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A New Mount

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Disclaimer: The following work of fantasy erotica contains non-censual acts being a human being and an intelligent evil warg, as well as the transformation of said male human into a female warg. If any of this sounds disturbing to you, stop reading now. Otherwise, enjoy your fap.

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Jaren took a deep breath as he tried to perfectly line up his shot, focusing on ignoring the chaos of battle around him. As his fingers finally released his bow string, the wooden shaft sang through the air, spinning through the din of combat before embedding itself firmly in the eye socket of the orcish warlord. The massive green skinned brute staggered, an arm raising towards his face where the arrow quivered, before he fell forward with a dull thud.

All around the camp cheers went up from the soldiers locked in combat with the orcs. All of the fighting came to a stop in seconds as realization of what had happened dawned on the combatants. The remaining few orcs in the camp seemed to reconsider their position with the orcish warlord dead, before turning tail and beginning to flee out into the forest. Some of the rangers with bows took parting shots half-heartedly, but for now the battle was over.

With a sigh, Jaren looked around the orcish encampment. Some of the buildings still burned, set a light by burning pitch arrows, but most of the fires were petering out now in the light evening drizzle. Jaren raised a hand and signaled to his men, ordering some of the junior rangers to put out the flames. It looked like the small orcish assault camp was entirely under their control. Just as Jaren started to relax, a senior ranger ran up, saluting the older woodsmen. "Sir, we've got a situation. I think you'll want to come with me."

Jaren raised an eyebrow but gestured for the younger hunter to continue and followed after him. The lieutenant ranger led him to a most unusual spot - the orcish kennel. Jaren was confused - The rangers had purposely killed the orcish kennel master as soon as the raid began to avoid the grizzled trainer releasing his hounds on them, so why would there be anything left of importance here?

As Jaren entered the kennel, he realized why the lieutenant had likely fetched him. Since the kennel hadn't been set aflame, and the kennel master had been killed, all of the cages were still full - filled with enormous wolves the size of donkeys, with pitch black coats and shining red eyes. Jaren shuddered at the sight. The wolves were wargs - enormous, intelligent, and wicked beasts that occasionally allied with orcs. All around the cages, the rangers were watching the beasts warily... Despite the incredibly thick wooden bars - solid logs, practically - the rangers looked as though they were worried the wargs would burst free any second. The wargs, however, just seemed to be lounging about lazily, as though waiting for something.

"What have you brought me here for?" Jaren grunted at the lieutenant, almost angrily. "You can handle a few wargs. Put arrows through the cage bars, or use long spears if you have to," he spat. Truth be told, he didn't like putting down helpless enemies, even monsters, and didn't want to be part of slaughtering the caged wolves.

"That's just the thing, sir," the lieutenant said, his face flushing red with embarrassment at his superior's tone, "the big beast there, claiming to be the pack alpha... He declared parley when we moved in. He said he wanted to speak with you."

The biggest of the midnight tinted wolves stood up, moving to the edge of the cage. The wolf was easily four and a half feet tall at the shoulder and his eyes shown with a near-human intelligence. Several scars crisscrossed the elder wolf's form and hinted at a long history of combat. Rather unexpectedly, the big canine opened his muzzle and spoke in a deep, gravely version of the human common tongue. "Yes, human. I speak for our pack."

"Before you judge us as monsters... See how we are kept here. Behind bars so thick we could never escape. We have no choice in helping the orcs. When they ride us to battle, our brothers are kept here in captivity ensure our loyalty... Our females were taken from us when they wrangled our pack, sent to their primary camp as hostages. We hate the orcs as much as you do."

Jaren was utterly stunned. He'd heard wargs were intelligent enough to speak, but he'd never actually heard one talk before, much less in fluent common-tongue. And so far... the beast had a point. If the wargs were nothing more than prisoners, what right did they have to kill them? "What would you have of us then, warg?" Jaren said, "You want us to simply release you? Your kind is not well known for your benevolence... You might be as big a scourge upon these woods as the orcs."

The large wolf drooped his head, tucked his tail between his legs and whined a little, as though showing his deference to the ranger. "I am not 'warg', I have a name. I am Ajanni, the pack's alpha warg. We understand you do not trust us. But, you have saved us from the orcs and we owe you our lives. If you spare us, though, our pack could instead serve you, as your gred'thols."

Jaren puzzled a bit, looking at the other rangers, many of whom looked equally bewildered. Finally, the meaning of the expression dawned on him, and he looked at the others. "I think it's the orcish word for mount. They are offering to let us ride them." All of the gathered woodsmen looked around at each other, some looking apprehensive, while others looked like excited apprentices who had been told they were getting the day off. Eventually, the infectious enthusiasm won out, and all of the rangers were grinning at each other like they'd found a dragon's treasure. Even Jaren couldn't help but squirm a little at the thought of riding a massive war-wolf into battle.

"Alright, warg... Ajanni, I mean. I think you've got a deal."

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Jaren was practically bouncing up and down like a giddy child at the idea of riding a warg by the time all of the preparations were done. True to their word, the wargs had let themselves be lead out of the cage in small numbers and had shown no aggressiveness to the rangers. In fact, they had all seemed quite affectionate with their rescuers - many of them nuzzling at the ranger's hands or laying down near them like dogs.

The wargs themselves had claimed there was some kind of ritual for bonding each of them with their chosen riders. Most of the woodsmen had picked out a wolf at random and underwent the rite with them - overall it seemed little more than a cute little display of respect, some symbols scratched in the ground, and inhaling each other's scent. Jaren had been apprehensive of it at first, but it all seemed rather harmless now that he'd finished it, even if Ajanni's scent had practically knocked him up. Jaren himself, as their leader, had been offered a bond with Ajanni, and had eagerly accepted the alpha wolf's offer. Now they were all arrayed outside by their prospective new battle-mounts.

"Are you sure we can't just use our horse-saddles, Ajanni?" Jaren said suspiciously, looking down at the huge alpha wolf standing alongside him and the tiny orcish leather seat on his back. "I'm not quite sure how these orcish saddles work... There's no stirrups..."

The canine creature looked up at Jaren with what the man could only assume was the lupine equivalent of a grin, and spoke with a deep growling voice. "The small saddle allows us to move quickly... We'd prefer no saddle at all. Maybe after a few rides, you will too."

Jaren grumbled and rolled his eyes, hefting up his leg to try to get atop the warg. The wolf-beast obligingly knelt down to allow him on, since it was nothing like getting on a horse. Jaren looked over and saw the other rangers atop their new warg gred'thols. He gestured to the others and gently tapped his ankles to the wolf's side... and all of the wargs suddenly sprinted off, all in opposite directions, into the woods.

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Jaren threw his arms around the warg's neck as the huge beast suddenly sprinted off, burying his face down into the wolf's thick ruff of fur. His legs wrapped around the beast's torso as best he could, just struggling to hold on as he was jostled around. The ranger had ridden quite a few horses in his day, but never something that loped as wild and freely as the warg. He was dimly aware with his face buried in the massive wolf's fur how potent the creature's musky scent was. Somehow it was nice; comforting compared to the crazy bounding run.

After a bit, Jaren finally realized he was no longer in quite the same state of panic. He'd grown used to the warg's loping gait. With trepidation Jaren released his death grip on the warg's neck scruff, leaning back and tracing his hands through the rough black fur to find a gentler grip. Finally free of his terror, the senior ranger stared around him in wonder at what he was seeing.

All around the ranger the forest flew by in a blur of browns, blues, and greens. The huge black wolf leapt effortlessly among the bushes and trees roots, as fast as any horse on open ground. Jaren looked back over his shoulder - he couldn't even see the orcish camp anymore with how far they'd traveled, but he didn't care. He could see everything about the world - the green rushing leaves rushing by, the creatures scrambling away from the warg's path...

...Everything except that his mount was coming to a very sudden stop. The sudden loss of momentum launched Jaren straight forward, his body flying over the warg's shoulder and tumbling across the ground. Finally he came to a stop, his head bouncing off of a tree trunk before he blacked out.

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As he slowly started to return to consciousness, Jaren was becoming increasingly aware that his warg mount had been trying to rouse him. Even now, the wolf was tugging at his clothing trying to get him to move. At least that's what Jaren thought at first - as more and more of his awareness returned to him he realized that it was increasingly chilly outside and he could hear a ripping sound along his back. Glancing behind him in panic, he saw the huge black lupine tearing pieces of his leather chest armor off and tossing them aside. Even more odd and disturbing was the fact the wolf had torn off his protective leather kilt, and his pants were pulled down around his knees.

Ajanni grinned wickedly at the fallen hunter as he realized he had finally awakened. "Jaren... I was wondering when you'd wake up. A little earlier than I hoped, but this works." The imposing wolf stepped over Jaren, placing his paws to either side of the man. Jaren could feel the wolf's hot, furry body just inches away from his own nude and exposed flesh and it made his cheeks flush red with embarrassment.

"A-Ajanni...w-what is the... m-meaning of this?" Jaren managed to stutter out. Even coming back to consciousness, his limbs were still rather weak. Despite that, he tried to push himself out from under the warg, worried that the wolf had betrayed him and was moving in for a quick death-bite to the neck.

Ajanni calmly placed a hefty forepaw on the man's back and pushed him back down. Even if the hunter was at his full strength, the warg was stronger still. In the ranger's current state, he was as easy to manipulate as a kitten. Ajanni grinned wickedly, seeing the hunter's clueless expression, and adjusted himself above the man. "Why Jaren, I'm giving you the reward I promised you," he growled teasingly, "I'm becoming your gred'thol..."

Jaren blinked in confusion at the wolf creature's words. His felt an odd sensation as something warm and wet dribbled onto his back. "Drool?" Jaren thought, "no the wolf's head is... up... here..." Jaren looked back with a growing dread in the pit of his stomach, and found exactly what he expected. Behind him, Ajanni's huge lupine dick was pulsating above his back and dribbling a steady stream of the excited beast's precum onto his bare skin. The wolf's cock was a thick red spire tapering to a drooling point that easily dwarfed any human shaft Jaren had ever seen. Even with his relatively weak human nose, Jaren could smell the potent, musky scent coming from the beast's junk and it made his nose crinkle.

Suddenly Jaren realized exactly what the devious wolf meant. The orcish word "gred'thol" literally meant "battle mate". Although it was used by orcs primarily to refer to their mounts, it could also refer to orc warriors who had entered a sort of "soldier's courtship". Jaren thought the wargs were offering to be their mounts, when in reality...

"Now you're starting to understand," Ajanni growled teasingly. "All the wargs broke off in different directions. There'll be no one coming to help you or your men. But don't worry..." To accentuate his point, the big wolf slid his dribbling shaft up between the human's ass cheeks, rubbing it there teasingly. "We'll take very good care of our new packmates."

Jaren wanted to be disgusted. He wanted to be, but he wasn't. It was no secret among the rangers that he'd laid with other males on several occasions, and it definitely wasn't always with him on top. The dark side of the story he'd never told anyone was it wasn't only human males he was attracted to. His fascination with animals, canines in particular, was part of the reason he'd become a ranger in the first place, though he'd never acted on the impulses; at least not outside of fantasizing while masturbating furiously in his room. Now, with this huge alpha wolf's pupmaker probing his rump, his own cock was rapidly hardening up and pressing against the leaves of the damp forest floor.

The helpless ranger blushed furiously as he felt Ajanni's pointed tip prodding around his exposed rump, smearing musky preseed over his cheeks. Finally he felt that huge dick press up against his tight hole. Jaren clenched his teeth as the wolf above him barred its paws into his shoulders and rocked forward with a grunt, the spear-like tip quickly spreading his tight ring and sinking into him. He was almost grateful that the fact the cock tapered down to a point and was leaking an absolutely obscene amount of precum made the monstrous breeding tool a little easier to take.

Jaren groaned and tried to struggle against the wolf as inch after agonizing inch of that pulsing shaft speared his ass open. In response he felt the wolf's powerful jaws close around his shoulder, a loud warning growl rumbling from the beast's throat. The ranger went still again and shivered. "Don't worry, you'll grow to love it soon enough..." the alpha warg growled teasingly. Jaren pondered the meaning of the wolf's words before he realized the canine's slimy precum felt unusual in his rump, almost burning. What was worse was the feeling seemed to be spreading throughout his body, the heat dulling to a throbbing, pleasant warmth as it creeped. It felt...good, ecstatic even.

"Ahh... What the h-hell are you..." Jaren started to stutter, before he felt his legs start to tense and clench. Jaren turned his head back and gasped at what he saw. Thick black fur, not unlike that of the warg atop him, was starting to spread out from his rump and climb down his legs. As the fur spread, he could feel his bones warping and cracking as his legs started to reshape into a digitigrade, feral shape. It didn't quite hurt, but it felt incredibly uncomfortable and alien. His pants were becoming increasingly awkward on his more lupine legs and he quickly shimmied out of them, kicking them away with his feet, which were increasingly starting to resemble stretched warg paws.

Worse for Jaren, the fur wasn't limited to his rump and legs. It almost felt like the heat from the warg's pre had seeped through gut and now pitch black fur was rapidly racing across his stomach and consuming his skin. Jaren gasped as his groin suddenly flushed with an intense warmth that made him feel hornier than he ever had before, the flesh of his shaft and balls darkening to the same color as the warg's skin. Strangely, the fur didn't move to cover his nuts, almost as if it were avoiding the area...

"Mff... Now you're starting to get it. I'm bringing out the wolf in you... Exactly what you've always wanted, bitch..." Ajanni teased, giving an extra deep thrust into Jaren's ravaged rump while nipping at the man's still human ears. In spite of himself, Jaren found himself moaning at the feeling of the huge prick rubbing so deeply within him. Each hilt of the thick pointed shaft made a jolt of pleasure and heat shoot up through his dick. His heavy orbs felt like a hand was sensually squeezing and kneading them up against his crotch. Despite having not touched his cock at all, precum was absolutely streaming from its tip onto the forest floor.

Whereas minutes ago Jaren was conflicted, now his mind was quickly giving into his fantasies. He'd dreamed of rutting with wolves before, and masturbated wildly to the thought no less. Now, he was living it. Not JUST living it, but becoming a wolf himself! He could feel his tailbone pressing outwards from his body with each of his new alpha's bucking motions, forming a quickly-growing bushy tail that began immediately wagging over the other warg's stomach.

Jaren moved a hand down and wrapped it around his rock hard cock, starting to eagerly tug at it, savoring the sensation of the huge lupine tool pistoning into his rear. Something about his dick felt "off", but he couldn't quite place it, and stroking himself felt better than it ever had in his life. The pure ecstasy of the feeling made his tongue loll out of his stretching, growing muzzle, even as his face became more canine and black fur began to creep across it.

Jaren's mind was starting to fog over as new instincts crept into his mind. The ranger's mind was filled with fantasies of him hunting and howling with his pack, of running on all fours through the dark woods. He panted lustfully at images of being powerfully dominated and rutted just like this by the other wolves, of himself with a heavy swollen tummy in their cave, of his pups nursing on his sensitive nippl-WHAT?!

The last image snapped Jaren out of his reverie, his face flush with embarrassment and confusion. What the hell, he had been picturing himself as a bitch! With a heavy sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach, he finally looked down and realized what had felt "off" about stroking his dick - his formerly proud tool was barely poking out of his fingers, and his balls looked tiny. They were pulled up tightly against his body, as though the early autumn air were freezing cold. Each hilt of the huge breeding spire in his rump made him cry out, both in pleasure and shame, as he felt his pole get a little smaller in his hand, and a little more sensitive. Some unseen force felt like it was grinding and pushing his balls against his crotch, but they felt incredible.

"Hrrngghh...And it looks like your inner wolf has always wanted to be a nice, juicy little breeder..." Ajanni teased from above him. The ranger's face flushed with both humiliation and desire. Despite what was going on, Jaren couldn't tear himself away from rubbing his blindingly sensitive shaft. The addled ranger was desperately trying to convince himself he was just trying to get the blood flowing back to his dick to restore his former glory, rather than simply savoring the overwhelming pleasure coming from it. His longer tongue was lolling out of even as his face finished pushing out into his new lupine muzzle.

He could feel his teeth sharpening into a vicious predator's points. As his nose warped into a wet canine shape, all the smells around him came into sharp focus. The wet mildew of the ground, the scents of the forest, the... incredibly alluring musk of the wolf above him. While minutes ago the smell had been unpleasant, it now made his loins swell with heat. What struck him most was his own scent - he could smell his human precum staining the ground, but what was leaking from his tiny nub of a dick now smelled distinctly inhuman... and possessed a spicy, feminine tang.

Ajanni laughed above him as he felt the changing human twitch and quiver. The huge wolf had slowed down his thrusting to a more sensual pace to savor his new mate's squirming motions, lewdly pressing his swollen knot against her stretched tailhole with each hump forward. He didn't want to cum, not yet. The warg bit at the man's changing, stretching ears as they migrated to the top of the new wolf's head, growling into them. "Don't worry, Jaren... I'm not going to tie you....yet. Not until you're a needy, dripping bitch...More capable of bearing your alpha's pups."

Jaren whimpered and blushed beneath his fur at the words, but somehow they excited him. Daydreams of the big, virile beast buried in his new snatch and thoughts of himself heavy with pups made his loins burn with lust. A powerful, new heat was building there he wanted nothing more than to quench. He needed to cum so badly! He felt so close now, his sack pulled up even tighter to his body, balls barely visible within, and his tiny shaft throbbed wildly. Then, with alarm, his hand slipped off of his little finger of a dick. Jaren whined audibly as he felt his fingers starting to shorten, his hand starting to warp into a wolf's crude paws.

The huge alpha wolf mounting Jaren snarled and snickered. "Lost your weak human hands? Here... Let me _help_you..." he snarled. Suddenly the massive warg grabbed Jaren's scruff in his jaws, growling and throwing his weight against the smaller wolf, baring Jaren to the ground. The changing ranger moaned in delight as the massive warg started humping him like a true beast, slamming into him wildly and ferally, each hit of the alpha's huge pupmaker rocking his own hips forward, grinding his tiny nub of a dick against the wet leaves covering the ground.

The sensation was finally enough to drive Jaren over the edge. He tossed back his new muzzle, giving a howling moan of both despair and joy as his miniscule rod released its first blast of cum. He didn't stop cumming there though, his orgasm grew more and more intense, bringing him to new heights of ecstasy. With each blast of seed, his balls pulled further back into his body, jettisoning every ounce of his masculinity and reshaping themselves into something more appropriate for a female wolf. Meanwhile, his sack split and melded into his crotch, the dark skin melding into the spade of his damp new sex. Jaren didn't care what was happening anymore - he just never wanted the pleasure to end! He bucked back against the wondrous cock inside of him, eagerly rubbing his shrinking nub against the pool of his own wasted masculinity.

Ajanni panted heavily above his new bitch, feeling her ass clenching heavily at his thick rod while she lost the last remnants of her maleness. Now the former ranger below him was almost indistinguishable from a female warg. With a wet popping slurp the alpha warg withdrew his stiff breeding flesh from the rump below him and speared around below his new packmate's tail. Finally finding his mark, the lupine grunted and shoved the tip of his prick into the tight, wet opening. He only got a few inches in before feeling the end of the still-forming passage... but the alpha wolf was intent on changing that quickly.

Jaren yelped as he felt the tip of the thick wolf meat spear into the area where "his" balls were moments before. The new wolf whined at the alien sensation of something penetrating his groin - it was nothing like he'd ever experienced before and it made his legs buckle and shake in pleasure. Without wasting a moment, the massive feral began humping into his new cunt. No, Jaren corrected himself mentally, her new cunt. She couldn't even think of herself as a male anymore. With each thrust, that thick girth plowing into her drove a little deeper. With one last shuddering aftershock of orgasm, Jaren's tiny nub of a dick unleashed a last few spurts of thin, watery cum before sealing over into a cute little clit, and nestling into her new sex.

The new wolf bitch's body shuddered from head to tail as her mate's shaft finally started to scratch that potent burning heat in her loins. Something echoed in her mind that this was wrong, that she wasn't a wolf, she was a man - but for now that was buried under the primal need to breed coursing through her and the powerful scent of their coupling assaulting her nose. She slammed herself back against her mate with his thrusts, desperate to feel his swelling knot inside her, savoring the growing heat in her stomach...she was so close!

Ajanni finally couldn't hold back any more, and he didn't need to. With a howl of triumph he lunged forward and grabbed the scruff of his new bitch in a tight mating bite, slamming himself forward into her snatch until his thick knot finally popped past her virginal lips, tying them together. His cock pulsed wildly, firing load after load of his virile, potent lupine seed into her new depths, claiming her as his mate.

Feeling her new mate's hot cum flooding her finally drove the crazed wolfess over the edge. She threw back her snout and howled into the night, cresting pleasure rippling outward from her gut. Her body quivered and spasmed in ecstasy as her first female orgasm raced through her like a lightning bolt, her sex clenching madly at her mate's cock for every last drop of his potent seed. Finally, the unrelenting heat in her crotch died down, replaced by a pleasant warmth in her stomach. She folded her ears back, instinctually knowing what it meant. Puppies.

The alpha wolf released her scruff and gently licked over her neck, tied to her in the afterglow. "Rrrf... You're going to make a wonderful gred'thol...And you're going to make beautiful puppies."

Jaren nuzzled back into the wolf's snout and licked at his muzzle, unsure what to make of the situation. She knew she should be appalled at losing her life, but somehow the future seemed brighter than it had before...She'd certainly gotten her new mount, and a lot more besides.

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Epilogue. One year later.

Jaren stood atop the rocky hill that formed the warg's den, her tail swaying happily as she watched the warg pups in the valley below romp and wrestle. It was more than just her own - she wasn't the only ranger whose warg form had turned out to be female. For the most part everyone seemed to have adjusted well. Whereas the forest was once ruled by a ranger's guild, now a pack of fierce wolves laid claim to the wood.

Jaren's ears twitched at a noise behind her. She turned and snapped at the intruder, making Ajanni leap backwards with a devilish grin on his muzzle. "Feisty, just like the yearlings. I told you they'd be beautiful. Within the year our packs will have reclaimed this forest from the orcs," he mused. Jaren smiled and looked down at the pups again. "They are beautiful. And they'll be fine warriors, like their father. And we've made more progress against the orcs than we ever did as humans..."

"Speaking of warriors..." Ajanni cooed, moving up alongside his mate. He snuffled his nose along her flanks, and up under her tail. His nose pressed right up against her swollen folds, taking in the delicious potent pheromones of his bitch's yearly heat, his thick black shaft quickly pushing from his sheath. "Are you ready for the next set...?"

Jaren's wolfish smiled broadened as she turned to face the wolf, raising her tail and wagging eagerly, her tongue lolling out in lust. "Don't keep me waiting, alpha."