Black Dancing Soul...
They all say that it's wrong but how can what I feel be so wrong. Every time I see him I can't help but feel my blood sing out for him.
His majesty.
His beauty.
His strength.
He's seems so perfect as he crosses my vision day in and day out. He probably doesn't even realize what he is or what I am. To him he's just...himself, a proud and noble animal whose life has been shaped and molded into helping others. The others didn't know. They couldn't, not unless they were of some kin but I had looked into their eyes and seen nothing resonating back through my hazel vision. They were all...ordinary and innocent of the veil but that's the way it should be. Let no one lie to you, innocents and ignorance can be both a blessing and a curse even if death would be much swifter to embrace those who don't know.
No.
I'm not going to lament. There's no point. I cast my lot and now I walk the path before me.
I can't look back anymore.
Especially not when I have a perspective mate before me. By Luna he was so perfect. I don't think any other word best describes him.
His scent was so strong and virile.
His body was fit and toned from years of living on four legs.
His eyes held a depth and dominance that made others human or animal stop and bow to him.
His fur was very sleek and glimmered from the days of healthy eating and trimming. I had to make sure that my future mate, at least I hoped he would be my future mate, would look his best before the world. Every time I ran my hands through his grey and black peppered fur I couldn't help but take a deep sniff and bury my nose into him. Heheh, he always groaned and licked me on the neck before I shook my head and went back to making him look 'pretty' as Jenny would say. By the spirits that woman could be so...girly...ugh...but I guess she wasn't so bad...
Anyway, I'm drifting so let me put all of my cards on the table. I am a Garou. For those of the class who have no clue what that means it means I am a werewolf. Yep, a one hundred and ten percent of blend of man and wolf. Now for those of you who are wondering why I would be telling you this...well...it's because of the Garou tribes I am one of the accursed Black Spiral Dancers.
For those of you who are Garou who are reading this, yes I am pulling up the veil. Now before you go and burn this little piece of writing material of mine I would like you to know that the game is up guys. The 'truth' is coming out and to those of you who are not BSDs the veil is being drawn upwards with everyday and every second that you stand where you are reading this. Times up for you guys who think you are 'protecting Gaia' or whatever other crap you guys delude yourselves into believing. The game is almost up and I'm not sorry to say that you guys have lost...majorly. So pack your shit folks...your going away.
Now then that I have that off of my chest, for those of you who are reading and are about as lost as a new born pup I will not explain all about the Garou and our tribes, legacies, traditions, histories and mythologies. You want to know...go find a local wolf in Yellow Stone and ask one of them, I would say that if you find a friendly one who won't try and bite your head off or you don't piss on yourself and get hysterical from seeing a talking wolf he'll tell you all about us, but right now this is my story. So keep reading if you dare and just be forewarned...I am one of the most heinous, vile, detested, and revolted piece of trash that has ever crawled out from the Wyrm ball bag.
Thank you.
Now continuing as I said earlier I am a Garou, a werewolf. In werewolf lore it is forbidden for us to copulate amongst one another because our offspring come out...in what you might call retarded. I know. I know. A retarded werewolf...funny shit indeed but it's true. Our offspring come out as what are called Metis and are very disturbed and usually killed before their lives get very far. Prejudice amongst freaks, ain't that a laugh riot? Heh, but yeah I know some of you are thinking about love, and odd balls happenings of our offspring not being born defective but that's not how it works in our world and thus why most of you are not privy to it.
In the Garou world the law of the jungle is most serious above all laws. The strong take the reins and the weak fall in line, die off, or defect to someone stronger than them. Case closed. Well except for the Children on Gaia. Those guys...are really sweet...heh...I once knew a male CG and he was so nice to me even knowing who I was. He...oh nevermind...what does it matter...he died because of me so forget it...anyway...
Back on point: Garou on Garou equal very big nono. So how do we procreate and continue you may ask, well it's not by infecting humans. It doesn't work that way and yes we BSDs have tried...with messy results. No, the only way for us to procreate and continue our lines is to mate to either a full on human or kin, kins are humans who have the gene but can't transform so that no genetic defects will occur in the mixing our sperm and egg inside of the females bodies, or to full on wolves. Yep, bestiality like for real. Hey don't get squeamish on me now Weaver bedamned. I did warn you that I was a sick son of a bitch, and I am indeed, mom was a real bitch too and I happen to have three older brothers who..., whoops there I go again, me and my motor mouth. Anyway, yep we Garou have to mate outside of Garou bloodlines so this leads me back to my current little predicament.
You see I don't act like other Garou. I don't think we are better than humans, I don't think we should be worshipping or serving the Wyrm, and almighty source of corruption and destruction, later on him if I remember, and I don't think we should be killing each other but hey no one asked me for my opinion so fuck you all! Sorry for that bit of random anger, I have a lot of it according to my shrink, yes I do admit I have problems and actively seek to work on them...I have gone through four psychiatrist this month alone...going for number five by Friday. Any who, I don't act like a Garou and therefore don't follow many or any at all of their ways and culture. So that being said when I saw him I was entranced immediately.
His name is Tyler. He's a full blooded wolf hound from West Germany who came to us here at the local animal shelter and veterinary clinic. He was such a large thing when he had come to us but he was so...out of sorts I should say. It had to have been his Garou blood trying to figure out what was going on and what he should have been. See Tyler is four years old...Garou who are born from wolf/Garou parentage mature very fast and by the age of two years the feral wolf's mind becomes aware of his Garou nature and takes over. For the more feral of we Garou their needs and instincts are much more in tune with themselves and Gaia so they usually enter the 'service' as I like to call it, of the war very quickly.
But strangely Tyler never did. He stilled remained almost wholly wolf but I could see it in his eyes that his Garou nature was waiting to come out and I prayed it stayed buried, especially since I was planning to make him mine soon. Oh if you care or whatever, my name is Anthony of the Black Spiral Dancers. A pleasure that is all mine I am sure. I've been working 'undercover' here at the veterinary for as long as I could remember. It's always been this way ever since I got shoved out of my pack when I came of age. My brothers got it a little easier since they didn't get the Garou gene like I did, fun for them.
Oh well, anyway, my Tyler can't seem to get the spark needed to become a Garou in body but his mind is so sharp and filled with a sorta prowess all of we werewolves have inside. He could command a room just by stepping into it and he could make your spine lock up with just a single, bass growl. Man, even for being a BSD I can't tell you how many times my body has just...melted at his barking howls. Damn, I'm such an omega and I find it really annoying at times like these. I've killed men with my claws and bitten the heads off of my own kind but at this incomplete Garou's call I turn into a needy bitch. Damn I think my pants are tightening up again...
Continuing on, I made my move when after a week the entire clinic was going to be vacant for the holiday season and I had 'volunteered' to check over the place and all the animals here by myself. The director was such a trusting soul I really hope she doesn't get killed anytime too soon. With everyone gone from the premises I had switched off the cameras, made triple sure the locks on the front, back and side doors were locked and then fed everyone and gave those that needed their meds their drugs and then let myself go.
The feelings could be described as electric to you humans but to you Garou you know what it's like to have molten energy running through your bodies: molding, sharpening, twisting, pulling and morphing us into our real forms. No Garou thinks of himself as human since it was seen as a discourtesy to our species. Even I, who doesn't think that we are any better, don't care for the human guise I have to done. I was born as a wolf and want to die on my fours as a lupus. Even if I have more power, strength and virility as a Crinos, it's not my real form.
Back on all fours I felt so good! I had to shake first just to get some feeling back into my limbs and of course no good werewolf could go without a scratch. Claws running through my auburn fur and fur flying off in small tufts I licked my chops and yawned widely while groaning. Let others say what they might but being a lupus was a dream come true. Stopping my scratching I had to sniff over myself and make sure that everything had come out alright, just in case, though I had done this a gazillion times before I just had to make sure.
My cold, moist nose touched my tailhole and I breathed in my musk and growled happily. I really liked my own male odor and when it ran through my nose to my head I cataloged my status to memory without fail.
Young.
Male.
Feral.
Ready to mate.
Dangerous.
Yep, that was me to a 'T' and I let loose a howl to sound off my return to Gaia. This Garou was ready to take to the stage of life and now it was time for the first act. I pulled myself up onto all fours and licked my nose before walking down the cold hallway to where Tyler was in his own private little room. He had to have heard me sound off, this place had walls like paper so I'm sure any other animal or Garou probably heard me and wanted to stay away, I always forgot how much I could scare the normal animals with my call as they were all huddled into their little corners and shivering with fear. Oh well, I hadn't eaten them in my six years hear so I can't help their fear. It's instinctual as well as ego boosting.
Padding down and to Tyler's room I scratch at his doggy door and listen for him. Being of Garou blood he may have his hackles raised in ready for a fight in not being able to understand what I was and what my howl meant. Listening with a tri-pointed eat standing up against the panel of the door I hear deep panting but nothing else. Taking a chance and hoping my head doesn't get chewed on, I padded through the doggy flap and then sniff around before looking to see my beautiful Tyler sitting on his bed looking down like a king before his court.
He was so regal as he sat there with his tongue hanging out and panting in the musty and sweaty air of his room. I walk through the rest of the way and then looked up to the wolfhound Garou then stopped and sat down on my haunches.
Even being werewolves we have certain rules of conduct to be upheld when breeching another territory. I wait until Tyler climbs down and saunters up to be me before running his nose over my head and neck. I don't understand those movies where the werewolf's dog turns on them and viciously tries to attack the person who took care of them or tries to act defensively against their owner. It's already clarified between Garou and dog that the alpha male status would be made clear early on. Usually, unless the 'dog' was really a Garou the werewolf was the alpha male or female and the dog followed the alpha's laws to the letter. Most dogs treat us like they would any other dog out on the street; if we want to be friendly and loving and pet and hug on them we let them know with body gestures and when we want our space a quick growl got the message through. Hollywood...with all of the Garou working there you would think one of them would have gotten some things clear. Or maybe that was the whole point with the misconception...
A tongue rubbed over my face and then over my nose before Tyler let out a spine locking bark in my ear and began to wag his tail at me.
Yep, he didn't have a clue. Most Garou wouldn't do much after recognizing another of our kind if the first three seconds didn't end with one trying to tear the other one apart. We really are a bunch of prudes but Tyler was being friendly. He knew my scent and he knew I meant him no harm so to him I was just...'Keeper and Wolf' at the same time, I guess. At least that's how I think he saw me since I handled most of his care when he was here, but now was the time to change all of that.
Seeing Tyler sitting on his haunches and looking at me like he wanted to play I turned around and wagged my tail at him and waited. Instinct took over when he came over and pressed his muzzle into my tailhole and began to sniff and lick at it. I always keep clean back there in case of times like these and made sure to flail my tail over his head before grabbing one of his handballs in my muzzle and then darting out of the doggy door. Now normally, he isn't supposed to leave his room unless I'm there to open the door but this time after I ran off with one of his chews Tyler had no problem following me out into the hallway.
It was kinda fun being chased by Tyler through the halls with my tail up and scampering paws trailing and clicking on the floor. Hehe, it was like being a pup again and I relished every moment of it. Tyler pounced on my back and made me spit out the ball before growling and nipping my ears and tugging on them. Let me tell you that when a one hundred and forty odd pound male wolf mutt hops onto you and starts chewing...you really have to have some serious kind of nerves. I mean, most people would be scared shitless, most Garou would be trying to throw him off, but me...I was trying not to hump my hard sheath against the floor to get him to rut me.
Tyler tugged and nibbled on my ears before bouncing off of me for the ball that I had spat out. The wet round sphere glimmered in the faux lights before being taken up into a strong muzzle and munched on. I growled and shook myself before charging and pouncing at the wolfhound. He dodged and danced away with his catch proudly held up in his muzzle before scampering off.
We played like this for hours, going back and forth between chase, tag, catching the ball and trying to take it from one another and then finally collapsing into a heap when we were exhausted. Tyler had collapsed on top of me and rested on my back with his large self and was panting into my ear like a freight train. It was annoying and yet kinda sexy to me. His warm breaths in my ears and his comfortable weight above me made me feel so safe. And here I was supposed to be the big, bad, and scary Black Spiral Dancer. I was the one that made people and even other Garou jump out of their skin just with my presence and I was wallowing in heaven under a packless and ineptly docile Garou candidate.
I knew it was time when I felt him start to doze off. I lifted Tyler up with ease and watched and listened as he groaned and tried to realize what was happening before I turned and bumped my nose into his nose. We looked into each other's eyes and Tyler licked my nose before trying to turn away and curl up to sleep but my growl made him stop. Lifting his ears and looking back towards me I made sure to capture his full attention before I started to shift. Bones, cartilage, organs all popped and flexed before kneeling two heads above the standing wolfhound was me in my Crinos form.
For a second Tyler was confused and scared as he sniffed and curled his tail between his legs before he recognized my scent and then he curiously cocked his head at me. Padding down on all fours I was almost three times his height even as he stood next to me on all four feet but I was of no danger to him. Whimpering and panting I moved around behind Tyler and then lowered my boxy head and began to lick all over his sheath up towards his tailhole. Instantly Tyler went on alert and began to moan in that doggy way to show off how much he appreciated my efforts. Because my tongue was so much longer and thicker I was able to lap all over the wolfhound's groin up into his tailhole before shoving my tongue into his tailhole and licking through him.
He was very musky in there but thankfully clean as well. Pulling my drooling tongue out of his backside and then lapping over his swollen nuts I was so grateful that I put a little fear into the Director when she voiced her opinion about having him cut. I know that if she would have tried it I would have cut that bitch loose from her head. These wonderful nuts on this dog were too delicious to ever be cleaved. They were so full and heavy on my tongue and as I continued my ministrations and Tyler was busily scraping his claws onto the floor while lifting his butt back towards me and pushing his ass onto my muzzle. His canine sheath had swollen and unleashed the deep lance of red from between his legs jutting out and shooting pre onto the floor in front of him. Instantly Tyler was trying to lick all of the spraying fluids up without much success as I drove more and more out of him matting down his own chin with his own sweetly, musky ooze.
Before Tyler's knot could swell up to full size and pop out of his sheath I pulled away from him and watched as he continuously lapped up his seminal fluids and then watched as he turned around towards me and began to lick my face. I licked him back in return and found myself getting drunk on his taste. His tongue ran through my larger muzzle like it was an open field while we stared at one another. My eyes were shimmering with a golden light and as the aurora from them danced on his dark face before I pulled back and watched my wolfdog lick his lips and then stand with his fully swollen cock dancing between his thighs. Deciding that I was gonna make him mine I turned my back and lifted my tail over my head, yeah it's really that long almost touching my nose, and then laid down on my arms and waited.
Since Tyler had already gotten my scent on his memory banks the only thing that was left for him with me in this position came from inborn instincts. Hoping up onto me Tyler began to wrap his forelegs around my waist, as much as he could given my four hundred plus pound bulk, and then jammed his hips into my nuts. I yelped like a pup at that before wiggling my tailhole around and then getting into better docking position. It was on the fourth pierce that Tyler made me his mate as he jammed almost all of his eight, good solid inches into me and then began to thrust up on top of my back like mad. He hadn't had a female in the time I was here, I'll give you one guess why, heh, and so he was more than ready to bred.
Thrust after thrust Tyler made my backside his playground and his cock my master. I felt my blood howling out for him as I panted and ran my sweaty head onto the cool floor. My mind was filling with images of things I didn't care about, not so much from the morality or principals behind what I was enacting with my new mate but with images of Gaia and the creatures of the world, as if by mating to another Garou I was learning the secrets of the Garou themselves without being asked or told to. None of it mattered though, all I wanted was Tyler and as he pressed down deeper into me I felt him growing in size and girth I knew he was...wait a minute...
Twisting my head around I found myself staring wide eyed as the form of the smaller canine began to shift and twist and expand with new growth. The pressure of the weight on my back increased and soon I was pressing my paws to the ground trying to keep from being squashed. Tyler, apparently, had awakened to his werewolf genes and was now changing from lupus into Crinos...not exactly what I had planned.
Though it was hard to think of anything as the former eight inches of Garou meat inside of me thrust deeper and harder into my guts and began to pierce me deeper than anything had before. My insides felt like jelly when Tyler reached up with his new claws and dug them into the fur of my chest holding me in a vice and then hunching his more powerful hips forward into my ass making me clench my fangs to keep from yelping. I did have some pride damn it! Growling and pushing backwards I was gonna make this Garou work for my tail. Tyler looked down at me and his golden eyes seem to come alive with knowing. He then did something that worried more than being surrounded by a hundred Garou of each tribe, he grinned.
Pulling out of me completely my rectum all but collapsed back into its original shape as my inner organs tried to realign themselves into the their previous position before Tyler made me his bitch.
One solid thrust.
One single hilt and I wailed like the damned.
Tyler grunted and licked the back of my ears before pounding into me with the force of six jackhammers on overdrive. His fur was hot and the musky sweat of his body made my head spin so much that some of the pain dulled to a throbbing ache but the pleasure turned up the volume tenfold. My own cock was raging between my legs, pulsing and engorged with need as I shot down my cum onto the floor Tyler having driven me to climax without noticing before pushing me further and further up the heights to new rapture. I felt like I was dying and yet being born again when his knot, so swollen and large that it kissed the outer rim of my buttocks before slamming into me and demanding entrance. I yipped, howled, roared, growled, and moaned when Tyler drove all of his maleness into me with one firm shove. The knot had breached an impossible barrier and now lay within me like a forgotten part of my body that had been stripped away but now returned home.
I know my eyes rolled back into my head because in that instant I saw nothing but white. I still could feel everything but my vision was blank as I felt fangs embed into my neck and held me in a unforgiving grip, easily able to separate my head from my spine with one little tug. I was at his mercy and so was my cock when a strong paw reach down, mindful of claws as all I felt was smooth padded fingers, to grip my own knot and clench down upon it as hard as possible without crushing. I humped furiously and mindlessly as I came again more powerful than before as my orgasm shot out and smacked into the wall at the other end of the hallway some six yards away.
Words were whispered into my ears: ownership, need, a demand for submission and even a ghostly whisper of something more than love before Tyler released my neck and howled to the heavens. My stomach caught on fire as I was baptized in his dominance. His Garou seed filled me up and made my body burn with his claiming of my soul as his cum drenched my guts to the breaking point. There was no greater euphoria than this. No victory in battle could have been sweeter. No kill under Luna's full light more joyous. And no promise as sacred as that point when my mate took all of me for his own.
I felt time start to slow down as Tyler held me close and then lowered me to the floor before everything was drowned in black. The last thing I heard was the sounds of phantom whispers telling me that...
I had a pack...
When I woke up I was dazed, confused, exhausted, and in lupus form; my natural state should I lose control of my body. Lifting my head and turning around I found my body still on the floor in the same place I had been with Tyler but no Tyler around. I tried to get up onto my fours but my backside had revolted and turned rebel as it didn't comply with my wishes and commands. Instead I dropped back down and huffed miserably while wagging my tail to see if that part of me at least still worked. I was surprised to find that it actually did before sniffing the air and tasting the scent of my new mate all over me. Not surprising but it was somewhat vexing that I lifted my tail and looked behind me to see sticky, white goop dripping out of me. Grunting, I twisted my body around, thank you Gaia for a flexible spine, and then began to clean myself, all the while shivering at the taste of Garou male on my palette.
I must have been at it a while because when I looked up I was staring into the hazel eyes of a large wolfhound with black and grey peppered fur. Now, again, I am a Black Spiral Dancer, part of one of the most hated tribes of the Garou so my first reaction was to try and prepare myself for an attack by one of my peers. Thankfully that never happened. The look in Tyler's eyes was of clarity and understanding as he looked down at me and over the body he had claimed before lowering his head and nuzzling my cheek. I was shocked and somewhat unsure before my Garou instincts compelled me to accept my mate and alpha without question and return his affection to which I did happily.
Tyler came up and laid down next to me sharing his body's warmth before licking me over the face and then plopping his head down on mine making me lower myself beneath him.
Damned alphas.
Always so pushy.
I swear I thought I felt a chuckle before I growled and lowered my head fully onto my paws and went to sleep.
As for the rest of the story, well by me writing this you know I came out fine in the end. However, I soon found myself dragged out of the clinic with my mate on a fur-raising adventure through the world as I found out what tribe my alpha was. Now can anyone guess what tribe that would be...well here's a clue...
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Yay for me! And boo for me as well. Not only had Tyler become my alpha, and pushier he now claims that it has become out mission to, "Do all we can for Gaia and to help her with all of our might!"His words not mine. I'm a proud BSD who doesn't give the Wyrm's asshole about Gaia and her survival but I'll humor my mate for as long as he thinks he can run things but believe you me I know the apocalypse is coming and when it does come trust me on this:
My mate and I will not be involved.
I already have found a Caern of great power and plan to horde it for me and my mate when the shit hits the fan. So to all of you reading this I hope you had fun, you pawed off and you got some knowledge and to any of you asswipes who want to try and find us and try and stop me...well in about twenty seconds...the entire apartment is going to exploded...so have fun and bye bye...
The garou who was reading the papers looked down to see a small set of wires connected to the back of the mahogany desk and didn't need to even blink before he had grabbed his two betas and crashed out of the window of the fourth floor apartment just in time to drop down to the street below when the window shattered and a fiery explosion was set off destroying everything that had been inside.
"I take it you found something important sir?" One of the Garou asked while dusting off his fur.
"Yep, but sadly its burning up in that fire."
"Anything we can salvage?" The other Garou shakily getting up next to their leader asked.
"Just that one of the Black Spiral Dancers has the devil's luck." The taller alpha male said before looking to the street and then walking into the shadows being flanked by his two second in commands. Behind them something hissed in the shadows and slunk off not to be seen again anytime too soon.
Borrowing from Werewolf the Apocalypse World. :P