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--1

Garbed in dark blue garb to blend in with the night, Blackbird descended from the high path down the mountains. For all his poor luck, his latest escapade was a new plateau. Stripped from him was his humanity, his modest male form replaced with that of a bipedal wolf. Though taut just the same, no longer did he have naked skin, a relatively flat face, or a penis which hung freely.

So far, he wasn't caring for his new form at all. Ticks lurking in the forest often nestled into his fur and feasted on his blood, necessitating that he often groom himself. A great many beastly urges had since settled in as well and standing tall among them was a strong desire to breed. Just barely, he got by with furtive masturbation as he ever grew better acquainted with his new, knotted penis.

The unwilling wolf was all too aware of his strange new form. Though he had seen himself only in glimpses in streams, he had an understanding of those cursed with a new body. Most had been born naturally in times well before his own, but even those were owed to humans transformed with powerful and misunderstood magic. Such animal folk were seen as a second-class anomaly and Blackbird expected the typical welcome when he reached the village at the mountain's foot.

Standing torches came into view. Blackbird tightened his cloak and kept the hood over his head. It all but obscured his long snout and hung down to completely hide his uncontrollable tail and make a challenge of perusing his clumsy, tip-toed wolf feet. Yet for all of his care in disguising his cursed form, Blackbird was found out just inside of the town gates. A dog of similar shape wearing clothes of a peasant and whom had a quiet demeanor sidetracked the wolf.

"You're cursed too, I see," the dog murmured with a rueful smile.

Blackbird peered with his brown eyes at the dog. He was a mutt, his body stocky and labor-worn. "Yes I am," Blackbird tightly answered.

"The demons up on the mountaintop," said the dog as his grin evened out, "you tried to bargain with them for power and wealth."

Blackbird huffed indignantly. "Yes," he sighed.

Here the dog chuckled jovially. Humans nearby watched the interaction with mild interest but none listened in too closely. "Might as well drop the hood. People here are tolerant... Tolerant enough, at least," he sadly added.

Even a mischievous face was a comfort to the stressed and anxious wolf. He lowered his hood and revealed himself to be wearing spectacles, them being naturally ill-fitted on his muzzle and, whether or not he realized it, no longer necessary. "What should I do with myself?" he asked. For as rhetorical and melancholy as he sounded, his query was serious.

The dog paused and glanced around the immediate area. Upon eye contact with him, the human villagers broke off and wandered away. "The tavern owner is a well-connected man. He's tolerant and should help you. Just, uh," he paused.

"What? Just what?" Blackbird asked with much agitation.

Only a wan smile crossed the dog's snout. Mischief gleamed in his eyes when he said, "Be careful, that's all. Tell the owner that Suruya sent you."

"Suruya, right," the wolf muttered. "My name is Blackbird."

"Is that right," the dog slyly asked. "Take care, Blackbird. Don't let anybody get you alone."

Blackbird took it at face value and headed off into the small town. All around, humans stared. As someone whom had once defended animal folk from jeering humans, Blackbird was relieved to see his kindness paid forward, even if only somewhat. There was no doubt in his mind that the villagers would believe him to be a transformed human but he didn't think those inclined to hate him would care about the circumstances of his shape.

The tavern was not such an easy place to find. Along his walk Blackbird came across another animal on two legs, this a mare of muscular figure but with a scarred face and a tight, bristling mohawk of hair. Blackbird saw her as a woman to never approach flippantly. "Excuse me," Blackbird asked as timidly as he could with a lame smile to match.

"What?" the horse snapped. Even seated upon an emptied and toppled barrel, she was nearly as tall as Blackbird.

Blackbird splayed back his ears. "I'm looking for the tavern," he muttered.

The wolf was subjected to a tight, pensive inspection. More softly the mare said, "All right. I can tell you're not used to that body. It took me years to get used to mine."

Commiseration was the last thing on Blackbird's mind but in the midst of a horse who could drink hard and break his back with her bare hands, the wolf was respectful like a young pup. "This is all very new to me, yes."

"Of course," the mare darkly chuckled. "But if you're heading for the tavern, you're on the right track. Follow me."

Blackbird followed the mare without compunction. He found it difficult to keep his eyes from wandering to her ass, a tight and muscular curve even through her trousers. That his sex drive was flaring up so strongly was a source of concern for Blackbird.

After she deposited him at the facade of the tavern, the mare halted and leaned against one of the timbers holding the awning up.

"You don't want to come inside?" Blackbird quietly asked. For his troubles, the mare scowled.

"I'm through with drinking. I drink, I let the humans have at me, and then when I start to sober up I get in fistfights with them for touching me." She let loose with some low, wicked laugh. "I outgrew that. My advice? Don't drown your sorrows, wolf." With that, she took her leave in silence.

Blackbird watched her go, again admiring her muscular behind. Just the sight of it induced a shudder and he lamented the secrecy of the woods, the freedom to abuse his new shaft whenever the urge struck him. The unpredictable erections and constant urges reminded him of puberty.

The wolf turned to the entrance. Be calm, he thought with a sigh. He walked through the open door of the tavern and into an atmosphere of laughter and drinking. He was relieved when his new form raised few eyebrows, but all the same, he kept to himself and made a beeline for the counter.

--2

There in the tavern, Blackbird found the air stuffy and he felt overdressed. The hot air stank of spilled liquor, an overflowing spittoon, and sweat largely from human men. A small clutch of beast-men like Blackbird nursed drinks in a clutch of their own in the corner. Blackbird looked to them but found their gazes icy and uninviting.

Recognizing the owner was as easy as looking for the roughest, oldest face behind the counter. A human with scar tissue on his knuckles and a left ear vaguely swollen from bar fights years past, he looked terrifying but his eyes seemed kind and understanding. "Suruya sent you, right?" he asked with a wry smile.

Blackbird smiled back, albeit nervously. In lieu of words he nodded and bit his bottom lip.

"I won't get your hopes up by saying there's a way to change you back, but I can put you to work here. Just keep to yourself and behave, in time the townsfolk will come to accept you," the owner patiently exposited. "Just don't mind them too much," he added with a quick, covert glance at the clutch of beasts, among them a mangy hyena and a skunk with a matted tail. "They drink their problems away. Refuse to rehabilitate, and they won't even look me in the eye. I hope that you won't be a problem child."

"Oh, I'm nothing but eager to settle in," Blackbird blurted. "Anything you want me to do, I'll do it," he smartly nodded.

"Well then, if I can put you straight to work," the owner said with an almost sly tone, "step around back here. Let's get you into something more fitting."

Though the tavern was no kind of inn, living quarters for the owner and another person existed in back. In a humble little bedroom, the old human dug through a wardrobe and produced simple peasant clothes; tan trousers with concessions made for a tail and a brown tunic.

Behind the privacy of a curtain, Blackbird changed. He paused at the mirror to peer at his canine sheath, just inside of which the reddish tip of his manhood was apparent. Not here, not now, Blackbird thought, thinking of it like a mantra as he covered up his indecency.

Blackbird stepped around the curtain and found that he was alone. The owner had left without a word. Deciding to let his curiosities lie, Blackbird made to join the generous human and start his work but the door swung inward before he reached it.

Instead of the wrinkly red face of the tavern owner, he saw something much more pleasant - a girl. In some respects he saw hints of the old man in her, especially in the eyes, but she was pretty. Not beautiful and by no means perfect, but very pretty.

It was her figure which occurred to Blackbird most of all. Her hips were thick, her body the tiniest bit chubby, her breasts generous. And yet most enticing of all to Blackbird, whose dark hair hung long in a ponytail, was that this girl was a raven beauty herself.

Obviously she was the owner's daughter but where Blackbird had seen understanding and temperance in the old man's face, he saw scarcely-hidden lust and curiosity in hers. "Father said some new help just came in. You're new to that body, right?" the human girl firmly prodded.

"I, yes I am," Blackbird stammered. What had once been a peek of red flesh was turning into a full erection and the meager ties which kept his fly shut wouldn't hold it forever. Not here, not now, he desperately thought. When the girl closed the gap in one stride and grabbed his hidden erection in her soft palm, Blackbird gasped and felt his knees buckle. It was no use.

She kissed Blackbird and though his long, slobbery tongue was an awkward and obtrusive one, the manner in which she deftly explored his maw told the wolf just how many beast-men she jumped. Those supple wench fingers opened his fly and pushed his trousers down. The red flesh beneath was a modest but knotted, drooling hot pre and craving a touch more intimate than its master's paws. Fortunately for his libido but not his conscience, she dropped to her knees and engulfed his swollen cock.

Poor, bewildered Blackbird stared at the door, waiting for the tavern owner to come through at any moment to bury a knife in his heart. Worst of all was that the girl wasn't even subtle. The door was not locked and her suckles were anything but quiet. Though Blackbird knew deep down that the tavern owner likely couldn't hear them over the din of the tavern proper, it did his nerves no good.

"Uhn, sweet powers that be," Blackbird gasped. Every lupine instinct was riled up. His foot kicked absently at the floor, his tail wagged, his ears splayed back, and his tongue flopped out of his mouth. Those supple human lips were close to the bulk of his knot but the rest of his meat was treated to the very best suckles a girl could give. Although Blackbird had the most silken tongue in the room, the girl's was every bit as pleasant as it dragged over his veins and taut cockflesh. Down her throat drizzled his pre, the scent all wrong but acquired as a kink just the same. And when her hands clutched his balls and knot, Blackbird knew that he was helpless.

Blackbird truly wanted to ask the girl what her father might think but he couldn't even try, and if he had, the words would have lacked conviction. It was just too perfect for his new body to lose its virginity to a girl so eager. Though not a fallen angel and hardly the loveliest thing he had ever laid eyes upon, she tried so very hard and succeeded, and Blackbird could think of nothing he wanted more than to fuck her then, but he was at her mercy, passive to her gulping maw. He wondered if all she wanted was to suck him off, if to actually be penetrated was off-limits. That much would have been fine for Blackbird, and indeed, he should have kept his dumb mouth shut, but he asked her: "Don't you want more?"

The girl pulled back in a start and gazed up at Blackbird as if he had egg on his face. Mere seconds later, however, a devilish smile spread across her pretty face. Without speaking she moved without shame to her father's bed as she opened up her dress. It being a simple work dress with an apron slung over it, she had no trouble getting her plush tits out in the open and Blackbird lunged on them as if he were starving.

The more he saw of her flesh, the more he worried and the more he lusted. His tongue slapped across her stiffened nipples and his lips once closed around a pink nub to suckle and nip. She gasped and tugged his ears; and so he growled and licked up through her cleavage. Fear provoked sensuality in both of them.

Unfamiliar with his body but driven by lupine instinct, Blackbird pulled off the girl's dress completely and thus exposed her delicate muff. He put a knee on the bed when he guided his pointed member to her folds and he entered her with a simple push. Blackbird was no virgin himself and he could tell even with his unfamiliar penis that the girl was also impure. This eased Blackbird's mind somewhat.

Widening wolf flesh sank into the wench girl and saw her cry out in bliss. Blackbird rumbled a lewd little something, wolf dialect for which to entice the ears of the human girl. From the first moment his knot kissed up to her cunt he wasted no time. With sharp bucks, he fucked the girl nicely and pounded his thick knot into those parted pussylips and perked clit to coax out whorish moans and reverent smooches upon his muzzle.

To see the girl's face contorting and watching her full tits bounce and jiggle was of great pleasure to Blackbird. He knew her toes had to be curling and he could feel those vaginal walls clenching with vise-like authority on his canine cock, the lips of that pussy craving the knot even if it shouldn't want such a thing. Lust prevailed over common sense. The fact that Blackbird's lupine seed carried no risk for her wasn't even something she had on her mind, it was all slutty longing.

For all of the wolf's vicious humping, the bed was sturdy and it didn't creak. But it didn't matter; Blackbird was snarling and gasping enough to provide a fitting soundtrack to their fucking. So was his cock noisily slapping in and out of the girl, displacing her natural wetness and filling the rift with its own pre to keep things as slick as possible. The ultimate goal for both of them was the knot, of course, which the girl laid bare when she wailed to him: "Knot me, I want your knot!"

"That makes for two of us," Blackbird dryly grunted, but a snarl undermined his words. By then he had bared his teeth and he nipped with impunity on her soft neck. One paw was planted on the bed just for leverage and support but its twin played freely with the human's tits for pleasure's sake. Her flesh was so supple and pliable, her breasts such an easy way to wind her up and keep her moaning for him.

The fat bulb of Blackbird's knot knocked against the wench's pussylips again and again as if demanding entry. The girl herself was pushing back with her formidable hips, able to get no leverage with her feet but bucking upwards all the same with simple energy culled from lust. She hugged tightly around his neck and gasped into his ear when she suddenly and explosively came, splattering juices laden with pheromones obvious to Blackbird's tender nose all down his knotted cock and against the fuzz of his sheath.

No time was more right to knot the girl. Blackbird hunkered down over the wench and ground it in all the more roughly, bucking and humping with every ounce of his strength. He gasped, whimpered, and shuddered as he crashed against her quivering folds, dying to enter her and caring not what the consequences would be should her father stumble upon them.

All he wanted was that pussy wrapped around his cock like a second skin; and with a final push, Blackbird tied the knot he so desperately wanted. The girl covered her mouth to scream as the fleshy bulk spread her open but her modesty was for naught when Blackbird howled triumphantly in his well-earned release. That heated spunk of his speared uselessly into the girl's womb and he collapsed atop her warmth with a harried groan.

--3

It was a noise the other beasts knew all too well. The sound of a climax most supreme, and undoubtedly with the clandestine slut whom was the tavern owner's daughter. Blackbird's feral cry had given pause to the entire building.

Between themselves, the beasts in their clutch shared knowing glances. "And so the new fellow ruins it for the rest of us," the skunk with the matted tail said softly to the other beasts.

A hushed murmur passed through the tavern. Stone-faced but sporting resigned eyes was the owner himself, his cheeks no special shade of their usual red. Absently he swiped at spilled beer with a towel before he just as absently slung it over his shoulder and silently disappeared into the back room.

"He's dead," the hyena said with a small grin, his sharp but brawl-broken teeth showing. "Dead, dead, dead. We all had the good grace to never get caught with the whore."

The tallest among the group was a stallion. Black, handsome, and the least-marred of his mangy friends transformed friends, he smiled grimly and shook his head at the thought of Blackbird's fate.

Raised voices in back rang dully in the timbers. Some human patrons started to file out but the beasts stayed as they were if for no other reason than to reaffirm their innocence.

"Do you think he'll throw us out on our asses now that he's caught a beast plowing his daughter?" the hyena murmured to his friends.

"Nah, he's a fair man," the stallion murmured.

And then the daughter burst from the back room, her thick breasts covered haphazardly in a sheet which dangled down and hid everything else from view. None of the patrons stared blatantly. "All of them, papa!" she sobbed, fingering the clutch of beasts from across the tavern and instilling utter, deadly silence. "Each and every one of them, and they said if I ever told you...!" she bleated, choking up a fake sob.

Blackbird staggered out naked, blushing, and sporting both his knotted erection and what would soon be a swollen eye.

"I trusted each and every one of you!" the old man snarled with dangerously clenched fists. All of them stayed glued to their chairs with wide eyes, even the stallion. More creatures among them were a rat and two foxes. All of them had had their way with the wench; but not without her emphatic consent.

"Someone get the town watch out here!" the owner screamed. "These beasts are going up to the dungeon," he spat as undeniable venom, "where they belong!"

The dungeon, where beast-men with no recourse wound up as a means to keep them out of sight and out of mind. No longer would the tavern be a tolerant haven, and all of Blackbird's unfamiliar fellow beasts turned withering eyes on him.

Blackbird blanched and threw himself on the owner's mercy. He grabbed for the tough old human's hands and got a snap of a punch in the jaw for his troubles. Still reeling in pain, Blackbird groaned, "You must understand! They, them," he pointed at the other beasts, "they had nothing to do with this and they're going to kill me if they get locked up too!"

"You're calling my daughter a liar?" the owner asked in suddenly tranquil fury.

Don't tell him she wanted it unless you'd like to die even sooner, Blackbird thought. The thought was distinct, sagely, and very agreeable. "Please," he said, "this wasn't my fault, I..." Again he heard that voice. Don't say it, or you're not going to make it out of here alive.

The wolf relented and put his head down. "Forgive me," he whispered. Before the town watchmen took he and the others away, Blackbird was allowed to reclaim his robe and glasses.

Off in the distance, the old castle stood like a monolith, growing taller and taller as he and his glaring, grumbling kind were marched steadily towards its ominous black facade.

As he marched and suffered cruel remarks from his fellow beasts and the humans alike, Blackbird felt a very clear sensation of doom. Along the way, Blackbird passed Suruya. The dog had no jovial smile on face. Instead something pitying and disappointed made his jowls sag. "Fool," he mouthed.