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A Wolf's Punishment

By: VeronicaFoxx

For: Revakulgr

The black dragon lay on the warm cobbles of the village square, his head propped atop one of his foreclaws so that he could tap his digits against the side of his snout as he contemplated the fate of his prisoner. Well, the village's prisoner, but they had given the creature over to the dragon to dispense appropriate justice. The question was what kind of justice to dispense. It was amazing how quickly a good reputation could be soured, and the villagers had felt it only fitting that he be the one to mete out punishment, both as a way of apologizing for having suspected the dragon as the culprit and to soothe his own temper.

Revakulgr huffed, looking the black-furred beast over once more. He could just eat the damnable thing. It would be a swift and simple end to the problem, but that didn't feel quite adequate. The werewolf had ravaged the countryside for an entire month before the dragon had even been made aware, viciously raping and slaughtering seven girls and women. It had only been brought to Revakulgr's attention when a group of knights from the local lord had come to entreat him to "Please cease pillaging the peasants outside of your normal schedule, and here's a wagon full of treasure if you will do so, please again and thank you."

Not that he didn't enjoy a good pillaging now and then, but he only asked for a single "sacrifice" a year, and _that_only because they refused to believe that he didn't want _any_human sacrifices. He would never understand where humans had gotten the notion that dragons had some sort of liking for maidens and princesses, but he dealt with the situation as best he could. After a century and a half, you'd think they would stop expecting to be eaten, as well. Quite frustrating. So he ate them in a far more pleasurable way, introduced him to the many joys of the flesh, and sent them on their way with something to remember him by for the rest of their lives. He'd only ever kept one of them, a young woman who'd shown a remarkable amount of spirit and determination rather than cowering in fear. He missed her, but she had been insistent on learning how to survive as a dragon on her own before she'd agree to be his mate.

Revakulgr let out a regretful sigh at having let that thunderstorm of a dragoness go her own way, allowed himself a wistful hope that she would return soon, then turned his attention back to the problem at hand. The trapped trinkets that he had given the villagers had worked exactly as he had hoped, rendering the beast unconscious when it next attacked. They had then hauled it into the village center and thrown it into the stocks, reinforced for the purpose and with a few additions to ensure that the werewolf was firmly secured. A steel cage, of sorts, had been crafted, bands of metal running along its spine and stomach, around its waist, along its legs, and around its ankles, lined on the inside with silver needles that would burn and weaken it. Wooden supports kept its waist held high so as not to damage it unduly, and more needles lined the head and wrist holes of the stocks. It would only be harmed if it struggled and attempted escape.

That seemed fair enough to the dragon. He hadn't had much experience with werewolves aside from literary references and a general knowledge of their weaknesses. He wasn't entirely sure if it was a mindless beast or still retained some intelligence. Which was, of course, why he was waiting instead of simply killing the creature or leaving it to suffer until it starved to death or died of silver poisoning. He had lifted the sleep spell, and it was just a matter of seeing how the beast reacted once it finally awoke, though that seemed to be taking far longer than he expected. He was starting to believe that werewolves might have some unknown weakness to that brand of magic, or perhaps just this particular example of the breed, and was growing impatient.

Then he huffed again and saw one of its ears twitch. The dragon raised a brow ridge and smirked. It certainly hadn't done that when it was under the spell. Revakulgr huffed another gust through his nostrils, purposefully directing them at the lupine monster. Both ears twitched. Playing dead, was it? Well, that certainly wouldn't do. He gave the stocks a light swat with a foreclaw, rocking the beast in its bonds and forcing it to jolt against the silver needles. It certainly woke up from that, thrashing and howling for a few long minutes as it fought against the pain to get itself under control and away from the agonizing torment. Then it glared up at him, lip lifted in a defiant snarl. He had to give it credit for ferocity if nothing else.

"Seven generations," he said in a conversational tone.

The wolf blinked at him, cocking its head to one side and letting out a confused wurf.

"That's how long it took to get these people to trust me," the dragon explained. "Not that they trust me overly much, but they do[/] trust me. Or they did until you came along and started messing about. I spent the first half century having to fight off a band of knights every few months as they tried to rout me from my lair, and I'm still convinced that the only reason they stopped coming is because they were embarrassed that I never ate any of them. I killed a few, but only ever accidentally, and I made sure to return the bodies. I'm sure that they thought that a taunt at first."

The wolf looked unimpressed and even more confused.

"You see, it's beings like you that give the rest of us a bad name. Oh, yes, certainly, there have been some nasty dragons. I won't deny that. There was that whole war where my kind wanted to subjugate the world, but can you really blame us for doing what Mother asked? I'm certain that if the... what, Queen Bitch of the Werewolves?" The beast simply rolled its eyes, so he continued on regardless. "Whatever you call it. If the progenitor of your kind asked you to rise up and sweep the humans from the world, I doubt you'd deny them. It takes an amazingly long time for people to forgive that kind of thing, and there are few enough of us willing to put in the effort needed to change hearts and minds. You'll forgive me if I take it as a personal affront that you managed to tarnish my reputation with these good folk."

The werewolf growled at him and spat. Spat! Revakulgr frowned.

"You're an uncouth little bastard, aren't you? Well, you see, now that you're no longer a threat, and they see that I wasn't the one responsible (and seeing how the local lord is too much of a coward to do much more than send me a load of tribute whenever he thinks I'm misbehaving), you've been turned over to my tender mercies for justice. What was it at last count? Thirty-one of the locals that you managed to slaughter? And in such a violent and violating manner. Were you just getting your rocks off and got overly excited?"

The beast pinned its ears back and looked away from him, every bit the chastised dog, and he guessed that perhaps the creature couldn't keep itself quite under control when it was in the heat of the moment. Well, that was far more forgivable than having done it purposefully, but it was still atrocious behavior. There were creatures far more hardy than humans to engage in such activities with, after all.

"Can you not speak in this form? Aren't werewolves supposed to have a human form that they can revert to?"

The wolf snorted then jerked its head back towards its hind end, flinching when the needles stabbed its neck. Revakulgr _had_noticed its rather prominent, constantly hard and constantly dripping erection. He had thought that it was perhaps simply having some rather pleasant dreams, but now he was starting to get a different picture of the situation.

"Hmmmm... Well, let me make a few guesses then. You can just nod or shake your head, though be careful of damaging yourself. I haven't quite decided how to deal with you _just_yet, and I wouldn't want you dying on me before I have."

The werewolf gave a slight nod to show that it understood.

"Excellent." The dragon brought his foreclaws together to lace his digits and settled in for a game of twenty questions. "So, two months is a bit long of a timespan, but I've heard that werewolves can live for a couple centuries, so perhaps that also extends the mating season beyond the norm. You're in... what do they call it for males... rut?"

The wolf nodded again, his ears pinned firmly back and his tail tucked between his legs. Obviously it was a bit of an embarrassing admission.

"Well, that's unfortunate. I suppose you had hoped that one or more of the women you took would turn and help you sire a few litters of pups. Unfortunately, you made a rather poor choice in territory to start your pack. I would guess it hasn't quite passed yet, and you'd go right back to what you were doing if I let you free, hm?"

The wolf nodded again, though this time with a glower. It seemed that he was rather intent on starting a new generation, which gave Revakulgr the germ of an idea.

"Well then, I suppose that strikes an option from the list. I really do try to avoid killing if I at all can. A pile of bodies to your name isn't exactly great for public relations. I don't suppose they'd mark you down as a strike against me, but a reputation spreads beyond the local level. I wouldn't want your former pack coming for vengeance. So that leaves a bit of a quandary. I think, however, that I have an equitable solution to both the village and to yourself, since you seem so bent on having a bunch of pups."

The dragon rose and paced around to stand behind the wolf, decreasing his natural size as he did so until he was equivalent to a large, strong draft horse. He didn't want to kill the insolent intruder, only humble and humiliate the beast. That story would do far more to keep other monstrous creatures from his territory than outright slaughter.

The wolf strained to look back at him without pricking itself, and let out a long, low whimper when he ducked his muzzle to sniff at the bound beast's hind end. It flinched particularly hard when he slipped his tongue past his lips to lap at the tender, swollen orbs that hung down between its legs, heavy with eagerness to sire a new generation of werewolves. No doubt the creature thought that he would castrate it, and he _would_in a manner of speaking. He was far more clever than to simply give the wolf a quick snip, though.

Instead, he extended his tongue further, sucking the wolf's balls into his mouth as the long, agile muscle wrapped around its shaft. The werewolf was quite pent up and needful, it seemed; it took only a few sucks and strokes before its knot blossomed, and it let out a long howl while jetting watery, salty seed onto the cobblestones below. Revakulgr let out a pleased rumble, though he knew it was at least partially due to the wolf being in the mating mood. Still, he could chalk up the speed to his own talent and was glad that he hadn't lost it in the long while since he'd had the pleasure of another male's companionship. And knowing the general anatomy of canines, he was happy to retract his tongue, feeling the wolf's shaft bend along with it.

He captured the knotted length fully in his muzzle to join its family jewels and set about tormenting the misfortunate creature. He stroked the tip of his tongue along its shaft, feeling the hot throb of the veiny skin and letting his muzzle fill with the salty, musky flavor of its natural lubricant, only swallowing when it became annoying. For long minutes, he plied that torture, keeping the wolf aroused, watching it helplessly whine and squirm, unable to satisfy itself and fearing that he would end its ability to do so. He wasn't so cruel, though. When it became boring, he applied firm suction, coiling the tip of his tongue behind its knot and rolling the rest of the muscle against its length. He was swiftly rewarded with a second load that coated his taste buds and left him purring with contentment.

Still got it, he silently congratulated himself.

There was, of course, more reason than simple self-satisfaction or satisfying the wolf to what he had done. Magic enacted on an unwilling being could be taxing, forcing a battle of wills. The dragon had little doubt that he could easily overcome the will of one of the villagers if he so chose, but it was far safer with a beast such as this to have a reliable means of circumventing the will and striking directly. A sample of its very essence, its seed, was a highly convenient conduit, though it provided only a short-lived opening. Revakulgr only needed a small window in which to act, though.

He released the werewolf's member to leave it bobbing and twitching in the air, amused by the way the wolf flinched at every light breeze. His tongue trailed upwards, along the furred creature's inner thighs and up in between the cheeks of its rear, nuding his nose beneath its tail to get the fluffy brush out of the way when it attempted to thwart him. There was no need to cause more pain than completely necessary, so he applied a little saliva to the tight pucker beneath its tail before pulling away. Like the wolf, his own production of lubricants was quite sufficient once mating began, but there was little reason not to ease the initial entry.

The wolf whined and squirmed as he moved to stand over it, his head hovering over its own so that it twisted to look up at him. He grinned down at the beast while maneuvering his hind end into position. The wolf let out another long whine, its expression piteous and begging, but Revakulgr was not to be deterred. He dragged the tip of his ridged, knotted shaft up to press beneath the wolf's tail and applied pressure, feeling it fight against him. Then came a yelp as his wedged tip pierced the tight pucker, feeling the warmth of the beast's bowels encompass him.

"Ah, that's quite nice," he praised, much to the wolf's displeasure. "It's been far too long since I've had such a lovely male wrapped around my shaft." The wolf made a face, lips peeled back, teeth gritted, and eyes wide, another long whine escaping it as he pushed in until the bulge at his base was wedged firmly between the beast's rear cheeks. "Don't be such a selfish bastard. I was at least kind enough to give you a bit of enjoyment before taking my own pleasure, and I doubt you were ever so considerate to _your_victims. Now try to hold still."

To assist the wolf in doing just that, he wrapped his foreclaws around the creature's waist. Then he began rutting. He wasn't unduly gentle about it, and he admitted to himself that it was more out of spite than any sense of justice. His ridges plucked at the beast's anal walls with every stroke, causing it to twitch and clutch at him, and his knot rammed against its entrance every time their hips met. His strokes were swift and hard, bringing himself towards a quicker finish than he would normally allow; the humans tended to be rather prudish in general, though, and he doubted that they would appreciate the finer points of a prolonged mating that made it thoroughly enjoyable to both parties. Besides, this was supposed to be a punishment, not a reward. So he plowed the werewolf hard and fast with little care for how the smaller male felt about the treatment it was receiving.

And as he felt his climax starting to rise and his balls begin to churn, he drew upon his magic to enact the spell he had devised. It was quite brilliant, he thought, and would certainly be due penance, as well as utterly humiliating the beast for all time. His knot began to swell, and he hastened to seat it properly, bearing down on the wolf and battering its anal sphincter into submission, though he was certain he felt the creature tear as he managed to slam himself home. An additional trickle of healing magic solved that issue, and he lifted his head to roar out his pleasure to the heavens as he released both his seed and his spell.

The wolf let out a whine that grew higher in pitch as the magic took hold, and the dragon felt its grip on his length tightening even further, milking out every last drop from his aching sack. Quite a pleasure indeed. He turned to face away from the bitch that the wolf had become, grinning at the townsfolk who stood gathered around the edge of the square to witness his justice. The wolf hung limp behind him, much smaller than it had previously been and stripped of its natural weapons, including the one between its legs.

"Well, good people, I think you'll find this beast no longer such a threat any longer. I've taken its teeth and claws and made it far weaker. In addition, you might notice that it is no longer male. You'll need to keep it on a leash, I'm sure, but it will be no danger to you. I invite the males of those families who lost someone to its ravages to use its body in order to replace them. It will bear fully human females with no taint of the lycanthrope curse. They will grow as fast as a litter of pups would in its stomach, and it will be ready to bear another as soon as the current one is born. In between each human birth, though, you will need to give it over to the village dogs. Since it was so intent on having pups, I thought it fitting to grant its desire. Those will come out as perfectly serviceable domesticated canines as well. Once it has replaced every member of the village that it killed and had a litter of pups for each as well, it will then be released from my spell and free to go."

The werewolf let out another piteous whine, feeling the stir of heat striking at its newly formed feminine parts. The dragon chuckled to himself, then turned stern.

"I do warn you, though. Treat it well and ensure that it and its offspring are cared for. If any undue harm should befall it, the one who inflicted such will receive the same, and whomsoever should kill it will find themselves taking its place. Now then..." Revakulgr set a hindpaw against the wolf's rump and concentrated on shrinking his knot so that it didn't turn the poor beast inside out when he yanked it free. "I believe there are at least thirty-one males who get to take a turn with the bitch. Feel free to let the rest of the village have a go if you're feeling generous. And make sure to spread the word of this. I take care of those under my protection."

He lofted himself into the air and headed back towards his lair, chuckling again as he saw the first of the villagers move in to replace him behind the werewolf bitch. He looked forward to seeing how it reacted when it found out that the spell was actually permanent.