness of the effort. Plus, it reminded him of one of their first times together.
It had been only a week or so after they'd had dinner together, and Mark had wondered into Jeremy's office toward the end of a day. They'd struck up a chat about the photographs and prints Jeremy had put up around the room. All of them were wildlife, greenery, or landscape shots, each chosen for their ability to express peace or stability in nature.
This was a reflection of two opposing forces within Jeremy. As silly as it seemed given his current place in life, a part of Jeremy struggled for more, wanted the power to control things. Often he wanted to change them for the better, but ultimately the desire was more primal that than - he just wanted the power and dominance, the authority and ability to bring about his desires as he wanted.
Knowing this, he countered it with efforts to calm himself and instead bring himself into alignment with the world - to accept things instead of trying to change them. And in this he found nature photography an effective outlet. Harmony, acceptance, beauty, and peace - all could be found and captured where the world was left to its own devices, free (as much as it could be) of human influence.
Of course Mark had known none of this. He'd simply seen the beautiful photographs and their painstaking attention to detail, so when there was an arts festival downtown - not far from their office in fact - he must have figured Jeremy would be interested. Jeremy remembered accepting as much to be polite as because he thought he might enjoy seeing the work, but in hindsight he was glad he did - it was the beginning of something more meaningful than any of the pieces they'd seen that day.
What did those memories have to do with this, though? His mind, practical, had resurfaced the problem at hand. Sure, he was in love, but what did that have to do with the love mentioned by the wolf on top of him? How had he gotten here, anyway? Did those fond memories have nothing to do with this?
The wolf on top of him, fortunately, seemed to be in no hurry. Jeremy wondered what was on his mind now, showing obvious patience. They'd be lying here for nearly an hour already, he knew - Jeremy could feel the sun that much closer, and his confusion over what was going on returned. He pushed himself to keep remembering, though.
Maybe those recollections weren't entirely unrelated. After all, he'd lived in the city his whole life, but they were obviously out in the country now - or at least had been, when he was running through the forest.
He remembered now. Yes; it was definitely Mark who had brought him out here just a day ago. It hadn't been their first trip out here, not with their shared enjoyment of gazing at the night sky. Lying close on a hill the city's central park - Jeremy's memory diverted for a moment here, savoring his memories of the reflections of the tall buildings in the lake below, how they'd grown closer as the season progressed both from the colder weather and closer relationship at the city...
Mark had remarked a few times about how the sky was different in the country, and it was only a matter of time before he invited Jeremy to see for himself one Friday night. It was amazing what difference less than an hour's drive could make - and what other benefits a rural area had to offer. Jeremy remembered sex under the stars, then shivered as he realized this was now an experience he shared with the wolf.
A memory of a single comment finally began to piece things together for him. "If you think this is pretty, you should see what it looks like with a full moon." That was why he was here this weekend; they'd planned it specifically so they could enjoy a full moon in the night sky together. Jeremy's mind went to work, and finally, things started to present themselves in order.
They'd gotten there a little early and walked out to one of their favorite hills. He remembered how they'd turned toward the moon, and the feel of Mark spooning behind him as they'd begun to watch it peek over the horizon. "Tonight, love, you join me." he'd said, and Jeremy had blushed, thinking he was speaking of sex.
Then he remembered feeling the arm grow tight, looking down to find a much more muscular one than he had known before. As he watched, gray hairs began to sprout and multiply on the arm, and that was then the fear began. "Mark? Mark, what's going on with your arm?" he'd said, trying to keep his cool but obviously distraught. No reply came, just a strong arm holding him.
Jeremy could feel changes in the form behind him, too. It felt almost like the bones inside him were moving. A tilt of his head showed Mark had his eyes closed, similar gray hairs beginning to appear on his face. Now, scared and completely unsure of what was happening, Jeremy began to struggle and had quickly worked his way out of Mark's arm. He stood and began to step backwards, watching with more distance between them.
He'd seen it happen. Jeremy had watched as the bones of his face began to elongate, forming an odd fleshy muzzle that was rapidly being covered in the silver fur. Clothes began to rip and new muscle formed, and his body grew in general - hips widening and height increasing as legs and torso expanded. Jeremy could see movement in bones, too, feet moving to a digitigrade stance like a true canine.
With a shudder he noticed the sharp teeth now filling the maw of his former boyfriend. He was too distracted to see when the pants finally ripped and the male now showed a sheath and large fuzzy balls. Eyes turned yellow and ears morphed, and the gentle fingers he'd known so well began to change into lethal claws...
Back in the present, Jeremy tensed as it settled in his mind who the wolf on top of him was. He could feel the warm breath once again "So you've figured out who I am." He stuttered a "yes" in reply. "Keep remembering. Remember who you are."
As the transformation slowed, the wolf began to struggle to his feet. That was when the running started. At first, he was off to a good start, the wolf still undergoing his transformation. Even so, he could hear the leaves crunching and branches snapping as the large but strong form pounded behind him. Relieved, Jeremy couldn't sense them getting closer. Maybe he could make it to a house...
Then, he heard Mark howl. At the time he thought nothing of it, but just a few moments later, he heard other steps and crunches in the forest. It hit him that wolves travel in packs, and he was their prey. Fear began to overwhelm him; Jeremy doubted he could escape all of them. Every shadow in the forest became another wolf, and his movements grew more clumsy.
He did see the other wolfs, moonlight glinting off a claw or eye, or a growl making him turn, or the sound of footsteps alerting him to their presence. Before long the turns and changes had made him completely lost. Suddenly crunches nearby turned silent, and he looked around in a panic. A few second later, he hit the ground under a large furry form, which held him tight.
"You can't escape me love. And you don't know it yet, but you don't want to."
Quivering, Jeremy felt the sharp claws pressed on his chest. Was his love still in there? Did he have a choice? Mentally exhausted and physically restrained, he simply gave in for a moment. His resignation increased when he began to pick out pairs of yellow eyes surrounding them and quiet growls.
The wolf carried him what seemed like effortlessly back to their hill. The others followed, but he waved them away. Slight hope rose in Jeremy, though he knew they would be back in an instant if he howled. A moment of uneasy peace arose when the wolf sat, holding the human in his furry arms, and stared at the sky for a few moments. Fear kept Jeremy from really enjoying the moment, unfortunately.
Slowly, the wolf moved them to a lying position, and Jeremy felt the furry weight pressing him into the ground. Somehow, he almost began to feel safe, as if the bulky furry blanket on top of him would protect him. After a few moments, he began to be reminded of what was shared between him and the person behind the wolf, when the powerful hips above him began to rock back and forth. He blushed and tried to ignore it, but he knew that he had no choice but to do whatever the powerful wolf wanted.
A bulky paw moved up to rub soft fur on his cheek, calming him somewhat. It was obvious, though, what his intentions were as Jeremy felt the humps continue and a lengthy hardness began to rub along his rump. The grip of his pants began to loosen as the other set of claws ripped along their length. Mark pressed a little harder, and a quick yelp escaped Jeremy's lips as the claws dug slightly into his skin. Then, the hardness on his back became a warmth on his rump.
Suddenly, the wolf stopped and lifted Jeremy up like he weighed nothing. He was turned to face him, and he remembered gazing at his love's new form in the moonlight. Fully transformed, the silver fur glistened, and the tone muscle just added to his masculine, powerful...sexy...form.
Then there was his maleness. Jeremy had never seen a canine cock before, but his eyes quickly picked up a few things. First was its tapered tip. Second, even in the moonlight, he could tell its rich, blood-red color. Finally, the bulge at the bottom - was that his? - no; his fuzzy balls were below that. The time for staring was over, though. "Come on hon. Put your mouth on it."
Jeremy shyly did as he was told, kneeling on the furry form and seeing the maleness up close. Slowly he licked from the bulge at its base up to its tip, enjoying the new flavor. He'd tasted Mark before, but this was new - it was musky, potent. Slowly, he traced his tongue around that new tip, feeling its unique shape and squeezing his lips over it gently. As he did that, it made almost a kissing sound, and he smiled briefly.
Soon his was pressing his mouth farther along it, tongue tracing the warm and hard flesh, feeling a somewhat different texture than the cock he'd known. It was certainly longer too - he'd only gotten halfway down before he felt it poke at his throat. Beginning to slide it down farther was no problem, but he soon felt an unfamiliar sensation as it reached far deeper than any he'd had before. Jeremy took it slow, and soon he was stretching his jaw and beginning to work his lips over the still small bulge at the base.
Gently, the human reached his hand forward to cup and gently fondle the werewolf's fuzzy balls. The wolf's rod gave a throb and Jeremy knew it had shot pre deep in his throat. A happy exhale came from the wolf's muzzle, and the tail underneath both of them twitched a little. In time with his sucks, the human's other fleshy hand began to rub the inside of a furry thigh, squeezing and searching until it found a sensitive spot.
Jeremy baredly moved his mouth, instead choosing to alternate sucking, swallows, and licks to give the hard maleness all the care it deserved. He was afraid any thrusts would rapidly take their toll on his throat; the maleness was simply too big and too tightly lodged there to be careless with. The gentle, teasing pleasure this caused was obviously wonderful to the wolf, whose eyes were now glazed over.
The moment only lasted a little longer, though, before a strong paw pushed at his head and moved it back off. The wolf looked at Jeremy with an affectionate stare, but a moment later, he was tackled underneath the furry form. "Make no mistake - I love you, but tonight, your body is mine." Mark said with a menacing growl. Jeremy felt himself roughly flipped over, and his shirt too was ripped - earning another yell as the claws again nicked his skin.
The human was pushed roughly into the dirt as the now slick canine cock rubbed through his crack. Moments later, the tip caught its goal and began to work Jeremy's entrance open. Up and down movements teased the tight hole wider, and a few thrusts pushed the tip inside. Heavy thrusts alternated with long pauses, the werewolf obviously eager to get inside of Jeremy but knowing he could hurt him.
This was the beginning of the sex Jeremy had flashed back to earlier. Mark was rough, showing a side of him that had never come out before. Deep thrusts worked the wolf rod farther and farther, finally hilting the human. Strong claws then pulled his hips up and pushed his head down, getting Jeremy into the position he'd remembered.
Claws traced over his exposed, sweating flesh, rubbing but none too careful. Red lines began to cross his body, the pain a sharp edge on the new pleasures and feelings running through him. A couple of times he yelped from if the claws were too forceful, and the steely edge of the wolf broke for just a moment. "Enjoy the roughness love. Once you're a werewolf you won't be able to feel it anymore. This is your last chance."
A pause gave Jeremy time to think about the last statement. Then Mark spoke again. "I could bite you; that would transform you too. But this way, what this will make you" he
panted for a moment "is my mate."
Jeremy remembered shivering in pleasure when he heard that. Strong humps shoved their bodies together, and he continued to relive the memories of their mating as he had earlier - the moans, the pressure on his sweet spot, the knot...
The one thing new thing he reminisced about was the ending. What had happened as the warm wolf cum flowed inside him. How he'd felt his own bones shift and rearrange, his own body cover with fur. His own fur was brown, not silver like his mate, but nevertheless beautiful in his eyes. Their eyes locked in a loving look as Jeremy transformed, and he fully realized the meaning of the secret the wolf had shared.
So many of his life's dreams were being met. The power his mate shared with him, it was what he had been longing for. What he was made for. Questions too were answered. Now he had the real answer to who he was. He was no longer unremarkable Jeremy. He was the alpha's mate. He was the mystery of the full moon, the fear people didn't know was real. He was power, raw emotion, and lust. He was, above all, transformed. Jeremy might still be his name, but now, it stood for so much more.
Back in real life, Jeremy began to kiss the paw covering his face. Slowly it moved, and their maws instead were what met in a passionate kiss. It took a few moments before either was willing to part from it.
"I don't want to keep it a secret....I want to tell the whole pack."
"Oh we will."