Loss of a Master(collab with Howler Werewolf)
Loss of a master
by Howler Werewolf and Masterwolf2
warning gay yiff ahead. If not 18 leave this page and burn your eyes out with a gasoline induced fire. Or do it anyways you probably deserve it.
"So this is Earth odd, the mana is thin here, as if life is being choked out of the plane by its inhabitants. Better hurry, or bolas will find me" the elf ran into the nearest establishment, a really crappy gay bar. To the elf it smelled of urine, feces, and things so foreign to him, that his nose twinged at the smell. Repulsive. He went to the nearest stool and sat down for a moment. No sooner than he did, a group of humans approached him, and the elf some how knew the three wanted trouble.
"Hey elfy boi. Want to have some fun?" the one in the middle said with a devilish smile." where you from? Never seen you in these parts, Stranger." then they all gave that same sinister grin.
"What's your name anyways? You're cute." the one on the right of the elf moved behind him as he asked. He then grabbed him in a tight bear hug and lifted him up.
"Uh... Thanks I think, names Ryh. And do you mind getting off me before I hurt you? I don't want to use my power and give away but.."
"Oh and you think you can hurt us. Seems unlikely, as you be small and scrawny, not a bit of muscle. While we on the other hand, can easily take your ass no problem. Dave hold him tight!" the command was given, pants were unbuckled, but Ryh was not hurt, at least not yet. Ryh gathered what little green mana was in this room and held it. Doing so caused every soul but two to be knocked out, save for a man in the chair near to the one he was sitting in and himself.
"So you have the spark, huh?" Ryh didn't expect to find his brood here. The man smelled odd, almost feral, like he hung out with... wolves. Curse the gods of Alara, werewolf. Not the full moon
the man spoke in a gruff raspy voice.
Ryh gasped at the thought of being cornered by a feral werewolf, how he despised these creatures! The filthy beasts would hunt anything down and slaughter it for nothing more than sport. "Stay back beast I warn you, I'm not an elf to be trifled with! You..." Ryh was abruptly cut off by the lycan. "You have little power here so save your breath handsome. And I will have my fun tonight." he started to shift. The smell grew overpowering. The sent of canine musk poured from the lycans skin and centered on the werewolf's genitals, the wild and pungent aroma wafted and rolled from the creature's body in waves. "Gerrrr...arrggh!" The lycan growled feral and wild, it's fly open revealing no under garments beneath. Ryh grabbed at the beasts arms trying to push it away, desperately trying to gather more green manna. "Shit it's gone...it's all gone, I'm powerless against this foul animal!" The elf choked out feeling the werewolf grasp his sides with two large curling hands. "Your all mine pretty boi there's no escape now, this place has no magic anymore the humans have long since depleted it young one." The lycan laughed out deep and raspy, its shirt had begun to strain, as had his pants. Ryh wriggled and struggled back against his much stronger opponent, muscles bulged and veins pulsed with every beat of the creature's heart. "Normally I try not to waste good clothes but for you I'll make an exception, I want to put on a good show for such a beautiful little elfy boi!" The werewolf groaned the upper parts of his shoes bursting apart at their seems, eight clawed toes splaying in the dim light. The tight denim pants burst along with the shoes, revealing a set of furry legs and a large sheath. The sentient beast grabbed hold of his t-shirt tearing it to shreds, showing off his tight abs and arms which became covered in thick black and white fur that seemed to have a hypnotizing effect to it. He howled as his head shifted to more Lupine features.
However in doing so, he let go of Ryh for enough time to draw a dagger. And a very long one at that. It was not made of metals, no it was solid jade. The bottom of the blade dripped with poison that had a bright purple color to it. Its hilt was engraved with a seal that made its magic known the moment it was drawn from the sheath. A chant recited,"Dayus"
Time slowed to a crawl for all but the elf. The lycan stopped mid attack and looked as if he were a statue.
"Now I should tell you how I did that, an elf is not without his honor after all." he held his weapon to the wolf. "It allows me to draw on the mana of other planes. By chanting 'Dayus' I slowed down time for all but me. You will remain this way until I return time to normal, I should kill you. But...." he trailed off. Ryh's nose twitched, that smell smells... so foreign... so good...so thrilling! The elf's cloak tented, exposing a hard dick."ExMahinos" this chant gave movement back to the werewolf. The beast was drenched in this thrilling, no arousing, scent. "What is this smell that you're covered in, what sorcery is this? It smells heavenly. I have never encountered anything like it"
"When my sweat and body odor mixes into my fur it gives off a rich aroma that is quite hard to resist young elf, we lycans call it musk it's what allows us to attract potential mates. Our pours do not disappear when our fur grows in it simply secretes hyper amounts of sweat, sometimes to the point of matting of pelts in it. Its potency knows to bounds, be you male or female, human or animal. It matters not of whom it entraps, you perhaps..." The werewolf mused cocking its head to one side. "That's why you not going to kill me, you want me too badly to finish me off don't you young one?" The beast added smirking widely. "N...no...I...can't think, that sent is so wonderfully nutty and inviting. I...I...should kill you where you stand!" Ryh groaned raising his dagger high as if to strike the lycan, his hands quivering heavily. The wolf stepped closer unafraid of the shaking elf. He took the elf's knife hand and removed the heavily poisoned dagger from it letting it fall to the floor. The monstrous lycan grabbed the elf's cock and groped at the package.
"So elves do not have sheaths. More like were-dragon cock all pointed and no balls. Interesting. You're wondering what am I going to do, Ryh the elf, aren't you? Well because I like you, I'll tell you. I'm going to take your robe off like so" He tore the purple garment into shreds and continued "and I'm going to grab your behind and enter it like so" he shoved his ten inch dick that grew while he spoke into Ryh with such force the elf cried out in pain, however that pain grew into a much more pleasant moan. "Ohhh, by the gods that feels so good! Harder beast I don't want you to hold back on little old me, give me everything you've got animal!" Ryh moaned feeling the werewolf's furry balls slapping against his own in a rhythmic motion. The lycan obliged the young elf two huge paw hands grabbed at the elven's horns for better purchase, the great beast pounded harder and deeper into the young one's bowls with every thrust. "Now isn't that better little one, this big bad wolf is not so bad after all is he? This is so much nicer it always is when they don't struggle, that's it boi nice and easy!" The werewolf cooed into Ryh's elven ears, his long flowing tail held taunt. "Y...yesss sir...I submit my loyalty and my soul to you beast, claim me!" Upon hearing this lycan grinned deviously, a gleam on his fangs and a glimmer in his beautiful golden amber eyes. "Do you know what's next little elf?" The werewolf asked a bit of spittle flowing from his bottom lip.
"No master I don't. I don't care either. Do as you wish. I am your servant, your toy, and my well being is not a matter on this pane or another." the elf cried out. He felt like his insides were on fire, but in a good way.
"Music to my ears" the wolf barked, thrusting his dick into the elf one last time before shoving his knot deep inside Ryh. Ryh cried out, stretching his anus a few inches bigger. However the elf was not in pain, quite the opposite in fact. He felt sensations unknown to his species, gay sex is not very common let alone knots. So the elf took in every second of this feeling. The wolf came inside him with a force never before seen, filling the elf with life changing seed. The wolf and him were tied and as the elf began to change the lycan held him possessively, the rest of the bar was starting to wake from their slumber.
The change for the elf happened sooner than the werewolf expected, but all the same to him; the sooner the better. First noticeable change was his pointy elven ears migrated to Ryh's head becoming more wolf like. Next, his face out stretched and protruded to form a long lupine like muzzle, however it wasn't fully wolf. The rest of the elf's tall skinny build became more defined and toned as fur browner than the biggest piece of dog shit you have ever seen grew from his pasty white skin. Hands and feet became paws. A long flowing tail grew from his backside, giving him more pleasure and thrill at the sight of the new appendage. His horns turned a bright white. His cock grew to about 9 inches and was covered in the same brown fur, but the overall shape remained the same
mere seconds. Mere seconds of exotic sensations for the elf, delightful moments of satisfactions for the true werewolf, and the worst five seconds for the other seven members of the bar. They gaped in horror at what lay before them standing up preparing to leave.
"Master, can I have some release too? My dick hurts really badly "Is that so pup, I know just the thing slave." The lycan moaned running his warm pad clad paws over and around to meet with Ryh's firm cock. The alpha werewolf slowly and methodically pawed the younger lycan off, teasing the new werewolf with his claws. Rubbing the boy's horns with one paw the more powerful werewolf stroked his newest thrall off with the other, both creatures moaning and growling nosily. "You're close to completing your change young one, once you do you'll be bound to me forever! Finish young wolf.... change and be the beast you were meant to be, wild and feral!" The alpha werewolf huffed into the changing elf's sensitive lupine ears. Ryh wiggled his fuzzy brown toes shifting his weight onto them suddenly, his lush tail brushing the alpha lycan's muzzle playfully. Bringing a paw hand to his face Ryh inspected his ivory claws licking at them, feeling his rough calloused palms become raised black pads on his tongue. "This is incredible, I never should have fought you! I feel so wonderfully feral, so full of energy...life!" Ryh groaned aloud feeling his hips splay out allowing him to take more of his master into himself. "S...so close pleeeease master, let me cum!" The younger werewolf pleaded with eyes fading to a rich amber hue.
"Yes my slave cum, cum all over this floor and be forever a werewolf!" at this order Ryh came, forever shedding most of his elfish heritage. He came and sent ropes and ropes of cum in every direction, coating three people in front of him. It was the best moment of his life.
The werewolf pulled out of him, the seed pouring out of Ryh's tail hole. The wolf was proud of his new pup, and turned his sights to the rest of the bar. "Come child, let us make the rest of these humans like us!" the humans in the bar grew wide-eyed. And one of them made the stupidest mistake he could.
"Fuck no! I'm not becoming one of you. You.. Freaks!" It was Dave who cried out. In a sift and fluid motion, like ultimate ninja only more violent, Dave grabbed the poisoned dagger and stabbed Ryh's alpha in the back, killing him with a extremely deadly blend of moonglove and nightshade. Ryh was powerless to stop him, caught off guard. But once it happen instinct took over. Chanting "Dayus" then grabbing the dagger out of his now former alpha and slitting every one's throats calmly and peacefully. Revenge was a dish best served cold. That what the elf teachings were and they seemed to fit the crime. "Exmahinos" He calmly watched every one fall.
Everyone besides his master. "Child, come hither." he did so though something told him that he was no longer obligated to follow orders " Young Ryh, I'm not long for this world, even with our slight healing abilities. This poison is strong. Before I depart, you said I had the spark, probably true. But you must know how to change others and how to change yourself back to an elf as we do not ordered by the moon. To shift forms just will it. And I think you can guess what to do about others now go face the world and build a pack." the dying lycan was on the floor, muttering his final words" fortitudo pack lupes est et fortitudo est lupus pack" he collapsed and died never to see his own pack grow
Ryh never learned the name of his dead master. He left earth and went to Alara to fight bolas, not before gathering pack of his own. (Not on earth) and although he never defeated nicol bolas (the still fight to this day) his master never really died, because his memory still lives on.
Author's note
Nicol Bolas is a big evil dragon planeswalker, who resides in the plane of alara. If you care to know more just look up planeswalker bios on www.wizards.com/magic
(Follow links to the web comics)
Any thing that is mentioned here and on there is property of wizards of the coast
This is a fan fiction. Moonglove is deadly poison, really deadly also property of wizards of the coast