Legend Of A Werewolf chap 1: When it all starts
Author Note: Ok Finally brought out the first chapter of my series i've decided to write it's kinda fun even if many people don't like it or even read it ^_^
Warning: This story contains a human Mastrubateing if you are not of legal age leave now (course why would you be here if not) :P
Legend Of A Werewolf
Chapter 1 When it all starts
Darkness... quite darkness not this peaceful darkness where you feel safe, oh no darkness where you feel eyes on you where your skin tingles in the cold air. All I see is blackness and hear in the distance rustling of the trees the chirping of the crickets. I can't even feel myself all I know is I'm afraid, afraid of this evil darkness afraid I will be trap in this void forever. All of the sudden I feel a presence and smell a pungent smell of blood and rot. I try to find myself searching in the darkness ,then out of know where light shines "but what light I wonder" It's the moon beaming down upon me and that's when I see it the thing that feels so familiar the thing I'm afraid of but for some reason also over joyed to see. What's standing in front of me is a canine not just any canine but a wolf. Standing on all fours with a savage look in its glowing yellow eyes and blood and a corpse of who knows what in its jaws. I stare at it my mind telling me to get the hell out of there my body saying stay. Then out of nowhere it drop the carcuse and Howls into the darkened sky.
I wake up with a start sweat pouring on my bed sheets and all over my body, the first thing I notice is the sun blazing through my window blinds, Blinding me for a few second and when my vision restores, My eyes go wide like saucers my mouth drop open so far it should have left my jaw dislocated. What I awoke to was horrible my bed was shredded my walls had cut marks my shelf's in peaces my system and stereo had been smashed and the worst thing there was blood all over my body. And it wasn't (MINE), Think think I told myself there's nothing wrong ok your stuff is destroyed you have blood on you there's a reasonable thing for all this. I kept trying to convince myself that nothing was wrong and a rational explanation for all this but all I could think of was that damn nightmare I had, Maybe something's wrong with me I'm hallucinating I'm sure. Trying to forget everything I run out of my room naked not giving a damn if anyone saw me. I book it to the bathroom lock the door and just stand there my back against the door trying to figure this all out. Nothing came to me and I decided I would have a nice hot shower to relax myself. I turn on the tap and well waiting for the water to heat up I look at myself in the mirror. I'm a 16year old human male Named Tray peach skinned 5'8 with a slender build more like a swimmers body though I don't swim much I have short brown shaggy hair with Hazel eyes.
I jump into the shower and let the heat wash away my stress and confusion. I lather my self up starting from my neck down when I get down to my groin I pay more attention to that area, Subconiosly start to stroke my member well I'm stroking I think about all the hot guys and girls in my school I 'm Bisexaul, So I like both he he! anyways I start stroking my now semi hard 6inche cock to my rock hard 9inches I've always been impressed with my well endowment. My palm slowing stroking my member into rhythmic movements up and down my un occupied hand goes lower down to my dangling ball sack messaging them to stimulate myself to an explosive orgasm I close my eyes breathing softly feeling my cock throb with the attention I'm giving it the heat building up in my whole body I start panting and in one finally motion I let lose a stream a milky white splurts of cum on the shower wall. After caughting my breath I finish cleaning my body and dry off.
Towel around my waist I open the door to see my little brother Ryan he's 13 years old he's 4'7 long brown hair that reaches down to his shoulders. He has forest green eyes and wears oval glasses over them he is quite skinny and I mean skinny he weights about 75pounds that's all his arms are like sticks with minimal muscle he's starting to gain more body muscle since he started high school. "Hey little bro" I say to him well passing by. He yawns his droopy eyes still half closed "Arhh... Heeey" he says then enters the bathroom and closes the door. I enter my room once again confronted with the war zone that I can't comprehend looking through the mess I grab some clothes. I slip on some boxers and black t shirt with a funny logo on it saying C.S.I and down below it says CANT STAND IDIOTS, I put some lose fitting jeans on and put on my favorite hoody its black and thin but has fur lining in it one of my favs for keeping warm. After putting on my clothes I walk down stairs smelling a yummy aroma I walk into the kitchen to see my Mom Jane at the stove she's 6feet tall Long Blonde hair with somewhat of an hourglass shape to her and Forest green eyes. And sitting at the table is my Dad Shawn sipping his coffee He's 6'6 with broad shoulders more like a body builders build, with short brown hair and hazel eyes. Typically I've got most of my dad's genes and hope to get the body later to. "Morning" I call as I walk into the kitchen and take a seat waiting for my meal. My dad looks over at me and raises an eye brow "Son is something wrong" he questions, He always can tell when something's up. "Well um... have we had a break in or something? I blurt out. Both my parents stare wide eyed at me mom with a worried look on her face. "Son what are you talking about exactly? " "Um... well...ahh I woke up with blood on me and my room torn apart" Immediately after I say this my mom gasp and my dad is up in a heary, And running up stairs to see for himself I follow slowing and mother right behind me. When we reach my room my dad is standing at the door looking deep in thought. I walk up to him and ask what the matter is. "Son get ready for school mean while Jane we need to talk" all I can think of it Uh oh.
My parents leave me to get ready for school well they go to the room and talk all I can hear is muffled noises and a few sobs or something. (I hope nothings wrong) I thought. When I'm ready I nock on there door. There's a dead silence "Mom dad me and Ryan are leaving bye see you later" I call, Ryan and I leave are house headed for the bus stop well where walking there I keep thinking about what my parents are talking about. My brother is oblivious and hopefully it will stay that way. The two of us get on to the bus first thing we see is a grumpy looking lion bus driver his name is Dave no clue how old he is I swear he's in his forty's but I over heard roomers that's he's only in his twenty's he's 6'8 with an athletes body strong chiseled arms broad shoulders and a cute little kitten face, I swear I love furs there so cute I know funny how I see a lion that could snap me in half and eat me cute, the only strange thing about Dave is he has a green eye on his left and a red on his right. Christmas colors yay, anyways we get on the bus and see many furs and humans conversing with each other and a gross smell of sweat and other things I don't want to know about. I see my fox buddy and human girl friend (Keyword Girl and Friend not girlfriend) Jason and Rowan Jason is a arctic fox 16 years also 5'9 kind of skinny for his age but still looks fit for anything thrown at him he has a few dark black patches of fur on his arms,knees,tail,and streak of red on his right arm and has the usual fox gloves and boots of black fur and a red scar on his muzzle never told me where he got it from, he has ocean blue eyes and a big fluffy tail sometimes annoys me by hitting me with it, he has black on the tips of his ear and tail.
Rowan is an average human girl 16years of course wavy burnet hair tied in a pony tail tan skin beautiful complexion she is about 5'7 with brown eyes and a sort of super models body not to thin but not to fat and I think she has c size breasts never would I ever ask her that though. I sit next to my friends still deep in thought about this morning well my friends chat away as if I'm not even there figures, all I can keep thinking about is the wolf in my dream the black wavy fur with white fur on the belly and tip of the tail and yellow almost menacing eyes, As I'm thinking, There's a small tap to my shoulder which makes me jump a bit, I turn to see Jason poking me moving his muzzle but I'm so caught up in thinking I'm not hearing anything coming out of his muzzle. Finally I give my head a firm shake and tried to listen to him "Hey Tray you listening anyone there...Hello!" I finally speak some non existent words leave my mouth "jest ma la" Now both of my friends are looking at me strangely, ( Oh great I sound like I'm going insane) "ahh... sorry guys just had some trouble this morning" I manage to say. "Hey no probs bud what's up" Jason reply's, So I tell them what happened and when I'm finished they look at me like I'm crazy, (great now I am crazy to them) as we get off the bus I feel somewhat relive to be at school who knows you could be happy about that, We enter are high school Roles Oak high and, don't speak a word about what I told them. I separate with my friends and head to my locker, I put in my combo and grab my supplies only to have my peaceful time for once today destroyed by two gruff word "Gay faggot" (guess who) is all I'm thinking of course it's my damn retard bully Tucker the damn dirty low life Tiger that messes with me every day, But today I'm to confuse and mentally tired to care about the name calling, he just calls me that to get me annoyed its only a few of the names he calls me, some are Bastard White trash waste of space peace of shit the list goes on. Anyways I grab my books and start to head to my first block class math only to be stop by a muscular orange paw with black stripes on it and sharp claws sticking out of the paw, And I face the idiot tiger, He is a large fur 17years old quarter back for the football team of course a jock I know right, anyways he's 6'8 with strong upper body I've seen it before a 6 pack in all with the normal orange and black stripes for a tiger he's the average looking one sept a very strong one indeed, He's got dark blue eyes and a set of fangs he's flashing me right now( same old same old ) is all I'm thinking, "Hey retard I'm talking to you" He says "Not now Tucker I got to go to class" I reply "well I don't give two shits if your late it's time for your early morning beating" Tucker cracks his knuckles in the way of telling me get ready, Now I'm starting to get really annoyed and something in me snaps, I grab his arms and twist it a sick *Crack* noise is heard loud and clear to everyone in the halls my arms start to grow hair no not hair fur and then somewhere I grew a un known strength and threw him over my shoulders into the lockers and let an animalist snarl leave my throat, My eyes glow yellow and muscles start to show, And then I get my sense back the fur disappears the muscle go back to my own size and my eyes go back to hazel and now I feel weaker and tired, I stare blankly at what I just did, "What the Fuck" I say out loud, Mean while Tucker is Flabbergasted and slowly steps away from me, "Freak" he yells and dashes away, Everyone in the halls is staring at me. ( Man what the fuck was that ) is going through my head, and try to block out the muffle whispers and head to math class only to be lectured by an 5,7 45year old Cat with a slender build small arms long womanly legs with a tail that's at least a foot long this cat has bright blue stripes all across her body with brown fur through out the rest with Burgundy eyes and big dorky harry potter glasses on, for being late, "Mr Unrau your late what have you got to say for yourself" Mrs.Kennady says in her very annoying tone, "ahh.." is all I can get out before she cuts me off " Nothing that's right nothing explains your lateness now get your ass in the chair and listen to the lesson" Yea I know right rude swearing teachers she always hated me, I go sit at my desk where my friend Rowan is sitting a desk beside me, "psst what were you so late for" she asks "Ahh... well I don't want to talk about it" of course that kind of erks her and she continues to try and get me to tell her through out the class hour, Finally the bell ring with a loud *Brinnng* and I'm out of my seat in a second and out the door not waiting for my friend to keep integrating me. Classes go by very slowly through out the day, Every time I enter a new class I see people whispering and staring and pointing at me, (High school Gossip central) I thought to myself, My friends now know what went down sort of people keep adding on to the story saying lies like I paid him to fake it or I'm using steroids, Yeah right little balls who want that. Finally the final bell lets out the blessed shriek for us to go home, I jump on the bus ignoring all the gossip and stare out the window at the sunny sky well the bus moves on towards home.
I enter my home not even stopping to greet my parents and rush to my room, when I get there I let out a gasp seeing my room back to normal well almost my stuff still wrecked but the room clean and no blood (Thanks God!) I can only think, I lay on my bed and try to fall into dream land to wash away my hectic day.
I feel cold alone but not scared I almost feel like I belong here where ever here is all I see are trees bushes all shaded in the darkness I hear nothing No cricket not howls nothing to make me feel un safe or aware. But then there is a rustling I spin around watching the trees and bushes shake, I sigh (Just the wind) I tell myself, I turn around and continue studying my surrounding, But then I feel this presence and a warm breeze blow against my neck making me shiver from my neck to my toes, I slowly turn around and what I see is a shadowed figure with menacing yellow eyes.
I Jump falling to the floor I look around a breath I sigh of relieve at the recognition of my bedroom floor, I crawl on my hands and knees and slowly stand up just to almost fall over again from being dizzy. I leave my room and head down stairs quietly no need to put clothes on I didn't take them off when I went to bed. I see my dad at the table reading his paper drinking coffee seeming disappointed for some reason, when he hears me coming down he looks right a me but does not say a word, I feel very uncomfortable but just wait for him to speak. Finally he speaks up and the words come out very sad sounding "Son we need to talk"