Terno
A lonely boy discovers a new world.
Author's note: New series. Apparently I don't get writer's block when our internet is out. Enjoy. :)
"Please visit us again sir." Laird was saying the same tired old thing for the twelfth time that day. His manager had told him to be 'cheery' around the customers. 'Cheery' meaning as fake as possible, of course. He tried to keep a straight face as he rang up the single child's toy and watched the toy recipient's father's own attempt at composure. All while said child begged and pleaded for something else that was no doubt more expensive and ten times more likely to break.
He let out a little yawn. At least after today he was off for the weekend. Some time to relax away from the bustling store, tired parents and bratty children. He smiled to himself as his timecard was fed into its slot, hearing the little 'click' that signaled his freedom.
The drive home was short, monotonous, and as usual, no one else on the road seemed qualified to ride a bike, much less drive a car. He was glad when he finally pulled into the parking lot of the apartment complex he lived in. When he opened the door to his small flat, he sighed in relief and kicked off his shoes, falling into the delightfully cool bed and snuggling down into the expensive sheets he'd received on his 18th birthday from a good friend.
Perhaps he'd be able to spend some time at the local bar later. Maybe he'd meet some guy and take him home... Okay, maybe that was a little TOO ambitious. It had been a fairly dry month for him, though. Hell, he hadn't even had a guy look at him for weeks. It wasn't that he wasn't attractive. His body was fairly toned, he had a nice backside, rounded and smooth, and his hair was long and accented his soft features well, the dark brown bangs falling over his eyes if he wasn't careful. If anything, he looked like a tomboyish girl. He just couldn't seem to catch anyone's eye.
Turning over onto his back, the nineteen year old reached over to his bedside table and grabbed his laptop, flipping it open and sitting through the usual booting process. A click of the mouse later, he was surfing the web, visiting some of his favorite sites. Of course, most, if not all of those sites were porn sites. Eventually, while looking over some risqué pictures of men wearing police uniforms doing some impressive things with nightsticks, a banner caught his eye on the side of the page.
"Are you bored with your life? Come join us here in Terno, where ordinary people become extraordinary." The ad proclaimed, a naked werewolf with a rather large sheath and a 'come-hither' look in its eyes completing the picture. Eh, what could it hurt? At worst, he could find some more pictures of that delicious wolf. Laird clicked on the banner.
Immediately his computer screen popped up the usual message. "Are you over 18?" He clicked 'Yes," which immediately popped up the next message "Do you agree to take on all responsibility for your own safety?" followed by a long legal document. Laird's eyebrow rose at this. Some sort of gimmick? May as well give it a try.
After scrolling to the end of it, the 'accept' button became clickable. A final click and his entire screen went blank. Oh no, was the damn website just a virus? He didn't have long to ponder what exactly was going on, for in seconds, the boy's body was sucked into the screen and his whole world went black.
His eyes opened to the sound of crickets. He let out a groan at the noise, his head pounding as if he'd spent the night out drinking. Who in the world opened the window? Sitting up, he realized he could see the stars. To either side of his vision, dark trees stood. He seemed to be in the middle of a clearing in a forest. Yet, how could that be?
When Laird moved to stand up, placing his hand on the ground, he did a double take. He had paws. Furry auburn paws the same color that his hair had been just before he'd ended up there. His other hand had become much the same. Furred fingers flexed claws where his nails had once been. Unbelievable! What had happened to him?
Stranger still, the boy could smell the forest around him. Not just the usual smell of leaves that one would expect, though. He could smell the animals hiding in the brush, the scent of clean water nearby, and something headier, something irresistible that he'd never smelled before. His hands- correction- paws moved up to feel his head for bumps.
What he found was enough to make him gasp. He had the ears of a wolf, and his face had elongated into a muzzle. No wonder his sense of smell was so heightened, and to a lesser extent his hearing. He'd become a wolf!
Standing, Laird moved from foot paw to foot paw. His balance hadn't changed, though he now had a fluffy tail sprouting from just above his shapely rump. Looking back at said appendage, he noticed something that brought heat to his furry cheeks. He wasn't wearing any sort of clothing. From head to toe, the newly changed wolf was completely naked. How embarrassing!
Well, first thing was first. He had no idea where he was, and he was thirsty. Luckily, his heightened sense of smell was making it abundantly clear that there was water not far from where he was. He shrugged and decided to follow his nose, his paw self consciously moving down to cover the new sheath that covered his wolfhood.
It was only a few minutes' walk until he heard the sound of water rushing, reaching the bank of a small stream surrounded by the same tall trees as the clearing he had just come from. Kneeling down, the parched wolf scooped some of the water into his paw and drank greedily. It was the most amazing thing he had ever tasted. Clear, crisp, and refreshing, as well as delightfully cool. Yet, even as he enjoyed the drink, he could smell that same mysterious scent, the one that seemed to beckon him, to call out to him.
The wolf stood, walking along the bank of the stream towards whatever was making that scent. He didn't know why, but he simply had to find out what it was coming from.
It wasn't long before he came upon a campfire, next to which an animal skin tent was stretched. The scent seemed to be coming from the inside of the tent, from which a loud panting and growling was issuing, the tent shaking in a telltale rhythm. Curious, the wolf poked his head in to a blush inducing sight.
Before him lay a mouthwatering male specimen lay. Muscles bulged on the wiry frame of another wolf, sweat glistening on the surface of the black fur that covered them. The male's body seemed well worked, yet he wasn't conventionally muscular. His body called to mind that of a hunter. Sleek, deadly, and capable. Laird's eyes trailed down that taut stomach to his busy paws, which were currently working away at a thick piece of wolf meat. It was from said member that the mouthwatering smell was issuing. Laird now knew that what he had been scenting, even from hundreds of feet away, was an aroused male.
"Are you going to keep staring or are you going to come help me out, boy?" A growl snapped Laird out of his reverie as the other wolf's eyes popped open, a self-confident smirk gracing the features of that masculine muzzle. Below his waist, his paws never skipped beat, beads of sticky pre leaving his fluted tip and drooling down to lubricate his paws.
Laird could only stammer out, his cheeks heating up in embarrassment. "W-what do you mean, sir? We've only just met. I couldn't... I can't..." His will started to waver, the scent of the cock in front of him filling his senses and clouding his judgment. He needed to taste it. Needed it like he had never needed anything before in his life.
The other wolf's toothy grin never left his muzzle as he let out a purring growl, obviously able to tell that his newfound prey wasn't going to try to run. "Why don't you taste it, kid...? I promise you'll like it. After all, you can only sit there drooling for so long..."
Laird wiped his muzzle. He had been drooling. What was wrong with him? He'd never felt like this before, even when he was with another man. Oh, screw it. He didn't know where he was. He didn't know what he was. Having fun with someone he just met didn't seem like that much of a stretch, given the circumstances.
Giving in to his urges, Laird leaned in, his chest against the ground as his long, broad tongue found the heated shaft of the other male. He was unable to hold in a soft groan as the heady musk of the drooling pre filled his mouth. He simply had to have more. Lapping his way up to the tip, the aroused wolf gave it a tender onceover with his tongue, and then opened his muzzle, careful of the sharp teeth that filled it, and started to sink down the other male's length.
Judging by the reaction of the other male, Laird was doing a nice job. Every flick of his tongue across the very top of that hard, thick doggy meat brought a moan to its owner's lips. The other wolf's claws dug into the soft furs that lined the bottom of the tent, his eyes once again closing. "That's it, boy... Take it all... I'll have a nice treat for you if you're good."
Laird could only look up at the other wolf's pleasured expression, nearly all of the large cock now deep in his eager muzzle. One of the perks of having a muzzle now was that he didn't have to deepthroat. His head bobbed on the thick meat, tongue lapping at the underside of it while that tasty pre filled his muzzle. The sweet treat was soon swallowed, only adding to the heat growing in Laird's body.
By now, the larger male was getting close, his paws on the back of Laird's head, holding him down. The newly transformed wolf's throat started to spasm around the length, though he managed to stop himself from gagging. At the base of the shaft, a large mass of flesh was swelling, stretching his lips. Anatomically correct, eh? That was definitely a new experience for Laird.
The wolf's own member was starting to pulse under him, his hips pushing against the softness of the furs underneath him. The furs were so soft, rubbing against his shaft. He couldn't hold back any longer, letting out a muffled whine as finally his own orgasm washed over him, his seed messing the furs. Pleasure filled his body, his eyes closing as he rode out the waves.
The vibration through the larger male's member seemed to be just what it took to set him off as well. The large meat in Laird's mouth pulsed and suddenly he was struggling to swallow the other wolf's load, a task which was much harder than it seemed, considering the sheer amount of cream being pumped into his muzzle. Laird rose to the occasion though, drinking down every drop that was given to him, his eyes opening to see the owner of the wonderful cock's expression.
He was almost disappointed when the larger wolf's paws gently tugged him from the length, closing one eye just in time to avoid getting any of the other male's spend in it. The last spurt painted his muzzle, accompanied by the owner of the tent's paw rubbing through his head fur, provoking a soft little sigh from the sated canine.
"Best muzzle I've had in years... What's your name, boy?" The larger male let Laird sit up, chuckling softly at the mess he'd made on the comfortable furs, and at the sheepish expression on the boy's face. Those strong arms went up behind his head, giving him a carefree look. "Name's Luciano, if you're wondering."
Laird, feeling rather sensual as he licked his lips, the taste of fresh seed on his tongue, murmured "L-laird sir. My name's Laird." His blush was nearly showing through his fur. Had he just blown a guy without knowing his name? Well, he supposed, that was the best icebreaker in existence.