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In Chapter 3, Wawik meets an (unnamed as yet) wolf and goes through more painful changes resulting from his meetup with the dragon. This time, they turn out to be a bit more drastic, though.

Wawik\'s Change

Chapter 3

„What am I doing here? I think I culd ask you pretty much the same question - what are you doing here?\"

Wawik emerged from the water, shaking the tiny droplets out of his fur. He looked inquisitively at the stranger, his dripping tail held high as he bared his teeth.

The gray wolf did likewise, snarling, „You do realise that polluting these areas is a felony punishable by a fine or penalty as laid out in the Imperial Nature Conservation Act and related legislation, and that you are currently in a Protected Natural...\"

He paused, staring at the naked jackal, then looking at the primitive garments on the lakeshore. „Did you understand just a single word of what I just told you?\", said the wolf, cocking his head slightly.

Wawik shrugged his shoulders. „I don\'t know,\" he said, „what\'s this \'polluting\' you speak of?\" He gave the gray canine a puzzled look. „I\'m not even from here, I\'ve been in this stupid forest for five days now, and you\'re the first actual person I met.. and then I don\'t even know what exactly you are.\" The jackal bent downwards to pick up his loincloth, keeping his eye on the wolf.

The other canine dipped his tail, his expression changing to a less aggressive one. „Oh, I see...\" he said, „I\'m sorry for the disturbance then.\" He offered a paw, continuing, „You see, one could say I\'m in charge of this forest... well, I\'ve been sent out to survey it.\"

Wawik reached out to the offer, the wet jackal\'s paw wrapping around the wolf\'s. „You must know,\" the wolf continued, „these lands here, we\'ve decided to preserve them. I presume you\'re from the savannah west of here, as you\'re a jackal?\"

Wawik nodded, wondering about the odd canine. He wrapped his loincloth around himself, tying the knot under his tailbase, wincing a little as he rubbed against the spot where the dragon had violated him earlier. „I am,\" he spoke calmly, „so you live in the forest, then?\"

The wolf chuckled. „Heck no,\" he said with visible amusement, „I only survey the lands here, updating the maps to account for changes. You see.. wait, let me show you.\" He reached into his pouch, fumbling around for a moment, then pulled out a folded up map, putting it down on the forest floor. „You see, right now we\'re in the wetlands.\" He traced what looked like a brown smudge on the map, then pointed to a yellow area next to it. „Over here\'s the mountain range that\'s a day or so west from here, and this is where you have probably come from. My people rarely go there, it\'s just too hot for us.\" The wolf sat down next to his map, fingers running over the worn out paper. „This area is about fifty statute miles... sorry, I mean a three days\' trek from here, that\'s where the forest turns into the grasslands, which is where my people live. Wolves don\'t like the desert, far too hot.\" He grinned. „And here\'s Centralia, that\'s where I\'m from.\"

Wawik tilted his head. „Centralia?\" he said, „I\'ve heard of that one. We\'ve had a few passersby in the village, sometimes we found them in the desert, thirsty and disoriented. They often mentioned Centralia.\"

The wolf nodded. „It\'s the main city here, built by the wolves - that\'s what I am too by the way - but today it\'s populated by all sorts of people. We\'ve had plenty of stories about fools who wanted to shave a few days off their trip and presumably got lost in the desert... your people probably picked up the ones that made it alive.\" He continued, sighing a bit as it made him realize his own situation, being stuck in a deadbeat job so far away from home. „It\'s become quite a large place over the years, several thousand people by now... it\'s also the westernmost point of the Transcontinental Route, so we\'ve got a lot of adventurers waiting to cross the rainforest and the desert.\" He sat at his map, legs crossed, „But enough of me, tell me about why you\'re here. You must have a good reason to wander this far from your tribe.\"

Wawik sighed and leaned against a rock, slowly letting himself dry in the warm air of the jungle. „Well, let\'s say I was sent on a quest,\" he answered reluctantly, still not entirely sure what to think of the sudden intruder. He shifted a bit uncomfortably as he felt his insides sting, trying to find a position where he was comfortable with sitting down. „Nice looking guy, though,\" he thought to himself, then resumed addressing the wolf, „We\'ve had issues with those flying menaces in the village lately, and the elders sent me out to investigate.\" He chose to omit the other happenings in the faint hope the wolf would not inquire any further, but the other canid\'s ears perked up at his words.

„Oh, so you were after the dragons that live here? Did you get to see one?\" The wolf looked at the jackal with curious interest. „They\'ve been creatures of legend for centuries, and I didn\'t even know they actually ventured out to the desert as well.\" He chuckled, then raised a brow, the insides of his ears flushing red „Uh.. Wawik? You\'re leaking...\"

The jackal looked down and blushed, the inside of his ears turning bright red as he saw the steady drip of goo coming out from under his loincloth. „Oh no, not again...\" he muttered, holding his paws in front of his face to hide his embarrassment and shame. Without further ado or even any external stimulation, his shaft started rising from his sheath once again, making Wawik yelp in sudden pain, biting his lips as he felt something in his belly sting and shift, causing a burning sensation in his lower intestine.

„The dragon...\" he growled, noticing the wolf\'s puzzled look and surprised stare, „the dragon...\" - he couldn\'t continue. Wawik emitted a shrill shriek as he felt another wave of pain jolt through his erect and dripping member, clear goo leaking from its tip.

He dug his claws into the soft forest floor as he felt his new, massive knot swell, his cock standing at a proud two feet by now. It would\'ve been a great thing for him, having always yearned for a large, potent malehood, if it didn\'t come with the massive pain. His abdomen hurt as if it was on fire, the jackal dropping to all fours, snarling, rocking his head in pain as he felt something start to travel inside his body.

The wolf stared in surprise as he observed the jackal writhing in pain, eyes fixated on the raging erection, growling, „The dragon? What did the dragon do to you?\" He squirmed uncomfortably as he saw Wawik drop to his hands and feet, the strong stench becoming so overpowering all of a sudden that he could feel his own length grow a considerable tent inside his pants. He shouted, „What did the dragon do? This might be vital for you!\"

Wawik, however, didn\'t listen. He was trapped in his own world of pain, the jackal\'s maleness burning like fire, copious amounts of white, gooey liquid bursting out of it. He whimpered, thinking to himself, „What\'s going on? What did that beast do to me? Why do I keep getting these hardons...\", then his stream of consciousness broke off abruptly as he felt something large, something foreign intrude. He screamed in pain as his muscles contracted, his massive, raging penis throbbing on its own merit, his knot stretching, distorting, as if a large foreign object was being pushed through his cumslit. His vision became blurry as tears ran down his cheeks, watching in horror as he saw the object travel through his massively enlarged shaft, the bulge travelling upward with each contraction. He could feel the goo squirt out of his cumhole and drip down onto the forest floor, much more than any orgasm he ever experienced before, yet a lot less sticky than cum, simply dripping down from his shaft. His claws dug deep into the floor as he panted heavily, slowly getting dizzy.

The wolf gasped as he saw the jackal\'s cock distend and contract, shuddering. „He\'s... he\'s laying an egg,\" he thought to himself, his heart thumping quickly as he stood by and watched helplessly, his own member turning into a massive hardon of its own. „His scent.. god, he\'s smelling like a female in heat.\" The wolf watched Wawik struggle, growl and bare his teeth as the egg slowly made it to the very tip of the jackal\'s shaft, the cumslit stretching, revealing the white eggshell. „Fuck, that really must hurt...\" the wolf thought, just in the same moment as Wawik finally let go of his first egg, the small, oval egg about two inches in diameter, dropping on the soft forest floor. The jackal let out a deep, pained moan, then collapsed onto the egg, his massive body landing on the forest floor with a wet smack, his member dropping into the puddle of goo it had just released.