To Serve a Werewolf
The foxdragon walked down the sidewalk, stepping across the pavement. He had wings, large, yellow things that sprouted out of his grey-furred back, but he wasn't using them. Instead, he trotted along in his big, fancy boots and made his way through the crowd on foot.
He was sure that nothing could hurt him, fearless to the world around him. After all, he was a master at close combat. He had full scope of his surroundings, and he didn't have to worry about anything. Except for that huge foot paw coming straight towards him!
He was kicked a good five feet along the sidewalk. He fell onto the pavement, scraping his arm so that green blood oozed from the cut, and he cursed himself for not having heard the soft-trotting paws coming. Of course, his sensitive hearing couldn't pick up everything.
To his surprise, the figure stopped. Not many creatures took notice of him, which usually allowed him access to almost anywhere he wanted to go. But now it cast its shadow over him so that everything went dark.
"What's a little micro like you doing in a place like this?" a voice demanded. "You almost made me trip!"
He quickly made his way to his feet and unsheathed Drakcaliburn. "Stay back, you fiend!" He shouted. "I do not fear the likes of you! With this sword, I shall - hey!" The creature plucked the sword from his hand and peered at it with interest.
"Nice sword you got there, little guy! Mind if I have it?" The giant grinned and the foxdragon glared coldly. It picked him up and held him in front of its face. "Look, I'll give it back later. What's your name?"
He decided this was a worthy question, and said proudly, "My name is Lightning the Foxdragon, and if you do not release me, I will unleash the fullness of my wrath upon you! I will cause pain so great you will beg for mercy!"
"You won't do anything like that if you want your sword back," the big fur answered sternly. "My name's Werehog, and it looks like you'll be coming home with me. Let's go."
"Hey!" Lightning shouted as the fingers around him tightened and he started to move. He was held firmly and he realized there was no use in trying to escape. He decided that a noble warrior would bide his time for later. Instead, he analyzed his captor.
It was black. All over its body was black fur, with no changes or patterns he could make out. It was solid, decisive, and confident. Except for the eyes. The creature's eyes were a swirling red that seemed to hypnotize him when he looked at them directly. They were pleasant and careless now, but Lightning could tell that they could become monstrous if angered. He made note not to anger the beast in the future. He'd try to find in indiscrete way of escaping.
Its body form looked familiar, as though he had seen it before in battle, but he couldn't quite place it. It was as though it had been altered in some way, not as nature had intended. But there was something natural about the way it flowed, too.
"I can't figure out what you are . . . Werehog," he began. "Can you tell me?"
Werehog glanced at him. "I'm a werewolf."
"Werewolf?" Lighting's interest was perked. "But . . . it's not a full moon! How are you able to walk around while it's still daylight?"
"It's not a curse, so I don't have daylight rules. I chose to become this. I was a human from far away and I decided to take a spell that let me become a werewolf."
"You decided - but wait! Doesn't the transformation hurt? Isn't it truly painful? Why would you just decide to become a werewolf?"
"I wanted to be free. And it's permanent," Werehog answered shortly. "Enough questions, we're here. Welcome to my lair."
Lightning looked at it dubiously. "But this is just a house! A really, really big house, but a house just the same."
"Yup, and you're going to help me with some chores," Werehog said cheerily.
"Chores!? I'm not doing chores! Do them yourself! I'm tiny, remember?"
Werehog looked at the little foxdragon . "You want your sword back, don't you? And anyway, I know the tiny thing is just an act. You have super strength."
Lightning didn't know how the werewolf knew this, but he straightened himself and reclaimed his warrior disposition. "Uh - Yes. I would be honored to serve you as fully as I can for your hospitality. I will clean as fast as a cheetah, dust as thoroughly as a gale of wind. I will-"
"You're gonna clean my windows," Werehog said, handing him a small bucket of water and a large cloth which he ripped in two. "And don't come back here until I can see my beautiful face reflected off the glass!" He placed the 25 lb sword on the table, out of reach, and sat back on the couch. He peered at the micro.
"Yes, sir," Lightning sighed. He looked up at the glass panes towering high above him. Werehog raised an eyebrow. He took a deep breath and made a jump, bucket in hand, onto a book, a table, and finally the windowsill. He didn't spill a single drop of water.
These windows were filthy! They hadn't been washed in ages. Lightning climbed up a curtain to the very top and slid down a window pane, scrubbing furiously. In no time at all, the mounds of accumulated filth were scrubbed clean and the window sparkled. It only took him about twenty minutes to clean the entire window set. Panting, he turned to Werehog for approval.
"Nice job, little guy! Although I don't know why you didn't just use your wings." Lightning's ears flattened. "I mean, impressive work, worthy of a warrior!" Lightning seemed to like this better and Werehog snickered. "Now I want you to . . . uh . . . sweep my floor!"
"With what?" Lightning demanded.
"You've got a big fluffy tail, don't you?"
"So do you . . ." Lightning grumbled, but he did as he was told. He went around the entire kitchen and living room floor, and swept up every grain of dirt into a big pile using only his tail. He used his wings like catapults to hurl the dirt into the trash bucket. He was surrounded by a cloud of dust that made him cough violently. By the time it had settled he was filthy, although the floor was still cleaner than it had been before.
Werehog had Lightning do so many chores that he became thoroughly acquainted with the house, as though it were his own. He probably knew it better than Werehog himself now! He was starting to enjoy himself, though. He'd make little games out of it, and it was pleasing to see how much his effort was paying off. There wasn't much crime in this area of the world, and his duty as a warrior often got dull. Here he felt useful. And Werehog wasn't so bad a creature himself.
Finally he had done all he could do and was told he could take a relaxing shower in the sink. It really wasn't that bad. He lathered himself up with a chunk of soap he was given until he was squeaky clean, and he enjoyed the torrent of warm water that crashed down over him. Werehog helped lift him out and before he knew it he was sitting on the werewolf's lap. He'd completely forgotten about his sword.
Werehog leaned over and gave him a lick. He said appreciatively, "Good, you don't taste like cleaning solution anymore."
"Huh?"
"Nothing. But I do have a couple more jobs for you." Werehog grinned.
Lightning looked at him inquisitively. "What are they?"
Werehog stretched out his legs and wiggled his toes. "Rub my paws."
Obediently, Lightning climbed down a leg and positioned himself in front of one of Werehog's paws. He looked up and down. It was about the same length as he was tall and twice as wide. It was furry and warm, and he buried his face in it. He rubbed enthusiastically, giving a few laps here and there, which Werehog seemed to enjoy. He massaged the paw pads and pressed into the toes, not using all of his super strength but just enough to make Werehog moan with delight.
He breathed deeply and worked slowly, and he gave the best paw rub Werehog had felt in ages. But there was still a whole paw left that he hadn't touched. When he'd done all he could for the first paw, Lightning moved on to the second.
Werehog practically whooped as his other foot paw was treated with the same efficiency as the first. This one was a little more sensitive and he couldn't help but to kick out a few times, but Lightning held on and didn't stop. His paws were treated with the ultimate care, and Lighting smiled back at him. Werehog couldn't help but to lick his lips, just a little.
Finally, Lightning was done. He hugged the paw, tired as could be, and Werehog scooped him up and put him back on his belly, petting him gently. "Don't forget, I still have one more job for you."
After a minute, Lightning sat up. "What is it?" he asked, panting a little.
"I want a belly rub," Werehog said.
Lightning started to work at his belly but Werehog shook his head and scooped him up. "No, from the other side." He grinned.
Lightning blinked. And then it dawned on him. "No way. I'm not going in there!"
"Sure you are!" Werehog said cheerily, and dangled him in front of his face.
"H-how would I even fit?" Lightning whined and trashed around.
Werehog chuckled. "Oh, I've swallowed a lot worse than you. It'll be fine." Lightning struggled harder.
"You gotta let me go, Werehog! You - you vile villain! I swear by my sword, there will come a day when you shall - you shall - mmph!" At this point, Werehog had already shoved him in his mouth.
Lightning was small enough that Werehog could fit him in completely. He closed his lips and tossed him around with his tongue, and suckled on every inch of him. Lightning struggled, but to no avail. He could do nothing. Werehog swallowed a few times and Lightning was sent down a narrow passageway that expanded as he slid through. He was deposited into Werehog's belly. He sat there dumbly, unable to believe what had just happened.
But just sitting there wasn't going to get him anywhere. He looked around, and he realized he still had a job to do.
Werhog smiled as Lightning started to rub.