The White Beast
This is one of those random bursts of brain-goo that just spurted out of my head and landed on paper. I am quite pleased with the resulting story, and I hope you enjoy it too! Those who leave comments are given cookies.
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The grass and wind tingled gently against the boy's skin. There was something strange in the air. The smell of the air was sweet and light, fluffy in a way. The wind was coming from the forest. His mother would be calling him soon, as night would be falling in an hour. She and his father had warned him about the forest before, saying that the beast of the forest would snatch him away if he went out at night. But the tales of monsters were something he no longer believed in, there was no reason for a boy so near the age of manhood to believe in them.
He stood up in the warm sunlight, and looked back once at his home to see if anyone was watching. Then he ran to the forest. His shoes were left behind, so his feet fell softly on the green grass of the forest. The animals of the forest fled as he ran further into the emerald colored leaves. Trees flew by and soon became nearly invisible to him as he ran to the source of the smell. The forest eventually became so thick that he had to stoop and twist himself through holes between trunks and low branches. His clothes became ripped in several places; the shirt left a large piece of itself behind on a branch while a low branch nicked his leg so it just barely bled.
He ran as fast and long as he could, the stars where starting to shine when he had to stop. His heart was racing and his breaths came in gasps. He felt like he had been running for the whole day. He stopped at a small pool of water with a creek running through it and drank from it, but it was unable to sate his thirst. His stomach filled with water, but still he could not feel full. Eventually he just sat and leaned up against a nearby tree as tiredness consumed him like he had consumed the water.
Even though he was tired, he looked out into the trees. The scent was very strong now, strong enough that he could even begin to taste it in the air. He spotted the source of the scent. A white beast stared at him from the far side of the creek and pool. Its soft blue eyes glittered in the night, and its muzzle looked canine in nature. The boy could feel no fear as the enormous white wolf, a wolf taller than his father was, that walked on two legs and had hind legs looked as much like a human's as a wolf's, walked silently toward him. No mortal creature could move that silently.
The wolf jumped, but he jumped strangely. He moved his legs like he was just climbing up a step, and he landed without the whisper of a sound on the side of the creek the boy was on. All the while the boy could not stop looking directly into the wolf's eyes. The wolf soundlessly moved still closer, kneeling to come down to the boy's level. With their eyes level, the wolf made the first sound of the night.
The boy heard a quiet inhale from the wolf, and he felt himself being tugged towards the wolf. He felt like he could feel the fur on the wolf. It was soft and smooth; it made him feel warm to hold it. But he had not moved at all. His body was still tired and heavy against the tree.
He heard the wolf inhale again. The boy felt the warmth of the fur, he could literally feel the calm in the wolf's water-blue eyes, but he could no longer feel much of his body. For what felt like a minutes he felt like he was forgetting how to breathe.
The wolf inhaled a third time. He now felt the vastness of the wolf's mind. It stretched in every direction, and he felt himself wrapped up in it. The warmth of love was the beat of his heart, the calmness of peace became his eyes, and the feeling of abundance became his body.
And just as he felt he had found the perfect home, he felt it begin to slip away. He felt the wolf exhale. He was losing his firm grip in that warm and comfortable mind, and he could once more begin to feel his body. The boy felt like he was being set in a cradle by his mother.
The wolf exhaled again. The boy could no longer feel the mind of the wolf, but he still clung to the feeling of the wolf's warm fur and the calm in those eyes. He wished to feel the way he did in the wolf's mind once more, just once more.
As the wolf exhaled for the third and last time, the boy felt only his body once more. And his body was telling him that he was lying in sun warmed grass, and he had fur and a tail. He rolled over, wagging his small, puppy tail as he tried to stand up. His master helped him stand, the white furred paw holding him steady as his shaky white footpaws tried to grip the ground to help him stand, he fell back against a white thumb as he fumbled. However, he just could not stand up. He settled for crawling on all fours, and scurried over to his master's white footpaws, each of them just as big as he was.
And the footpaws turned away, beginning to walk away from the pup next to the same creek that he had been found at. The puppy felt the strongest sense of loneliness he had ever felt, and his sky blue eyes began to water. He looked up at his master, for what he thought would be the last time. As he looked, his master stopped and looked back at him. He wanted the little pup to follow him.
Renewed with excited joy, he shakily crawled forward on all fours. He stumbled over a rock or two, but was soon rewarded by his master. A furless hand was placed in front of him. It looked so similar to his own front paws, but hunger stopped him from analyzing too long before his sharp puppy teeth bit deep into the juicy meat. His muzzle was soon covered in red while he stripped the meat from the bone, his front paws gripping the meat so he could get more and more of it in his hungry maw as he ate. He only became hungrier as he took more bites.
Eventually he had nothing but bones in front of him, and he looked up at his master. His master had lain down to watch the pup eat, and when the pup looked at him, he smiled. The puppy let his eyes grow big as he gazed deeply into his master's eyes, and made a small whine. His master stood up and revealed a carcass of a creature a few feet shorter than his master was.
The puppy instinctively stood up, and walked over to the feast. His master walked nearby and curled up for a nap. The puppy's teeth tore through the skin of the corpse with a missing hand, tore off the ragged clothes that it had, and each juicy muscle that was unstrung from bone found itself in the stomach of the puppy. He made bigger and bigger bites into the feast, gobbling down skin, muscle, organs, and every edible bit of flesh.
The sun had gotten as high as it would in the sky when he was finished, and laid down gnawing on a thigh bone. His master stood up, and he followed suit. He followed his master happily, noticing that he was now just as tall as his master. He was now a fully grown wolf. His master led him to the pond that hadn't quenched his thirst earlier and took a drink. He sunk his bloody muzzle into the water, and found it refreshing at long last. He washed his paws and chestfur in the clear water, letting the creek wash away what was left of the old ways of the human.
The wolf threw his head out of the water and took in a fresh breath of summer air. His master chuckled at the sight, stepping back as the new wolf shook himself dry. The wolf was now pure white and clean, his tail was wagging casually behind him, and he walked toward his master. His master took the new wolf's muzzle in his paw and licked the nose, causing his servant to blush at the affection. He pulled at his servant's paw, not that his servant needed the extra encouragement to follow his master.
He followed his master as a pace that was as fast as a cheetah in sprint, weaving his way through the trees like it was child's play, but his master looked far more graceful than he. Minutes had past, no more, but yet they had arrived at the edge of the plains and were at a mountain. From here he could see the village of humans, but he did not even think to look and see it.
He followed his master inside a cave. The cave was lit without lights and had pelts of fur lining the back of the cave for sleeping on. His master led him to the pelts and laid him down, letting him relax on the soft fur. His master licked the nose of his servant again, and the familiar blush returned. This time he did not stop, he continued and licked until his servant opened his maw. Then his tongue dove into the warmth and wrapped around his servant's tongue.
Kissing his master had a profound effect on him, his sheath bulged out with his wolfcock starting to peek out, his tail wagged excitedly, and he found himself rubbing the sheath of his master. He felt his master growing in his paw, and the warm rod was a little wet and hard, and still growing. His master began to hump his paw softly, a trickle of pre slid down the rod and onto his paw, and he felt his master's tongue twist excitedly. He was ecstatic that he could make his master feel so good that he barely noticed his master's paw beginning to rub his own cock.
He moaned into the kiss, and his master took the advantage by kissing him deeper, interlocking their muzzles. He rubbed his master's cock faster. His tail thumped happily against the fur on the floor. He needed to breathe soon, and his master noticed. His master pulled up from the kiss, and they both gasped for breath. He threw his head back, but his master began nibbling on his neck. He moaned loudly as his master moved lower still and licked over one of his nipples and then the other.
His master's member was now out of his reach, but his master continued to massage his sheath. His instincts told him what his master was doing. His master continued moving lower and lower until his pointed cock was resting at the tip of his master's nose. Air was pushed out of his lungs as his master took the tip of the cock into his muzzle. The soft, wet, warmth cause him to spurt pre against the back of his master's throat.
His cock sunk deep into the muzzle, until his balls rested against the warm chin. He moaned loudly as he felt his master suck him for the first time. Even as his master began milking his cock, he wanted his master to feel just as good as he did. He squirmed under his master, urging his master to let him have access to his cock in ways he did not yet understand.
His master sensed the thoughts of his servant, and held him steady as he swung his lower half over his servant's face, his wolfcock resting on his nose. He bobbed his head along his servant's shaft while his cock was slowly being tasted and loved on by his servant. His servant's cock hit the back of his throat with pre, it tasted a little sweet and salty, but the strongest taste was his servant. His servant's pre was the essence of his smell, one drop and he would be able to smell it for miles.
His master's cock tasted exactly like he thought it would. It was a taste that made him want the semen from it in his belly right now. He bobbed his head faster on his master's cock, his instincts covering his teeth with his tongue and causing his hips to thrust up into his master's muzzle. And then his master pulled away, both of their cocks hard in the open air.
He felt what his master was going to do, and spread his legs wide as the thoughts seeped into each other's minds. His master's cock rested at the entrance to his tailhole, prodding the ring of muscle and they looked deep into each other's eyes. One thought exchanged between them, and the servant completely surrendered to his master.
The tip of his master's cock slid past the ring of muscle slowly, letting his virgin hole become accustomed to its feel. His master bent over him and kissed him again. His tongue licked against his master's as his master's cock slipped gently inside him. He did not need to make himself relax to help let his master in, he had been relaxed since his master's first touch, and he trusted his master to hold his heart in his hands. Then his master's rod bumped into a point in his body that forced most of the air out of his lungs. His cock spurted fresh pre against their chests while his short breaths gripped his lungs and one thought dominated his mind. He needed more.
He lost control and thrusted his hips back into his master's lap so his cock sunk deep into his tailhole. His master nibbled at his neck and began humping his soft ass eagerly. He moaned as his master caused and ocean of pleasure to pulse through him, like his master was the moon and the pleasure was the rapid tide. His master got faster and faster in this loving act and he felt a new sensation from his master's cock. The base of the cock was growing, becoming wider and harder to re-enter his tailhole with each thrust. He moaned loudly when the knot grew too large for his master to pull out, because with each pump of his master's hips it grinded against the special spot inside him.
His cock was twitching in the immense feelings that his master caused. Blobs of his pre matted his and his master's chests, he felt the base of his own cock grow just like his master's, and he howled in bliss when one of his master's paws gripped and squeezed his knot. Something clicked within him shortly thereafter, and it shivered down his spine before his cock shot thick strands of his seed in between their chests.
His orgasm made his tailhole spasm and tighten around his master's knot, and he felt his master fill his ass with his seed. Thick spurts reached spots deep inside him and he never wanted to let them back out. His master wrapped his arms around his servant and pulled him even closer. He nuzzled his muzzle under his master's and felt sleep tug on his eyes. Before they drifted off to sleep together, he realized that this was not like the tiredness he felt as a human. This tiredness was more like being full after a feast. It was contentment, peace, the kind that only came to him now. Now that all of his hungers had been satisfied.