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Natureless: The Wolf

"Fuck these god damn woods..." - Deon grunted to himself.

The campsite echoed with the sounds of him struggling to shove a sleeping bag into his backpack. The remainder of a campfire crackled softly, covering the noise, but its dim glow wasn't enough to sufficiently light this forest clearing, engulfed in grim darkness.

"Oh suuure, it's totally safe..." - he mocked his friend's words - "... wolves don't bother humans, they're scared shitless of us."

He slowly zipped up the backpack and attempted to put it on.

"Argh!" - he growled, after inadvertently scraping the bleeding wound on his left arm. Nevertheless, he succeeded.

Deon stepped closer to the fire to inspect his injury. It was not pretty to look at - two deep slashes stretching along the bicep, the open wounds drooled with blood, soaking the torn clothing around them, the stench of it was hard to ignore. The beast truly left a mark, although the man was puzzled as to why it left him alive at all - he was easy prey - completely unaware, right up until the dark shadow pounced him.

He reached inside his pocket and took out a crumbled remainder of a joint he had been smoking moments before the wolf intervened. After looking at it for a moment he shrugged and lit it up with a smoldering stick from the campfire. The guy put it between his lips and inhaled the harsh smoke, in hopes that it would, at the very least, dampen the pain.

The silvery clouds above gradually parted to reveal the bright crescent Moon. The outlined silhouettes of tall evergreens swayed ominously in its light.

"How fucking cliché..." - he murmured as he exhaled the smoke.

A sharp crack of a shriveled twig nearby returned the feeling of urgency in Deon's mind. He lingered no longer, after kicking dirt over the fading flames he set foot in the direction of his parked car.

The luminous Moon behind him provided just enough light to see where he was going. Aside from the towering evergreens, vegetation was scarce - one of the reasons Deon chose this particular forest. The noise and rapid pace of the city streets had become unbearable once more, this was his way to break away from the unrelenting mayhem, if only for a short while. Perhaps this time he ventured too far.

The weary man cursed himself for hiking such a distance from his vehicle. Not all was as awful as it could be - his vision seemed to grow sharper, navigating the unfamiliar woods was less of a daunting task. The wounds no longer hurt as much - could simply be the adrenaline... He inspected it once more, just to be sure - to his surprise the cuts have already healed, leaving two wide stretches of scar tissue on his arm, and... patches of thick, dark hairs along the edges.

He attempted to pull on them, but recoiled at the displeasure, as he realized they were his own. Alarmed by the such an unnatural manifestation he picked up the pace. By now he could see as clearly as if at daybreak, all the colors were washed out, but even the details of pine needles below his feet were apparent, it did not feel right.

Step by step he continued to stumble through the seemingly endless, featureless forest, but he was rapidly getting tired, something atypical for the well-built young man. He was sure he would reach the exit soon, but the further he walked - the thicker the trees grew. Deon's mind became clouded by exhaustion, thinking reasonably was becoming a challenge, the temperate spring night soothed his senses more, to the point that he could not bring himself to walk any further. He leaned against the nearest tree and turned his gaze to the skies.

The man had never seen such an abundance of stars in the night sky, a Moon so vibrant. This awe inspiring sight put his already hazy mind to rest, however not enough to disregard the pulsating warmth from within the wounded arm. He brought it up to eye level and observed as the wound surrounding hair spread ever so slowly outwards leaving the skin underneath discolored, the tickling sensation even brought an uneasy smile to his face.

With what coherent thoughts Deon could still form, he accepted that he had no way to stop whatever was happening, in fact he was starting to get curious. The pleasant warmth has been spreading throughout his body, enveloping him in a cozy radiance. The heat gradually became unbearable - he had to undress. As he unwillingly removed his shirt and struggled out of the jeans and shoes, he sighed with relief as the cool night air touched his bare skin. Considering there was no one around, he pulled down his underwear, flung it away, leaned against the tree, and started panting heavily.

Something rustled in the bushes nearby, Deon nervously turned and looked towards the direction of the noise. A chill went down his entire body as he saw a pair of glowing eyes staring back at him from a distance. The beast laid peacefully on the ground as the jagged outline of its dark fur swayed in the wind, unsure of the creature's intent the man returned to observing his arm.

The hair had already reached his forearm and spread to his chest, beginning to form a thick coat of dark fur. Deon's eyes widened in shock as he finally grasped what the strange changes might be. He brought his other hand to his shoulder and brushed along the growing fur, it was thick, yet soft and pleasant to touch.

"This is gonna be interesting..." - He thought.

The realization seemed to accelerate his transformation - he felt discomfort in both of his legs, he watched his shins shorten slightly and the feet elongate. The big toes shrank and shifted upwards, the rest swelled and reshaped into massive paws - the digits curved and repositioned in an unfamiliar angle . Deon gasped as pain spiked at every toe tip, the toenails were pushed away by thick claws emerging behind them - curved, bone colored talons pierced the skin and extended two full inches. The man sighed as the pain subsided and a swelling sensation emanated at the soles - dark, leathery pads bulged out, adding even more weight to his unmistakably canine paws. The new digitigrade legs still looked strange without any fur on them, but it wouldn't be long until they were covered as well.

"These will take awhile to get used to" - He pondered, as he flexed the reshaped muscles, moving the heavy paws.

Whilst playing around with his new feet Deon felt tingling sensations across his chest - three additional pairs of nipples formed on his front, he teasingly brushed his hand across them - all were as sensitive as the originals. He soon lost sight of them as thick fur gradually covered the lower body.

A familiar sensation in his hands signaled that they would soon meet the same fate as his feet. The palms of both hands elongated slightly, pushing his fingers away from the thumbs. They bent awkwardly, taking away some finesse of a human hand, but leaving him with still functional opposable thumbs. Much like before the tame human nails were replaced by menacing, yet manageable wolfish claws. As he expected, dark paw pads slowly formed on his fingers and palms, taking away some flexibility. Deon played around with his new beastial hands, fortunately they were still workable enough to manipulate things.

As the fur covered the remainder of his body it creeped up his neck, which bulked with additional muscle, growing slightly longer. His face grew hot and uncomfortable, Deon frowned as his skull transformed - the nose and jaw pushed forward, slowly shaping into a beastly maw. He could see the forming muzzle take up more and more of his vision, widening and stretching, displacing his teeth which grew longer, more fitted to tear flesh from prey. His lips flopped over the lower jaw, covering the beastly teeth. The ears stretched longer and moved up his head, reshaping into something wolfish and menacing, new muscles built and twitched his ears - his mind could not yet control them willfully. Thin fur continued to cover his inhuman head. The tip of his nose puffed up, starting to resemble a wolf's snout - it turned black and leathery, the sensation of air flowing through the entire length of his muzzle was unfamiliar, yet exciting. His sense of smell sharpened greatly, letting him differentiate between hundreds of different odors of the forest. Among them he distinguished a particularly musky smell, his mind locked on it as he started sniffing the air in different directions, trying to pinpoint where it was coming from.

The smell made his heart and mind race, new unfamiliar urges filled Deon's thoughts. A blazing heat suddenly engulfed his crotch, he looked down to see his penis fully erect and pulsing with need. The wolfish creature leaned back on a tree and reached with one hand to inspect the last human part of his body. It no longer felt right - it had to change too. And it did. With every beat of his heart it grew slightly larger, the foreskin began pulling back, the tip of his dick stretched back with it, forming more and more of the sensitive tissue. It slowly turned deep red and smooth, veins emerged along the entire length as what was left of his skin reshaped into a furry canine sheath. The tip protruded out, forming a tapered wolfish end to his feral cock. His testicles were not left untouched, they swelled in size and repositioned closer to his ass. His erection slowly subsided, retreating into its sheath, though the arousal he felt made no sign of abating.

Something started aching in his backside, he clumsily leaned forward and dropped on his forepaws, taking his body's weight off of the irritated tailbone. He felt it protrude outwards, forming more segments to his spine, producing a long, bony tail. As it grew longer, thick fur sprouted throughout its length, shaping a distinct wolfish fluff.

Preoccupied with the unending changes, he let his attacker slip past his senses, Deon noticed the creature only when it was just behind the nearest tree. It was silently prowling towards him, as it got closer his nose confirmed that the creature was the source of the lust inducing smell, his newly developed instincts suggested the beast was a female, a creature much like he had become, and she was in heat.

As the wolfess moved out of the shadows the moonlight illuminated her form, she stood upright on her hind legs as much as her beastial form allowed - she stayed hunched forward, a posture fit for both walking bipedally and running on all fours. Deon was sure he looked much like her at this point, though she still had defining female characteristics - wider hips and four rows of subtle breasts hanging off of her chest and belly.

As she moved closer Deon unwillingly let out a whimper of both fear and excitement, his ears instinctively pinned backwards.

"Sorry about your hand..." - The wolfess growled softly in a voice of neither human nor beast.

Deon tried to say something, but all that came out of his maw was a mix of growls and yaps. The new wolfish tongue and mouth did not work the way he was used to.

"Hush, pup. You and I have more important business to attend to before you relearn how to speak." - The beastess said in a rumbling, yet feminine voice as she dropped on her forepaws right in front of him.

Deon recoiled, pressing his back against a tree and watched the wolfess slowly creep towards him with a beastly grin. She pressed her muzzle between his legs and began gently lapping at his sheathe. Despite Deon's unease his urges continued to burn throughout his body, the deep red tip of his dick protruded out of its enclosure. He gasped as the creature's warm, wet tongue slid across it. Sadly, that was all the attention she was willing to give him, after licking his cock one last time she turned away from him, laid down on all fours and lifted her tail, presenting him with her engorged, needful canine pussy.

Deon was hesitant, but his newfound feral instincts screamed at him. He wanted this. He moved himself forward, awkwardly leaning on his unfamiliar forepaws, as he approached his mate her inviting smell got ever so stronger. He pressed his muzzle to the wolfess' wet, puffy pussy lips and gave it a couple of licks. She whimpered - her needs were as strong as her new partner's.

The beast-man's canine shaft quickly surged with blood, extending fully into the cool night air, he gave it a single stroke, appreciating how sensitive the entire length of his cock had become. Without further delay he decisively mounted the bitch, placing most of his weight on her back. He poked at her crotch a couple of times before ultimately entering her warm nethers, the wolfess yaped in excitement.

After just a few forceful thrusts he could already feel his orgasm building rapidly. The base of his cock swelled, beginning to form a knot, with the realization of that he forced his entire length inside the beastess. As the knot entered her, the vaginal walls clamped tightly around his shaft, the wolf felt the rush of his first beastial orgasm - he began ejaculating inside of his mate, gush after gush of cum filled her loins. The knot reached its full size, locking them together and preventing any of the seed from spilling out. Deon embraced the wolfess and brought them on the side, where they laid in silence for minutes on end, his canine cock pulsing powerfully with every beat of his heart, sending waves of pleasure through both of their bodies.

After what felt like ages his orgasm subsided, yet the knot still prevented them from separating. The beasts rested on the rough terrain, panting heavily, enjoying each other's company.

"Thank you..." - The wolfess sighed.

Deon playfully licked her neck, comforting his new partner. Several minutes later, he felt his knot shrink, he pulled on it and they finally separated with a last wave of pleasure hitting them both as the knot popped out of her pussy.

He rolled away from his mate, spreading his arms wide across the woodland floor and gazed at the night sky. He dared not think of the life he had to leave behind, it appeared that this would become his new home and in a way, Deon found peace in that.

The wolfess got up and stood over him, her vagina dripped with the mix of their sexual fluids. She extended her arm to him, inviting to get up, Deon accepted and stumbled on his unfamiliar legs, holding onto his partner for balance. She grabbed his other arm, locking their fingers together. She gazed intensely into his eyes and smiled.

The beastess inhaled deeply, tilted her head backwards and let out a deep, wild howl. Deon smirked, "Why not." - He thought and joined her, their cries echoed in harmony throughout the woods, sealing a bond between them that he never thought he'd have.