Lunar Eclipse
'What a pan in the tail to have to come all the way out here just to get some privacy!' a young heavily muscled werewolf thought as he raced through forest of his homelands
The lycanthrope moved gracefully at top speeds as he weaved between trees and shrubs while pushing his massive form forward away from his pack and their night's celebration. Tonight was the night when Luna's form was to be blotted out by Gaia and the entire congregation of werewolves had gathered to see the red moon grow dark and then shine like the brightest of stars.
'Who give a flying hell about that? I just want to be alone, why can't they all just leave me be?' crashing through the underbrush the teenage werewolf skid to a halt once he had reached the end of his pack's territory near a ravine
A large chasm loomed before the lycanthrope and his fears and trepidations about crossing surfaced into his mind.
"Darian! Stop being silly and come on back!"
Turning his black muzzle behind him 'Darin' snarled as he heard his destined mate call out to him and that spurned the young male's decision. Taking large steps back and then coiling the muscles in his hind legs, Darin raced forward and leapt from the edge of the cliff. His majestic form shone in the dark red light of the night, as the glimmering form of Luna highlighted every inch of his body.
When he landed on the other side, some twenty feet away, the young werewolf panted and looked to see a sleek female werewolf breaking through the brush to stare at him. The female took gentle steps forward but when her foot paws slid off the end of the cliff she twisted her body and grasped onto the mossy ground to pull herself up.
Once finally back on the soft green grass the other werewolf barked and howled at the male who flicked his head away from her in dismissal and sauntered off. The cries from the female kept up for a while and soon joined with the howls of Darin's packmates but the rebellious male refused to turn around and go back, not after gaining his momentary freedom.
The place he had jumped too was foreign to Darin as this area belonged to another pack of weres that could be called less than friendly towards his people. They were a bunch of miscreants that banned together until a powerful male weredog that had a range of ferocious scares adorning his body and muzzle. The younger pups of the pack had been warned to keep away from the burly males who lived on the other side of the ravine but that didn't stop Darin from moving deeper into unknown territory.
For so long he had always listened to the others of his pack; the elders, his parents, his aunts and uncles, and even the call of the wind itself but tonight Darin could take no more and burst free from the constraints binding him down. Everyday of his life was orchestrated by someone else but on this night caution was tossed into the air as the young lycanthrope made his own path into the night.
Walking deeper into the darkness of the unfamiliar lands Darin cocked his head into the air and took in the scents of the surrounding area. Nothing seemed different from the other side where he resided with his family but there was a 'wrongness' in the air surrounding the lycanthrope. It was hard to explain but something felt off as the young werewolf looked around to see if someone was following him or stalking him.
Listing to the wind there was nothing abnormal to alert Darin's suspicions but the cold dread seeping into his spine began to grow steadily as he walked on. Before long the tension winding in his belly grew to be too much and the black lycanthrope stopped in the middle of an encompass of trees and let loose an ear piercing howl. He wouldn't be snatched up like a pup by the monsters lurking in the dark, his pride as a wolf demanded that Darin face his opponent head on. Win or lose he would not be taken like a coward or a frightened child.
Soon the bushes began to waver and three heavy forms walked out form the darkness to the young werewolf's vantage point. They all appeared aged by time and life but the feral light burning in their eyes would have beguiled the foolhardy into believing that they were unfit to kill. A werewolf was a killer no matter the age or strength, for as long as they had claws and fangs lycanthropes could take life with ease and bare effort.
"Your on the wrong side of the field little pup. Did you get lost and find your way here?" one of the weres chuckled insultingly towards Darin making the young lycanthrope growl in the base of his throat
"Now, now let's not insult the young one. Don't you recognize who he is?" a much more smooth voice questioned to his companions but the underlining malice in his tone was blatant
"No...lunch?" the last of the weres said while walking up to Darin until his muzzle was touching the younger male's
Though he was much large than Darin the young lycanthrope stood his ground and watched the other intruding in his personal space with careful eyes. Two sets of golden orbs glared at the other and then the bigger werewolf licked his tongue over Darin's nose almost languidly. Darin kept his ground but opened his maw to reveal rows of razor like fangs in warning.
The three weres chuckled bitterly as they snarled at the young male and showcased their own impressive fangs.
"No the boy is the son of the pack leader from across the way. He's the next in line for the alpha of their pathetic pack." the other two weres murmured silently as they gave pause
The large male still encompassing Darin's space backed away a bit to survey the younger werewolf with critical eyes. Darin kept silent but inside he was itching to fight one or all of the males standing before him. It was hard fought battle to keep his blood from boiling over at the need to challenge the others for their disrespect of him. However, Darin kept his cool and watched the goings on around him before making rash decisions.
The three huddled together and conversed among themselves all the while taking glances at Darin who sat in his same position undaunted. Finishing what they were talking about the three males turned to walk away before the calmest of the three looked at Darin and nodded for him to follow.
Understanding and unafraid, the younger lycanthrope followed after the others into the forest of their home. They moved as one with pumping muscles and paws tearing the earth below them apart whilst the moon changed to a darker red into a bloody crimson. It was almost time for the Lunar Eclipse and Darin idly wondered what would happen to him next.
It took less than thirty minutes before the four males arrived a large camp made of caves and hallowed trees. Darin guessed that this was the pack's den and surprised that the rumors he had heard about the ragtag group of males didn't live in muddy holes filled with bones and rotting meat. He'd have to tell his pack about this revelation once he got back home but when an oversized and brooding figure of male lycanthrope stepped from one of the hollowed trees Darin wondered would he get the chance.
Unlike the three who had greeted him from before the lycanthrope in front of him was nothing short of pure alpha male and by the look on his face he was nothing to attempt to challenge for Darin. This lycanthrope was a beast in the purest since of the word and he had the scars to prove it not to mention the sheer power radiating from him. Darin tried to keep his composure when the weredog walked over to him on tow legs but after the alpha male was within ten feet Darin felt his tail curl under his legs.
The rouge alpha stared at Darin for a few minutes and then looked up to the red moon before taking hold of the young werewolf and dragging him off into his den. The others watched followed by more and more weres who had stepped outside to see the darkening of Luna and all shook their heads at seeing the younger male disappearing into the alpha's domain.
Darin was tossed like a rag doll onto a large assortment of furs and bounced a few times before falling still and gazing up to the alpha weredog.
"You shouldn't have come here, especially not tonight." was all the male said before he clutched his abdomen and roared out loud
In the darkness of the night the moon began to fall under the shadow of Gaia and the weres howled in a eerie chorus that made Darin's fur stand on end. The alpha male barked at the younger male before falling onto his knees and heaving with great pulses of fur and flesh. His body trembled and before long the weredog started to grow into a even more massive form making Darin lose his bladder at the sight. Never in his life had he seen a were of any species grow as tall or as muscled at the male kneeling two feet from himself.
The alpha dog growled loudly as the howls outside grew in pitch and strength. His eyes lost any trace of humanity that he might have had and even more so the intelligence that separated them from their more feral ancestors. Darin couldn't help the trembling of his own body as the alpha reached out a arm towards him and bypassed his form to lay a giant paw behind him on the cave wall. The other paw dug into his stomach as the alpha weredog increased in size until he was at least fifteen feet while on his knees.
The top of the cave scarped his head as the weredog remained on his knees and the moon outside became pitch black. The white light of Luna shown down on the forest illuminating the children of the night that stood in her presence until finally the light faded. The weres continued howling into the night, as the moon was full eclipsed by Gaia's girth and remained that was for moments on end.
The overly huge weredog drew his paw from the wall and grabbed Darin in a tight hold and crawled out of his den into the camp with his packmates. Once outside the alpha male howled shaking the earth and startling those below his twenty something foot tall visage.
The others looked with an array of facial expressions as they noted their leader holding the squirming bundle of male in his paw and all wondered what would happen. The answer came to Darin'd horror as the gargantuan weredog brought him down to his ample sheath and began to rub his body under his low hanging sac. The lycanthropes bellow the two males barked and howled as they watched their leader use the younger male like a toy for his gratification.
The heavy rubbing made Darin sick as he felt his stomach began to heave from having his back pressed into the sweaty and musk laden pouch of flesh. Keeping his dinner and trying to wiggle his way free of the other male's grip the werewolf fought in vain as the weredog lolled his tongue from his muzzle at the sensations he was making.
The entire time Darin struggled to get away the pink tip of the alpha's cock began to push from its furry holder into the warm night air. The pulsing and bulging organ was twice as big as Darin and three times as thick as the younger lycanthrope. The scent of aroused male filled the forest and the noses of those under the alpha weredog. Sheaths poked out with dark organs as the males began to hump into the air from the musky smell filling them to the brim.
Darin maoned as his on cock poked free of his sheath and he looked down in accusation of his body betraying him when fear had wrapped around his heart like a vice. The alpha brought the young werewolf up to his face and licked over him from head to toe with heavy lid eyes. So lost in his sexual frenzy and the change of his form the weredog was unresponsive when Darin tried biting his nose and tongue in attempts to break the hold over himself.
The alpha's cock stood to its full length and beat with massive shudders dripping heavy drops of pre from the fat opening at the tip. The droplets fell to the ground upon the other males drenching them in liquid sex and turning each one into raving nymphomaniacs. Males began to snap and growl at other males taking others who didn't wish to be taken but were unable to fight off their packmates voracity. Yips and howls rang as tailholes were buggered by horny canine shafts and before long the entire pack was mating with each other.
The alpha male had had enough of his toy's constant and irritating gestures and opened his muzzle revealing a morbid pit of vile breath and saliva to Darin. The younger lycanthrope howled as he was dropped onto the tree sized tongue with a wet splat and tried to get up from the wavering muscle. The alpha closed his mouth for a second encasing Darin in total darkness, savoring his treat. The werewolf lost his balnce numerous times while continuing to get up to a respectable stance and step forward to the prson of white fangs keeping him inside. The very air itself was a mix of dead animal flesh, blood, saliva, and other things the lycanthrope didn't wish to analyze making it hard for him to concentrate on his task.
The alpha took steps to sit himself down cross-legged and then bent his head down to his weeping length of maleness. Partially opening his muzzle the weredog slipped the tip of his cock into his maw and began to suck. Darin had given up to standing when his mind fogged over with the lack of air and instead crawled to his, hopeful, exit. It was as he was making his way to the clamped set of incisors that a space opened revealing an escape for the werewolf but soon turned into a image from hell.
The black hole of the alpha weredog's length stared at him and squirted a glob of pre onto Darin's already wet fur. The young werewolf felt tears come to his eyes as he was pressed into the roof of the weredog's muzzle along with the cock. The aroused male sucked both his toy and package into his muzzle with increasing frequency as he grabbed the base of his doggy dick and began pumping.
More and more pre shot at Darin drowning him in a steady flow before drawing him back to the darkness that led to the alpha male's esophagus. Before he could sink into the abysmal darkness the weredog would close his throat and take some of his cock out of his mouth before shoving more back inside. The motions tossed Darin like a piece of debris in the ocean as he rolled around back and forth without pause.
The weredog humped his hips into his maw as his other paw not on his cock massaged his sac sending blasts of euphoria through his body. Darin was pingponged back and forth with little ease as his muscles gave out trying to fight against his captors steady motions and soon he closed his eyes when small quakes rattled the weredog's muzzle. The alpha had pumped himself for so long that his knot had formed at the base of his shaft and the aroused male took his pawing hand and squeezed the truck sized ball of pink flesh making him howl.
Darin opened his eyes just in time to feel the ear shattering vibrations of the alpha male's howl and see the first streak of cum burst from the cock's tip. The large deluge of salty fluid swallowed the young lycanthrope up and pushed him down the esophagus of the macro weredog. He fell along side the stream of cum into darkness for what seemed like hours but happened to be minutes into a pool of mixed fluids. The heavy secretion of cum merged with the juices of what Darin guess was the weredog's stomach until the consistency became so thick he could barley move around. Before he could think more and more cum rained down over him pushing the werewolf even deeper into the pool.
The alpha finished summing and drew away from his knot and licked his lips taking up the last of his cum that had leaked from his lips. Opening his dazed eyes the weredog looked down to see his packmates lying atop each other in bliss with slowly wagging tails from the excitement that had gripped them. Even the weres who had not wanted to be mounted had dopey smiles on their muzzles and licked over their perspective mates in appreciation.
The alpha nodded and unfolded his legs to stretch out amongst the forest surround the camp and rubbed his bulging stomach as he wondered what happened to his toy.
Inside of the pool Darin had sunk deep into the cum and gastric solution and as the alpha's body began to secrete more and more juices from his stomach walls the werewolf opened his eyes one last time to see himself surrounded by a murky white and then a blinding white light that shown brighter than the sun. A pleased smile traced his muzzle for some reason before his body gave into its fate and moved no more.
The alpha weredog smiled as he felt the werewolf's spirit rise into his own and the memories and experiences of the other combined with his own. As Luna began to move away from her sister's shadow the weredog would return to his normal size with the exception of a heavier set of canine genitals that would carry both the remnants and soul of the werewolf, no Darin into himself. Then when he woke he would find where his beta had gone and breed his mate producing another member for his pack.
Opening his eyes one last time the alpha wondered where his mate had gone to or better to say which male had buggered his male mate.