The Wolf's Night
The night air was cold enough that Patrick could see his breath as he picked his way along the side walk beneath the bright neon lights that cast shadows in front of him as he walked. He could see his shadow stretched out in front of him as he listened to the loud cries and laughter that spilled out from bars that were far livelier and far more dangerous than the one he had just left. The bar he'd picked out to stop by at on his way home was far quieter and that's what he preferred. It allowed him to have a few beers without blasting music or crowded bodies to annoy him. It was especially helpful after a long day at work where the stress of trying to sort of security holes could get him tied up in knots. He was tired of work, tired of stress and tired of evening coming so quickly.
The young man shoved his hands in his pockets and tried to warm them up as he picked his way down a side street that would take him away from the worst of the bars on his walk home. He didn't mind the cold that much, he never had. Not since his first Change. He had been fourteen, a lanky teenage with ambitions of being on the football team. A full moon had found him curled up on the flour screaming out as bones cracked and fur flowed over his skin. He'd had a panic attack that had involved the destruction of his bed and part of one wall before his parents had rushed in. It had been three days before his uncle had arrived and he'd had the entire thing explained to him from scratch.
_Werewolves. You'd think I'd get more stress from that then from drinking. _ He snorted to himself as he glanced up at the half full moon. It held no call for him, not yet.
He'd been a werewolf all of his adult life, and though he had seen his share of movies where weeping victims killed themselves for their affliction, he wasn't terribly bothered by it. His Uncle Eric had been quite soothing about it. His family had had the genes in their bloodline for a thousand years, though not everyone was born a werewolf. Every once in a while, normally two or three times a generation, someone turned up under the full moon as a wolf. Most of his family knew about it once they hit adults so they could see the wolf through his transformation. He'd had caring people to guide him through things so carefully that he hadn't ever felt that afraid.
On the full moon he'd change no matter what, but he could change other times. His Uncle Eric had taken him out on a two week long holiday that had shown him how to change. He had learned how to call it up and banish it at will. He learned how to control himself as a wolf, as well as how to lose himself in lupine instincts. The latter was more than helpful when it came to hunting. He'd never been keen on killing things, but the wolf part of him was more than happy to gulp down some fresh steaming meat. He learned about keeping it a secret and how to manage it. It had been just another part of growing up for him. His family had made him feel comfortable, welcome, and relaxed about what was happening instead of terrified.
That had been passed down from each generation. A werewolf that was born into his family shouldn't be treated with anger, shame, fear or any negative emotion. The first lesson he'd ever had was that he must always greet his change with calm welcome, even if he was stressed. He must greet it with a clear mind. The stories of werewolves that killed, maimed and destroyed did have a basis in actual fact. Werewolves that transformed in the heat of anger, lust, fear or rage would lose all control. The wolf would flare to life as a beast that had no control over himself or what he did. But, outside of that, he had complete control over himself. It was never a burden, never something he hated or feared. He embraced it. Hell, it was actually the most interesting part of his life. He got to spend time running around on all fours beneath the moon hunting and singing. That was better then most hobbies!
Except, lately, it had been more of a burden then a relief. He could go home and have a beer or two and relax, but he'd begun to change more and more often. Normally, as long as it wasn't a full moon, he could change when he wanted too. Sometimes he just felt the urge for a run and changed into a four legged wolf to go out on the town. Sometimes he just needed to get into the woods. It was just what happened. But lately, he'd felt on edge, out of control, stressed for a lack of a better word. He had change four times in the last two weeks, and only once on purpose. The other three times the change had crept up on him slowly until he couldn't stop it. Once he'd been on the road and he'd been forced to veer off the road and stumble out of his truck before he crashed.
_Work. Fucking work stress. Uncle Eric said that too much stress can get the wolf on edge. _ Patrick gave his head a shake and let out a shaking breath.
He hadn't driven today. After nearly crashing he hadn't wanted to risk it again. He needed to get himself and his wolf under control. He was luck that the changes had happened at night instead of at work or where people could see. He had no illusions that he would be able to explain away why a pony sized feral wolf or a eight foot tall werewolf appeared in his off or on a security camera. So, no driving, but walking did at least help some of his stress. The beer had helped a little bit more. But walking home beneath the night sky only made him feel more restless as he cut across another street that joined up with the main strip. The loud music and rowdy voices echoed in his ears as he tried to ignore them and concentrated on letting the stress slip away. Fucking work.
"Ohhh lookit..." A slurred voice made him stop as a girl leaned over from a table set behind a metal gate. A cigarette dangled from her lips and she grinned drunkenly at him. "Ain't you pretty."
"Ahh yeah, thanks.." He blinked a little as she twisted around in her seat and leaned over the bar's fence before looking him over.
"I don't see many dressed up here.." Her drunken grin got a bit wider and he felt his cheeks heat up in a flush. Her shirt wasn't quite... hiding much. Actually, it was thin and small enough that he got a good glimpse of the fact the woman wasn't wearing a bra at all.
"Yeah, well, I'm just heading home." He gave a little bob of his head, though his eyes slid away from her to the man who was frowning behind her.
_Shit, boyfriend and drunk chick. I'm outta here. _ He gave his head a shake, but the girl's hand moved out to grip his arm.
"Aww c'mon, I'll give ya some head." She grinned a bit wider and the large man that was sitting across from her turned red faced.
Patrick's nostrils flared slightly and he pulled his arm from between her fingers, "Your boyfriend deserves it, not me." He tried to smile apologetically to her boyfriend as he caught the raw scent of mingled rage and arousal.
Shit shit... He filtered the scents slightly and stepped away as she reached for him again. He wasn't just smelling them, as in the scent of cigarette, alcohol and perfume, he was smelling their emotions. That was never good.
That normally meant that he was getting ready to change. He glanced around and noticed that the sidewalk looked brighter and he could see ahead of him a bit more sharply. His vision was starting to get keener as well. Obviously stopping for a beer hadn't helped ease his stress. Though, it wasn't just work stress that was getting to him. It was the stress of being unable to control something as simple as changing himself from human to wolf. Hell, he had been able to control that through high school except for a few bumps in the road! He gave himself a shake out and flexed his fingers carefully to make sure the tingling wasn't there. As long as he didn't start to feel the normal tingles and pinpricks in his fingers he'd be okay to make it home.
God, I do not want to Change in the middle of the ghetto.. Patrick gave a shake and picked up his feet so that he was able to pick up his pace into a trot. Maybe he could find a nice park on his way home and spend some time chasing his tail. The thought made him grin.
He got nearly to the end of the street that was filled mostly with bars, when he spotted someone leaning up against one of the lamp posts near a cross walk. The lean shape was relaxed looking with his arms over his belly, but the eyes were sharp. Patrick could pick out the loose white vest that was worn over his upper body, no undershirt hid the paleness of his chest or the gleam of a thin silver necklace that dipped down out of sight. He wore a pair of tight leather pants that caught the light complete with leather buckles and a series of leather chains that ran up along one side of the pants legs. They were neatly tucked into a pair of polished combat boots.
It wasn't the clothing that let him know he was likely looking at a boy prostitute. It was the fact the boy was pretty. Not pretty as in handsome, pretty in an androgynous way. He had high cheek bones and soft full lips, with hair that curled down along his head towards his shoulders. Patrick's heightened vision picked out a set of pale eyes that watched him closely and perhaps a bit hopefully. He took the time to admire the view. He wasn't exactly straight, he was more.. opportunistic. He'd had his times with girls and boys both, and they both had their own appeal to his way of thinking. And the lad was quite lovely looking from a distance.
"Well hello there.." The lad grinned as Patrick came into view and he gave his head a shake.
"Sorry kid, I'm not here to pick anyone up." He held up a hand and moved around the street light, only to see the boy shove off.
"Oh man, jesus.. shit no!" The young man's eyes widened and he let out a short laugh. "You thought I was some sort of hooker? God! Hell no!"
"Wear a shirt if you're not a hooker," Patrick gave his head a shake and the kid let out another soft laugh before stepping towards him. Patrick wasn't too terribly bothered. Hell, he'd never been bothered with the idea of muggers or the like. Hell, he almost felt sorry for them if they tried it.
"I'm just looking for a business opportunity, you know, the nights young, bars are full, people are looking for stuff after last call.." The young man gave another grin. "Though I normally sell to couples, not.. yanno, loners."
"Ugh.. drug dealer." He wrinkled his nose in disgust and gave his head a shake before walking forward a bit faster.
"Businessman! Helping out other businessmen who need a little bit of relaxation after a loooong day at work." The young man walked beside him companionably as he continued down the side walk. "Don't deal with crack or any shit like that, just nice relaxing herbs.."
"Relaxing herbs, eh?" Patrick shook his head and snorted. Pot. That was the last thing he needed to do, smoke pot.
"Everyone needs a little relaxation. You don't want to end up getting so tense you go postal eh?" The young man winked brightly as he continued to follow. Patrick could have walked faster and ditched him, but he was more amused then bothered.
At least, he was more amused then bothered until he felt a faint pricking at the tips of his fingers. In the street light he could see his nails starting to look a bit sharper and sucked in a breath. Damnitall. He didn't want to do this tonight. He had to be at work early in the morning and he'd be stuck running wolf all damn night. He'd be more tired than useful to anyone. Fucking work. It was starting to really mess him up, if this kept up he'd need to find another job. One that wasn't so stressful...
Patrick stopped suddenly as a thought occurred to him and he looked at the young pusher. He'd had a roommate in college that smoked pot constantly and swore it relaxed him for tests and exams. Would it be so bad if he were to at least try some and relax? If it would sooth his inner wolf and he could get a good nights sleep it would be worth it. Hell, it wasn't like there was any harm in it. Most people smoked a little bit...
"Fine, fine... I'll buy some.." He gave his head a shake. God, his Uncle Eric was going to kill him if he ever heard about this.
"Great! Great, man! How much you need? A dime bag? More?" The young man stepped back away from him and made a gesture to follow him near an alley.
"Uhh.. what.. I mean. Whatever is the standard." Patrick shrugged a little bit and followed the man. What the fuck was he thinking?
"Dime bag then. It'll be $80." The man flicked a finger into his vest and pulled out a rolled baggy with something green in the middle.
"Eighty? Damn.." Patrick gave his head a shake. "Way to call it a dime bag.."
After a few minutes of grumbling he pulled out a few folded twenties and offered them to the boy. He didn't believe he was doing this, but he could feel his fingers starting to shorten. They ached in the same way they always did when the change was coming on him. He didn't have time to argue, instead he shoved the bills into the young man's hand and took the baggy. The kid grinned at him, looking to be no older then eighteen when he did. Perhaps younger and stuffed the money into his leather pants.
"Ya ever need any more, just ask for Cynric. Happy to do business." The kid tipped his head towards him and strolled away.
Patrick didn't have time to do more then watch him leave. His jaw was aching and he clamped his control down as much as he could before turning away and making a bolt towards the lonelier streets. He needed away from here and to someplace he could change quietly without having to worry about people seeing him. The last thing he needed was to be caught on someones cell phone in midchange. That would be a nightmare. He'd change and gather his clothes in his jaws and trot home where he had a big enough yard he could stretch his legs out in.
It wasn't until he slipped into an alley that he really glanced down at the baggy in his hand. Perhaps he didn't have to change. He'd bought it with the idea he could try it after work one day, but hell... He didn't have a chance at figuring out how to roll a joint. He never had. But his roommate had eaten the stuff in brownies. Maybe he could just chew some and get the same effect. If it were enough to calm him down, he wouldn't have to change at all. He'd be just fine. As he settled his back against the wall between a set of dumpsters he shook the baggy open. His body was trembling slightly with the urge to change, barely being held in check as he tugged the clear plastic open and peered at the green herb. Oh man, his Uncle Eric was going to kill him.
As his shortening fingers tugged the plastic open a scent hit his sensitive nose. A familiar one that he could taste on his tongue. But not familiar from when he'd been in college. It was the same scent he'd picked up a hundred times at pizza parlors and Italian restaurants. Oregano. It wasn't pot, it was some freaking regular herb that he'd paid out $80 for. Eighty fucking dollars! The tremors grew worse as the wolf in his mind and soul started to roll through his consciousness. It snapped at him and snarled as it felt the brush of his anger.
With a snarl he dropped to his knees and his wolf roared to life. It wasn't greeted with his calm acceptance and careful control, but with a rush of raw anger and outrage that he had been cheated. His joints popped and he felt fur flowing down along the curve of his back as darkness swept the human aside. The wolf that had been carefully constrained with silken chains claimed dominion. He was FREE.
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Cynric grinned to himself and flopped down on the park bench to count the money he'd just made off of his latest mark. Damn, the man had stood out like a sore thumb in his neck of the wood. The guy hadn't even checked to see if it was really pot. It was the perfect way to make money without depleting his supply of drugs. He patted his vest so he could feel the weight of the filled baggies there. Best night he'd had in a while, he'd sold the faux-pot to a pair of drunks as well and a youngster that would probably be smoking it up without ever knowing it wasn't the real thing. He did sell the real stuff too, but he sold it to people who knew better. He was good at picking out his marks. He debated going out for another run, but his fingers teased the edges of his bills.
_Nah... I'm pressing my luck if I do. $240 will be enough to set me up for the weekend at least. _ He leaned back and spread his arms over the back of his bench.
The cold air tickled his chest, but not too badly. It was getting to a time he'd have to give up his club wear and pick up something that was warmer. A shame too, he rather liked wearing something that ensured people were paying attention to him. And he looooved the attention. Girls and boys both, he loved it. He loved the way their eyes slid along him and looked over his bare chest. He loved the way their eyes followed him when he passed by them and they glanced at the curve of his ass. In the winter he bundled up and no one could see the lean strength of his body. Ah well, he'd enjoy his outfits while he could and worry about the rest later.
He was stretching out with his back arched and hands raised up in the air so he could crack his back when he heard a soft baritone growl spill out from the trees that surrounded the park. He froze and tilted his head back as the growl started to rise up in pitch. His eyes narrowed down to slits and he straightened up a little bit. The growl faded away while he was looking around for the source. Damnitall. Cynric shoved the money back into his leather pants and stood up a bit hastily. The downside of this area was the fact there were always wild dogs and strays running around. No one ever really bothered to get animal control out here, not until someone got bit, but he didn't want to be the one that was bit.
I need to start selling to house moms and businessmen like the one from earlier. _ He sighed a little bit and plucked up a loose leather jacket and swung it over his shoulder. _At least chihuahua's won't rip my leg apart.
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He didn't bother trying to find out where the growl had come from behind him, it was better to just leave and let the dogs have the park. It was after hours anyway. No one would be around to disturb them and no one would be hurt.
Cynric got all the way across the playground when the growl came up again. This time it was closer, louder and the sound of breaking twigs hit him. He tensed up a little bit and glanced to one side as the snarl continued until it faded to a faint bass rumble. He swallowed and forced himself to continue walking forward without looking to either side. He didn't hurry, didn't try to look afraid, he didn't want a wild dog or, worse, a pack, chasing after him. He got to the edge of the merry go round with suddenly a large furred body slammed into his back and he stumbled forward with a rough cry. His hands went out to catch himself against the edge of the swing set.
"HELP!!" He screeched out as a pair of massive paws pressed against his shoulders and he was shoved up hard against the thin steel pole.
The dog didn't drop down to all fours, instead it kept pressed against him so he could feel thick soft fur against the back of his neck and arms. The blunt claws dug into his shoulders as a hot breath hit right against the curve of his neck. He fought the urge to struggle while squeezes his eyes shut waiting for the teeth to snap into his vulnerable neck. His heart was pounding against his chest when the wet slippery tongue flicked out and dragged itself right along the back of his neck. He muted a whimper and flinched as the tongue snapped up against his ear.
"I smell a rat, and I find this... how... interesting.." A bass voice vibrated against his neck and he flinched as the tongue licked his ear again. "So afraid, so vulnerable, so wicked."
"Oh god, let me go.." Cynric got the words out from between clenched teeth as the blunt claws went down to glide along his upper arms.
"Let you go?" The bass voice thrummed and the claws dug harder into the bare flesh of his arms. "I think not, little rat. You've stolen from me and how terribly wicked of you... How shall I get it back from you, little rat?"
Cynric let out a whimper as he felt the pressure pinning him against the pole. He felt the thick fur and heard the underlying growl of a massive dog that was holding him in place for his master. The voice was so close. The man had to be standing right behind his animal. He tried to keep his hands down and relaxed his body as much as he could. He didn't want to egg the dog into biting him or the man to release him to attack. He tried to make his mind work. Stolen? He hadn't stolen anything! Breaking and entering wasn't his racket, it never had been.
"I haven't taken anything from you! Oh god, call off your dog!" He got the words out and a snapping snarl made him flinch. Oh god he was going to get his throat torn out.
"You've taken something from me!" The man's snarl was right on the heels of the dog's snapping teeth.
One of the large paws curled against his shoulder and the talons dug down against his skin before he was yanked away from the pole. Cynric stumbled slightly, only to be shoved to one side with a sweep of a paw that wasn't entirely dog shaped. The claws cracked against his skin as he hit the dirt with a yelp and curled himself into a ball so that he rolled instead of risking hitting his head against the hard ground. The moment he felt the grass under him, he tried to scramble backwards. His feet kicked against the ground in an attempt to get away from his attacker, but the dog was on him. Teeth clicked in front of his face and he found himself staring up into a long tooth filled muzzle.
"OH GOD PLEASE CALL HIM OFF!" Cynric shrieked the words out and put his arms up and over his head.
"Foolish thing.." The voice growled down at him, rumbling out from the long dark muzzle. "Thieves come in many shapes, and you use your wit to take from others."
_It's the dog.. oh god... the dog is talking... _ He babbled to himself and the long dark jaws parted so the street lights caught the glimmer of the sharp edged teeth.
"Perhaps I shall kill you. Fresh hot blood that will pool on my tongue and chunks of fresh raw meat to fill my stomach instead of the herbs that you had me buy..." The dog kept talking as it took a slow step back, allowing for Cynric to sit up trembling.
Herbs? Shit shit shit... What was happening. The dog backed up one slow step at a time so Cynric could see the massive form in the moonlight as it reared up onto its hind legs.
That... isn't a dog...
The world dropped out from under Cynric as the wolf stood up until it towered eight feet in the air above him. The glistening silver fur coated the muscled form from the edge of the shoulders all the way down to the knees and elbows. The fur darkened to points towards the hands, legs and up along the head so that it almost look like a Siamese coloring. The only thing not dark on its face was the flash of the teeth and the flash of the tongue that flicked out from the long muzzle. The nostrils flared open and a pair of gleaming green eyes peered down at him. Cynric's eyes flicked over the body before one of the paw hands reached down and caught his thick vest. It yanked him up in the air while he was struggling.
What the fuck was it?! Cynric kicked and struggled as he was hauled up towards the creature and the muzzle dropped down so that it nearly touched his nose. Another hand reached down to grip against the edge of his leather pants and balled down around the edges. The waist of his pants bit into him as he was yanked forward and his heart started to hammer faster against his chest. His breath came in short hard pants as he moved his hands up to wrap around the thickly furred wrist and clutched at it.
"Oh god don't... I didn't mean anything... Please!" His words came out in a rush while his body was forced up against the massive form. It.. god no, he.. definitely a he. He could feel something lumpy pressed against his stomach.
"You didn't? My my..." The wolf licked his lips with a long red tongue. How on earth was it making human speech out of that muzzle?! "Perhaps you can pay in other ways..."
"H-how..." Cynric swallowed as the paw-hand on his pants suddenly yanked him harder against the furred body. He could feel the muscles beneath the fur, the hard press of them grinding along him until he felt something pushing up against the curve of his belly harder then the softness.
"I've been alone.." A hot broad tongue flicked out and dragged against the curve of his cheek and jaw line. "Oh so very long... You can pay for your crimes with your body, that lovely lovely body..."
Cynric opened his mouth to say something, but words never came out. Instead, a sharp shriek burst past his lips as the wolf's head darted forward and sharp fangs suddenly snapped towards his shoulder. He expected to feel the teeth snapping down into his vulnerable flesh, but it caught against his vest and suddenly yanked backwards. It twisted hard enough that the seams started to tear. The breath spilled out hotly against him as he kicked back against the thighs, but the wolf wouldn't let him go. He was trapped, pinned and pressed against the chest and stomach. It wasn't just his vest either. His pants were being torn off and ripped away in ways that leather should never have been torn without the aid of a knife.
The wolf's claws grazed against his legs as he realized that he had been stripped bare. He tried to pull backwards, but the torn clothing was being dropped down to the ground. The scrape of the claws left red welts on him as he cried out writhed in the grip. The large muzzle dropped down and the sharp teeth pinched firmly against his neck. There wasn't a feel of the powerful jaws engulfing his vulnerable throat, but the teeth pinching and clamping down hard enough that he let out a breathy whimper. Something warm trickled down along the curve of collar bone and he let out a high pitched scream as he realized he was bleeding.
The warmth of the velvet tongue plunged itself over the wound while he felt bare fur rubbing along his chest and stomach. It brushed along the lower portion of his belly so that it tickled along the spread of his hips. The night was cool, almost cold, but the wolf felt feverishly hot against him. He was trembling while trying to stop the small helpless noises from spilling past his lips. The tongue spread over her wound and started to flick upwards beneath the curve of his chin. The breath panted out in hot puffs along his skin so that he could feel goose bumps forming on his skin. The wolf's touch was soothing away the ache from the pinching teeth, but it did nothing for his fear.
"Please.. l-let me go.." Cynric managed to speak past his chattering teeth, but the wolf pulled him down a bit more tightly.
Something hot and hard was pressing up against his belly. The wet smear grew as it pushed higher up along the smooth softness of his belly. It wasn't until he felt it pushing higher and higher up that he knew what it was. The dribble of wetness spilled out of the cock tip and his eyes snapped open ride. The wolf was getting around holding him pinned tight against the chest and belly, the clawed hand paws were scraping against the curve of his ass cheeks. He threw his hips backwards and tried to get away from the touch of the rousing cock, it didn't feel human, it didn't feel natural at all. He let out a breath and kicked his knees up, only to feel the claws running along his hips as the wolf let him go.
He dropped back onto the ground, kicking part of his torn clothes about as the wolf dropped down onto all fours with his ears flicked up high on his head. The nostrils quivered slightly and his breath came out in silver puffs of air. The black and silver wolf watched him with impassive green eyes, his body tensed up and the broad tail wagged back and forth slowly along his haunches. That wasn't where Cynric was looking, he was staring down the broad length of the chest and belly. The glistening cock was stiff and rigid beneath the curve of the belly. The tip dribbled out spills of hot watery precum that splashed towards the ground as the violet red girth pulsed and flexed up against the belly. It stood proud and erect just in front of a set of swollen looking orbs.
The wolf only stared at him a moment before the broad muzzled head lifted up high and the chest swelled before a low howl bellowed out from him. Cynric cried out and got his feet beneath him before heaving back up on his feet. The howl rolled outwards while the beasts breath misted on the ground and rose up and up in the air. It vibrated and as he stumbled a few steps back he felt the first tremor hit his chest. It made his body jerk slightly as it seemed to hit him and he felt like a tuning fork that had heard a single pure note. He froze in the process of bolting and swayed as the sound of it rolled through him and left him trembling in place. That is, until the fire burned through his body.
Cynric let out a shallow cry as his stomach cramped and his legs went weak. His knees buckled under him and he hit the ground with a rough scream as it felt as if fire was flooding through his veins. His back rippled as his fingers dropped down into the cold ground while he let out a whimpering cry. His lips twisted backwards while he tried to think about anything, but the vibrating howl seemed to sink inside of him and pulled the fiery sensations out. He didn't know what was happening, all he knew was pain and heat that built itself through his stomach and tore through his limbs. His fingers sank deeper into the ground as something released from them. Nails started to harden and darken as the joints along his digits popped and shortened.
The howl faded away, but the sensations didn't. His limbs were starting to ache and he let out a short shallow screech as the bones thickened and fur started to roll down to cover his skin. It spread towards his wrists, thick and black until it was rolling over the back of his hands. God, no not his hands, they were starting to change. The fingers pulled inwards and stiffened up while he stared down at them and over the way that his nose started to elongate. The bridge of his muzzle started to grow longer and he whined out roughly. His tongue flicked up and he tasted the tips of his teeth. Even they were aching as the curled downwards and formed into a set of gleaming deadly fangs. He writhed and twisted against the ground as his back arched upwards.
A hot tongue flicked up to trail along the curve of his back. It traced up his spine in a hot wet line that flickered all the way towards his shoulders. Cynric whimpered as the wolf's hot breath beat down against him. He tried to flinch away, but he felt as if he were locked in place. His body was starting to seize up and he couldn't budge. His bones were aching as his forearms started to thicken up and he felt the spill of fur that ran up along the edges of his shoulders. His breath came out as a keening cry as the muzzle started to push outwards. His nose twitched and his eyes blurred so he couldn't see his changing arms. The tongue that moved down along the curve of his ass cheeks so the slimy wetness smeared along the inside of his thighs. The tongue snapped upwards and he yelped out as he felt the tip hitting against his swollen orbs.
"Shtop.. that.." Cynric got the words out thickly, but the wolf only growled out as the hot tongue pushed upwards.
It trailed all the way up until it was pushing between his rump cheeks. It wiggled and wedged as his legs started to change and he pushed his ass up in the air. His knees started to pop and crack as they shifted direction and changed the way they were put together. The cold started to fade away as a thick spill of black fur started to coat his body. His teeth grew longer and sharper against his tongue. He let out a soft keening noise in his throat while he tried to get himself to run. He needed to run! Oh god, the pain was spiking along the length of his spine. He felt something starting to push outwards while he arched his back. The wolf behind him suddenly plunged his tongue upwards and it shoved right against his pucker before smearing back and forth. The wet saliva coated the opening while he snarled out.
The sound didn't sound soft, it sounded menacing as it cracked out of his throat. It was low and deep rumble that came from his chest. He twisted his head and the tongue started to flick upwards to the point that it pressed right up against the base of his tail. Oh god, a tail? He yelped out roughly as the teeth pinched out roughly against the smooth flesh as fur flowed over the appendage that spilled out behind him and danced over the silver-black head. He tried to move, but nothing seemed to be controlled by him. The heat was pounding through him, and hitting against his chest while his breath came out in short shallow sounds. His body started to tremble while the hot velvety tongue pushed back down between his ass cheeks.
It was only then that he realized that something was wrong far beyond the fact he was changing into an animal. It went beyond the animal behind him. The wolf was large and powerful behind him, and his mind started to flare with the same fire that coated his body. It made him feel his heart beat pounding against his chest. It flushed through his features while he writhed under the wet hot feel that continued to follow his body. His pucker tensed up and he flattened his changing ears down against his head. He let out a breathy noise in her throat while her claws tore against the ground. The paws scraped beneath him as the wolf behind him let out a low rumbling laugh.
The change was still rolling through his body and he became aware of the fact that his cock felt strangely swollen and odd. He snapped his head up and twisted his lips back as he realized that his body had started to grow hot and roused. His fur felt too heavy on his body, it was too hard to think, too hard to do anything but feel the rush of need that spiked through his body. He whined out softly under his breath before the muzzle lifted up and brushed against the base of his tail. The teeth pinched lightly against the smooth thick fur and nibbled lightly as he jerked his head about to one side. He whimpered under his breath as he found himself peering down between his legs while still shaking. His breath came in short harsh sounds, they wheezed out from between his jaws in a continual tremble.
There was a flash of red between his haunches. He could see it as he contorted himself about, but there was something wrong. Terribly wrong. He didn't have much more time to figure that out before the powerful dark wolf launched forward. He saw the snapping jaws and Cynric let out a yelping cry as he tried to scramble forward, but the weight suddenly hit against his back. His body was still shaking with the last of the changes as the massive form shoved down against him. He twisted and kicked beneath the weight while forepaws hooked around his haunches. The claws scraped right down along the length of his belly. Welts were raised as something hot and hard jabbed up between his haunches. It pushed and grazed higher up leaving a dribble of precum that smeared against his cur.
"STOP!" He tried to get the word out, but the only thing that came out of his lupine muzzle was a bark. And then the fire rolled through him again, but not with the change.
The tapered cock tip pushed up and spread a sheen of slimy precum between his haunches. The hot sharp taste of musk flooded the air and his stomach cramped down with a need that had nothing to do with getting away. The terror washed away as he whined out low in his throat and the glassy smooth cock tip suddenly shoved up hard against the fat outer lips. Lips that pushed inwards and were started to grow puffier and more sensitive with each beat of his heart. Folds that had never been there. Folds that shouldn't have existed on a male body. A pair of teeth gripped against Cynric's scruff as he was pulled backwards and the hard tip suddenly forced the folds open. They were stretched wider and wider, hot thick dribbles of precum jetted out into his body as he let out a short shallow scream.
_Oh god.. what did he do to me... what did he... do to me... _ Cynric's mind tried to latch onto that thought, but her body didn't care. Her body was on fire with need.
The slippery cock plunged into her virginal body and forced the walls to stretch open wider and wider. She clamped down around the canine shaft as the slippery tip plunged in almost painfully deep and her claws tore against the ground. Her lips twisted back, but she couldn't get away as her body was forced to stretch open wider and wider. Her breath caught in her throat as she felt the furred loins shoving up closer and closer against her. The powerful forelegs wrapped around her waist and yanked her backwards as the cock nearly hammered up against her cervix before pulling back. The dribbling heat of the precum smeared out around the edges while she was left bracing herself with her forelegs. Oh god, too big, it was too big.
The base of it was straining her open so wide that she felt her outer lips being stretched open to the point that they were nearly tearing open. Her hind legs splayed open wider and wider to try and make room for the base that crammed itself up against her outer lips. They were nearly bruising her as she screeched out again and felt an ooze of wetness dribbling down around her outer lips. The sharp sweet scent flooded her nose while her tongue lolled out from her large muzzle. Her breath came out in short hard pants as the tip ground itself up against her cervix and then the wolf yanked backwards nearly taking her with him. The glistening shaft was nearly pulling itself out to the tip leaving her immature walls contracting and clutching around him helplessly.
Cynric's mind was lost in the sudden rush of need that overwhelmed her defenses. The man that she had been was being buried beneath them, it was being torn away with the pulsing feel of her heart against her chest. The pulses ran through her passage as the cock plunged forward and hit roughly against her cervix. The wolf on her back growled his approval, his teeth tugged against her scruff and clamped down. Her head was pulled upwards while her tongue fell down past her fangs. She felt a brush of the mind that slipped against her own, a hot feral mind that fiercely approved of her and everything she had become. It added to her need, his need fueled the bonfire of her desire as she yelped out at the next thrust.
Her hind legs were splayed open wide as the man inside of her slipped deep in the darkness of her mind. The cock plunged into her body as the tip hammered right up against her cervix and then pulled backwards so that the knot hammered up against the outer lips. It pushed roughly against her clit and ground itself against her while the powerful haunches pulled her upwards. Her hind legs were being lifted up in the air as the wolf's tip sent out a hot jet of precum that hit along her cervix. It drooled out into her passage and started to be forced around the edges. Her own arousal was starting to build up as she clenched and squeezed around him. She milked around him as the tip started to dig harder against her cervix and her haunches were forced higher in the air.
She was becoming lost in the moment while the fangs dug harder against her scruff and the tip started to wedge and shove up against her cervix. She twisted and squirmed under the feel of it opening a part of her body that was designed to be opened by something going in. The knot started to stretch and push at her outer lips while her paws were being yanked backwards further and further. She twisted her hips as the fires built up and they were tempered with the pain of her swollen folds yawning open to the point that they were nearly tearing. Her walls clamped down tightly before the sudden lunge forward popped the swollen bulb past her outer lips. It slammed into her with a lewd wet noise that was caught with a screaming cry.
The tip wedged into her cervix and her clutching walls clamped down around the shaft and started to pull from the base all the way to the tip. Her body was starting to shake as the knot swelled open wider and wider while the hips were wildly thrusting against her. The tugging pulls backwards made her folds look even more swollen. Her breath came out raggedly as her powerful inner muscles locked in place around the cock. The wolf above her released her neck with a throaty growl so she was able to drop her head. The sense of his triumph, pleasure and desire spiked through her until she felt as if she were being consumed by flames.
The wolf's cock suddenly pulsed deep inside of her as the pounding of the wolf's heart could be felt in the swell of the knot. The tip was plunged achingly deep while she contracted hotly around him before the first hot jet of lupine cum erupted into her passage. Her walls squeezed and milked around him as it felt as if liquid fire was being splashed into her passage. One after another hit her womb, spearing in deep while she was trapped back against him. Her haunches were locked in place, legs straining as her tail hit roughly against the curve of the outer hip. Her tongue lolled out as she cried out roughly and her toes curled down against the ground as the next sperm rich rush of cum hit hard against the back of her womb. Trapped by the sheer girth of the monster that kept her trapped in place.
The large furred body rubbed along her back as the male's hot breath panted against her neck. His tongue flicked out and started to caress in a slow rolling touch. It sent a tremor running down the back of her neck as she let out a breathy noise. She could feel the relief of feeling his overly swollen orbs being drained. Each throb was an added relief as the thick hot strands were flung deep inside of her until she could almost feel her belly starting to swell open. The contractions rolled through her as she bathed in that relief from the male. Her breath spilled out a soft rush while she wriggled and simply held him up as best as she could. Oh it felt so good, the wolf soothed an itch in ways that she had never imagined before.
Deep inside of her the man shifted and stirred inside of her consciousness. Terrified, confused and frightened from what had just happened. The she-wolf rolled over Cynric's thoughts and pushed him into the darkness again. She had what she wanted. Just as the male on her back did. And when they were done they would run. They would tear across the park and hunt.. oh it would be good. She a soft growling purr she squeezed around the massive knot inside of her. She hoped that wouldn't be for a while yet though..
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Birds twittered and sunlight flowed over Patrick's face as he stirred in the early morning light. The frost that rimmed the grass made it damnably cold as he curled himself forward and started to shake despite his normal ability to keep warm in any weather. He groaned a little bit and stretched out as he felt his nude body getting chilled as he rolled over. He blinked his eyes a few times and squinted up at the sunlight and the familiar spread of his oak tree above him. He frowned a little bit up at it and tried to recall what had happened last night. His last clear memory came from the start of the change last night, but he couldn't recall anything else past that.
Fuck... Uncle Eric warned me about this... _ He moved his hand up and rubbed his hand over his face. _Fucking drug dealer.. I must have lost control..
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Keeping control of his wolf was something he had believed he had perfected. At least, he'd never lost his grip on his mind or let the beast out unless he was primarily in control. He was proud of himself for that. He always had been. The fact that he had lost his temper enough that he'd changed into a wolf and his other half had taken over was frightening. He licked his lips and let out a sound of relief as he didn't taste any blood. Not even a hint of copper. He hadn't gone hunting, at least. That was the first problem when the wolf was entirely in control. It tended to go hunting when it was hungry and what it considered food. That probably meant he'd gone for a wild run and somehow managed back in his yard the next day. His memories were certainly foggy enough that nothing stood out.
Patrick let out a soft puff and sat up with a groan as he felt his body and lower hips starting to ache as if they were bruised. As he stood up something rolled off his hip and he frowned a little bit. He blinked in confusion as a large furred head slipped from his hip and a midnight black werewolf shifted deeper into the leaves that had fallen around the base of the oak leaves. The broad head was tilted to one side as the large ears flicked backwards against the curve of the head. The wolf was massive, not in a man-wolf form, but a full on wolf form that made it nearly the size of a pony. It, no her, body was sprawled out on her side and her breath rose and fell with deep full breaths. The gleam of sunlight spilled over the edges of the fur and brought out a hint of blue high lights.
The hell.. He blinked a bit blearily at the strange wolf. Werewolves were rare, hell, only his uncle, himself and a small pack of three siblings in Canada were the ones he knew of. And never a female werewolf.
As he was trying to figure out where the hell he'd picked up a female werewolf, the shape shifted and seemed to draw in a deep breath. As the morning light reached higher the large form started to melt away as if he were staring at an icicle being passed beneath hot water. The black fur receded and disappeared as a pale form started to pull out of all that darkness. She grew smaller and more delicately boned as he shifted up onto his knees. He ran his fingers through his hair and winced a little bit as he realized he was nude. What a way to meet a girl. Hell, what a fucking way to meet the first female werewolf he'd ever seen!
It wasn't until the last of the dark fur receded that he got a good look at the unconscious person at his side. Person, not female. Though the face was delicately boned and the lips were full and red, it was most definitely not female. The slender body wasn't female at all, though, it was purely male. Right down to place that mattered most. Patrick stared down in horror at the face of the young drug dealer he had seen last night. The dark thick lashes rested against his upper cheeks and his face was slack and relaxed. His entire body was limp and exhausted, not even stirring a hand as the last tingles of the change left.
Oh sweet jesus... His mind went still as he frantically searched through his own mind. He clawed through his thoughts and tried to reach towards his wolf desperately. His wolf who had taken control of his body entirely last night. His wolf who had...
Deep in his mind the silver and black shape was curled up and radiating contentment and peace. The big brute was almost purring with it. He had had a fine night indeed. He had found a mate to call his own and bred her well, he had run beneath the moon with her at his side and they had curled up beneath the oak tree together. After over twenty years of running alone or with other males, he had finally gotten what he wanted, though he had had to make it himself.
Oh fucking hell.. Patrick stared down at the young man and swallowed. Uncle Eric is going to flay me alive if he ever hears about this...