A Monster in the Sack

Story by FakeMan on SoFurry

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#1 of Verse and Other Nonsense!

Doggerel and Balderdash!

Have you ever wanted to receive your transformative animalistic erotica in iambic heptameter?

No?

Well, here you go anyways.

Doggerel has always had a very canine lilt to my ear anyways.

Enjoy.


Disclaimer- This is both doggerel, pornography, animal transformation, and iambic heptameter. All of these are things worth avoiding at all costs. Please don't read this if you are offended by any of the aforementioned things. (This is pornography. Do not read this if it would be illegal for you to do so.)

A Monster in the Sack

When walking in the moors one day

an English gentleman

found he was too bored to stay

and wandered towards a glen.

The moon was full, the night was young

and he was still awake.

So he trotted toward the trees

in nature to partake.

A set of eyes unseen to him

did narrow as he walked.

A wagging tail with grinning fangs

did slaver as he talked.

"Such a dreary place this lot.

A bunch of rubbish all."

The nature did not interest him.

He did not hear its call.

Behind the trees the wolf did pace

and smell his human scent.

For he was bored as well you see

and rife will ill intent.

As the Englishman did swagger there

beneath the moon streaked night.

A flash of fur and wicked fangs

came growling for a fight

Ill equipped he was and so

he turned upon his heel,

and fled in terror for his life

( and to deny the wolf a meal.)

In hot pursuit the wolf did chase

though food was not desired.

He licked his chops and bounded up

as the flustered man perspired

They tumbled down onto the ground,

wolf panting at his neck.

The man was paralyzed with fear

and his clothing was a wreck.

With a savage snap the wolf did bite

and snap and growl and chew,

But only tore the poor man's clothes

(the strangest thing to do . . .)

Through tattered cloth the poor man felt

soft fur against his skin.

The wolf did growl and lick its chops.

The fun would soon begin

A wet hot tongue ran past his thigh

as he tried to shoo the beast,

but it just gave a throaty growl,

not frightened in the least

A shiver ran up through his spine:

the warm lapping went on.

The man than groaned and settled back

his inhibition gone.

Yellow eyes gleamed merrily

as the wolf attacked his balls

with huffs and laps and teasing nips

unrelenting through his calls

That started off as prayers and oaths

of vengeance and of sin,

but ended up as mewling cries

(he'd started to give in.)

His testes writhed and clenched

as they did grow in size and shape

becoming clothed in velvet fuzz,

his mouth hanging agape

The wolf noticed his hanging jaw

and with not a moment missed

bounded up, paws on his chest

and pressed in for a kiss.

Hot tongue writhing, pressing in

the man could not but think

of hot wolf bodies closing in;

to depravity they'd sink

As lapping slathered up his nose

it blackened and turned cold,

panting in incessantly

the musky odors bold.

Of virile male and sultry wolf

invading all his thoughts.

He blushed and panted languidly

most totally besot.

The sloppy licks then ventured down

and slid around his neck

which grew a great thick ruff of fur

with gray and dark brown specks.

The wolf could smell his growing lust

and panted out in glee

savaging the man's nipples

soon numbered two by three.

A wave of downy belly fur

did trickle down in place

and tickle every fledgling teat

with warm and furred embrace.

Tongue licking over darkening lips

the man felt slightly sick

as the wolf's imposing maw

went sniffing round his prick.

Lapping out in rough bold strokes

again and then again

the wolf smiled as the man's lust grew;

the fun would soon begin.

Amber eyes looked up at him

and ivory teeth spread wide

as bestial jaws slid 'round his length

while the tongue began to slide.

The sucking clenching drove him wild

as his throbbing member burned.

His skin did thin to an angry red

as his lupine testes churned.

The wolf teased on with dainty nips

as the hot man flesh deformed.

A pointed tip a knotted base;

a canine member born.

The wolf slid off. The man was shocked.

A crimson throbbing shaft!?

nestled in his belly fur

while he stared aghast.

He reached to touch but as he did

his hand was intercepted

by cold nosed muzzle and nipping teeth

his pleasure then rejected.

Where the wolf did touch his hand

his digits cracked in tighter

his nails sharpened in to claws

this wolf was quite a biter.

Paws blossoming their leather pads

his feet had also thickened

and as the wolf ran over them

his pulse began to quicken.

Arms and legs both cracking in

his posture realigned.

He got on fours unsteadily,

correct stance hard to find.

The wolf did chortle merrily

at this cub's new standing

and nuzzled down his changing back

with brown and gray furred banding.

Circling, the wolf did grin

his work was near complete.

The man stood panting eyes half closed

his passion hard to beat.

Tail raised up jauntily

the wolf then let him sniff

his soft furred balls and crimson tip,

the man took quite a whiff.

Batting him with furry tail

the wolf circled in the grass

and analyzed the sorry state

of the man's changing ass.

A hot and wet stroke of lupine tongue

across the changing anus

made the man whine out in lust

this teasing was just heinous.

The pressing tongue did circle there.

The man's member did throb.

The flesh did pull and flatten out.

The wolf enjoyed his job.

With clenching shove the wolf slid in

the man clenched without fail.

A writhe, a twist, then sliding out

and pulling forth a tail.

It started as a nub of flesh

but with some lapping grew.

It fluffed soft fur and wagged about

as tails are prone to do.

With one last lap the wolf then left

and sauntered towards his face.

Those warm gold eyes then drew him in

and set him in his place.

There was nothing he wanted more

than pleasing this canine.

The man bent down and raised his tail

exposing taut behind.

With a lap across his check the wolf

returned to sniff his rear.

The throbbing prick pulsed needfully

as he licked the ready spear.

Paws grabbed his haunches suddenly

the man let loose a yelp.

The weight then settled on his hips

which he wriggled up to help.

A hot poke left a gleaming trail

of musk against his balls

which shivered at the contact

as they both cried howling calls.

a lucky thrust pushed in

as the pink member spread him wide.

Each rocking shove sunk deeper

in this lovely canine ride.

The wolf leaned in an nipped his ears,

while his turgid cock grew more,

they pulled up growing fuzzy tips

which his hot tongue did adore.

The man's face pushed out haltingly

while the wolf only pushed in

sniffing at his neck and growling

lost in bawdy sin.

Claws clenching at the forest floor

the man had no repast

as something large and hot and round

did bump against his ass.

With every wrenching forceful shove

the knot stretched him as it toiled.

His own member leaked out beads of pre.

The earthy floor was soiled.

Jaws clamped down on his thick neck ruff

as the wolf began to pound

seeking only to bury his bone

in such a perfect ground.

With stretching force and moaning thrust

The man's tail-hole then throbbed

taking in the crimson knot

as his own cock pulsed and bobbed.

The savage rocking of their bodies

locked as one in lust

made the man's eyes fade to gold

his humanity was bust.

Fully wolf they howled as one

as the wolf's balls did squeeze

his tail raised up, his claws dug in

his mate was his to please.

With body wrenching clenching pulse

his cock began to jolt

making the man bark in joy

with every virile bolt.

The man's ass then was clamping down

his testes drawn up tight.

The bobbing member under him

let loose with all his might.

pearlescent ropes of musty seed

did coat the forest floor

as he howled and clenched and begged

the straining wolf for more.

They fucked and yowled and carried on

their animal display

till every fiery blast of seed

was wrenched from them that day.

The wolf then huffed and snuffled his ear

in canine way of thanks.

He then stepped off and turned his rear;

brought shanks to canine shanks.

They were still tied together

as their tails wagged to an fro.

The man was panting happily;

no place he's rather go.

For although the forest bored him

while his form remained a man

now that he was a wolf at heart

he had another plan.

Panting wagging happily

the man had joined the pack

and soon was known in all the lands;

a monster in the sack.