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The Cold Rising

Part One: The Transformation

Samuel Carter looked out of the window of his town house, the snow was pilling up by the foot in the dark street and there wasn't a living soul in sight. It had bin months sense the meteor impact in the south Asian sea, NASA had promised the world that the meteor would pass then by without danger and yet here they were. The impact had changed the earths orbit enough to usher in a new ice age, each day the temperature grow colder and now the mercury sat at the bottom of the strip, unmoving as if it too had fallen into despair. The hole city was lifeless, every window was dark.

When the snow had started to fall in summer the country fell into panic, people had fled south in such numbers that the roads had become jammed and many had bin forced to flee on foot. Before long the power went of and it became so cold on the highways and people froze to death in their car or so the radio said, back when the radio played more than static.

Carter sat on the edge of his bed (one of the few pieces of frontier that remained in his home, the others he had burned), rubbing the puncher marks on his forearm. Before the end of the world he had bin a doctor and a genetic engineer and for weeks now he had bin experimenting on himself, trying to force a transformation that would improve his chances of survival in the event that had to walk out. Carter was sixty seven years old and he held no illusions about the fact that he would surly die before he reached the equator, but he told himself that with a genetic edge he would make it. Even if he was wrong he, it gave him something to take up the day.

After a failed attempt at a nap Carter went back down stairs to his basement, the makeshift laboratory laid out upon his workbench was a mess, the room looked more like the workshop of some dark age alchemist then the lab of a once respected scientist and nowadays his experiments might as well be sorcery. As the weeks drug on and his supply of canned food waned he become more reckless, mixing is serums with desperate abandoned, determined to make a potion that would cure or kill before the snow did.

In his sleep deprived state Carter was barely aware of the ingredients he was adding to the mix and as he aimed the syringe at his vein he posed for a prayer "Whatever gods exist in this cold hell!" he spat "Ether help me or take me, but don't ignore me anymore!" at that he pressed the plunger. The serum felt like ice water in his veins, but at the same time it burned! Carter fell to his knees his whole body racked with pain, somewhere in what fallowed he lost conciseness.

Carter's dreams were a chaotic mess of photo realistic feelings and sensations, one minute he was running through a pine forest, the next he was eating fresh meat raw and bloody. In time he came to a house in the woods, the heavy plank door splintered at the touch of his fingers and he entered, inside was a sight that made him freeze. His late wife was sitting on a large bed, as young and beautiful as ever and her supple young body was clad only in a red cloak. Their love making was better than in his memory, but something wasn't quite right. His wife shuddered at his touch and she shied away from his kiss and when he penetrated her she cried out like a virgin, amazing him with her tightness. When it was over they walked out into the woods to dance in the moonlight after which she kissed him goodbye and then he woke.

When Carter woke he was laying atop his bed being greeted by the gray light of dawn peering down through the clouds. He yawned and stretched and to his surprise the aches and pains that had troubled him for years were gone, in fact he felt twenty again, but that was nothing to the sight that met him when he looked down at himself. His body has changed, he was taller to begin with, his feet hung over the end of the bad, his feet! They weren't feet, but large paws and his muscular body was covered in white fur. When he turned to look in the mirror mounted on the far wall he was met with the face of a wolf staring back at him. Carter sat up in his bed, the steel frame groaning under his wait "I wasn't expecting a transformation like this." he said to himself, his new voice sounded strange and intimidating to his ear, it was deep and gruff "but If it makes me feel young again than I can cope." he chuckled to himself.

Carter spent the next few minutes exploring his new body, his hands and feet had black claws and ruff black pads on the undersides and at the base of his spine there emerged a long fluffy tail. Under his fur his body consisted of hard muscle like the body of an athlete. His exploration ended when he came at last to his groin, he couldn't help but feel a burst of pride when he saw how large his sexual organs had grown. He took a hold of his fuzzy scrotum marveling at the size of his testicles, like a pare of pomegranates in a fur bag, he palpitated them with medical thoroughness, groaning at their sensitivity. Next he turned to his thick sheath, he took hold of it, taking his time to examine it. It was so thick and warm he couldn't help stroking it. To his great surprise his canine penis sprung to life, emerging from his sheath to bob proudly in the morning light.

Carter stared in amazement, it had bin years sense his last erection and what an erection this was. A foot long at least and a healthy looking ruby red to boot, it shined in the sunlight, glistening with natural lubricant. Carter felt like a horny teenager as lustful thoughts danced in his head, the temptation to masturbate was over whelming as he debated whether or not to test out his member "Boys will be boys!" he chuckled happily as his reached down to play with his new toy.

In his time Carter had made a study of the anatomy of many animals and canines were no exception. Do to this knowledgehe new that his knot needed to be held and squeezed, he kneaded it with one hand as the other came forth to group his throbbing shaft. The touch of his hands alone was enough to make him moan with please, but when he made the first stroke he yelped in pain, releasing his wolf cock. The ruff pad of his palm felt like sandpaper on his sensitive dick flesh. For a moment he sat there thinking of away to proceed, then it came to him. The only way to proceed was to do like the dogs did. He licked his lips as he leaned forwards, his flexible new body allowing him to reach his penis easily. The first lip was mind blowing, his penis was a thousand times more sensitive then any human member could ever dream of being and the masculine, salty taste of his pre was amazing.

Licking soon turned into sucking as Carter took his shaft deep into his mouth, black lips kissing his knot as his free hand move down to group his musky balls. Carter closed his eyes as he remembered his erotic dream from the night before, to his shock he realized that he had bin sporting his new body in the dream. He moaned as he remembered the all to real feeling of his sexy young wife sucking him. He remembered the feeling of her virgin tightness as she bounced on his wolf cock and the sound of her moaning for his cum as she grouped his fat balls. It all felt so real, even now he could have swear she siting on the bed, whispering sweet nothings into his ear as her hands played over his fur. It was to much, Carter felt his balls drawing up and his knot swelling in his kneading fist. The orgasm was the beat of his long life as the first shot of salty, sweet cum sprayed the back of his throat. Carter drank down as much of his seed as he could, but despite the cold honey like thickness of his alabaster load, it was just coming to fast. Before long his muzzle was overflowing, his seed flowing over his knot to soak his balls before slipping onto the bed.

Carter moaned loudly as he road out his mind numbing orgasm, each loud moan vibrating his cock adding to his pleasure in an unending cycle. In time his orgasm faded into throbbing and he fell back onto his bed panting for breath. Carter lay back watching his twitching cock leak a steady stream of canine cream, he new his ejaculation wouldn't stop until his knot deflated, which wouldn't be for a long while. As he lay there on his bed Carter bruised himself by licking up his mess, as he cleaned the last of his load from his hands a thought crawled into his mind.

Forcing his stiff legs to move Carter stood up and started towards the bedroom door. He enjoyed the feeling of his wolf cock swing about before him, leaving a messy trail as he walked though his home. Carter took the stairs two and three at a time as he marveled at his new body once more. In his kitchen he found the pantry doors torn off their hinges, a number of cans lay torn open on the floor, their insides licked clean _"Well"_Carter chuckled to himself _"such a transformation as this would require a large intake of calories."_he was slightly upset at having broken his rationing rule, but he supposed it couldn't be helped. He walked down the steps to his basement and found his laboratory had bin trashed but most of his equipment was salvageable.

Carter held a glass slide under his penis, catching a sample of fresh sperm and examined it under his microscope, after several hour of testing he stepped back, pride and shock welling up inside him. It was some of the healthiest sperm he had ever seen and further testing with samples of sperm and blood reviled that his new features had become genetic. After a lifetime of sterility he was now capable of breeding and his wolf traits would be past on to his children. The more tests Carter ran the more amazed he became, his new body was at peak finical form. He didn't just feel twenty, for all intensive purposes he was twenty and would be forever. It was a lot to take in, Carter was left siting in his lab in shock until after a long time he was snapped back to reality by the growling of his stomach and the pain of a deep gnawing hunger.

After a large meal of canned meat and vegetables cooked in his fire place, Carter sat back and looked out the window, it was already night and a soft wind was blowing. As he watched the snow float past he new he had one last test to make.

Stepping up to the front door Carter took a deep breath and opened it. Stepping out into the wind and cold his naked body was met with a chill but it was tolerable! His fur was protecting him from the majority of the! Carter laughed at his success, he ran about playing in the snow like a child, his joy bubbling up like a jiggling fountain. At last he could leave.

Carter went about gathering what things he would need for his trip south. Having out grown all his cloths he set about making more. He started with a simple loin cloth made from a strip of blanket hung on a leather belt, it covered his groin well enough, but did nothing to cover his backside so that his tail would be free, it was also cut short enough not to touch the ground when he walked on all fours. Next he took an Indian rug from the main hall and cut and stitched it into a long coat held shut by a belt, like a bathrobe. The hood he fashioned deep to hide his muzzle if need be and the front was fitted with four large pockets.

Over his new cloths Carter placed a steal framed backpack left over from his days as a drafty, into which he placed all he would need, rope, matches, whetstone, canned food, etc. To the bottom of frame he tied a pot and frying pan and to the top he tied a thick rolled up quilt. To his belt Carter tied an old buck knife.

The last thing Carter did was retrieve his wife's jewelry box, opening it he picked up the silver crucifix she had worn every day of her life, but no sooner had touched it then he yelped in pain dropping the box. It felt as if he had touched a hot stove "To think I never believed in werewolves!" he laughed as he picked a different memento, the gold band he gave her on their wedding day, he hung it around his neck on a loose leather cord next to his own ring.

As he stepped out into the calm night the clouds parted to reveal the full moon, giving into a primal urge Carter crouched on his haunches, placing his hands on the ground before him as he threw back his head releasing a mighty howl in praise to the gods of the cold hell.

The End

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