Servitude - 1
Adrian sat up with a stretch of his arms above his head, the light fog that addled his mind slowly filtering away. He let his fingers shade his eyes from the growing light from the rising sun, the red and orange causing the fur of his fingers to shine in a deep mix of red and grey. It was in this light he could once again see the changes made to his body, the fur that travelled all across his body, skin now hidden behind a thick grey and black coat. It was still a mystery to him as to how it happened, or rather why he was one of the "lucky few" to have survived it.
10 months of surviving. 10 months of being stuck on a planet he didn't even know the name of. Those ten months all predated by an event simply known as.. nothing. It didn't have a name. Adrian might have called it the apocalypse, but in reality, he didn't even know what had actually happened. One night so many moons ago, people just... disappeared. He could barely remember the details, as if his old self had just been snatched up and deposited here, left to rot in a time and place he couldn't understand.
He was alone in his hut in the depths of the woods. Alone with his thoughts day after day, night after night, wondering what had happened. He hadn't explored his surroundings, too used to living the city life, the act of adapting costing him all of his energy each night. He was curious, but afraid. Long had it been since he felt fear, fear for his life, fear for the unknown. Being a slave to the machine, another cog in the wheel was just so much simpler. He didn't have to think back then, but now, to think was to survive.
His transition to this world wasn't the only change in his life. Fur. The fur of an animal, a beast, a monster, surrounded his body like a second skin. Yet it felt natural, as if it was just meant to be. He didn't question it as much as he thought he should. Each time he tried to shave it off, the next day, the fur would have regrown. But that wasn't the only change. His body, once human, all flesh and skin, now was more, animalistic.
He was quite average back on his original world, height being a simple six foot. Now, he felt taller. His legs that once were straight now had an angle to them between his knee and ankle, the sharp turn back making him feel more akin to a werewolf than not, though that was quite close to the truth of it.
His face once flat, now a muzzle instead. Ears that curved made sharp and pointed, and quite sensitive too at that. Fur covered all in the same grey and black complexion, his teeth sharp and curved a little, made for tearing than chewing. A tail rested on his lower back, his genitals now covered in a sheath. Everything about him felt.. different, but natural. He couldn't quite place his finger on it.
But to Adrian, the past is the past. For all he knows, he can't go back, so he chose to survive, to live a new life instead. It was on this one breezy morning that fate would push his fear of the unknown to its limits. For Adrian was about to truly experience the horrors that came with this worlds civilisation, and the people who thrived within it.
The sun began its slow rise up into the crystal blue sky, its orange and golds rays forcing the shadows of trees to stretch and blanket the forests floor. Adrian finished his stretch, letting his arm rest down on his thickened chest, muscles and bones he never knew he had able to be felt beneath the fur and skin of his new-ish body. Muscles shifted as he stretched, yawning deep as he felt his chest fill with the morning air, fresh and sharp, the cold dew still hanging in the air.
A sigh forced itself from his muzzle as his claw tips trailed over his abs, resting on his stomach as he looked up at the makeshift ceiling he patched up one stormy night. A couple weeks ago, he'd stumbled upon this shack in the middle of the woods, and after seeing it had been abandoned for some time, he moved in. He'd made improvements since, adding coverings of leaf and bark to any of the holes left by the wind and rain, propping up sections with wood he'd cut to hold everything together. The world he lived in now was a harsh one, the usual hustle of city life replaced with the eerie tune the forest sung, the smoggy air now unfiltered, the weather raining down on everything in sight.
The gentle clack of branches swinging into each other filled the air as a gust of wind blew through, clearing his mind of memories as the feeling of the breeze causing his fur to shift and sway made his skin tingle, the thought that he should be feeling cold barely registering in his mind. His fur helped keep the harsh weather that little bit further away from him, another reason why he chose to not question the changes made to him. He wasn't a big believer about fate and destiny. The transformation was just another event that has come and gone.
Leaves kicked up in the wind as a larger buffet of air blew through his shack, a soft crack of wood above the only signal of impending danger. He had read up on some safety guides once when camping with some friends, wanting to make sure he was as prepared as he could be for the trip. Some of those guides he had to recall the last few months, using whatever knowledge he could to survive. One guide pointed to a serious hazard some call Dead Fall Trees, rotted trunks or lifeless branches sometimes caught on other trees, occasionally dropping in harsh wind. He'd never had a problem previously, always being careful to remove anything hazardous before it was too late.
But this wind was blowing stronger and stronger with each minute.
A splinter of half rotted bark and frayed fibres of wood cracked like a whip in the air, the sound cutting through the now howling wind. Adrian's eyes darted up, his ears perked as he listened for any sounds that might scream danger. A shudder ran through his spine as he watched leaves rain down around him, the odd silence that followed making him pause momentarily. Then he heard it.
Wind screamed louder as the last fibres within the old tree snapped, a cascade of sticks and dead leaves falling around his shack. With a sudden bark of fear and surprise, Adrian dashed out the front opening that would have housed a door some time many months ago, his footpads and claws slamming down onto the half rotted planks, causing one to snap as he launched himself out into the open, his eyes finally seeing the tree that would have most likely killed him. He watched the shacks roof cave in as branches slashed through its middle, the trunk slamming down into the middle of the small home, sending splinters of wood flying in all directions, the impact making the earth shudder.
Panting heavily, Adrian stared wide eyed as his temporary home lay decimated before him, the leaves still falling around him as his chest rose and fell deeply. He could feel the damp earth beneath his fingers tighten in his palm as he clenched his hands into fists, slamming on down onto a branch that just happened to land beside him. A shallow cut split his skin, but he didn't notice, the adrenaline making him feel a little dizzy as he sat there, his pants slowing down as he deepened his breaths, forcing a shudder through him as he came down from the rush.
He wasnt really that attached to the place, at least in the sense of losing ones home. It just frustrated him. Another sigh rumbled out of his lips, his arms stretching behind him as he gave a shove, not surprised anymore by the strength of his new body, giving enough of a shove to let him hop up onto his feet, his tail lashing behind him as he looked up, searching for any more dead fall that might cause harm to him. Finding none, he moved towards his ruined homestead, climbing onto the half caved in balcony before peeking his head in through the door, his nose pushing through a group of leaves as he surveyed the remains of the shack.
Holding back on what would have been his third or fourth sigh that morning, he shuffled along the trunk that sectioned off the small room in two. He spied the handle of the axe he had been using the last while that had come with the shack, the old wooden shaft half hidden by the trunk of the dead tree. Tensing his arms muscles, he shoved his claws under the tree, jerking up quickly as he lifted the trunk up a couple inches, enough to quickly grab the axe handle and yank it out. What he got was a nice three inches of wood with a snapped end, the other half probably lying under the rubble of the house now.
And the sigh came out, his tail swishing behind him in agitation again, his arm dropping the tree down with a heavy thud, the floor finally caving in and sending the trunk another half a meter into the ground. "No way i'm lifting that again.", he silently thought to himself, peering around the confines of the now heavily lit room, the sun finally piercing down through the tree tops to shine its light around the place. He could spot the tattered clothes he had found in the hut, the garb half torn to shreds, lying pitifully below a branch on the other side of the tree. He could see his bed, the frame snapped in two by the falling tree, himself lucky to have dodged when he did.
Grabbing the small backpack he had been transported with, the blue and black bag the only memento he had of his old life, the bag filled with some dried meat, a small collection of fruits he had found and finally the small switchblade he always used to carry. He could vaguely remember it being some present or other he got from a family member of his, the memory too faded to make details out of. The knife had seen its uses since the transition be tween worlds however, the cool steel marked with the cuts of bark and flesh alike. Grabbing his torn clothing, he eyed it closely, looking down at his nude form, seeing his sheath and sack hang between his thighs, quite sizeable compared to his old looks, but even covered with fur, it still felt too revealing to be comfortable, even by himself.
Tearing the garb in half, he wrapped it around his waist, making a makeshift sort of loin cloth out of it, enough to provide his genitals with some privacy, and to make him feel less revealed to nature's prying eyes. Hefting the backpack around his shoulder, he moved off back out the doorway, giving one final look over his shoulder at his home before sighing out, gritting his teeth for the moment as he moved off towards the sun, heading east, or whatever direction the sun was on this world.
Adrian's neck tingled as he moved onward, always heading the same way, spending hours on foot, something he doubted he could have achieved if it werent for his new body. The wound on his arm was already healing, and he didn't feel any of the fatigue that came with long distance walks. Occasionally his bare footpads would step on a branch or sharp stone, and he would spend some time resting to help speed up the healing process, something that felt vaguely like a tingle of electricity buzzing around the affected area on his body. One time he had even fallen down from a tree while scavenging for some food, dislocating and fracturing his arm, only to find it healed the next morning.
On top of his increased endurance, he noticed an increase in his natural strength, and ability to hear and see things with sharp clarity. He could only wonder if this is how a wolf felt normally, though maybe things were different on this planet. On top of his increased abilities, he could feel as if something lay dormant inside him, though the feeling was too strange and often not able to be felt that he paid it no mind. Still, as he continued to trot through the densely packed trees, he could feel, something out there, watching, stalking him now, waiting for something. It reminded him of having a laser pointed at the back of his neck while a sniper watched him from a klick away.
He continued on, shrugging the feeling away as he lifted his head up, looking for anything that might lead him towards... something. He paused, searching through the trees, sniffing the air as he let his ears perk above him, all his senses on alert. He gazed up at the sun, knowing in his head that it was at least half way through the day, tilting his head a little to see that the sun was now dropping off to his left, meaning that whatever he had been doing, it had obviously led him more north than what he was hoping for. He turned slowly, looking around him for anything that might be familiar, any trees that stood out as landmarks, any change in the constant roll of hills and flatlands that he walked through.
Seeing nothing he sighed out deeply, stretching his arms above his head before shaking his neck and legs some, letting his muscles relax from being bunched up and stretched during his long walk. He still had plenty of energy to spare, and could possible walk through the night if needed, until he found some shelter to rest in. He let his gaze return to the hidden path ahead, the trail that he would eventually create for others to follow one day, if they ever happened to walk in this stretch of woods. He knew there were others out there, somewhere, the shack proof that civilisation existed out here, though perhaps a few eras behind the modern day and age that he lived in. The shack didnt have anything remotely modern inside when he arrived, only the axe, a bed made of straw, clothing that seemed woven out of thick strands of wool. Primitive almost.
A twang sounded through the still air, the sound making him jump and turn on the spot, a soft rush of air hitting him, the feeling of wetness spreading on his torso as he leapt behind a tree trunk, gazing down at the half embedded arrow that stuck out of his body. He didn't feel the pain, his heart hammering in his chest, audible to his ears as he listened for his predator's movements. He couldn't hear anything resembling someone chasing him, no feet falling onto dead sticks or leaves, just silence. Then another twang, a sharp smack as his shoulder jerked back into the tree, the pain finally hitting him as the arrow lodged itself against his bone. He snapped his eyes towards where the arrow had come from, his fingers gripping the arrows shaft as he wrenched it out, the red drip of his blood seeping from the wound. He yanked out the arrow half buried in his torso, breaking the shaft in two as he watched for movement, seeing nothing again. Whoever was hunting him obviously was skilled.
He was ready for the third one, spotting the hunter finally, a lithe form darting through the branches silently, the arrow sailing down at him from above. He reacted instinctively, his fingers slamming the shaft into the tree as he growled out, eyes locked onto the hunter, refusing to let them out of his sight. That was his second mistake, the first being that of him ignoring the instinctive feeling that he was being followed. His arm suddenly jerked hard against the tree, the bark splintering as the arrow head lodged itself through his arm and into the trunk of the tree itself, his eyes seeking out the new target. Mistake three was not moving after being shot, his mind too confused, too fogged up with thoughts of fear and pain to notice the arrow that would be the end of him. His thigh shuddered before his knee collapsed, the arrow breaking on impact, but not before slicing into the muscles on the back of his leg, causing Adrian to grit his teeth, falling to his knees as he collapsed, all the energy in his body suddenly vanished as he felt dizzy.
His fur felt wet to the touch as he tried to pry the arrow from his forearm, only managing to break off the end of it, letting his arm fall to his side after he tried to yank towards him. He panted for air, his head throbbing intensely as he gazed up. He would have thought he would be surprised at the figure that loomed over him, but felt nothing as the heel of her foot slammed into his forehead, snapping his neck back. In that final moment, he could see her, her eyes a light blue, filled with fear and anger, her muzzle a shade of yellow and a dark grey that seemed to blend in with the surroundings. She was mostly covered in a cloak with the pattern and colour of autumn leaves, a small shield and pike embroidered onto her upper left chest. He could see her look up before calling out to the others, to come out.
There were five of them in total, all female, all filled with the same malice the first showed. They all surrounded him, watching him in quiet as he shifted to the side, his energy escaping him as a he gave in to the pain and suffering he felt. A sharp smack landed to the back of his head, a piece of wood dropping beside him as one of the females dropped it. But as his head flopped back to his chest, his body slowly falling off to the side, he could only see the first females legs and thighs, his consciousness fading out as he saw the cleanly trimmed and soft pink nethers of the feline from beneath her cloak, the sight making him feel the true sting of his cruel fate, his eyes finally rolling back up into his head as a dark blankness fell over him.
As Adrian finally fell unconscious, the girls all looked to one another, their eyes turning back down to the anthro wolf that slowly collapsed down to the earthy floor, sprawling out onto its arms and and chest, red blood matting its fur in places. One of the females moved closer, lifting the wolfs head up, looking at his features before dropping it back to the ground, nodding to the others.
"Its done. Lets return before the light turns dark."
Adrian awoke to the sight of a roughly made stone floor, his arms hanging up behind his head as he hung from the wall, his head foggy with the memories that faded with his unconsciousness. He tried to recall what happened, remembering arrows, and pain, and the feline standing over him. At least it confirmed there were others here, even if they weren't all that friendly. And that they were like him.. or kind of like him anyway. They had fur, that much he was certain, and the female that finished him with that blow looked more feline than anything else. A sigh pushed itself from his chest, a yawn following shortly after, the pain of the short fight, if it could be called that, already gone along with the wounds inflicted to his body.
He gathered the little strength he had, trying to tug his arms from behind him, failing as all he did was cause a metallic rattle to fill the cell, the little light coming from a heavily fortified door in front of him showing the signs of previous inhabitants, pools of dried blood and other fluids leaving marks on the cold floor. He turned his head around a bit, looking back at the metal stake that was pressed between a couple large stone blocks, chains holding up his arms with cuffs on each wrist. He could probably wrench one of the stakes free, but he didnt want to risk it with so little strength in his body.
He heard footsteps then, a soft click of metal on stone sounding as someone approached, a veiled helm suddenly looking through the bars of the door, light glinting from a small lantern as the figure held it up to the opening, light pouring into his cell, his fur still coloured a darker red from his healed wounds. The sound of a large bolt sliding drew his attention, his head swinging back around to watch the figure slowly swing the door open. He could finally see the size of it, the door itself at least as thick as his thighs, the metal reinforcements showing signs of scratches and deep grooves from whoever was in here last. It seemed that once someone was put in here, they had little hope of getting back out.
The figure moved closer, the light throwing their shadow across the doorway as the stepped in, the door slowly swinging shut behind them as the bolt slid shut again, another person must have been on the other side as well. Adrian could feel a cold clench in his chest, a pang of fear filling him as the figure sat the lantern in front of him, only now could he see that it was another female, a feline again, this one wearing what appeared to be a uniform of red and gold, the seams of her clothing covered in small embroidery that gave off the appearance of someone with a high status in life.
A sharp thud of a fist sounded out, the air in his lungs being expelled in a gasp as the female sunk her fist into the fur of his chest, only now did he see the small rings of metal that encased her fingers like a glove, the knuckle duster that she pulled out of his chest's fur glinting in the light. He could see small drips of crimson fall from the sharp tips on the knuckles of her weapon, his chest tingling with pain as she swung again, slamming harder into his torso, making him rock back on his chains into the wall, panting out through clenched teeth. He let his head hang down, only now realising that he was naked, his body completely open to view, the pain growing as her fist cocked back then slammed into his thigh.
He snarled out instinctively, his fists clenching up as he let his claws dig into his palms, trying to calm himself as his muscles bunched up, his mind torn in half, one side wanting to break free, the other wanting to fight. He sunk down against the chains, a shudder running through him as he breathed out and in, the punches stopping as the female backed off some, wiping her fists on a cloth before removing the weapon from her knuckles. She gazed at him now, her eyes roaming up and down his body, watching his muscles flex then relax then flex, watching his eyes shut tight as he fought off his anger and fear. He couldn't see the smile on her lips as she turned, walking back to the door before whispering out through the bars, the words lost to him as he panted out. He could feel his skin knitting itself back together again slowly, the pain easing away as he opened his eyes, suddenly unable to see anything as the lantern went out.
He jumped a little as he felt the fingers press into his torso, those soft finger tips running up his chest, his head moving up as he shuddered out, trying to see if it was the female touching him slowly, or if they had sent someone else. The light to the room was all but gone, his eyes scanning the room, only seeing blackness ahead of him. Then those fingers moved up, each finger tip brushing up over his taut muscles and skin, feeling up through his rough fur, reaching his neck before dropping down to his sides. He could hear a purr sound, a feline like rumble that he felt through those fingers, the sound unmistakably female. He tried to shift around, move backwards, do anything to stop her from touching him, those finger tips trailing lower across his torso again, the prick and grind of claws slowly raking down to his waist, his breath catching in his throat as the feline explored lower and lower.
With a startled gasp and clench of his teeth, he felt the feline press her fingers down against his sheath, the feeling of his furred crotch being teased making him shift harder, a small giggle being heard as the feline moved her fingers back off him. Then he could hear a new sound, the shuffle of fingers unbuttoning a shirt, the slow tug of hands pulling clothing off, the sound of soft pawpads stepping across to the door and back. Then he could feel a warmth against his thighs and fur, her breath rolling up along his sheath as her fingers coiled around that thick hidden package, his breath skipping a beat as a pulse and throb filled his loins. He could feel her breathing deeply, dragging in his wolfish scent with each fall of her chest, the raw musk of wolf growing as she teased his sack with her claws, dragging each finger tip lower before grasping those twin orbs, rolling them between her fingers.
He shuddered deeply again, his toes curling as he bit back a snarl, wanting to escape but knowing he couldn't while he was still weak. The feline before him pushed closer, her breath growing hotter as her lips pressed into his sack, grinding her nose up against his sheath before her fingers rose up too, stroking up and down along his sheath, forcing him to flex and pull away. He could feel himself growing more lusty, the throb in his sack and sheath telling him that he was about to reveal himself to her, at least in the sense of presenting his shaft to the waiting feline. He had tried it a couple times before, peeling back his sheath, playing with himself to see what it was like. It was a new experience, the feeling of his sheath slowly pulling pack, the thickened length of his cock's shaft pushing out, slowly growing in size sending tingles into his legs.
He could hear that purr from her again, the soft press of her cool nose running along his tip to sheath, breathing in slowly and deeply, her fingers dancing against his tip as he continued to grow more erect, his eyes glazed over as he tried to see what she was doing. Then her tongue wrapped around his tip, the soft suckle of his lips on his tip making light dance across his vision, his body clenching tight as she rolled his lips down his length, dragging his canid shaft deeper into her maw. Her nose pressed down into his sheath, the purr building in her chest as it vibrated out into his length, making him shudder in pleasure, a drop of pre landing on her tongue as she suckled on it, dragging out another precious drop before pulling off, slowly standing up before moving up to Adrian's chest, rubbing her cheek into his fur.
"How do you like the idea of being my slave hun~?" she purred out, the sound making him shiver in mixed fear and lust, the later unwanted, but forced out of him as he fingers cradled his sack, holding his shaft up into her stomach's softer fur. She moved in closer, slowly lifting herself up as her leg hooked around the back of his thigh. He couldnt moved his head down to growl or bite at her he found, his arms lifted too high to allow his shoulders to rotate. Soon her arm wrapped around his back, letting her lift herself elegantly onto him more, her other leg curling around his back as she rested on his chest, purring out. Then she lowered slowly, the soft press of his shaft grinding up between her thighs making him whine out involuntarily, her giggle sounding as she ran her claws down his chest again, savouring the feel of his taut muscles again.
Then she dropped hard, pushing his tip up into her nether lips before yipping in delight, grinding her rump lower and harder, forcing his thicker tip to push her tunnel apart, the soft spread of her flesh around his shaft making him shudder in pleasure, tingles of lust shooting through his core. Then she rolled her hips, her fingers digging into his back as he pulled him in, her toes curled up in his fur, her tunnel slowly sinking his length deeper into her. He could feel the press of her damp folds ease against his sheath, her purr sounding out as he let her body grind into his, her hips rising and falling slowly as his shaft pushed and pulled from within her.
He couldnt comprehend what was happening in that moment, going from being beat up to raped, but he had little choice, his teeth clenched tight as the feline grasped his sides harder, lifting herself up before slapping down, pushing her tailbase in towards his legs, forcing her rump to press into his sack, grinding her firm rump into his fur, her walls clenching around his length as they rippled slowly, milking him of his pre-cum with each throb, drawing the last of his shaft into her as she slapped down again, finally his tip pushed up against some barrier deep in her tunnel, obviously something pleasurable to her as he purred out deeper. Then she held him with her claws, lifting up before sinking down, her walls dripping with her own lust, her tightness spreading around his tip as she pushed herself onto him again, forcing him to bottom out inside her tunnel before dragging him out again, repeating the process again.
He could feel her breath pressing into his chest, he cheek pressed to him as she began to pick up speed, his sack growing tighter as the heft load within began to flow, her body milking him harder and faster as she bounced against his lap, the soft pat of her asscheeks slapping into his thighs and sheath with each thrust down and up. He couldnt control the rumble in his chest as the pleasure flowed through him, his hips rising up with each of her thrusts, pushing his tip harder into that barrier deep inside her, making her moan out in pleasure as she held on tighter, her legs pushing him into her harder with each drop of her body onto his shaft. He could feel himself growing closer to his finish, but she seemed to involved in her pleasure to care for her actions, bouncing her hips against him as she rode his cock faster again, letting it spear into her walls, pushing her juices out of her folds and letting them drip onto his sheath and cock, the soft pulsing ripple of her walls clinging to his length making him bite his lip.
Then she stopped, forcing every inch of his shaft into her tunnel, nibbling on his chest's fur as she clenched around him, throbbing hard and fast as she let out a high pitched, lust filled moan into his fur, his tip shoved up into her barrier, prying it apart as he shuddered. One tiny thrust of his hips pushed him over the edge, his sack grinding into her crotch, wet with her excitement, a soft spurt of seed jetting deep into her body before dripping out of her tunnel, her body clenching tighter as she grew quiet. His throbs increased in intensity, ropes of his thick wolf spunk flowing out into her body, the soft ripple of her walls returning as she milked his shaft of its cum. He could feel her fingers dig harder into his skin, leaving pricks of pain behind as she panted out, the soft roll of his hips up into her making her quiver for a moment, a heftier rope of seed forcing itself past her barrier, making the female cry in pleasure as she lifted off him.
His shaft popped out of her folds, throbbing against her as his seed jetted out onto the stone floor below, his chest rising and falling as she purr against him, resting her folds against his length, gently rubbing her fingers gingerly along his sides, one hand of hers reaching to feel his sack of its contents, rolling those orbs between her fingers as the last of his seed dripped from his tip. He finally gave up, his head rolling against his chest in exhaustion, the feline looking up at him before tsk'ing, lifting up off him as she lowered herself to the ground, stepping around the small pool of seed beneath his footpaws, moving to the door without another word. He saw the shade covering the door lift away, filling the room with light again, the same yellow and grey feline from before turning to leave with her clothing in one arm, the soft drip of seed from her folds leaving a trail where she walked.
Soon the door opened, and she left, the door slowly swinging shut again as he hung there in silence, his mind addled with lust and confusion and tiredness, his eyes slowly closing as he swung slowly, head lolling to his chest as he passed out, his shaft returning to his sheath, only the musk in the air and the mess made to him and the floor being the signs of what had happened to him. The cover returned to the door, cutting off the light to the room, leaving the wolf to hang and dream of a better place where he wanted the sex slave to some mad feline woman.
Too bad things weren't going to get any better the next morning.