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Terramagica Chapter 01 (Cold Heat) Written by Leo_Todrius Supported by my Patrons

It was barely seven in the morning and already the sun had risen high enough to shower the city with its warm, golden rays. The light spilled through the elvish skyscrapers, sparkled over the dwarvish industrial district and reached all the way to the waterfront. It was going to be a hot day without doubt, though the breezes coming off of the bay were usually a relief. A small yawn escaped the lips of a young elf as he shut the door to his apartment and stepped out onto the street.

The elf's blond hair was a bit shaggy, though his pointed ears stuck out through his bed-headed mane. Despite the likely warm temperature, he wore his trusty red sweatshirt and blue jeans. His grandmother had always joked that her grandson had been cursed by an ice spirit, always cold no matter the temperature. Ori had to admit, sometimes he wondered if that was the case. He moved down the street, checking his watch before glowering. He hated Daylight Guardian's Time. It cost him sleep and it wasn't as if there were still shadowvales to chase away in the morning anyway. It was an outdated concept that personally inconvenienced him.

Ori walked down the street, his stomach rumbling a bit. He felt lucky that it was only a few blocks to walk to work each day, though he lived at the very edge of a bad neighborhood. The old brick buildings had once been factories, warehouses, treasure troves of magical and mechanical innovation. In the last eighty years they'd fallen into disuse and disrepair, or worse. Rent was cheap, though, and it was something Ori could afford on his modest salary. One had to make their way through life however they could.

Far up ahead, on the last city block before the waterfront plaza, Ori could see his destination. It was a small three story brick building, the first floor of which was a shop of magical delights - The Terramagica. The front and side of the shop were floor to ceiling enchanted glass, offering protection for the shop while still giving an amazing view of the bay. Artifacts, trinkets, potions and baubles lined the windows and drew in patrons from around the city - during tourist season, at least.

Ori had made it almost half way when something caught the corner of his eye. The early morning light was shining off of the chrome of an old battered motorcycle sitting in front of the neighborhood bar, The Lumberjack. Ori had seen that bike many times in the evening on the way home, in fact he'd kept his green eyes peeled for it - or rather its owner. Ori blushed a bit despite himself, trying to sweep the untoward emotions away as he headed to work. Still, it was enough of a distraction that he didn't see the massive shadow lunging out of the alley until it was too late.

The thin, young elf was pushed back into the coarse brick wall, a glint of light playing off of a sharp blade as it came up to his throat. A broad, calloused hand pressed to his chest, so large it spanned from one of his nipples to the other. The hand, and the blade belonged to the grizzled Orc looking at Ori with angry, violet eyes. He exhaled a foul breath through his sharpened teeth and his thick tusks, one of which had been capped with a bit of gold after being broken off during a fight.

"Give me all you got... and don't make a move." The Orc growled. Ori looked up in stark terror, not only due to the peril he faced but also the fact that he couldn't afford to be robbed. He was already behind a month on rent.

"How can he give you what he has if he can't move?" Another voice questioned with a mix of suave smoothness and strained judgement. Both Ori and the Orc diverted their gaze to the young man that had emerged from the bar.

The interloper was six foot two, showing signs he had once been as skinny as Ori before bulking up a bit. His torn black tank top showed off his robust shoulders, though it was a bit small and rode up, revealing a trail of fur running down along his navel. An unnatural amount of hair coated the young man's chest and arms, a short brown mohawk flanked on either side by shorter, thicker rust colored hair. There was no differentiation between the hair on his head to the thick, wily mutton chops that covered his cheeks. His ears were longer and pointier than Ori's, sporting three golden rings on the back and a large black spacer at the base of each ear. The aesthetic matched the spiked black and gold bracelet he wore and the studs in his belt.

"This doesn't concern you, dog." The orc growled. The stranger cracked a grin, betraying his sharpened fangs.

"You do know how territorial werewolves are, don't you Brin?" he asked. The orc gritted his sharpened teeth, looking from the wolf back to the elf, then back to the wolf.

"You want his money?" Brin asked, seemingly hesitant to take on a member of the local pack. His resolve was fading, especially since his potential victim now knew his name. The werewolf, however, looked offended.

"You think I want his money? The kid can barely afford a sandwich... No, I want you to remember your place, Brin. The Green Grubbers don't go past the wharf. This whole area is mine, and not just during the night. If you're pulling this shit during the day, we're going to have to up our patrols. Now get out of here before I'm forced to do something we'll both regret." the wolf grinned, almost daring the orc. Brin gritted his teeth again before he grunted and pulled his hand back. Ori dropped nearly two feet to the sidewalk, panting a bit as he turned and watched the orc wandering away, disappearing back down the alley he had emerged from. Ori looked back at the werewolf, at the owner of the bike, at the man he'd been admiring from afar.

"Thank you... I owe you." Ori whispered. The wolf grinned a bit.

"I think you just might. You work in that shop down the street, right?" the werewolf asked, straightening his spiked bracelet on his wrist, his black fingernails standing out as he did so. Ori blushed and nodded.

"Y-Yeah, the Terramagica. I've seen you around here too, at night." Ori admitted. The werewolf grinned a little more at that.

"You been keepin' an eye on me, kid? I better watch out. Us wolves are supposed to be stealthy." he grinned.

"I won't tell anyone." Ori smiled. The wolf grinned a bit more.

"Even better. It's good to have friends that know where their priorities are. What's your name?" he asked, leaning back a bit. The change in posture made it hard for Ori to avoid looking at the big bulge in the werewolf's black jeans. The elf swallowed, forcing himself to recall the question he'd been asked - his name.

"Oriron Errion, but everyone calls me Ori." he answered. The wolf whistled a bit, moving to mount his bike.

"Now that's a name. What are you doing in this neck of the woods with a name like that?" he asked. Ori blushed a little more.

"I... Well, I mean my parents... it's a long story. But I don't know your name." Ori said, not wanting to miss the opportunity. The wolf considered for a moment.

"My name's Mahno... and you owe me a sandwich, Ori." the werewolf said before he kicked his bike into gear. The metal body shimmered with an enchantment as magic and technology mingled before the vehicle began to hum and growl.

"It's a date." Ori said. The werewolf grinned, his amber eyes gleaming a bit at that before he pushed off from the curb and sailed down the road, heading to the end of the street before turning onto the road that ran along the waterfront. Ori watched him go, loving the way the early morning light kissed his red sideburns or the breeze ruffled his brown mohawk. The elf sighed wistfully before realizing that his would-be protector had just left. With a quick glance around at his surroundings, he picked up the pace and took a light jog the rest of the way to work.

****

The old brass bell jingled as Ori slipped into the shop, the cool bay breeze outside replaced with the more stagnant air trapped inside. It was a unique aroma, blending old parchment and leather with hints of forgotten spices and potions. There was a bit of a tang in the air, made all the more intense when the Terramagica's owner was present. Ori looked up and gasped slightly, seeing the wise and bearded face of Sagen Teklic, the wizard and proprietor of the shop.

"Oriron... You are late." Sagen murmured, giving the elf a lingering gaze before he went back to stacking bottles of various enchantments onto the display case behind the register. Some of the bottles sold like hotcakes, others hadn't been touched in eighty years.

"I'm sorry, I got held up." Ori murmured before realizing how literal his excuse was. Still, Sagen wasn't the type to hold grudges once attention was brought to them. Ori looked around before noticing there were still some fall leaves on the floor of the shop, as well as a few discarded wrappers. Ori grimaced, "Draeth got distracted again, didn't he?"

"It seems an affliction common to all of my employees... as well as their employer." The wizard said with a soft smile. His long brown beard had started to go grey in a stripe down the center, matching the bony satyr horns that curved up from his temple and curved around his pointed ears. His hooves shifted ever so slightly on the step stool as he stacked the last few bottles into place.

"Do we have any reservations today?" Ori asked, grabbing the broom to sweep up. The wizard let out a long, labored sigh.

"No, not yet... There was some interest for a divination, but they changed their mind after Alderbrook put out that new Future Forecast app. As if some computer coding can read the oracle better than I, master of ancient mysteries and warden of the darkest chaos..." Sagen murmured, stepping down off of the stepstool. He waved a hand, the golden rings on his fingers flashing as the step stool folded itself and slipped into a nook in the corner.

"Well, I'm sure we'll get a few visitors today." Ori smiled. The wizard gave a soft, fond smile as he looked at his employee.

"I am sure you'll get a visitor today... I believe I will retire to my study and try to complete the batch of Gorgon's Aperitif I've been working on. It seems to sell well." Sagen sighed. Ori shrugged a bit.

"Who doesn't want to be rock hard when love is in the air?" Ori asked. The satyr tried to feign disgust at the idea, but it was too hard to ignore his roots. As he headed for the stairs, his faun tail wagged from where it stuck out of his robes.

Ori watched his employer ascend to the second floor while he finished sweeping up. He tried to dump them into the garbage can, only to find that it was already full. Ori groaned. "Did Draeth do anything last night?" he muttered to himself. The elf went about getting the shop presentable, bagging the garbage up and taking it out before returning to do some dusting. All the while, he kept glancing up and gazing out of the window, dreaming about his encounter with a werewolf coming to his rescue. It was enough to keep a smile on his lips even as he did the most tedious work.

****

The deep, rumbling growl of the motorcycle echoed off of the walls of the alley as Mahno turned off of the main street. Breim was a completely different city during the day... At night it was like it was hiding from responsibilities, trying to hold back the coming dawn, but in the morning... it was more like it was brimming with possibilities. It was a little early to say, but Mahno was starting to feel like he could be a morning wolf after all - but it truly was too early to say.

A flash of red light shot across the alley, sparking violently as the front wheel of Mahno's bike hit it. The tire burst and the body shuddered as its protection spell was overpowered. The motorcycle skidded over to the side and Mahno went tumbling, the asphalt chewing into his shoulder. The wolf growled, bearing his fangs as his yellow eyes flashed and he looked up and around. A shadow fell across the werewolf, then a second and a third in short order.

"That the dog that sassed you, Brin?" one of the larger shadows asked. Mahno looked up to see all seven and a half feet of green marble, the orc's head shaved but a huge, bushy black beard hanging down to his chest. A ring so thick it filled both nostrils hung from his already large nose.

"Yeah, that's him. Said he didn't want to see me this side of the wharf." Brin grinned. The third orc growled, stepping forward, his brown beard braided into a long cord that hung down to his waist.

"Bad boy... Someone should teach this dog a lesson, not to take a dump on someone else's property." the orc grinned. Mahno pushed himself up, his black fingernails stretching out into claws. His back arched as his brown mohawk began creeping down his spine, his rusty sideburns spreading out into orange fur. Bones snapped, ligaments popped, his face began pushing out into a muzzle. His black tank top stretched to its limit as fur rushed over a growing chest, a thickening stomach and a broadening back.

A pop came from Mahno's belt, the clasp apparently magnetic. As it released, his zipper dropped down, allowing the pants to get pushed free as the werewolf's ass stretched wider, his hips widened and his legs thickened. The sound of velcro tearing came from his sneakers as his already large feet with black toenails stretched into paws, the nails elongating to claws in seconds. A thick, bushy rusty red tail flung up from behind Mahno's furry ass, the tip with just a hint of white in it. Rather than being afraid, the orcs actually started to chuckle.

"The freak isn't even a full wolf, he's part fox!" One of them snorted. The newly released rust colored werewolf growled, his fangs so large that the top and bottom interlocked like teeth of a zipper. He charged and lunged, his claws swiping at the much larger targets. The biggest orc was knocked back a few steps, but his hand balled into a fist and struck like a wrecking ball, hitting Mahno's ribs. The wolf went spiraling, slamming into the side of a dumpster. Brin went in next, tackling the furry punk, landing three punches and a knee to the stomach.

The alley filled with yelps, barks, grunts and growls. Mahno thrashed and surged, moving with the fluid grace of a part-animal, part person. The orcs were forces of nature built out of inertia, strength and resilience. Blood splattered the asphalt, bones cracked, claws slashed. It was a brutal exchange, but life on the streets never came easy.

****

The bright day had turned into an even brighter afternoon. The light outside was almost blinding, dipping into hues of gold and citrine as the hours ticked by. Ori sat behind the cash register, reading a book about Breim's history and how it had come to be the capitol of Zago. He'd read almost eight chapters since starting his shift. There hadn't been a single interruption all morning, other than a few ominous thuds from upstairs as Sagen accidently petrified his cats before restoring them soon after.

When the brass bell jangled, Ori jumped to his feet to assist his new customer, but a look of shock crossed his face. Mahno stood in the doorway, his eyebrow cut, his chin bruised, gashes and discolorations covering his shoulders and chest. Ori's jaw dropped before he moved over, wrapping an arm gently around Mahno's waist, trying to guide him over to a bench that sat along the wall.

"What happened?!" Ori asked. Mahno grimaced a bit, not just from the pain but having to rely on Ori's support as well. Upon reaching the bench, he lowered himself down and exhaled a bit. Despite his injuries, Mahno forced one of his trademark grins.

"Orcs have thick skulls, sometimes you have to teach them a lesson more than once." he replied before closing one eye, hissing as the cut to his ribs throbbed. Ori rushed back behind the register, his eyes scanning before he grabbed three different glass bottles. Two were recent replacements, but one was in a vintage glass bottle flared with embellishments that collected dust easily.

"I owe you more than a sandwich if you had to defend my honor to those brutes twice." Ori muttered, sitting down next to Mahno on the bench, "Take off your shirt." the elf said commandingly. Mahno's lips fluttered into a smile.

"I like a man that knows what he wants." Mahno said with a slight pur. Ori's brow furrowed at that.

"It is so I can treat you..." Ori clarified.

"A wolf can dream." Mahno countered, wincing and breathing hard as he obeyed. The torn, battered tank top was slipped off, revealing the full extent of the werewolf's injuries. Ori bit into the cork on one of the bottles and pulled the stopper out, tipping the contents into his left hand. Mercurial silver liquid spilled out, shimmering and sparkling in the light. Ori set the bottle down before he worked the potion back and forth between his two hands, trying to warm it up as much as he could before he started to massage it onto one of Mahno's wounds.

The werewolf yelped and winced, recoiling for a split second until the pain unceremoniously ceased. He slowly relaxed and leaned back into the elf's hands, letting him continue his efforts. Mahno watched Ori wordlessly as he went from wound to wound. The silvery potion slowly soaked into the skin, eating away at the discolored bruises and marks, leaving just the gashes in the broken skin. Ori worked his way upwards, from Mahno's waist to his chest, then his neck. As he reached for his eyebrow, Mahno shook his head.

"Leave that one... A memento." Mahno said softly.

"You're sure? It might leave a scar." Ori whispered. Mahno smiled.

"If it does, I'll always remember it was for me defending your honor..." Mahno said. Ori blushed a bit at that, his eyes diverting away. Mahno reached up, taking Ori's chin, turning his head back to face him, "And it'll remind me of when I stole it." he added before he leaned in for a kiss.

In a single moment, Ori felt like his life finally had meaning. His heart exploded with potential, his brain sizzled with surprise and anticipation... and his cock stiffened, almost as hard as those that used his boss's Gorgon Aperitif. The elf let his lips stay right where they were, pressed against the werewolf's... but Mahno wanted more. His tongue darted across Ori's lips before dipping in just a little. Ori inhaled instinctively, hanging there for a moment before his green eyes slowly opened, gazing into the yellow eyes that looked right back.

"That was... perfect." Ori said softly. Mahno grinned, reaching to rest a hand on the elf's erection, his black fingernails glistening as he gave the bulge a good squeeze.

"You think that was good, just wait until our date tonight." Mahno whispered. Ori felt so good he thought he might be sick.

"Our date tonight?" Ori repeated. Mahno grinned.

"Yeah, when you get off work... I'll help you get off." Mahno whispered back. Ori let out a moan. Mahno grinned wide and leaned in, kissing the elf's neck, pushing his hood down to expose more flesh. He licked and kissed the skin before he started to suck on it. Ori moaned louder, the sound only encouraging the werewolf. He pushed himself up and sidled forward, coming down to straddle the elf. Their bulges pressed together and Ori felt just how big Mahno was... big wasn't even a good word for it. The wolf was huge.

Mahno started to hump and grind on Ori, sucking the elf's neck until blood welled to the surface, marking him. Mahno let up on the pressure, exchanging it for tender kisses to the burgundy blotch he'd left on Ori's pale skin. Each kiss renewed the painful, pleasurable sting that the hickey had in its creation, but it also felt like a salve.

"I..." Ori muttered, intending to say something about needing to stop, about the possibility of customers, but... Sagen had seen as much. Ori was the one that was going to have a visitor. He moaned softly before he leaned into Mahno and came down, kissing and then sucking the werewolf's neck in turn. Mahno growled and moaned in surprise, grabbing onto the elf's messy blond hair, holding him tighter.

"Fuck yes... Do it, be the bad boy." Mahno growled. Ori moaned harder, smashing his face into the werewolf's neck. He smelled so manly, tinged with sweat and blood and musk, the smell of a street punk, a werewolf, a bad beast that lived for carnal reasons. Ori sucked harder before his blunt teeth pressed into the skin. Mahno huffed and puffed with breath, reaching down, unzipping Ori's jeans.

In moments the elf's cock was extracted, oddly cool to the touch for as hard as it was. Mahno's manhood had gotten harder and harder, swelling longer and thicker until the tight black jeans couldn't contain it anymore. The magnetic belt clasp released, the zipper splayed open and his fat, long, thick wolf cock arched out.

Ori's heart raced, knowing they could be caught any moment, but Mahno scooted closer, humping the elf, grinding cock to cock. Ori shuddered, his heart racing faster than a humming-caw's six wings. Mahno bore his fangs as his mohawk started to grow longer down the back of his neck, his muscled ass cheeks thickening and ballooning thicker, pulling apart as a nub of flesh struggled and wriggled outward, blossoming with thick red fur and a white tip.

"Don't stop..." Mahno pleaded, caressing the back of Ori's head, "Give me polkadots, give me every hickey you can. Mark me as yours, make me your territory... I'll be your guard dog, I'll be your best friend..." Mahno begged. Ori panted hard, nipping at another spot on the werewolf's neck.

"Be my boyfriend, be my lover... Be my bad influence." Ori whispered, sweat beading across his face as he went in, sucking and biting harder. Mahno moaned out loud before howling some, his fingernails stretching out into claws.

"I'm yours! I'm your bad influence. I'm your boyfriend!" Mahno groaned. Hearing those words, Ori shuddered hard, biting and sucking the werewolf's neck, humping like mad, unable to stop himself. He gasped, his eyes squeezing shut as he came, his cock erupting with silky sheets of elf cum that splattered across Mahno's hairy stomach in silvery sheets. Ori tried to pull back, but Mahno grabbed onto his ass with a clawed hand and pulled him in tight.

The two pressed, the elf cum smearing between them, staining Ori's red sweatshirt and soaking into his blond bush. Mahno shifted just a little, sliding his huge wolf cock up under the rim of Ori's sweatshirt before he grinned lewdly and promptly came. A hot, wet, thick spurt of yellow werewolf spunk shot up across Ori's chest, soaking through his t-shirt instantly before saturating his sweatshirt. Mahno came again... and again... and again. Ori froze, his eyes rolled into the back of his head.

Ori felt the hot jizz pouring down his nipples, his stomach, running down between his legs and soaking his balls. He smelled it in the depths of his lungs. It was such an amazing scent, so primal and animal and manly at the same time. It was unmistakable. He was a werewolf's boyfriend now, marked by a member of the pack. Ori lifted his head from Mahno's neck, looking at the werewolf before he leaned in and kissed him. Mahno murmured, his tongue invading the elf's mouth, plunging back and forth, in and out, faster and deeper.

The werewolf clung onto his new partner, soaking him with more cum than any reasonable person would even dream of doing in public, but neither cared. Ori sucked on Mahno's tongue before meeting it with his own, the two embracing and surrendering themselves to one another. Despite coming from different backgrounds, nothing could tear them apart now. They were connected, they were bound, and they were most certainly kinky enough for one another.

Dribbles of werewolf cum splattered down onto the floor, gushing out a little faster as Mahno gave Ori a few more humps. His clawed hand reached up to caress the elf's pointed ear. The werewolf grinned a little, imagining all the ways he could be a bad influence on that sweet little elf and how much fun Ori would have being corrupted. Mahno slowly pulled back from the kiss, looked into the elf's eyes and then lowered his head.

Ori was confused at first what was happening, but he gasped as he felt hot lips and sharp teeth gliding along his sensitive cock. Mahno switched to all fours, bobbing his head up and down, sucking the cum off of Ori's cock, coaxing the last few drops. As he went at it, more fur bristled from his back, his chest, his shoulders and his arms. His spine lengthened, his tail thickened, his pants slipped down as everything grew.

The elf's eyes widened in shock as Mahno's mouth grew longer around his cock, stretching into a full muzzle. In moments Mahno looked like a feral fox beast, almost three hundred pounds of muscle and fur, as comfortable on all fours as bipedal. Mahno licked Ori's cock clean, then his balls, then his legs... but there was no getting the cum out of his sweatshirt. It would always smell like him, like Ori's werewolf boyfriend. Mahno growled happily at the thought of that, his wolf cock letting out one last jet of cum just from imagining it. Ori sighed wistfully, knowing if he died in that moment, he'd die a happy elf.

****

Whoever had invented the adage that time flew when one had fun must have come from Breim, at least as far as Ori was concerned. The rest of his shift had flown by. The sun had set into the sea, the sky darkening from blue to brown to orange as the city's light pollution illuminated the clouds rolling in from the ocean. The street lanterns had snapped on, energy spheres pulsating with golden light. A few chimes came as a street car rolled by outside, rolling to a stop to wait for traffic.

Two purple headlights spilled out across the street car as a souped up truck came around the corner, huge tires gripping the warm asphalt before it turned into the small alley beside the Terramagica. There was barely enough room for the door to open, let alone for the occupant to get out, but somehow the driver managed.

Two heavy combat boots with metal spikes dropped down to the ground, hugging sturdy meaty legs. The legs rose up into baggy camouflage pants with pockets to spare, contrasting with the black denim vest he wore. The twenty six year old human filled the vest out pretty fully, his tattoos arms a mix of muscle and fat. He strode with confidence out of the alley, heading up the sidewalk and to the front door, his face briefly reflecting in the glass.

Draeth Mazra was the Terramagica's night clerk, descended from bards chronicling the history of Breim back centuries. His brown hair hung down to the nape of his neck and a dusting of stubble verged on the border of becoming a beard, caught in the liminal space of chronic neglect and temporary moments of self interest. Draeth flung the door open, issuing the jingle of the brass bell he'd come to know so well. He took a step inside, puffed out his chest and cracked a grin.

"You can rest easy, Ori, I have arrived!" Draeth proclaimed, though his grand entrance fell on deaf ears. The elf was, for once, not behind the register. Draeth's brow furrowed in confusion as he looked around and then paused, "Oriron?" he called out. There was a thump from the dressing room down the hall before Ori stumbled out, his cheeks blushing furiously. Draeth looked even more confused, "What are you doing in there, kid? And... where's the bench?" the bard asked.

Ori moved out quickly, heading back behind the register to grab his things. Draeth looked back up as someone else stepped out of the dressing room, a rather rough and tumble looking werewolf... whose neck was marked with more spots than a cheetah. Draeth's pierced eyebrow rose into a surprised arch before he cracked a grin. It was almost too exciting to suppress. He grinned wider and wider.

"Oh my gods... Ori?" Draeth asked in shock, looking back at the werewolf. Mahno just gave the human a polite smile. Ori, however, wasn't making eye contact with his co-worker.

"There's not much to do. I emptied the cans, I rotated the stock, but a new load of leather jackets came in from Razorback's Rags... They need to be tagged." Ori said. Draeth swept in behind his compatriot.

"I think you did a lot more than that, my friend!" Draeth said. Mahno gave Draeth a grin and put his hand on Ori's back before slipping it down, giving his boyfriend's ass a squeeze. Ori yelped and blushed even more.

"Have a good shift!" He squeaked before all but rushing out of the store. Mahno flung Ori's red sweatshirt up over his shoulder, holding it by the hood over his chest before he followed after. Draeth's jaw dropped in shock, realizing that had been the first time in five years he'd seen Ori without that old red sweatshirt on... Draeth grinned a bit, feeling proud of his elf buddy at finally becoming a man.

The large human looked around before he moved behind the register and sat down in the chair, putting one big boot up on the counter and then the other. He looped his arms behind his head and leaned back, ready to enjoy a few hours of getting paid to do next to nothing. He sighed happily and closed his eyes, though he let out a soft groan as the bell jangled. Draeth put his feet back down and sat upright.

"Welcome to Terramagica, what can I do... for... you?" Draeth asked, his eyes widening in shock as he saw who his customer really was.

**** Despite living in the same neighborhood since he was thirteen years old, Oriron had never been inside the Lumberjack's bar. He had to admit, it felt pretty cozy. The old brick walls had a lot of personality. The tables were carved out of stone so only the dedicated had managed to carve names or messages into the rock surface. Webs of small sparkling dew drop lights covered the ceiling and small canning jars held tiny glowing spheres of energy, giving the place a good atmosphere. Ori bowed his head in thanks to the bartender before crossing back to the booth, hugging his arms as he shivered a bit. Mahno looked up with concern as his boyfriend approached.

"Are you cold? Sit with me, I'll keep you warm." Mahno said, scooting over. Ori smiled and sat down on the plush seat, surprised as Mahno turned and moved to straddle him, sitting on his lap. Mahno ground down against his boyfriend's crotch, causing Ori to moan outloud and then blus furiously.

"We'll get caught!" He whispered. Mahno chuckled.

"I thought that fear turned you on, but no one's going to care here. This is where our pack does initiations, and the dwarves are pretty friendly with one another too." Mahno whispered. Ori moaned, getting rock hard again, panting softly.

"But I thought... our... our date... sandwiches..." Ori moaned. Mahno closed his eyes and moaned softly.

"I just want to ride your cock, babe." Mahno whispered. Ori's eyes snapped wide open at that, repeating in his head what he'd just heard.

"You want to ride mine? I thought... Well, I assumed... Really?" he asked. Mahno grinned, turning around to face Ori, knees on either side of the elf's hips. He wrapped his arms over Ori's shoulders and leaned in until they were chin to chin.

"I'll do whatever you want, my love. I'm flexible in more ways than one, but by the end of this, I know there's only one sexy beast I want claiming my ass, and it's you." Mahno whispered. Ori flushed sharply.

"I think I'm feeling warmer." he whispered. Mahno grinned and kissed Ori again, tilting his head for better access. Ori reached up, tangling his fingers in the werewolf's thick, bushy, rust colored sideburn. Mahno's kisses got lewder and lewder until he broke the embrace and panted, looking around.

"I think you're right..." he said after a moment, "I don't want to share this, at least not our first time. Later, sure... I'll let you fuck me right here in the bar while we drink beer and tell tales of all the naughty things we're going to do together, but first... I want this to be your night." Mahno said before reluctantly slipping off of Ori's lap, offering his boyfriend his hand. Ori took it, his fingers interlacing with Mahno's, admiring just how tan his skin was and just how black his fingernails were.

Mahno led Ori to the spiral wrought iron staircase in the back corner of the bar, trotting up the loops, leading Ori out of the bar, past a floor lined with apartments on either side before finally coming up to the roof level. Mahno opened the heavy metal door and stepped out, bringing Ori right behind him. Ori's feet sunk into the gravel that covered the roof, but his eyes drank in everything around them with a bit of wonder.

The flat space had been converted some time ago, keeping a rough gravel path down the center, but turning the sides into an alternating checkerboard of sand zen gardens and patio pieces with outdoor furniture. The building was just tall enough to give a mostly unobstructed view of the waterfront. The waters glinted in the evening air, the quarter moon hanging in the sky, peeking out from between the orange clouds.

"What are you like during a full moon?" Ori asked. Mahno reached down and popped his belt buckle, splitting open his zipper before his fat, full, foot long wolf cock slipped free, throbbing and aching with need, his furry balls slipping loose just below them. Mahno gave himself a stroke.

"This thing turns into a real monster... I'm a grower and a shower." Mahno grinned. Ori moaned at that, although he blushed a little.

"You are amazing, more than amazing. I mean, I've been watching you for a while... I even jacked off a few times, imagining you. But why me? Why... do you like me?" Ori asked, starting to hug himself again as the breeze brought more of a chill to his bones. Mahno looked a bit surprised at that, his yellow eyes widening in concern. He moved over and wrapped his hot arms around Oriron, clinging to him. He leaned down and kissed the elf's chin, then his lips, then the tip of his nose.

"Don't tell me you don't know the stories... Kaen the dryad, whose sap was drying up, who couldn't afford the nectar of the Kaji blossom... only to find it on his doorstep one evening as an elf fled into the night?" Mahno asked. Ori looked away. The werewolf leaned to kiss Ori's cheek and then his ear, "Jaeldahric the merman, who had been cursed to dry land... given the charm of the violet sea by a mysterious stranger." Mahno added before leaning down to kiss Ori's collar bone, then to nuzzle his sternum, "Or Mahno the street wolf who came in battered and broken and got a healing massage from a very brave elf with no fear of a wounded animal..." Mahno whispered.

"It's... what anyone would have done." Oriron moaned, loving the kisses his boyfriend was peppering him with. Mahno rested his chin between Ori's nipples and looked up at him.

"It isn't. No one would do that, no one does, no one except you. You keep hope in this neighborhood, and you saved a bunch of my pack mates. Plus you're pretty sexy. I've watched that ass walking home more than a few times, and now you're mine." Mahno grinned. Ori sniffed softly, holding onto Mahno before he stroked his mutton chop and guided his head back to level so they could look eye to eye.

"If we'd met when we were younger, would you have turned me?" Ori asked. Mahno grinned at that and nodded.

"Hell yes... We would have been the models of puppy love. You'd be my pack mate and you'd go to bed with your cock in my ass every night." Mahno growled. Ori leaned closer, giving the werewolf the faintest of kisses on the lips.

"Turn me now. Make me yours forever..." Ori begged softly. Mahno looked at the elf before reaching to rub his bare cheek.

"You already are mine forever... and I am yours." Mahno whispered. Ori closed his eyes and leaned close.

"Then corrupt me, you big bad wolf." Ori whispered back. Mahno closed his eyes, a deep and satisfied growl rising out of his chest. His eyes opened, gleaming a bright yellow as he bore his fangs, surged forward, and bit down into Oriron's shoulder. The fangs broke the pale flesh, the copper tanged tinge of blood marking the street punk's mouth. Ori gasped and threw his head back, feeling the curse tingling and spreading through his body. He moaned, panting and then let out a modest, amateur howl as his perfect teeth began to reshape, his canines extending longer and sharper. His green eyes turned lime and then gold, flashing brightly.

Mahno's hands tore open his boyfriend's pants, wrapping around his hard cock. As he began to lift his fingers up and down, appreciating the length, he could already feel it swelling longer and thicker, stretching beneath his movements, engorging itself. The elf's pristine cock darkened as more and more blood rushed into it, turning from ivory to tan to almost red. The mushroom shaped tip began to strain, reshaping. The round and blunt head stretched out and curved, taking on a pointed tip as the urethra expanded.

The werewolf's free hand dipped down, cupping Oriron's balls as they sprouted over with a downy coating of blond fur that got thicker and softer by the second. Ori continued to moan and pant as his already pointed ears began to ache and throb, stretching longer and longer, pushing out well past his messy blond hair, coming to a wicked and dramatic point. His clear fingernails turned milky and then the color of agate, stretching out into claws as they sunk deeper into his fingers, anchoring.

Mahno moved, biting onto Ori's t-shirt with his teeth, thrashing one way and then the other until the fabric tore open. He leaned back and beheld the beauteous sight as soft snow white hairs pushed out across the elf's chest as his nipples grew larger and heavier. Mahno began to lap and lick and slurp as Ori got a patch of chest fur, fur that trickled down across his stomach before plunging into the thick forest of fur around his groin. Ori howled again, his teeth sharpening into fangs, his tongue growing bigger and longer before it hung out of his mouth.

The two were so involved with their exchanges that they hadn't realized how close Ori had gotten to one of the zen gardens. His heel hit the edge of the cement, his center of gravity shifted just a bit too far and he toppled backwards, landing in the sand. Mahno came crashing down on top of him, but he didn't spare a moment. He scooted up along Ori's body, lifting his ass up just long enough to reorient, and then he came spiking down to impale himself on the elf's mutating canine cock.

Ori's back arched, his golden eyes squeezed shut. Clawed hands grabbed onto the punk's hips and he started to push and pull Mahno up and down. The werewolf was only too eager to help, rising up and dropping down, feeling Ori's cock growing longer and fuller and fatter by the second. The two grunted and groaned, Ori's toenails stretching into claws, his ass cheeks pushing apart as a soft white tail began to emerge, stretching outward, growing larger by the second.

Mahno's head lolled back in pleasure as he clenched and unclenched his ass around the member filling him, massaging it from base to tip, feeling it grow and grow. He regretted waiting as long as he had, but he didn't regret a second since he'd stepped in to save Ori. They were perfect together. Mahno growled hard, his sideburns getting thicker, his shoulders broadening, his chest thickening. His body got heavier as more traits exaggerated themselves before suddenly fur bristled, flesh stretched, and Mahno's face shifted.

Ori gasped as the man he was fucking became a beast, doubling in body weight and looking far from human. His brown mohawk was taller and longer, running down his back. His fuzzy, furry cheeks were wild, his pierced and pointed ears were bigger, his cock was huge, resting across Ori's stomach, his chest... so close to his chin. Mahno was the biggest boy that Ori had ever seen or even imagined. Ori licked his lips before he did a crunch, leaning forward, taking the wolf's cock into his mouth.

Mahno was caught off guard, unable to hold himself back. He let out a howl that filled the neighborhood, echoing beneath the quarter moon. Ori's cheeks suddenly bulged with an onslaught of wolf cum, but the elf began to greedily drink the sticky, thick load. As he did, his face began to grow warmer, the bones popping and muscles shifting as his jaw pushed out forward, his nose following. His fine, elfin features shifted as his muzzle grew in, his browbone getting thicker. The color bleached from his blond hair as white fur covered his face, his neck, his shoulders and chest.

The fur wrapped around his arms and legs like a blanket, erupting from his skin. His tail got thicker, his balls hung lower, his paws doubled in size. His ribs pushed apart, his pecs fattened up, his stomach got shredded. Every part of him expanded, including the colossal cock embedded deep into Mahno's sloppy werewolf ass. Every last trace of Oriron disappeared as he turned into the huge white wolf, the rusty red wolf riding his member and pumping his throat full of wolf spunk.

Ori drank his boyfriend's jizz greedily, letting it fill and nourish his stomach. He felt so much more alive as a wolf, so much more powerful. He was no elvish pipsqueak, he was a monster that was ready to claim his lover. Each thrust of his cock was getting tougher, the base of Ori's wolfhood swelling. He was running out of time and had to make a decision. With one last, powerful thrust, he wedged his cock up into Mahno's ass as his knot expanded enough to trap him inside.

With a few tugs back and forth to ensure there was no coming apart, Ori ground tightly and gave himself the permission to release. His swollen wolf balls were put to work, his prostate going into overdrive before a few silky silver sheets of cum shot deep into Mahno before something far thicker and fowler began to flow. Ori guzzled from his boyfriend while filling him at the same time, the two exchanging copious amounts of corrupted, bestial canine seed. There was no going back, and neither would have even if they could. They were mated, they were partners, they were lovers and they were boyfriends. Nothing would ever take that away from them.

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The heavy growl of a motorcycle cut through the early morning air, Mahno driving down the street with Oriron sitting behind him. Ori held a bag of groceries in one hand, the other wrapped around his lover's waist. Mahno slowed to a stop as they approached the Terramagica, bringing his legs down to brace the bike and keep it aloft. He turned back to look at Ori, once more dressed in his red sweatshirt, the hood pulled up to protect him against the morning breezes.

The two looked at each other for a long, tender moment before Mahno leaned in, giving Ori a tender, closed eye kiss. Ori leaned back and returned the affection, giving the werewolf's ass one more hump as they kissed before he reluctantly slipped off of the bike, his jeans unable to hide the rather prodigious erection that seemed to take up permanent residence inside. Mahno looked Ori over from swollen feet to messier hair with a bit of pride.

"Sandwiches for lunch." Ori reminded Mahno. Mahno grinned.

"And ear piercings after dinner... You're going to look so sexy." Mahno growled, "Well, you already do." he added. Ori leaned in and gave Mahno one last kiss.

"Go get some rest, you'll need it." He whispered. Mahno moaned at that and kicked his bike back into gear, the body shimmering with golden light for a moment before he sped off. Ori watched him go before closing his eyes, taking a deep breath. It was going to be hard to work thinking about his boyfriend all day, but he had to give it a try.

Oriron turned and resumed his walk towards the shop, though as he got closer he heard the crunch of broken glass beneath his feet. He looked down, then followed the trail of destruction up to the front door of the shop. The door had been broken, the brass bell sitting on the sidewalk, bent out of shape. A minotaur police officer was there, taking notes from Sagen. Ori moved up faster, his heart beating in his chest.

"What happened?" he asked quickly before pausing, looking into the shop and then back at his employer, "Where's Draeth?" he added. The silence coming from his employer was all too telling. Draeth had been taken...