Down to The Bone
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Down to the Bone Written by Leo_Todrius
Steam hung in the air almost like a fog, drifting off of the warm pool in the cool building. The sun had finally risen, seeming like an oddly hopeful beacon of light through the tall windows that lines the eastern wall of the pool. The sunlight glittered along the surface, throwing dancing ribbons of light all over the white walls. It was truly majestic for Blake, one of the only times he truly felt at peace. Blake moved through the surface, his arms slicing through it effortlessly before cupping the water, propelling him forward once more. His body almost moved effortlessly, dropping beneath the surface, rippling like a mirage obscured by the wake of his hands. In nearly record time the freshman reached the far end of the pool, bending and contorting around in the water. His feet pressed to the white wall and he pushed off, gliding nearly a quarter of the length from the push off alone. Back and forth, lap after lap, he was unstoppable. Even when Blake changed to the dolphin kick he was unrivaled. Once more Blake made it to the shallow end of the pool, surfacing slowly. As he emerged from the water, tiny droplets collected in his short ashen blond hair. He took several deep breaths of the fluorine and chlorine scented air, icy blue eyes glittering in the morning light. It was no wonder a few had taken to nicknaming him the merboy... but it was just a nickname. The sound of footsteps drew Blake's attention. He turned around, arms resting on the rough textured surface of the cement around the pool. Blake watched as his swimming coach walked over and crouched down, his face grim. He took a breath before he looked at Blake. "Blake... You're not supposed to be here today, it's spring break." The coach said. "I thought if I got some extra practice in I wouldn't get rusty over vacation, I-" Blake was interrupted by the coach's hand as he raised it. "I know how hard it is to get you out of the pool on a normal day... But the faculty was just here for one last meeting. We have to close up; there won't be anyone to supervise you." The coach said. Blake looked crestfallen. "Coach, you can trust me, I promise that I won't let anything bad happen to the pool!" Blake said earnestly. The coach sighed, shaking his head. "I'd trust this pool in your hands before any other student, but you'd keep swimming, wouldn't you? What if something happened and there was no one here? You're just going to have to go home and enjoy spring vacation like every other student out there." The coach said, looking into Blake's eyes, "Now go shower and dry off. I'll lock up once you're out." The coach added before he stood, moving to walk back towards the pool's office. Blake watched him go for a long moment, knowing he had no other choice. Blake waded over to the ladder and grabbed on, slowly heaving himself out of the water. As he emerged the water cascaded over his skin, revealing discolorations. Bruises marked his arms, his legs, even his ribs... all tokens of his brother's 'affections'. Blake had gone to great lengths to avoid the bullying of his brother and his cronies... but Spring Break was going to make evasion a lot harder. Blake heaved one last sigh before he began walking toward the lockers.
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The sound of a gentle drizzle landing on the spring leaves of the trees muffled the sounds in the park past the school grounds. It seemed odd to Blake to see the park in the early morning hours before most of the city had woken up. Everything was so calm, so peaceful... He truly seemed to blend in with his soft green jacket and brown pants. It would have been the perfect way to relax if Blake hadn't been thinking of his brother to roam the streets. Blake had grown up learning what not to be by Tyler's example. Most brothers had sibling rivalry but Tyler... Tyler had some serious problems. He had punched holes in walls in anger, he had broken doors off hinges, he'd gotten into cage fighting and none of that vented his anger. While Blake had the build of a swimmer, lithe and flexible, Tyler had practiced weight lifting and had the build of a tank. He was a dangerous force. After so many years of being Tyler's punching bag, Blake's reaction had finally been to avoid him as much as possible. He had found and even created hiding places in the house. He was practically a ghost to his parents. Blake had even couch surfed as much as he could until all of his friends got tired of him. The pool was just one more way to get away. "You're just too afraid to run away... What good is it being at home?" Blake murmured softly to himself, cursing his inability to do anything to solve the problem other than to stand up to Tyler, only to be nearly hospitalized. Despite how deeply Blake was thinking, his ears detected other sounds... Chortling, laughing, and murmuring. Blake's eyes shot wide. "I figure there's gotta be a few kids that don't remember Spring Break started. We can catch the stragglers and then move out from there." Tyler explained to his friends, running his hand over his newly shaved head. His friends sported the same aesthetic, all black clothes. None of them were paying enough attention to see the specter dressed in brown and green disappearing into the forest. Blake breathed quickly as he left the trail far behind, mindful not to break the sticks and twigs beneath the carpet of old tree needles and ivy. The fact that Tyler was already out there, plotting attacks... It was too much to face. Blake would spend the day and night in the wilderness if he had too. The patter of the rain was growing more intense as he left the trail behind, moving up a sloped hill that seemed ever steeper. Blake was used to exertion, to controlled breathing. He continued up, moving past the ivy line, up a good thirty five feet from where the path had been and at least a couple hundred into the part of the park that wasn't maintained. Blake turned around to try and see the path but there was no sign. It was like true wilderness... even the ground was soft beneath his feet. As Blake turned around to resume walking, the ground proved to be too soft. It began giving way, sending Blake toppling forward into a small earthen pit. The dirt slipped around him as he rolled, mud caking his face and skin. Blake landed roughly, yelping out in pain and shock before hoping no one had heard him. The only ones close enough would certainly give him no help. It didn't take long for Blake to tell he hadn't broken any bones, but he had cut himself. Slowly Blake moved to see what he had fallen onto... and it took every ounce of his strength not to call out in shock. Blake moved back to the edge of the pit, panting softly in shock as he gazed to a very large animal skeleton. The bones looked as if they had been there for some time. There was no trace of decay, of flesh or fur. They were sun bleached except for the stain of red where Blake had cut himself. It was just the collapsed skeleton of some sort of huge canine. Blake knew enough to tell that from the skull, the ribs, the tail... But it was far too big. It was like the difference between seeing the skeleton of a cat and a lion. "And it still feels better than getting beat up..." Blake whispered softly, putting his hand to his side where it felt wet. He felt the tear, saw the red soaking into his shirt. He lifted the green jacket slowly and looked at his wound. It didn't seem that bad despite the blood he had lost. It wasn't even that tender. Blake moved to the edge of the pit and moved to climb up, pausing half way. He looked up at the edge of the pit and then back at the skeleton. Blake sighed slowly before he turned around, sitting down. "They'll still be out there... Hell, maybe they can smell blood." Blake murmured, looking at the skeleton, "You know they'll think I'm crazy for staying with you instead of facing my brother... But it looks like this was a good hiding place for both of us. You weren't disturbed. Well, until now." Blake said, sighing, "You better make a good story to my therapist one day." Blake added. Minutes passed, then likely an hour. Blake had rested in the pit, he had contemplated. The bleeding had stopped a while ago and he seemed to be no worse for the wear, but... entertainment was hard to come by in a pit. Blake looked back at the skeleton, wondering what kind of ancient beast it had been. He'd read about direwolves. Maybe it was some sort of sabertooth canine. "Were you a good fighter? Or were you better with the ladies?" Blake asked after a long moment, smiling, "Maybe you were good with both... Maybe you didn't take anything from anyone. It must have been amazing to be that wild..." Blake said, closing his eyes for a moment. He started to imagine himself being a brawler, a fighter, a lover... Giving everyone exactly what they deserved. Blake's smile grew wider as he imagined before he felt a tight pressure. He opened his eyes slowly, looking down. The brown cloth pants he was wearing had grown tight, his hard arousal tenting them. Blake murmured in surprise. He'd never been that hard before. He reached down gently, palming the bulge in his groin. "Oh god!" He called out in surprise, panting softly. He held his hand there, his hips starting to lift up. He was soon humping his own hand, unable to hold back. It felt far too good, but the pressure was only increasing, getting too much... and even the discomfort felt good in a strange way. Blake was breathing even harder, his heart racing as his chest rose and fell. He imagined more things... Taking a mate like the wolf would have, laying waste to his enemies... reigning over his territory, unafraid. "Ungh!" Blake moaned hard, his back arching. Slowly his hot, wet seed began to soak through his pants, spreading wider and wider in a wet patch that clung to his skin. Blake basked in the afterglow for many minutes as if it was a high from a drug... and even when the glow had faded, he simply rested in wonder. It wasn't until almost an hour later that he had started to consider he had orgasmed without ever taking his pants off. Blake returned his attention to his groin, surprised that even after the orgasm and ignoring his pleasure... that his pants were still tented. Blake grinned with anticipation. Maybe if he jerked off again directly he could get even more pleasure. Blake reached down and lifted his waistband just enough to slide his hand in, moving it down. He grinned wide, slowly curling his hands around the furry, wet sheathe that was there... and then he froze. The hand didn't move, it remained right where he left it... but as many times as Blake tried to figure out what he was feeling, it didn't add up. Slowly Blake moved his hand up his erect cock. The sheathe continued for a bit more before leading to a very hot, hard, slick cock. The juices coated his fingers as he felt himself up, the pleasure almost too much. The shaft was alien to him; long, slender, tapering to a pointed tip... and it was longer than his teenage cock has ever been. Blake slowly unzipped his pants and watched as inch after inch of the shaft emerged. It was large and most certainly canine, animal in every way. Blake looked back at the skeleton for a long moment. "Did you do this?" He asked softly before looking at his shaft again. It was so powerful, so virile... so irresistible. Blake wrapped his fingers around his canine shaft and started stroking himself, working it faster and faster. Copious amounts of clear pre soaked his fingers, coating his hand, but Blake was relentless. This cock was his manhood, his pride. He had been given a gift, the gift of being an alpha male. Blake let out howls and moans of bliss, thrusting into his hand quickly, panting hard. His movements seemed less and less human by the moment, a wildness taking root in his body as he surrendered to the pleasure. His fingers and palm contorted around his canine cock, his fingernails stretching into claws. His wrists surged in size, the muscles in his forearms stretching. His upper arm was next, bulking out significantly. Blake's new, more powerful arm was working the shaft even more, using his new strength to good end. His pectorals started to swell and stretch. Blake's nipples throbbed, growing quite hard and thick... but other points of his abs were tingling as well. As his muscles grew, there came a terrible tearing noise as the cloth t-shirt was stretched beyond its limit. Blake clawed at the jacket to let it open just as his shirt burst, revealing his flesh. He used his free hand to start rubbing at his chest, seeking out the points of sensation. As the claws of his left hand rubbed, flesh darkened and changed, stretching into additional sensitive nipples. "Grrrar..... Amazing..." Blake moaned, gritting his teeth as they stretched to points. He closed his icy blue eyes in a moan before they snapped open again, the color having become a bright yellow. Blake's ears stretched into points, his jaw creaking as it began pushing forward. Blake's left hand suddenly moved, wrapping around his canine cock as well. As the swimmer double fisted his cock, the wet and sloppy member seemed to only stretch longer and thicker, dribbling precum across his exposed stomach. More sounds of tearing fabric came, this time from Blake's feet as the shoes he wore popped their seems. The rubber and leather split, revealing feet that changed and stretched, claws pushing out from the ends of his toes. Blake licked his lips as his canine cock continued to grow, the tip looking so luscious. He leaned forward, stretching his tongue to it. The tongue wriggled and flexed, closing the gap until the very tip touched the slit of his own cock... and power surged through him. Blake's tongue throbbed as it suddenly grew longer and thicker, collecting precum on it. The transforming teenager's face throbbed next as it pushed outwards into a muzzle. Inch by inch Blake's face became more canine until his lips and wild teeth passed over his own cock, allowing him to suck himself off. He slurped and drank, growing stronger by the moment. His abdominals were lined with nipples, pushing outward. His legs and arms looked like those of a wild animal, rippling with veined muscles. Even Blake's ears had moved to the top of his beastly head. The bits of hair that came naturally from his body seemed to spread wildly, more patches emerging all over. The ash blond hair on Blake's head seemed to fade into more of a silver color, the coloring of the patches on his body following suit. "I didn't do anything to you, leave me alone!" Came the distant calls of another teenager in distress. Blake slowly came to a stop, pulling his maw off his own cock. "You didn't do anything to us, that doesn't mean we have to do the same." Tyler chuckled, the laugh carrying through the woods. Blake's blood boiled, his lips curled, a deep growl emanated from the creature. The werewolf lunged forward, clawed paws gripping into the slope of the pit. He lunged up and over the edge, moving through the trees at breakneck speed. The thick wolf tail hung behind him, staying low as he ran. The wind whistled against Blake's lycanthropic body as he moved, his hair softening into fur and filling out. In moments there was no way to distinguish him from the creature that had left a skeleton in the bottom of the pit. Blake leapt over and under fallen trees, his senses working in overdrive. He smelled his brother and his cronies... and then he saw them, standing over one of Blake's classmates, Conrado. Conrado was terrified at the gang of thugs that had cornered him, trapping him against a tree stump. "We're going to give you a lesson you never forget." Tyler said, a grin crossing his face. He pulled back his leg to kick the helpless teenager when the greenery of the park seemed to part. The attack came so fast that neither Conrado nor Blake's friends saw what happened. One moment Blake was ready to kick, the next he was gone... although the growling soon got their attention. "Holy fuck, look at that thing!" one of the other bullies murmured. Tyler had been thrown half way across the grass clearing, rumpled in a pile. The vast silver wolf bore its fangs at the other bullies, growling wildly. The bullies were frozen in fear, unaware of what to do. This was quite the opposite response Blake wanted. Blake pushed off from the ground, rising onto his hind legs, letting out a roar. The bullies let out loud screams as they went running off along the path for their lives, certain that remaining meant death. Blake watched the bullies run away at full speed, soon disappearing from sight and hearing. The silver wolf gave a nod before lowering back onto all fours, turning his head to face Conrado. Conrado gazed at the huge wolf, his rich brown eyes wide in wonder. "Thank you for saving me from them... even if you're going to eat me, it's not as humiliating." Conrado said softly, his sleek black hair glistening in the light, his slim frame even less developed than Blake's had been. The large wolf moved forward to Conrado, inhaling his scent before leaning close to lick Conrado's cheek slowly before the wolf gazed back into the boy's eyes. "We don't have to put up with them anymore. We're going to be something better, something to finally put them in their place." The wolf muttered, his voice distorted and very deep. A chill ran up his spine as he looked at the beast. "Who are you?" Conrado whispered. The wolf moved forward, running his fuzzy cheek against Conrado's. "Blake." He murmured before he moved a paw, resting it on Conrado's groin... which not only betrayed arousal, but the wet moistness of a leaking cock. Blake leaned down, sniffing at Conrado's groin before he licked at the bulge, taking it into his mouth after a moment. It was fresh, having happened just while they were talking. Blake lifted his head again to speak, "A wolf after my own heart." He said softly before he lifted a paw, pushing Conrado back just a bit. The large wolf moved, passing most of its body over Conrado... but the musky, pointed shaft hung out of the sheathe, the werewolf obviously in heat. Conrado moaned softly, gazing at the cock before he opened his mouth in acceptance. Blake thrusted, his slick cock filling Conrado's mouth and then some. Conrado began eagerly sucking at the wolf's shaft, the musky animal pre coating his mouth and flooding his body. The freshman worked on the wolf's cock with growing wildness flowing through him, the living seed infecting him far faster than Blake had been. Blake let out a low howl of delight as he felt Conrado's tongue get longer and longer, the teeth in his mouth growing sharper. A hand came up, the freshman fondling Blake's fuzzy balls. The soft sound of bones popping came as Conrado's face pushed out, his muzzles migrating up to the top of his head. The soft peach fuzz lining Conrado's upper lip became a full mustache for a moment, but soon stubble had stretched out all over his face before becoming fur... and the change traveled from there. Fur spread down his body just as fast as the changes. The sound of stretching fabric came as Conrado's body began to swell. The boy moaned around the cock he was sucking down, only serving to send vibrations along Blake's shaft. Blake howled out more, groaning. He moved one of his clawed paws to tug at Conrado's pants, popping the button and splitting the zipper. A thick, dripping wolf cock pushed out from the confines, meaty cock emerging from a fuzzy black sheath. Conrado's shirt popped as his shoulders widened, his torso almost twice as long as it had been. Fur slipped down more, covering the new nipples forming. The freshman was soon glad he was already on the ground as his legs shifted and contorted, shoes bursting as clawed paws emerged... but it wasn't all easy. Conrado leaned back, lifting his hips to make room for his growing tail. Blake growled, changing position to stuff his member further down Conrado's mouth before he lifted his head to the sky and howled, the sound traveling well outside of the park. Conrado hadn't realized until that moment what was missing from his life. As he guzzled down the wolf's seed he knew he had found his true calling, how life was supposed to be. His own lycan shaft soon spewed the thick musk all over his furry belly. The two were entwined for several more moments before at last Blake pulled back. Conrado quickly tried to lick Blake's shaft clean but the silver wolf was already thinking of their next task. The black wolf licked himself for a moment before he rolled over, getting up onto his feet. They both looked at each other before they turned, looking to where Tyler was regaining his senses. Blake growled softly at Tyler before looking at Conrado. "He won't terrorize us anymore..." Blake murmured, "It's time." He said softly. Conrado bowed his head in acceptance. "Yes my alpha." Conrado said, following Blake as he rushed towards Tyler.