Never cross a wolf
The pack run free in the mountain forests and plains, wisps of grey mist loping steadily in pursuit of their prey, revelling in the wind and the scents on the air and the sheer exuberance of life. The huge timber wolf was majestic, still and quiet against the gloaming as if it were a sculptured part of the slab-like boulder on which it stood.
The animals's head was tilted back slightly as it delicately sniffed the evening air, redolent with the scent of the ubiqyitous pine forest. The great body sloped down from the shoulders to where the bushy tail rested between muscular hind legs. Behind and to the right of where the wolf stood the sun was sliding into daily oblivion. Soon. white, damp mist would creep down through the forest. impenetrable and seemingly ailve, to fill the valley far below. Suddenly the wolf crumpled to the ground, as a man, hidden downwind shot at him, as his life ebbed away he cried for help, for saviour...and was answered.
The mountains and the forest were dappled silver and black as full moon and smothering darkness vied for supremacy. A young male Indian stood on a vast platform of rock which dominated a timber-free clearing, naked and unadorned save for strange splashes of paint which gave an animal-like appearance to his stringy body. Around the rock, still and uncanny in the watchfullness, sat the grey shadows of the wolf pack. The Indian drew a deep breath and began a low keening wolf howl, gradually lifting and throwing back his head until, as his howl reached its crescendo, he was staring straight into the face of the moon. The circling wolves, too, threw back their elongated heads as they joined in the dirge...
In another dimension, connected to this by a need of revenge, something stirred restless, a patched of darkness which stretched itself into a long and slender lupine shape. Created of vengeance from nothingness, its sole need was to destroy.
With a silent, and deadly snarl, the ethereal creature set out to find its prey...the one who had taken away the life of its earth-bound body.
Somewhere on the oher plane, the ebon, prowling wolf-shape stopped and raised its head, nostrils flaring. It had caught a whiff of something to lead it to its eagerly awaited apeasement, the odour of blood...
The man that had killed the wolf sat moodily in his chair in the study, nursing a large glass of brandy, with the decanter placed within reach. It was about 2:30 am and he had been unable to sleep, for the fourth night running. He was sat watching the wolf rug that now graced the large wooden floors in front of his wood burning fire. The rug scared him slightly, as he thought that it was staring at him noting all of his weaknesses..
As he thought this, he suddenly grew angered and squeezed the glass too hard, causing it to splinter and dig into his hand, when he saw the blood, he let it drip onto the wolf head. However in front of the fire, the blood gowed wetly where it fell onto the fangs of the wolf. For a moment, he thought the wolf would come alive and attack him, but then the fire ebbed down again. With a shudder he left the room and returned to his room, not looking back at the rug, or the room.
The fire cast strange shapes onto the walls, and also the shapes were seen in fire at the ancient Indians teepee, where he sat outside, naked along with the young Indian who had mourned with the wolves, after their brother, father, leader and mate had been slaughtered by the man-creature. Visible around the outside were the pack, but however now they grouped around a young pair of wolves, male and female, they wanted vengeance and it showed in how they flicked their tails, and gave little howls and sobs occasionally.
The ancient Indian got up and bowed respectfully to the young pair, thrown into leadership by the death of their father. They lowered their heads back and the male stood up and walked forward to the young Indian who sat still entranced by the fire-shapes. The male wolf walked past the fire, and stood in front of him, obscuring his view of the fire.
"My brother I am so sorry I didn't help" the wolf put his nose to the young Indians nose and showed him wolf-images of what happened, how their father had stood so proud, making sure they were safe, then the man-creature, like the Indian but not the Indian had done something that destroyed their father.
The male wolf returned to his mates side, and the ancient Indian sat back down creaking a little
" now watch..." they both lean forward and stare deep into the fire, as did the wolves.
Within the shadows a pool of darkness emerges, stretches and separates into a familiar lupine shape, now hideously distorted so that the muscles in the neck were twice as thick, and ethereal drool dripped from its mouth. As the shape prowled the walls, a ghostly howl echoed around the room, but not interrupting what was taking place in the bedroom...
The man grunted as his balls swung, while he pounded into the willing woman that lay beneath him, gasping and sweating. He was lost as his balls tightened, and he groaned out his release, collapsing onto the woman, leaving her unfulfilled for the moment. He lay on her until he got his breath back before returning to lick in between her legs, he couldnt see the shape on the wall behind him, but he felt the roaring surge of lust, and the need to take her again and again, with or without her consent.
The man dreamed, he was running free, and loving the feeling, knowing his mate at his right shoulder, and his son at his left. He ran for the exhilaration that running gave him, and also because of the prey that he was about to take down, proving his strength and cunning once again. The entire pack behind him, he left the trees, making sure it was safe, when he saw the two human brothers, who had helped him as a pup, and also a man-creature that ranked of death, as he scented and saw this he crumpled...dying painfully...feeling his heart slowing...slowing...
He sat up with a jolt, when he felt the blonde underneath him raise a tear soaked face. Growling animalisticaly, he drove back into her, and achieved another release. Slowing now he pulled out and crawled, almost prowled, down to the end of the bed, before running his face up and in between her legs, halting as he got towards the place that awaited him. He drooled and nuzzled her cunt, and stuck out his tongue into her, causing her to gasp for breath with shock. He continued to lick and nibble on her clit, as she started moaning he stuck his tongue in, and began to suck on the juices that she let lose as she screamed out in climax, her cry sounding oddly like the cry of a satisfied bitchdog.
The lupine shape howled out as he started to break free of the possession, and fled weakened for the time, so the man collapsed panting, and almost broken, sobbing and desire unfulfilled.
The Indian pair sat back, and the wolves circled them, as smoke erupted from the fire and a wolf shaped smoke cloud billowed from the fire.
"Well it is done, soon he will desire more than just that weak woman, soon he will desire something more to his...nature" the old Indian smiled as he said this, leaving the younger Indian confused.
"But father you don't mean...?"
"Yes son, soon he will want a bitchdog, and after that, a wolfess...then he will return here, pulled by the wolf spirit when it makes its return to him...then...and only then...can our wolf-brothers have their revenge"
The wolves howled out as the understood, and an eery howling from the fire, and the bedroom joined them, giving its consent...
Th man sat, his sobbing forgotten, and his cock still erect, waiting for the blonde to stop her crying. When she eventually did, his shadow became oddly wolflike, as he reached under the bed and took out a box of items carefully placed there. He took out two pairs of handcuffs and handcuffed her facedown to the metal barred headboard, then placing quite a few pillows under her belly so she is raised up. He then places a row of progressively longer bamboo sticks betwen her legs, opening her painfully wide before prowling forward, and without any warning, plunged his cock deep inside her and gripping her shoulder in his teeth , he drove into her furiously, almost tearing her apart. He continued to thrust for at least twenty minutes, unable to find release. Growling, he released her shoulder, pulled himself out of her slit, and walked upto the top of her bed, rubbing her face into his cock, still erect, forcing her to suck him dry instead.
The man walked down to his local newspaper shop, and bought a paper with classified ads in it, the usual stuff, lawnmowers, cars and pets. He whistled as he walked back remembering how the blonde had left him that morning, after he had refused to let her sleep til it was well into daylight. Now he was looking for something a little more, willing, something that went against his morals, but that his sexual lust demanded. He was looking for a female dog, one that was relatively large and fluffy, as well as full trained, and not a puppy.
When he got home, he looked through the ads circling the ones that interested him, then ringing them up. The first two had been spayed, and were too old, the next few too young. He had almost given up hope, when he found the perfect ad.
He dialled the number, half expecting her to be sold, but excited when she wasn't. He arranged to go right around to view her, knowing instinctively that this was the dog for him.
When he arrived he was beset by a gorgeous salmon pink and white husky, with icey blue eyes. She sniffed at his crotch, where a bulge was readily visible. Tim, her owner, called her to him and and told her to sit. Before Tim could say anything he told him he'd take her there and then. Tim was shocked, but needed a good home of her, so he had to let her go.
The man grinned as he walked her to his car, her scent in his nose. He placed the bag of food, her bowls and all the documentation on the passenger seat, and placed her in the crate in his boot.
Driving home, he was careful, not thinking about the dog, and what he would do with her until he reached his home. Letting her in, he dropped the lead, and opened the backdoor for her.
"Abby!" he called after half an hour of her sniffing all over the house. By now he was naked, and erect, aching for the dogs tight cunt around his cock. He had started to masturbate as the dog came running in, and sniffed at his cock, before carelessly licking at the pre that started to drip from the end. He groaned as she started licking more and more insistently. Halting her before he blew his load, he told her to lay down and roll over. When she had done so, he moved down to her cunt and started to touch it with his finger, the bitch laying there as if this was all normal.
When she started to pant, he knew she was used to this, and experimentally licked at her cunt, expecting a taste similar to a womans juices. His tastebuds exploded at the scent and he dove in eagerly with his tongue, himself out of breath. Pulling himself up quickly he flipped the dog over and told her to stand, then rubbed his cock against her tailhole, unable to find her cunt. Whimpering with need, he drove forward, only to find that her tail hole was too tight for him to move. He pulled out and using a hand, guided himself to her cunt, pushing into it slowly and gently, letting her get used to his size. When he felt she was ready, he began thrusting in and out steadily, her tightness causing colors to flash before his eyes, and he achieved his release within a minute of entering her.
He fell to the floor after he was down, satisfied for now, but feeling Abbie's tongue upon his cock, cleaning both their juices off of him.
"See my son, didn't I tell you that this would happen" the old Indian said to the young one as they gazed into the fire, the wolf shape having plunged back into the man, the hunter, the possessed creature. The wolves nearby watched as their new leader mounted his mate, and thrusting tied himself to her, imitating what was happening in the fire. All the other wolves watched their leaders lustfully, waiting for him to give the command for them to go mad with each other. With a heart-stopping sigh, the alpha wolf howled out his relief, and the wolf shape in the fire flared larger then ever before, fully tied to the man now. This was what all the others had been waitng for, and they went mad with each other, and all that could be seen were the cavortings of the wolves, and of the two naked men...both honoured to be included. The shadows on the teepee showed what was happening, human having sex with wolf, wolf taking human in their muzzles, until there was a veritable orgy going on with the ethereal lupine shape watching and cavorting alone.