On The Scent Of An Arcanine
A wolf goes for a hike up the mountains and, when he stops for lunch outside a cave, smells an intriguing scent. But what he finds when he goes to investigate will change everything.
AN: It's been a long time since I actually wrote and released a story! Hopefully, I'm not too rusty and you can all enjoy this. It's not the story I thought I would be releasing first. There's a human X vaporeon story which was meant to be finished over a year ago and which has already been scrapped and rewritten once. Perhaps I still managed to exhaust all my bad writing in there. This story was also originally going to have a human main character but, since that won't fly on Inkbunny, I thought I'd make it a free YCH, but no one responded... I guess that's what I get for not posting regularly. Or everyone hates the ideas in this story.
High in the mountains, Jack stepped through the tree line and looked out over the forest below. He was a large, black wolf whose tongue hanging from his muzzle as he panted heavily. It had been cool in the morning when he set out on the hike but now the sun was high and the temperature had risen in tandem with it. Despite his impressive strength and stamina, Jack was growing more than a little annoyed by the weight of his backpack and the growl in his stomach. The view was a nice distraction, but he knew it was time to find a good place to stop and have something to eat.
Jack dropped his backpack to the ground with relief. It had only taken him a few minutes longer to find a nice, cool cave where he could sit and eat. There were plenty of large, smooth rocks that served as makeshift tables and chairs and the cave offered a fun diversion for after he was refreshed. He had settled and was about to take the first bite of his meal when his nose twitched. There was a strange scent in the air; unlike anything he had smelled before. He took a deeper sniff, closing his eyes as he tried to understand it. There were more notes to the scent than he had noticed before and the complex mix of fragrances was both calming and enticing. A few sniffs more and he was sure it was coming from inside the cave. His food temporarily forgotten, Jack began to head into the cave, following his nose and the siren song of the mysterious scent.
Jack ventured deeper into the cave and, the deeper he went, the stronger the scent grew until the air was thick with it. Each breath left the wolf's mind a little fuzzier... but it just felt right. It wasn't until a deep growl echoed off the walls of the cavern and saw the wolf's hackles rise up that his mind was able to shake off the effects of the scent. Jack squinted into the darkness, his legs tensed in preparation to sprint away from the danger but went weak as he saw a large arcanine prowling towards him. The striped, canine pokemon had its eyes fixed on Jack; a feat it accomplished with no difficulty as it stood just as tall as the wolf furry. Wincing, Jack dropped his gaze to the floor and folded his ears back. He didn't want to risk provoking it as he doubted he would be able to outrun or overpower it, perhaps if he were calm, he thought, it would leave him alone.
The arcanine sniffed up and down Jack, circling around the wolf as it inspected him. Due to the heat in the latter part of his hike, Jack had removed his shirt and was only wearing his shorts. He couldn't help but shiver as the pokemon's breath moved through his fur. With shock, he could even feel his shorts tightening as the arcanine's nose pressed against them. It was not arousing! He tried to think about anything else and quickly realised that the scent he had been following was coming from the arcanine. He breathed deeply, consciously focussing on the scent and almost staggered back as it overwhelmed his nose. It was earthy with a certain sharpness, a little cinnamon and, underneath, were even more complex, sweeter scents that hit his nose just right. Jack shook his head, trying to clear his mind. The scent may have been heavenly but there was still a potentially-dangerous, wild pokemon right next to him. But the growling had stopped and the softer sound that now emanated from the arcanine was strangely comforting. It no longer sounded aggressive but seemed to be inviting him to get closer. In a movement that was only barely a conscious choice, Jack moved his nose closer to the thick, warm fur of the arcanine and took another long sniff.
Jack tentatively raised a hand and touched the side of the massive dog. Its coat was warm, soft and thick enough that the black wolf's hand almost disappeared beneath the fluff. Under all that fur, Jack could feel the strong muscles of the arcanine. He moved closer, pressing his body to the larger canine as he started to run his hands all over it, resting his head against its side. With every passing moment, Jack just found it more and more relaxing; his fears and worries melting away in the soft, sweet-smelling warmth. There was a muffled thump as the arcanine sat down, a sturdy paw on Jack's shoulder pulling the wolf down with it and guiding him lower. On his hands and knees before the large dog, Jack's eyes were drawn to the plump sheath and pendulous balls seated below the beast's fluffy belly. Guided by the arcanine's paw, Jack moved his face closer, nose twitching like a bunny as he approached the source of the scent which had so occupied his mind for the previous several minutes. Jack stretched out his tongue and dragged it up along the arcanine's fuzzy sheath. He couldn't say why he did it but it just felt right to him.
Jack felt a dull glow of pleasure in his mind every time he licked the arcanine's sheath; a glow that grew more intense each time and was soon accompanied by a shiver that run down his spine. If he had been more alert, he would've noticed that things were starting to change. His coat, previously coal-black, was growing lighter, orange on his back and a creamy white on his belly. He shuffled closer as his tongue danced along the rim of the pokemon's sheath. He shuffled closer again so that he could lick deeper, getting his first taste of cock. Again and again, Jack found himself needing to crawl closer to the arcanine, not even realising that he was gradually shrinking. The transformation of his joints as his body shifted from anthro to feral went similarly unnoticed, saved for a flicker of irritation over his face as he stumbled and was temporarily separated from the source of so much bliss. The pleasurable glow was diffused throughout Jack's new, growlithe body but the arcanine was not finished shaping him. Each time Jack tasted the arcanine's sheath and balls, his own male genitals shrunk a little further. Lap, lap, lap. Shrink, shrink, shrink. Finally, his own cock and balls pulled inside entirely to form a perfect, canine spade. The magical glow now started to shrink, growing in intensity to become a burning need centred on Jack's new, dripping cunny. Finally, Jack broke from her stupor and, once she had shaken her head and cleared her mind, looked up to see the arcanine staring at her with a wide, predatory grin.
The shock of her transformation had broken the scent's hold over Jack. Now her mind was racing to catch up. What was the strange taste in her mouth? Why did everything look and feel so different? Was she smaller? What was that heat in her body? What was her body!? She was a wolf! A male wolf, not a growlithe bitch! Jack stumbled back, dizzy from the rush of questions and scared of the arcanine's intent. It felt like hours but, in reality, it was only seconds, before her mind and body were able to come to an accord; she had to get out of there! Despite the complete change in her body, everything felt completely natural as the former-wolf-turned-growlithe, turned tail and sprinted out the cave as fast as she could. She ran down the hiking trail, into the forest and darted between the trees and through the bushes as she tried and throw off the arcanine which she was sure would pursue her.
There was a rush of shadow above her as the arcanine leapt over her and span around, his large paws kicking up dirt from the path. Jack trembled as the massive, canine pokemon slowly advanced on her. The wolf side was desperately screaming at her to run but her new body was holding its tail up in a tight curl, aching to be under him. Her wolf side won out and she darted towards the dense bushes on the side of the path. She had barely got two paces before she felt the arcanine's jaws close around her scruff and drag her back.
The arcanine circled her, offering no further opportunities to escape. From her lowered position, Jack could easily see the male's tip poking from his sheath; the deep, pinkish-red contrasted against his cream belly and left her no doubt as to his intentions. Fighting her own, new body, she managed to bring her tail down, curling it between her hind legs and squeezing them tightly together. The fluffy barrier was little more than a psychological barrier as the larger dog could easily overpower his unevolved form. However, he had no interest in doing so; he already knew he could get what he wanted and was in no rush. Jack was so focussed on watching the arcanine's jaws that she was caught completely off guard as the arcanine cut his circle short, stepped over her and brushed his sheath across her face. Frozen in shock, she didn't even pull back as it pressed against her muzzle, warm and fuzzy. It wasn't until the dull thud of his balls on her cheek that she returned to her senses but, by then, he was already circling her again. Why did that feel so good though? Her nose tingled, there was a warm, alluring spice in the air that only served to fuel the heat deep within her body. She was just as unprepared the second time the arcanine did it. And the third. But, by the fourth time, she was ready to respond. She didn't have many options open, the arcanine was too big and his unceasing, tight circles always predicted where she would go left her feeling trapped and claustrophobic. One moment and his sheath was on her nose, the rich, earthy, cinnamon scent clouding her mind. Then the heat of his massive, musky balls radiating against her face. She tried to turn away but found herself inadvertently pressing her nose deep in his inner thigh. She twisted around again, only to find his shoulder blocking her path. No matter where she turned, the arcanine was always there.
As much as she fought it, Jack couldn't help but moan. She could feel her cunny throbbing with each inhalation; the arcanine's musk compounding her heat. His shaft inexorably expanded from his sheath and precum glistened at the tip for just moments before it was smeared along Jacks face fur. It took the arcanine increasingly little effort to keep his newly-transformed bitch in line; Jack had almost no control of her body now and she didn't want it either. Through the musky daze, all she knew was that she felt good and so, so horny. Her coat was a sticky mess, damp and glistening with trails of arcanine pre. Most of it covered her face but there was still more that had been smeared along her body too. No longer turning away, she nuzzled into his shaft, sheath and sack. It would take forever to get his scent off but that worry was far from her mind. While he had been smearing his pre over her, she had shifted to a wide stance on all fours, her tail raised and wagging and her puffy, heat-swollen cookie winking as her own juices leaked out to form a puddle beneath her. Once he was not only feeling her nuzzle and sniff at him but whine and lick, the arcanine knew she was ready for the next step.
The arcanine stood over Jack, his stiff red rocket, aimed directly at her face as he stepped forward. She gave a shiver as the tip bumped against her nose, muzzle opening in a moan just before the shaft slipped down and onto her tongue. With a deep growl of pleasure, the arcanine began to claim his prize, each step driving his cock deeper into Jack's muzzle until his hind legs were on either side of her. One of the arcanine's forepaws reached back to hold her in place. Jack had never sucked a cock before but, despite her small form and the size of tiger-striped canine, she found it surprisingly easy to take it all in. It was only as his hips began to thrust towards her face, gently at first but steadily gaining speed, that she found herself gagging. Thrust after thrust sunk the canine shaft deeper into her muzzle, constantly oozing and coating her tongue with thick, sticky pre that her heated body found all but irresistible. It was a struggle to keep sucking down his throbbing member but the feeling of being used and the taste of a virile male in her muzzle kept bringing up thoughts of her bending over, of the weight of his hot, furred body above her and what it would feel like as he emptied his balls into her needy spade. Jack was so lost in her fantasies, brought on by her heat, that it was only the increasing pressure on her jaws that brought her back to reality.
Her eyes went wide as the base of the fire pokemon's cock started to swell up, forming a thick, pulsing knot. With just a shocked "eep" making its way out of her muzzle, she tried to step back only to find the arcanine's large, forepaw holding her firmly in place. Her attempts to twist to the side or duck down were similarly thwarted and her addled attempts to escape were nowhere near enough to overpower the larger canine nor dislodge the rigid dick that filled her maw. The arcanine grew more insistent, no longer thrusting but grinding his knot against her jaws, forcing them further open millimetre by millimetre. He knew there was only a little time remaining to still get it inside her, and he wasn't going to let the opportunity pass by. It would be a stretch and there was no chance of pups that way, but she had tried to run and she deserved a little punishment. Beneath him, tears were running down Jack's cheeks as she felt like her jaw couldn't take any more. Luckily, it didn't have to. Just a few millimetres more and his knot sank in past her lips and the arcanine's shaft pushed into and filled the former wolf's throat. She gagged hard, her tail thrashing back and forth as she tried to tug free, but, although all the arcanine's paws were now on the ground, his knot had swollen even further behind her teeth and he was now, inextricably, tied to her muzzle.
Jack panicked, her throat was stretched around a thick cock, she couldn't breathe and she couldn't escape. In a last-ditch attempt, she bit down only to find his bulbous knot pressing on her palette and tongue, keeping his jaws stretched wide. Her attempted bite neither went unnoticed nor unappreciated. The tight squeeze of his bitch's muzzle finally pushed the arcanine over the edge and, as he howled out his triumph to the forest, his balls twitched and ropes of thick, sticky seed spurted down Jack's throat. She had no choice but to gulp down the torrent of arcanine cum while her mind grew fuzzy from the lack of air.
Jack wasn't entirely sure whether she blacked out for a moment or not but the next thing she remembered clearly was the arcanine swinging his powerful hindleg up over her head as he turned around. She felt his cock rotating in her jaws, still firmly knotted, until he faced away and the weight of his sack came to rest on her upper muzzle and his tail hung above her. As the arcanine straightened his legs, no longer needing to crouch down over his bitch, Jack felt her forelegs lifted off the ground. Effectively gagged by the larger dog's cock, her moans of protest went unheeded but, much to her relief, thanks to some combination of the pressure or position, or perhaps it had always been that way, she found herself able to breathe once more. It was a struggle, not only because the arcanine's still-dripping cock head remained in her throat but, because now, each breath had to be forced past his sweaty sack laying over her nose. She scrabbled for purchase on his hindlegs and, blushed as she realised that the only thing she could see, positioned beneath the fuzzy curtain of his tail, was his twitching pucker.
Arcanine, still tied to his bitch, marched down the forest path. For Jack, it was hard-going; her jaw ached, each breath, laden with musk, was an effort and she struggled to keep up with the long strides of her mate. Despite everything, Jack found there was a part of her that was enjoying it and the glistening trail of growlithe juice wetting the path behind her was a testified to it. Was it all due to the magical heat? Could it really change her that much or was there a part of her, long denied, that was now free to take over? It was a terrible arrangement for deep thinking; each of the arcanine's steps yanked her forward by the jaws and her nose constantly rubbed against the massive testicle tote directly in front of her, yet she couldn't help wishing that that cock were buried in her from the other side. Another part of her screamed that that would be a bad idea. She couldn't say why but there was a feeling that there was more to her heat than just regular lust.
Perhaps if Jack had had more time to think about her situation, she might've been able to clear her head but the trip back to the cave was more than a just a musky stroll through the woods. Soon her sensitive, new ears picked up shocked gasps. There were still other hikers on the trail! Her face burned with embarrassment; she was a dignified and respected man! But that's not what everyone else saw. They saw her little cheeks bulging around an arcanine's knot as she was dragged along beneath his tail with her own swollen cookie leaking conspicuously. Her ears flattened as hiker after hiker discussed her situation as she passed. The arcanine, head and tail both held high--the latter all the better to expose Jack--didn't feel any shame and was happy to parade her about, even stopping when there were particularly large groups or those with cameras. Other than that, the only acknowledgement he gave of the onlookers was to growl if any came too close. Jack was his bitch and, while the onlookers may have had a role to play in breaking her in, only he was to touch her. As they went higher into the mountains, the encounters with hikers became less frequent and soon the pair were back at the arcanine's cave where it had all begun.
After what felt like forever to Jack, the arcanine's knot finally deflated enough that it slipped free from her jaws; leaving her gasping and gagging on the cave floor. She had spent so long with her nose pressed into his musky balls that it almost felt strange to breathe the, relatively, clean, cave air. The arcanine's scent was still present but it was no longer overpowering. As her awareness broadened, she couldn't help but notice the intense heat still burning between her hind legs; despite the prolonged sexual activity and the overwhelming amount of pheromones she had inhaled, Jack had yet to climax. She felt her folds throb with every pulse of blood through her body and watched the arcanine heading deeper into the cave. Between his legs, his cock hung halfway out of his sheath and still wet with her drool. He paused briefly, stared back into her eyes and thrust his hips with a sudden, sharp motion. Then, without a sound, he turned away again and continued, leaving Jack to make her own choice.
The day had not gone anything like how Jack had expected. So many things had changed, much quicker and more dramatically than she had been ready for, but still... So many of the changes actually felt good. Scary, but good. Would it all go back to normal if she left? Or would she regret not making full use of her growlithe form while she had the chance? She stood frozen for a good while, her mind racing with all the different scenarios and how they might play out. Eventually it boiled down to one simple fact; she was badly craving a cock.
Jack's ears were flat as she approached the arcanine. She wasn't proud of her decision, but she knew what she needed. The smug expression on the face of the arcanine didn't help one bit as he didn't seem at all surprised to see her. Giving into her physical needs, Jack faced away from the arcanine, lowering her chest to the ground so that she angled her hips upwards, her large, fluffy tail curling over her back until it tickled the tuft of cream fur on her head. The arcanine finally pressed his nose against her, inhaling the pheromones from her puffy, pink cookie and causing her to shudder. To Jack's delight, the arcanine didn't waste any time and she soon felt his strong body above her as the tip of his shaft sought out her cunt and thrust forward. From then on, she was in heaven. With each thrust, the arcanine's cock delved deeper into her love tunnel, stretching it out in just the right way to give her what she needed. Her deep moans of contentment grew louder as his shaft swelled to its full length and his thrusts quickened. She struggled to keep herself from sliding forward across the cave floor and it wasn't long before he reached a forepaw back to hold her in place. Jack tossed her head back and forth, pinned between the larger canine's immovable legs and his unstoppable hips; trapped, controlled, used and pleasured.
At the first touch of the arcanine's knot against her spade, Jack felt a niggling sensation at the back of her mind. It wasn't a totally clear thought, more like the remnants of a dream, cloudy and just out of a reach, but she could tell that being knotted now would not be an ordinary occurrence. She wasn't sure whether she should do anything, wasn't sure she could do anything. She was just so close, with her legs spread and panting loudly. While she was lingering with indecision, the arcanine had no such qualms and soon all Jack's doubts were swept away as she felt the arcanine contort around her small frame and close his teeth around her scruff. He gave one final thrust and, with a yelp from Jack, popped his knot inside, tying them together. That was all it took for his hot, life-giving cum to flood into her womb and coat every surface in its sticky embrace. It was the second time in little more than an hour that Jack was knotted but it was nothing like the first time. As her outer folds tensed behind his knot, she felt all the sexual tension that had built up over the day released in a single burst that completely overwhelmed her senses. Her muzzle opened in a silent cry, body convulsing with pure pleasure as each jet of arcanine cum inside her sent another orgasm crashing through her until finally, utterly spent, she collapsed beneath the legendary pokemon.
Jack was vaguely aware of the tug of the knot as the arcanine lay down with her, gently pulling her onto her side. She could feel as her burning heat finally dissipated, leaving only a sense of contentment. At the same time she felt... different. Physically, she was still a growlithe but something had changed. There was no more feeling of magic; everything felt entirely normal, entirely permanent. Whatever had changed her and whatever conditions there had been, she realised that she had certainly fulfilled them and now had to deal with the consequences. But, as she started to drift off in exhaustion, her nose twitching from the wild, feral scent of her mate, she realised that she didn't mind.
The End