Changes *revised version*
Hey guys. i read your comments so far and i rewrote some of it. thanks for all the tips, as they are greatly appreciated. I thank you for your comments and i will keep writing!
<3 A Bloodsucker
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It hurts more than you could imagine.
Flesh and bone shifting and changing with a savage ferocity that threatens to consume the mind. Leaving nothing but the raw passion and lust of the animal. That's how it used to be...
At first, I was always lost in the change. The human mind lost to the animal instinct as completely as the bare flesh was to the fur. So many lost nights. Waking naked in a wilderness with no idea how I came to be there. Feeling spent and alone with a terrible, unidentifiable sense of grief. It was as if I had lost the very best part of myself. Being a werewolf was the most of my worries. I was sick of changes, and of changing.
Then came the dreams. Flashes of something inhuman. Consumed by feelings of raw passion and intensity. Then waking. Filled with a furious passion that had left my body soaking with sweat and cum. Slowly, I realized that the dream was only a fragment of a memory. The reality as being more incredible than the fantasy.
In time, the beast and I came to live in harmony and I could maintain my memory of the glory of being animal. At night I ran with a pack of wolves that were content for me to hunt and play with them, but I always knew I was still alone and unique. I had a dark grey coat with no flaws whatsoever. I was strong; both emotionally and physically. But I still was saddened and frightened as my dreams were now filled with desires of finding others like myself.
By the way, my name is Little Wolf. I am small, but strong. I have Dark Green eyes, a scratch through my left eye where a male wolf fought with me. He lost, obviously, as I am still alive today.
I now always remember the old Chinese curse, "...be careful what you wish for...it may come true." At the very best, your dreams are likely to carry mixed blessings.
During one bitter winter's night I prowled the woods looking for something or someone to hunt. Then suddenly froze as I encountered a new scent in the air. I turned in circles sniffing the air. It was something strong and powerful. New, and yet frighteningly familiar. I walked north, and the scent got stronger. I ran through the icy air in my full wolf form. My dark, thick coat blending me into the night. Four strong legs propelled me into the pitch darkness. The cold snow causing me to slip now and then while my mind was on the strange scent.
Eventually I came to a stop, the scent ending in a small cave. I looked around, grateful for the night vision the beast within me granted. It was obvious someone had just been here. A simple table occupied the far corner of the cave and upon it lay several items of leather and metal. The opposite corner housed a basic wooden frame, the size of a large man. Each end of it marked by strong leather straps.
"See something you like, Little Wolf?"
I sensed the presence of the Stranger a moment before his words touched my ears. I leapt round, commanding my body to shift into man-wolf form, believing that shape would be the most frightening to the human hunter I expected to face. Sometimes, life is full of surprises...
No human faced me. Instead I was confronted by a dark mirror image of myself. Another man-wolf but darker and larger. Only the occasional small patch of grey marred his jet-black coat. All except for his eyes made him look god-like, almost handsome. He had a brutal glow in his eyes and a smirking jaw-line that chilled me far more than the icy winds. "You are mine now, Little One. You can call me Tenebrae. Although Master may become more appropriate. I have been watching you or years. How you fight, how you hunt. You are nothing compared to me. And now, you are mine. Forever." His voice growled with menace and I found no words would come from my muzzle. I just stood there, shocked at what was going on.
"Well, what's the matter, Little Wolf? Cat got your tongue!?" smirked Tenebrae and then he leapt. Claws drawn and fangs bared, his left paw aimed straight at my throat.
I moved instinctively, blocking the bulk of his body but unable to prevent his right claw digging hard into my chest. We both rolled to opposite ends of the cave, bringing ourselves to our rear paws before facing off again. I clutched my chest in pain, and found myself to be bleeding more than I thought.
Tenebrae smiled menacingly and licked my blood from his claws, "Just the beginning".
Suddenly, the animal within possesses me. Fear and disappointment were fuelling my rage as I fly towards my enemy.
Shocked by the ferocity of my attack, Tenebrae is beaten down and I pin his limbs to the ground as I sit astride him. Leaving no opportunity for him to recover I howl into the night and then allow my fangs to dive towards his neck and then, for reasons I would not understand until later, I suddenly stop before penetrating his thick coat. I cannot imagine who was the more surprised.
Exploiting my hesitation, my foe strikes me with his huge paw and sends me flying through the entry to the cave and down the sharp incline that waits outside. I yip in surprise and lift my head savagely. I am on my paws in seconds, leaping into the air and entering the cave again with a renewed passion to end the fight but the first sight I see fills me with a desperate dread.
" Surrender, Little Wolf or do you value yourself over the innocent?" Tenebrae is holding a newborn wolf cub, his vicious claws resting on its tender neck. Where it came from, I did not know. All I knew was I could not hurt one of whom I love. I love all creatures, and I could not let that little one get hurt.
"Your choice..."
It is not a choice at all...
Moments later I am being strapped to the wooden frame. All my limbs securely fastened and then the final touch. Tenebrae produced a black, studded leather collar and bound it tightly round my neck. I growled at him and he promptly slashed the side of my face, causing blood to drip down my neck and a whimper to exit my throat
His paw grabs my muzzle roughly and his long, thick tongue caresses my ear with mock affection. "You're mine now, Little Wolf. All mine."
"First, though, we have a score to settle for resisting me earlier. It's obvious no one has been dealing with your discipline. That's going to change. You are to obey me and only me."
Tenebrae picked a heavy brown whip from the table and grinned with menace. Slowly pacing behind me he brings the leather across my rear cheeks sharply. My fur blunts the blow but the pain is still intense. Several blows follow and stop just as suddenly as they began. I whimper repeatedly through the blows, tears slowly streaking down my cheeks.
He's in front of me now. Waving a metal object in front of my face. My eyes take a moment to focus and I register that it's a cutthroat razor. "Let's see how much more it hurts, and humiliates, when you have a bare tail, eh?"
Tenebrae licks the blade with casual disregard for its sharpness and then runs it across my rear end for several strokes. As the winter air touches my newly bare skin I realize he has taken the fur from my backside. This humiliation hurts far more than the strapping but that is little comfort as the strap thrashes against my now vulnerable tail end.
"You look like a monkey, Little Wolf. Your bare, bright red tail sticking out from the fur. You would certainly stand out from the rest of the pack. Now, why don't we give you a matching set?"
I feel Tenebrae's paw grip my cock and balls tightly and then the blade glides over them with an erotic tenderness. Within moments the protective layers of fur have disappeared from around my tools and, unable to resist the thrill of the blade, my cock sticks out long and proud.
"Well, well... The Little Wolf likes the humiliation but what are we to do with this little beast, then?" Tenebrae grips my shaved cock tightly again and his claws push dangerously into my bared sack.
Without warning, Tenebrae takes my stiff beast into his muzzle and allows his tongue to fully explore its length. I have never felt such ecstasy. It provides raw animal warmth that I never dreamed possible. Of course, a moment before glorious climax he withdraws and leaves my beast aching and unsatisfied.
"Now, where were we? Oh yes! Dealing with your shaved tail. Let's see if we can turn it from red to black and blue, shall we?" The strapping commences again with a slow but brutal pace. Each blow carefully measured.
In animal form my strength and stamina are far more than I possess as a mere human but there are limits. Eventually the pain drives my thoughts into the back of my mind and awakens long distant memories.
This is hardly the first time my backside has faced a sound thrashing. My memory reverts me to a thirteen-year-old boy and I'm at school, with my P.E. teacher in an otherwise empty changing room. He has a tight grip of my shoulder and has manufactured some reason to punish me.
Tenebrae stares into my eyes with a cold hatred and it is only now I see there is fear there, too. This teacher sensed I was different and it frightened him as much as it disgusted him. He wanted to break me. All this is clear now. All Tenebrae wants to do is to break me.
I remember him pushing me over the vaulting horse in the corner and his large hands pulling my nylon shorts to the floor. My baggy white Y-fronts then roughly dropped to my knees. He paused for a few moments, lectured me on how "bad" I was and how much this punishment would hurt and was deserved. His belt cris-crossed my young cheeks six times leaving great welts in their path. Tears soaked my face but I would not cry. I would not give him the satisfaction.
As the teacher pulled me from the horse and turned me round, my underwear still hanging at my knees, he did not fail to notice that my cock was solid and prominent. His fury was immediate and he spun me round and viciously smacked my backside with his hand until the welts of his belt melded with the imprints of his hand but my cock remained violently stiff.
I was dragged into the shower room and thrown under a cold shower to dull my boyhood. I will always remember that look of hate and fear as he stared at me but he could not break me and neither will Tenebrae.
Reality returns as my captor ceases beating my tail.
"I thought I had lost you, Little One. I'm glad I now have your full attention again. I wouldn't want you to miss the best part."
Tenebrae wraps his arms around me bringing his chest tightly against my back and then I feel it. A solid length of flesh and fur pressing against my tender rear pushes through my cheeks and penetrates my hole. Inch by inch it enters.
At once we both throw our heads back and howl with passion and fury. I am lost in the moment. Thoughts of escape abandoned for this unforgiving lust and then the moment is gone. Tenebrae withdraws from me with a speed that burns.
All fades to black and I cry myself to sleep.
I awake at the next dusk, still strapped to the wooden table. Tenebrae watches me awake. I look around my body to find shorts and a T-shirt places on my throbbing body. I feel the matted fur around my eyes where I was crying.
"You just wont be broken, will you?" Tenebrae looks at me angrily, "Even after all I did to you, you still enjoyed every inch of it. DAMN YOU! All I wanted to do was take control of you, but you forced me to do this. I can't have you running to the other packs telling them everything I did to you. I have to kill you."
Tenebrae wanders to the table and takes up a beautiful but deadly looking knife. An ancient and ornate handle is blended to a serrated and razor sharp blade. Even in the darkness it glistens with a dangerous glow. Silver. It's made of silver...
"I will not be broken. I will not be broken..." I chant to myself. Muscles strained to their limit against a wooden frame, already weakened by the thrashing of my body against its structure. My eyes turn red, my bones painfully shift and fur grows back into my bare tail and front.
"Tonight you die, Little One. Not what I wanted", grins Tenebrae, "but it'll do."
"No! You will be the one to die! I will not let you do this to others!" I howl into the wilderness and let the animal consume me. Wood shatters and my body is free. Dark fur grows and I grow larger than anytime I have ever changed. I howl loudly, my sound echoing through the nearly darkened cave.
I pick Tenebrae up by the throat and slash his stomach and chest to ribbons, growling menacingly as I did so. I take off into the night, leaving him bleeding to death. As soon as I enter the forest, I hear growling and snarling from behind me. I look back at the cave and see a pack of wolves surrounding what was left of Tenebrae. I grinned and disappeared into the forest.
--End
(Or is it? Stay tuned and watch for a second chapter coming soon)