Knots and Crosses
#3 of Loneliness, my darkest hour,an ancient and long forgotten power
If under 18/21 don't read..or at least don't get caught...
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After the school day finished Jon headed for home as usual. He turned his PC on before going for his shower so it'd be ready and logged in when he got out. As he waited for the water to run warm he stripped out of his uniform. Black jumper flung in the basket, white shirt crumpled up following and then the black and slightly too tight jeans as well. He ran his hand under the water and it was fine so he yanked off his socks and threw them into the basket. He pulled off his boxers and moaned lightly...as usual he'd had some 'thoughts' on the ride home and now his pre had stuck them to him. After gently freeing himself he got into the shower. As the water cascaded over him he groaned lightly feeling his body relax and all the crap and misery of the day fade away. After a few minutes of relaxing in the warm water he picked up the face scrub stuff his mum insisted he use...he hated it and her but had no choice, if he refused there was the risk she'd cut the Internet off and that would be unbearable so he just did as he was told. After scrubbing his face daily for ages he still had bad acne but had to carry on regardless. After scrubbing his face he lathered up and rinsed his short black hair...now the fun part of his daily routine...Jon brought his left hand to his face and began to suck on his middle and index fingers, his body already tingled lightly knowing what was to follow. After they where nice and slick he reached down and bent over. Gasping lightly Jon slid in his middle finger, well tried to...there was a bit of resistance but that quickly passed and it went up to the second knuckle really easily. Jon chuckled a bit "Heh, i guess i'm getting a bit looser down there..." he thought as he explored himself groaning very softly as he did so. Jon decided to try something...he brought his index finger into place and tried to slide it in as well...it didn't seem to want to go in. Jon sighed, he wanted to fit more in himself but didn't want to hurt himself. Satisfied he'd explored enough for tonight Jon withdrew his finger. Unlike the other day it wasnt brown, he squeezed a blob of shower gel and washed his hands before washing the rest of himself and getting out and dried.
After eating dinner Jon spent the evening as usual on his pc. As the evening slowly passed Jon began to wonder what he'd do that night with the spirits. At 2300 his parents went to bed and Jon headed for his room. He got out the books and began to read. After searching through the books for an hour he found it... "Wolf Shape shifting"...Jon read the article repeatedly. Ever since he was small he had wanted to become a werewolf, now it seemed he could. Jon decided to do it, not knowing what would happen he quietly left his house and went deep into the woods near his home. He headed very deep and was miles from any where when he decided it was far enough. Jon opened the book and using the small LED on his key-chain he read from the book.
"Spirits of Earth,
Spirits of the Air,
Spirits of the Sea,
Spirits of the Fire
Spirits of the Dark,
I summon you now and say come unto me,
Grant me the gift of my ancestor,
Grant the power to become a beast of night,
With your help and power i can shun the pain the of light."
Jon read this several times and nothing happened. He didn't know what to do...He sat down and waited in the hope something would happen. The clouds in the sky where moving fast in the wind and at last they moved on and Jon was bathed in Moonlight. Thats when it began. Jon fell to the ground and his body convulsed. Pain ripped through him as his body began to change, his hands reshaped into paws, his nails into claws. Fur covered him and his face stretched out into a muzzle. He yelled loudly as his tail burst forth and as he yelled it turned into a deep long howl..not one of anger but one of joy and happiness as he was reborn as a werewolf.
He slowly got up still sore from the shift into his wolf form. He sniffed the air and smelled things he'd never felt before,the nearby farm animals seemed tempting but he was too tired to consider it. He looked into the distance and found he could see really well in the dim light. He began to walk slowly, as he began to feel better he picked up the pace. After a while he found himself near his home. He still felt weak and just wanted to sleep. In his mind he pictured his human form and willed himself to change. After a few minutes it started and the shift reversed itself and he was human again...but his clothes had been shredded by the transformation. Jon quietly let himself in and went to his room. The second his head hit the pillow he was asleep.
Jon awoke to find himself somewhere he didn't recognize at all...he was in a hospital...A nurse came over to check his charts and saw he was awake. She left quickly and returned with a doctor. "What am i doing here? What day is it?" Jon asked feeling very confused and scared. As fear filled him he felt the wolf in him want out but he managed to somehow prevent himself shifting.
"Son, today's Monday. You've been out cold for 2 days. When you didn't wake up and wouldn't wake up your parents brought you here. We couldn't and still can't work out what happened. Do you have any ideas what happened?" The doctor asked.
"None at all..." Jon replied weakly even though he felt fine. After a few long hours of questioning from the doctors and his parents Jon was discharged and his parents took him home. Once home Jon was more than happy to tuck into a pizza and some decent food as he was starving. It was already late and Jon's parents just went to bed. Jon decided on what he was going to do... As he lay there on his bed Jon thought of his wolf body and willed himself to become it. This time however he'd stripped first and as he shifted it didn't hurt as much as the first time. After it had finished Jon silently went into the bathroom and looked at himself in the mirror. He was about 8 foot tall now, he had white fur and his eyes where that shade of amber he saw the other day. He noticed he had a large sheath and was in a way thrilled to have anyting at all...as he'd been circumcised as a kid he didn't know how it felt to have a cover of any type on his cock. He returned to his room and knew what he wanted to do...
Lying on his back Jon reached down to his sheath. he rubbed it lightly and groaned at that feeling. As he began to explore his new 'equipment' he became hard. As his wolfhood slid out Jon began to caress the pink flesh tenderly. At last it was fully out...unlike his human form which was about 5 to 5 and a half inches this was better...about 10 inches of steel hard wolf meat. He pumped his shaft a while groaning lightly before remembering something. In human form he couldn't suck himself- he'd tried..gods how he tried. He once managed to JUST lick his tip but that twas with him pulling HARD and it hurt his back badly so he gave up after that- but as a wolf he could. Jon rolled onto his side and curled up. He sniffed at his flesh and crotch taking in his own scent. He licked his shaft base to tip. He groaned lightly as he did this. He slowly slid himself into his muzzle as far as he could. After holding like this for a few minutes he began to bob his muzzle up and down. Moaning around his own cock Jon felt his knot begin to swell. He reached down and squeezed it lightly...that was too much. Jon groaned as he suppressed a howl as he shot a big load of wolf cum down his throat. It tasted..different than his human forms..but..quite nice. He swallowed fast but some escaped down his chin. He sucked as much as he could out of himself after it had subsided and he lay there panting.
Jon didn't feel all that tired and decided to go for a walk. He headed into the woods again and began to roam. Deeper and deeper he went running and enjoying begin outside. Jon saw a rabbit and just let himself go. He chased it long and hard following it further and further from his home...then he turned and stopped dead in his tracks. Before him was a boy, he was about 17 and had a shotgun in his arms. Their eyes met...Jon stood up on his hind legs as tall as he could..ready to fight. The boy changed his grip on the gun,thumb moved to the safety and index to the trigger...There they stood...waiting...to see who would make the first move...
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That concludes part 3..what will happen now Jon's face-to-face with a kid with a gun? We'll just have to see how things go...Please comment...it's the only way I'll learn and improve...