Under a Luminous Sky
Under a Luminous Sky
The brightly illuminated skyscrapers shine deeply into the black sky of a clouded and rather windy night. Autumn breezes fondle with fallen leaves over empty streets, the people of one of the biggest metropolises in a large area being already asleep after a day of hard work, nobody but a few gangs roaming dangerous dark alleys in the shadows of the taller buildings. It's a special night at the same time, the round circular silhouette of the yellow moon reflecting from wet asphalt, suddenly blurred by the step of a large grunting thing that jumps from ground level up onto the roofs of an old church at the border of the city. Breathing heavily, and seemingly wincing in pain, a black anthro wolf holds his chest, groaning and looking towards the moon which seems to be the cause of his demise.
"Fuck, why can't it just stop?" the werewolf complained, feeling weak and exhausted and not in the right state to really think about it either.
His name was John, as he still was a human, but each and every night when the moon shines brightly enough, he would transform into something despised by humans for many generations. Bitten just a week ago while he went home from the disco after midnight, he was punished by a life in nothing but pain in the nights, and a phobia of the sunlight at daytime. And the transformation wasn't even the worst part of all, the extreme crave for something to eat, and new instincts telling him what to do and where to find it, delete his own personality, memories and feelings progressively each passing hour. The lone canine tried everything, from plundering stores to munch on raw flesh, yet nothing made this incredible urge for food go away.
Sighing sadly, he looks around himself in order to catch any clues of what to do with his life from now on. He had read stories and old documents about the phenomenon of lykanthropie, a fact that always comes back into his mind was that werewolves never lived alone, but terrorized towns, cities forests and other places always in a team of two. John's instincts tell him as well that he has to find another one of their kind, that's why he roams through the hole city in first place, getting a know of all the different locations he could accidentally find another hunting specimen which resembles a fierce wolf. But he had no luck so far, it seems the best thing he could do was to seek out a human who would be complement with him, by his smell, behaviour or bodily structure. Groaning in his need for strength and a partner, he curls himself up on top of the building, weakly feeling the empty pain inside of him.
Felix did what he always spent to do after a long day at work, he was just twenty years old and already head over toes stumbling around in one of the latest businesses he had discovered for himself... running a cloud computing company from his living room. He wasn't really the tech geek though, yet he managed just nicely with the few servers he bought from what little he had for investment. Looking lazily onto his quite generously sized television, he enjoyed a good online multiplayer session of some random new game he bought for his home console. But he lost, like always... everything he does ends in a loss or another over time, he didn't have high hopes for his little company other, if you could even call it that way with him as the only employee, employed by himself ironically. Sighing and gazing outside the window into the black night, which was just illuminated by some of the roaming lights of a disco in a distant district, Felix thought that it would be the best to go to bed now. Not being dependant on normal times was a big plus, his sleep cycle was almost as random as the cables twirl around themselves in his living room. Stumbling over some of the while cursing loudly, he finally manages to lay down onto a lone mattress into the kitchen, which also had huge translucent panorama doors onto a quite tiny balcony. Two rooms were enough for him by far, because he didn't plan for anybody else to stay with him for quite a while... oh how wrong he was.
Suddenly, a loud burst shatters the silence of the night, over toning the fans of the computers in the next room by a multiplied amount of decibel... a roar accompanying the shattered glass of the once beautiful - yet dirty - old panorama doors. Gasping and yelping, Felix sits up instantly, only to look into a fierce grinning muzzle of a big wolf, something which terrified the living shit out of him. Was that just a dream... he doesn't know, yet it felt so real. The stinky breath of the monstrosity brushes through his face, strings of saliva connecting the dangerous fangs of the canine as he roared again, just louder and in a more demanding way, forcing the human down with heavy clawed paws, ripping through the clothes with ease.
"F-fuck, w-what the hell are you, what do you want from me?", Felix screamed terrified, unable to move under the monster which pinned him down onto the ground. His green eyes quivered while his brownish hair was soaked into the saliva of the wolf.
"I don't want anything from you," the wolf growled back... in deep surprise because most what he expected were pleads not to kill or hurt him. "I need you, to survive."
"Leave me alone, go away, I don't really care for that, look for somebody else you creepy... ugly... despicable beast. I know that you are a werewolf, I've seen one before... I know that you have your own will and mind, so use that," Felix answered after he calmed down a bit again, knowing that the creature might not be a threat for him as much as he expected after the vicious luring attack while he was uttermost defenceless.
"I'm not a monster, I am a human... just like you," the fierce looking wolf snarls back, his sweaty fur smelling just like a wet dog. "I can't decide what I want anymore, if I don't follow my instincts, I might die tonight, so there is no other choice but... to make you a werewolf as well, in order to make myself survive. I don't care about you, I just need to use you... whatever you say is futile, I can't bear this pain any longer," he snarls in a dangerous, yet wincing voice, being so hungry, so mutilated... so deeply hurt by what he did right now. "I will tell you just one thing before I gonna make use of you... my name is John, and I am deeply sorry."
"Wait, no, go away, fuck you, umfff," was all that Felix could say, before to his surprise, the fuzzy rump of the werewolf named John was pressed onto his face, holding him down, making him choke because the rancy smell of unwashed canine penetrates his nose. Gagging violently, he was too confused to even try to struggle away, the weight of the wolf pressing him down, subduing him to John which claws his fangs into his legs, constricting him perfectly onto the bed. A long drawn out fart washes through the face of John, gasping for air he opens his mouth wide, just to be greeted by an even stronger sensation, the taste of a shit crusted werewolf pucker that teases over his lips and tongue, another fart tickling over his tongue, almost driving him to vomit. Whatever happened right now, he didn't understand it, not wanting to understand it. Closing his eyes as he notices the tail-hole of John open slowly, accompanied by groans and twitches of the other's tail, an earthy log of shit slides over his tongue, painting his teeth into a brown colour, smoothly digested waste shoving itself to the back of his throat, leaving him no other opportunity but to swallow it down, bit by bit.
Felix's eyes tear up as he was forced to eat the shit of the werewolf sitting on his face, cheeks smacked and locked over his own ones, his mouth forced open as another rancy log of smelly brown faeces shove themselves past the entrance to his oral cavern, an overwhelming sour taste mixing into the earthy note as farts ripple the sturdy pillar into smaller brackets, not long after a smooth cream mixing into the hard crust as a filling. Being quite surprised by himself after a few seconds of this treatment... the taste of the shit grew more and more... likeable, his member building a tent through his shorts, a spot of precum showing his arousal to the grinning, yet deeply relieved werewolf, which seems to loose more and more of his human traits the more of his tasty shit he feeds to the struggling human beneath his tail-hole. It seems like John's body expels all of his human side in the form of brown foul shit, which squeezes and presses into the helpless mouth of the gulping and chewing human... some crusty nuts being thrown into the mix after a while, obviously some bone fragments of the werewolf's former prey. Growling in a feral way, both pain and pleasure made the plump shaft of the canine rise into the cool air of the breezy room, the noise of the city mixing with lewd moist noises of scat eating.
"Yes, that's it... eat it all you little human, become... one of us, the compliment to my form, the missing piece to my puzzle," John yelps and moans in a ghastly voice, squatting some more to shoot some fierce farts down into the stomach of Felix.
The human begins to look strange at that point, his belly swollen full of shit, his whole face smeared into the excrements of the face sitting wolf... just to feel the good feeling intensifying inside of him, his mind accepting the fact that he has to eat all of that incredible treat, his eyes gleaming in desire as more turds push in his mouth, the amount being quite over the limit he normally could eat. Cracking bones and deep breathes accompany him as he was fed, his spine getting longer, back getting broader, as well as a soft layer of grey fur pushing out of his shrivelling skin, that turns almost red with black dots all over in a quite random pattern. Furthermore, the ass of the werewolf sitting on his face was pushed up by some reforming movements in his face, fangs sprouting and reforming his once dull teeth into deadly weapons, his tongue getting raspy, a maw forming and drawing his face out into a canine like shape. Felix's ears grow pointy and longer, the gray fur travelling up all over his neck, spreading itself over his muscular getting arms, more feral like, ever so muscular legs... yet he stays smaller than the wolf above him, his smell resembling the one of a more submissive specimen. His claws turned out to be quite dull compared to the flesh ripping counterparts of John, his fuzzy chest getting quite muscular, yet not as muscular as the other canine's ones. Seemingly, he turned slowly and painfully into a resemblance of a werewolf, yet weaker, smaller and with a gray color which wouldn't do any good in the night if he would had to hunt for pray. But he didn't think of that right now, his mind was all focused on the overwhelming flood of tasty shit that penetrates his maw still, his black moist nose dipping a bit into the musky rancy insides of John's spread pucker, inhaling the smell of his new... owner. Yes, his new instincts told him exactly what he was now, he was owned by the lycanthropist who marked him with his musk and shit.
After some more minutes, the now empty satisfied John stood up, and wiggles his rump clean of the last swaying turd, which drops directly onto Felix's face, smearing all through his grayish gleaming fur. Looking all over what he did, he grins as his internal pain dampens away, his goal finally reached... his eternal life partner, his mate, and his owned producer being born.
"Finally, I've waited so long for this... but I finally came to understand why this had to happen," he growls, obviously all an anthro wolf now, his black fur looking quite dangerously as leaming yellow eyes look over the shivering and writhing other wolf below of him, shit smeared and holding his lower belly and abdomen in pain. "From the old stories I had grasped, that once you are bitten and become a werewolf, your body looses the ability to digest and produce many vital vitamines, minerals and the ability to turn sugar into energy... that's why I did this to you."
Felix looks quite confused at this statement, because he never really read anything about werewolfs before, and now he was one himself for the twisted turn of events, yet the one named John stated that he was needed for his survival? But there was it again, piercing pain inside of him, almost unbearable as his cock throbs hard, all the clothes ripped from his body as his dull claws poke and stroke over his voluminous member. From what he had seen so far, his package was bigger than the one of his owner, and his balls plumper and heavier, inflating more by each second, the pain in his intestines were unbelievable, as if they shift around to fit into his new body.
"But my instincts told me far more about this eternal companionship, because I never knew that my shit would turn somebody else in a producer werewolf... I am a predator werewolf as it seems. As a one of them, I am bound to hunt for prey to swallow down, digest it as good as possible while it still is alive... to make food for the producer werewolf... which is you, John. Yes, I know your name, your smell tells me everything about you," he growls in his dangerous, yet strangely accommodating and soothing voice for John's ears.
"Your body changes, your insides change... you will become totally dependant on my shit to survive. You will get energy out of no other kind of food anymore but my produced faeces, which you have to swallow in order to survive. Only your body will be able to synthesize and produce the vitamins and energy I need for my own survival, we are a team from now on, a symbioses out of predator and producer. Your instincts... will tell you what you have to do now... and each day of your lust filled serving life," Felix growled, before raising his tail and getting down on all fours, wiggling his rump a little to spread his intoxicating smell through the whole room and many miles through the wind which roams through the gaping open shattered window, the fur of the gray werewolf, and his own black fur, swaying in beautiful unity as Felix stands up. His transformation seems to be complete, his heavy plump watermelon sized balls swaying from the left to the right as he stands up on two legs, his canine nose sniffling as his instincts drive him to move closer to his owner.
"I-I don't understand anything... yet it makes perfectly sense to me now. I feel so... fulfilled, happy... deeply wanted and needed. A feeling I never had in my life before... for the first time, I seem to be truly happy... and really horny," he growls with a lustful smirk over his muzzle, the tip of his member rubbing over the bigger and stronger werewolf who offered his musky rump to him, the tip of his malehood rubbing over the still fresh shit of the surface, before shoving itself violently inside. A loud moist smack echoes through the room as his balls slap against the much smaller ones of the dominant wolf receiving his cock into his tail-hole, yelping and growling in feral pleasure to finally get what he always wanted, what he needed in order to survive, the pure cum of his submissive owned partner. Looking like nothing more but a horny puppy as Felix drills inside John's spread pucker, slithering over the prostate to dig the tip of his member far inside the musky insides of the wolf's bowels, he has the uttermost will and only one determined goal in mind... he has to provide his nutrient cum to his owner in order to make him survive, so that he could hunt for prey and turn it into more tasty shit for him. His whole mind revolves just around the tasty shit of John now, he wants more of it, he is happy when he smells it, gulps it down, devours it greedily... yet he will just get more if he accepts his fate as a producer werewolf.
"That's it puppy, give me all your cum, rock my needy hole as hard as you can," Felix yelps out in lust, his own member bouncing up and down as his willing partner fucks him with long and hard thrusts, giving him quite a ride as his juicy cock coats his shit smeared insides into tickling precum, which seems to be an appetizer for the hungry wolf. His tail-hole was quite tight, and the more Felix thrives his cock inside, the smoother and rippled his quivering insides became. He had to make the best out of his new fate, living his new life as he supposed to, fitting into his new role while droplets of sweat dampen his gray stinking fur into his own feral musk note. Milking motions tug hard on his member, making it almost impossible to keep an orgasm back any while longer, his heavy balls being filled to the edge with parts of the properly digested shit of his owner... his master, as he will call him from now on, out of his own free will, combined with his new instincts.
"O-oh god, I gonna cum," Felix yelped in a low rumbling voice, his jaw wide open, tongue lolling out in pleasure as John below him follows him with a few sharp snarls and deafening persistent growls. The tip of his long bushy tail twitches while his balls tug up, his cock squirting a huge amount of white creamy cum into the pucker of the black canine beneath him, which shoots a fountain of a more concentrated mix of potent seed and piss onto the mattress below of them both. Quickly tightening his tail-hole up to hinder any cum which might leak outside from the heavy stream of freshly produced seeds, the swelling knot of John helped out by being pierced past the quivering anal ring, swelling to a huge size to lock them both together... a strange sight, because this mating was more of a ritual to exchange nutrients than for sexual pleasure itself. Why else would a dominant wolf allow a lesser one to mount and fuck him hard? This special kind of intercourse would only happen like once a week, all other times it would be the other way around, and of course fresh shit being fed to the producer kind.
"Yes, keep cumming you dirty slave," John proclaims, feeling the strength returning into his worn body, bubbling absorbing sounds could be heard as his anal gland absorbs the creamy seed directly into his body, finally giving him all the energy he needs for survival, for hunting, to support his monstrous form. "I-I am, master," Felix howls in response, his knotted cock still shooting string after string of smelly salty cum into the anal cavern of his owner, dwelling in more than just lust, the will to serve to be fed again by the tasty shit he already misses so much.
Almost a month later from the happenings of that fateful night, both John and Felix left all of their once human side behind, not needing the moon anymore because due to their partnership, they developed into perfect werewolves, each adapted the traits of their respective type and made them totally dependant on each other, as well as good friends above the predetermined status of submissive and dominant, slave and master. Moving together from town to town, the strange pair of the silver and black werewolves were soon feared and hunted by many independent hunters, the police and other instances.
When John didn't hunt for prey, they both mated pretty regularly, Felix's tail-hole urging for the return of his sexy master each and every morning when he came back to their hideout, to receive pleasureable plows of a musky needy cock into his uttermost tight tail-hole. Due to the transformation, he didn't need to shit anymore, making his pucker degenerate and just being their for pleasure, just like a boypussy, only existing to pleasure his master with supreme tightness, natural lubricant making the intrusion easy and really pleasurable for both sides.
"Seems like we got pretty famous, master," Felix murrs with a wide grin over his muzzle as he watches him returning to their hideout, a dead bleeding man in between his strong jaws, slowly ripping his tasty meal open with sharp claws and sick cracking noises, accompanied by muscle twitches of the dead prey. "Well, isn't it pretty obvious, that's why we never stay at one place for too long, or people may find us... they just don't understand that they are hunted for once, that they are prey too for a species above them," Felix responds while violently ripping the flesh apart, gulping it down with swallowing and slurping noises. "But enough from that, I need new energy before we move on to the next place we will dwell, you know what you have to do, right?" he asks with a bloody grin on his muzzle, his prey being all devoured, a loud fart coming from his crusted musky tail-hole, not having shit a whole week long to save it all up for his needy producer.
"Of course, fill me all up with your tasty shit, please master," Felix yips in obvious lust, his cock being all erect already, his maw opened wide as he lays down onto the floor. "Use me as your toilet, feed me, give me what I need so much, please," he begs, moaning in deep pleasure as he watches John squatting down, his spread cheeks hovering above him as a few more rippled farts wash through his now silver fur, the one of John being as black as a shadow to be perfectly invisible during night time. Cooing in delight as the first of many brown turds fall into his already munching muzzle, he felt true ecstasy and happiness again, smooching the shit through his fangs, before swallowing it in uttermost enjoyment, the flavour of human and wolf being mixed into a perfect coexistence, one which tasted better than anything else on the whole world... was there a hint of rabbit as well? Who knows what John gobbles down as snack between his big hunts.
"Good slave, eat all of my shit," he growls, his cock jumping and throbbing hard as well, suddenly holding an especially big turd inside to push his cock inside the shit smeared maw of his submissive property, pissing his musky urine into the needy maw canine's suckling maw, who coughs a few times, but happily starts to drink all of it, the spicy taste adding perfectly to the mix of shit and saliva. They both found out not so long after the first few mutual feeinds, that piss plays an important factor for the producer as well, adding more energy into the overall mix to induce muscle growth in both the predator's and producer's body, as well as keeping their fur slick and shiny. Unloading his while bladder in the happily drinking wolf, he couldn't hold the suckling sensations anymore, his stream of yellow disposed fluids dying down, hot white cum forcing itself down through the gullet into the bubbling digesting belly of Felix, who had tears in his eyes due to happiness. Not long after that overflowing meal of fluids, John squatted down over his property and friend again, shitting a violently big turd into his wide open maw, which was so big the other had to seal his lips around the wide open pucker, suckling it directly from it while biting and munching it down into smaller bits, swallowing happily and with joyful tears in his eyes, his balls swelling bigger and bigger, way over their initial watermelon sized roundness.
"Urgh, that's a good boy," John comments the acceptance of this fat turd, feeling all emptied up again, and in need for new energy... standing up without any more words, he sits down onto the hard throbbing canine member of Felix, shoving it all the way inside of his smooching shit leaking tail-hole, grinding up and down in a rapid pace to milk and jerk the gray werewolf's member to get his much needed nutrients, vitamins and energy... everything he needs for survival, to let the other fulfil the part of his trade for the symbioses of them both wolves. Riding the cock as hard as he could, Felix moans as he still licks over his shit smeared, cum stained, piss dampened maw, swallowing the last bits of that tasty mix into his gurgling stomach, before with a few more lewd slaps onto his crotch and balls, they explode into a steady stream of creamy salty cum, accompanied with all his owner couldn't digest, all he craves for so much in order to hunt more pray for them both, to travel further through the country... fulfilling their destiny as hunters of the night.
"I love you so much... master," Felix squeals in perfect happiness, shooting and emptying his load deeply into the absorbing pucker of John, whose muscles and body seems to grow a little and get stronger. "I love you as well, my little slave, may we both never part our ways, ever," John growls back, smiling in joy and satisfactory happiness as well. They truly looked like two pieces of a puzzle, finally united and eternally bound together.
~ The End