{"sf1_id":483788,"sf2_id":"3eggy2we","title":"A Monster in the Sack","author":"FakeMan","words":1577,"posted_at":"2013-01-06T23:26:00.000Z","tags":["Anal","Canine","Feral","Knot","M/M","Oral","Poem","Rhyme","Rimming","Transformation","Wolf","bj"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/483788-a-monster-in-the-sack","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/3eggy2we","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/ef/87/ef879545-8b62-469d-9d6e-0cc18c3b3ec3","description":"#1 of Verse and Other Nonsense!\n\nDoggerel and Balderdash!\nHave you ever wanted to receive your transformative animalistic erotica in iambic heptameter?\nNo?\nWell, here you go anyways.\nDoggerel has always had a very canine lilt to my ear anyways.\nEnjoy.","content":"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.)\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nA Monster in the Sack\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nWhen walking in the moors one day\n\nan English gentleman\n\nfound he was too bored to stay\n\nand wandered towards a glen.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nThe moon was full, the night was young\n\nand he was still awake.\n\nSo he trotted toward the trees\n\nin nature to partake.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nA set of eyes unseen to him\n\ndid narrow as he walked.\n\nA wagging tail with grinning fangs\n\ndid slaver as he talked.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Such a dreary place this lot.\n\nA bunch of rubbish all.\"\n\nThe nature did not interest him.\n\nHe did not hear its call.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nBehind the trees the wolf did pace\n\nand smell his human scent.\n\nFor he was bored as well you see\n\nand rife will ill intent.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nAs the Englishman did swagger there\n\nbeneath the moon streaked night.\n\nA flash of fur and wicked fangs\n\ncame growling for a fight\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nIll equipped he was and so\n\nhe turned upon his heel,\n\nand fled in terror for his life\n\n( and to deny the wolf a meal.)\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nIn hot pursuit the wolf did chase\n\nthough food was not desired.\n\nHe licked his chops and bounded up\n\nas the flustered man perspired\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nThey tumbled down onto the ground,\n\nwolf panting at his neck.\n\nThe man was paralyzed with fear\n\nand his clothing was a wreck.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nWith a savage snap the wolf did bite\n\nand snap and growl and chew,\n\nBut only tore the poor man's clothes\n\n(the strangest thing to do . . .)\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nThrough tattered cloth the poor man felt\n\nsoft fur against his skin.\n\nThe wolf did growl and lick its chops.\n\nThe fun would soon begin\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nA wet hot tongue ran past his thigh\n\nas he tried to shoo the beast,\n\nbut it just gave a throaty growl,\n\nnot frightened in the least\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nA shiver ran up through his spine:\n\nthe warm lapping went on.\n\nThe man than groaned and settled back\n\nhis inhibition gone.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nYellow eyes gleamed merrily\n\nas the wolf attacked his balls\n\nwith huffs and laps and teasing nips\n\nunrelenting through his calls\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nThat started off as prayers and oaths\n\nof vengeance and of sin,\n\nbut ended up as mewling cries\n\n(he'd started to give in.)\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nHis testes writhed and clenched\n\nas they did grow in size and shape\n\nbecoming clothed in velvet fuzz,\n\nhis mouth hanging agape\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nThe wolf noticed his hanging jaw\n\nand with not a moment missed\n\nbounded up, paws on his chest\n\nand pressed in for a kiss.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nHot tongue writhing, pressing in\n\nthe man could not but think\n\nof hot wolf bodies closing in;\n\nto depravity they'd sink\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nAs lapping slathered up his nose\n\nit blackened and turned cold,\n\npanting in incessantly\n\nthe musky odors bold.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nOf virile male and sultry wolf\n\ninvading all his thoughts.\n\nHe blushed and panted languidly\n\nmost totally besot.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nThe sloppy licks then ventured down\n\nand slid around his neck\n\nwhich grew a great thick ruff of fur\n\nwith gray and dark brown specks.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nThe wolf could smell his growing lust\n\nand panted out in glee\n\nsavaging the man's nipples\n\nsoon numbered two by three.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nA wave of downy belly fur\n\ndid trickle down in place\n\nand tickle every fledgling teat\n\nwith warm and furred embrace.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nTongue licking over darkening lips\n\nthe man felt slightly sick\n\nas the wolf's imposing maw\n\nwent sniffing round his prick.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nLapping out in rough bold strokes\n\nagain and then again\n\nthe wolf smiled as the man's lust grew;\n\nthe fun would soon begin.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nAmber eyes looked up at him\n\nand ivory teeth spread wide\n\nas bestial jaws slid 'round his length\n\nwhile the tongue began to slide.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nThe sucking clenching drove him wild\n\nas his throbbing member burned.\n\nHis skin did thin to an angry red\n\nas his lupine testes churned.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nThe wolf teased on with dainty nips\n\nas the hot man flesh deformed.\n\nA pointed tip a knotted base;\n\na canine member born.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nThe wolf slid off. The man was shocked.\n\nA crimson throbbing shaft!?\n\nnestled in his belly fur\n\nwhile he stared aghast.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nHe reached to touch but as he did\n\nhis hand was intercepted\n\nby cold nosed muzzle and nipping teeth\n\nhis pleasure then rejected.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nWhere the wolf did touch his hand\n\nhis digits cracked in tighter\n\nhis nails sharpened in to claws\n\nthis wolf was quite a biter.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nPaws blossoming their leather pads\n\nhis feet had also thickened\n\nand as the wolf ran over them\n\nhis pulse began to quicken.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nArms and legs both cracking in\n\nhis posture realigned.\n\nHe got on fours unsteadily,\n\ncorrect stance hard to find.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nThe wolf did chortle merrily\n\nat this cub's new standing\n\nand nuzzled down his changing back\n\nwith brown and gray furred banding.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nCircling, the wolf did grin\n\nhis work was near complete.\n\nThe man stood panting eyes half closed\n\nhis passion hard to beat.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nTail raised up jauntily\n\nthe wolf then let him sniff\n\nhis soft furred balls and crimson tip,\n\nthe man took quite a whiff.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nBatting him with furry tail\n\nthe wolf circled in the grass\n\nand analyzed the sorry state\n\nof the man's changing ass.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nA hot and wet stroke of lupine tongue\n\nacross the changing anus\n\nmade the man whine out in lust\n\nthis teasing was just heinous.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nThe pressing tongue did circle there.\n\nThe man's member did throb.\n\nThe flesh did pull and flatten out.\n\nThe wolf enjoyed his job.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nWith clenching shove the wolf slid in\n\nthe man clenched without fail.\n\nA writhe, a twist, then sliding out\n\nand pulling forth a tail.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nIt started as a nub of flesh\n\nbut with some lapping grew.\n\nIt fluffed soft fur and wagged about\n\nas tails are prone to do.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nWith one last lap the wolf then left\n\nand sauntered towards his face.\n\nThose warm gold eyes then drew him in\n\nand set him in his place.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nThere was nothing he wanted more\n\nthan pleasing this canine.\n\nThe man bent down and raised his tail\n\nexposing taut behind.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nWith a lap across his check the wolf\n\nreturned to sniff his rear.\n\nThe throbbing prick pulsed needfully\n\nas he licked the ready spear.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nPaws grabbed his haunches suddenly\n\nthe man let loose a yelp.\n\nThe weight then settled on his hips\n\nwhich he wriggled up to help.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nA hot poke left a gleaming trail\n\nof musk against his balls\n\nwhich shivered at the contact\n\nas they both cried howling calls.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\na lucky thrust pushed in\n\nas the pink member spread him wide.\n\nEach rocking shove sunk deeper\n\nin this lovely canine ride.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nThe wolf leaned in an nipped his ears,\n\nwhile his turgid cock grew more,\n\nthey pulled up growing fuzzy tips\n\nwhich his hot tongue did adore.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nThe man's face pushed out haltingly\n\nwhile the wolf only pushed in\n\nsniffing at his neck and growling\n\nlost in bawdy sin.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nClaws clenching at the forest floor\n\nthe man had no repast\n\nas something large and hot and round\n\ndid bump against his ass.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nWith every wrenching forceful shove\n\nthe knot stretched him as it toiled.\n\nHis own member leaked out beads of pre.\n\nThe earthy floor was soiled.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nJaws clamped down on his thick neck ruff\n\nas the wolf began to pound\n\nseeking only to bury his bone\n\nin such a perfect ground.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nWith stretching force and moaning thrust\n\nThe man's tail-hole then throbbed\n\ntaking in the crimson knot\n\nas his own cock pulsed and bobbed.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nThe savage rocking of their bodies\n\nlocked as one in lust\n\nmade the man's eyes fade to gold\n\nhis humanity was bust.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nFully wolf they howled as one\n\nas the wolf's balls did squeeze\n\nhis tail raised up, his claws dug in\n\nhis mate was his to please.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nWith body wrenching clenching pulse\n\nhis cock began to jolt\n\nmaking the man bark in joy\n\nwith every virile bolt.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nThe man's ass then was clamping down\n\nhis testes drawn up tight.\n\nThe bobbing member under him\n\nlet loose with all his might.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\npearlescent ropes of musty seed\n\ndid coat the forest floor\n\nas he howled and clenched and begged\n\nthe straining wolf for more.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nThey fucked and yowled and carried on\n\ntheir animal display\n\ntill every fiery blast of seed\n\nwas wrenched from them that day.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nThe wolf then huffed and snuffled his ear\n\nin canine way of thanks.\n\nHe then stepped off and turned his rear;\n\nbrought shanks to canine shanks.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nThey were still tied together\n\nas their tails wagged to an fro.\n\nThe man was panting happily;\n\nno place he's rather go.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nFor although the forest bored him\n\nwhile his form remained a man\n\nnow that he was a wolf at heart\n\nhe had another plan.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nPanting wagging happily\n\nthe man had joined the pack\n\nand soon was known in all the lands;\n\na monster in the sack.\n\n  \n  \n\n","series":{"name":"Verse and Other Nonsense!","next":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/557217-your-dragoness-awaits.json"}}