Welcome to the Pack
#5 of Short stories & One-offs
I have but one recommendation for you: Don't walk into dark alleys, or you might see yourself a changed creature.
I told him to stay back and walked into the dark alley on my own. He was my security. If I didn't come back, or text him, within 10 minutes: He would call the cops. He was my husband. I felt his stark green eyes bore into my neck; filled with worry. Not thinking it was safe.
I looked down at the crumbled note in my hand, confirmed the location and what it told me to do - go through the door - and threw it to the pile of trash stacked up either side of me. Just your average alleyway in this part of town.
No one would look for a dead body there; and the traditional smell of ammonia littered the place. My nose crinkled a little.
This was going to be my breakthrough. My entry into fame. And the man who had told me to meet him here said he had the answers. My trusted sources had tipped me of him. Supposedly safe. It never hurt to be cautious, though; so I had my husband close.
His instructions to find him were left on my desk just the day before. Both he, and I, seemed to agree on one thing: We needed to stop the killer, and we needed to do it quickly.
A green metal door stood ajar in front of me. That was the one. Turned back towards the light, to wave a good bye to the man I would soon see again, I was left disappointed as he had hidden himself already. As long as he keeps watch, I thought.
It was dark inside. I inhaled deeply and exhaled deeper, while my hand clung to the door handle. 1. 2. 3.
My feet carried me inside, and my smart phone slipped out of my pocket; my fingers quick to scroll to the flashlight app.
Shoddy walls covered a bare hallway, with white-painted tapestry ripped off in parts. My heart skipped a beat, or two, when I spotted claw marks imbedded into the walls. The one who used to live there must have been angry. And non-human.
Looking around for a light switch, my sanity was left disappointed when I clicked it. There was no roof lamp.
I mustered the courage to go through another open door, into another room, and was rewarded for it. Faint light glimpsed through a third door in that room. I let my flashlight scroll through the room, seeing nothing but empty walls, before I focused it forward and on the door.
Why did he have to make it this creepy? Why couldn't we meet in a cafe? My sources told me he was eccentric... but this? My mind of reason thought I better get out. My mind of curiosity told me to pursue it.
Suddenly I heard the sound of metal dropping on the floor to my left, and my flashlight darted that way; catching the glimpse of a shadow moving.
"Hello?" The words echoed back at me as I continued towards the door. "That you?"
My feet caught onto something and I fell to the floor, hearing whatever it was roll past me. I reached out to grab it, and felt the presence of teeth. A heavy weight pushed against my back as soon as I tried to get up, and rough - furred - hands grabbed my own and dragged them to my back.
Metal rustling, clanging together; and then the cold around my wrists chilled my spine. Hand-cuffed. A barely audible huff escaped from him when they clicked together.
"What the fuck?" I demanded as soon as I had regained my breath, and attempted to kick him off me with my feet: before he grabbed a hold of them too, and repeated the cuffing procedure. "They'll come looking fo-"
"Shut up, cunt." His voice was rough and gravelly, and a clump grew in my throat when it dawned on me that it had been a set-up. Slight tears started to form in my eyes from pain as the initial rush of adrenalin had stopped kicking in.
My husband should get suspicious soon. Call the cops. I get a smug look on my face, which immediately vanished when my phone bleeped and I heard my assailant grasp for it.
Light chuckle. "Oh, this will be interesting." Buttons pressed. He's typing something. Fuck. "Don't think we have to worry about anyone coming looking for you before we're done."
A bag was tread over my head, and I was dragged along the rough tile floor. A door clicked open, and I figured I was in the room I had tried to go too. Suddenly I was heaved up by my arm pits and placed on a char.
The assailant shuffled a little with my hands and the handcuffs; again repeating it with my feet - locking them to the chair's legs.
His hands grabbed a hold of either side of my head, and fixated it toward my right. "Don't. Move." The fur emphasized each word heavily.
I was not going to. Not in that position. He removed the bag from my head.
The chair fell over by the momentum when I saw it and my body recoiled. He grabbed a hold of my then red, hurting, chin and forced my eyes that had closed themselves open with the claws on his other hand.
His deep, golden, eyes stared deep into my own through the squinting eyelids, his muzzle's skin had crinkled up, and a low rumble escaped from deep within his throat. "I said. Don't."
I spit him in the face, and said: "Just do it. Add my skull to the pile, furfag." Furfag. A derogatory term that survived their entrance from the Internet into the real world. Not advisable to say to a wolf fur who has killed countless of people.
He simply wiped the spit off of his muzzle, and smeared it on my own cheek, whereas I tried to bite his finger. I was nothing if not a fighter, or so I thought. A crooked smile appeared on his muzzle and he moved the chair back up and produced a gag seemingly out of nowhere. "No talking."
Blood trickled down the side of my face, down my neck, landing on my shirt. Despite being terrified, I didn't want to end there, I held my head high and let him place it on me. It would help me not scream as he slashed into me.
The wolf turned away from me, not wearing any clothes - the stereotypical inside attire for a fur - and walked up to a chest of drawers. He opened a few of the drawers, left one open, and continued. His tail wagged at a slow pace.
His fur black, as my research had led me to believe. I had been on the right track. I had almost got to him before he got to me. I let my self take a quick glance at the pile of skulls stacked upon each other. Fear of the society. Exclusively killing those with their human body still intact.
He turned back around, a bloodied knife held in his hand. Wide was the grin belonging to the wolf that placed a knife beneath my chin, dragging it across my neck. I couldn't let myself relent, let him enjoy himself, so I stayed 'calm' and tried to appear accepting of my fate.
Just when he pressed the knife in, he relented the grip and let out a coarse laugh. "You aren't getting off this easily, idiot journalist. They know you've been looking into me. They'll now you will have had a lead and will root out your files."
"Then what?!" I wanted to scream the words, but it came out as a quiet mumble through the gag. Will he promise me freedom if I delete all traces related to him, and let me go? Or come back and kill me when all is gone?
He growled a bit, his mood appeared to change abruptly, "Shut up. You talk when I tell you that you can - and removed the gag... Or..." The wolf trailed off, letting my imagination fly off in a thousand directions.
He placed the knife on my nice shirt, and swiftly dragged it along the buttons, forcing it to open up to my chest. Meticulously, he let the knife cut open my shirt's arms, forcing the shirt to fall off and exposing my smooth-shaved chest.
He huffed, put the knife handle in his muzzle, and threw away my shirt. "That needs fixing," he muttered through the knife as he used his hands to carefully unbutton my tight-sitting trousers. The attention, the light brush against my crotch, gave a slight start to a semi. I always went commando.
"Lift your ass," he commanded and the knife dropped to the ground.
My mind confused for a second, I did as he ordered. He grabbed a hold of my hips, the trousers, slipped them down with his hands tracing my ass, down my legs and leaving them by my feet. Soon, I sat with the body nature had given me exposed to a wolf, who stood exposed to me with his own, chosen, body.
There was a chill that caused me to shiver as I sat in the chair. I followed the wolf with my eyes as he trotted around the room, emptying boxes on the floor, frantically looking through drawers, slamming them shut when he came out empty-handed. Sighs of frustration and groans of anger bellowed from his throat
Several times I wanted to speak up, ask "what the fuck you are doing", "why did you undress me?", "why haven't you killed me yet?" But I didn't need to wonder for long.
"Ah, there!" A sudden outburst of words, and stilling of the wolf's movements, caused me to flinch.
What, what is it?
The wolf turned around, holding onto a large syringe, and gave a feral grin and a longing smirk. "Do you know what this is?" He loosened the gag, letting it drop down to my neck.
I didn't. "I know you're not injecting that pink stuff into my body." I felt defeated. There was no sense in fighting. There's a chance he's not going to kill me.
"'I know you're not...'" He imitated my voice almost to the pitch, and it sounded very off coming from that big brute. "You're, as you _actually _know, wrong." He paused, "This is a modified version of the widely distributed Transfurmation Serum."
My eyes widened in shock, fuck no. Not becoming one of them, I was not! There must be a way to fight it off. I can bite him... Thoughts raced through my head. "Mm-modified?" I said, and failed my attempt to sound calm.
"'Mm-modified?' Something stuck in your throat, soon-to-be kin? The modification helps me mold your mind for a little bit."
My composure wasn't quite there yet, the living nightmare diddling with a syringe destined to transform me into a beast being a mighty distraction. "Mm-mold?"
His answer chilled me. He walked up to stand right next to me, touched my still cheek with his wet nose, and let his natural wolven breath hit the side of my head. He whispered, "You'll love it, eventually."
A strong left hand clasped my upper arm, and he pressed the syringe into one of my veins, emptying it into my blood, I screamed out in terror, pain and anger. Again my chair fell flat, and I hit my head.
Cage
I was out for a bit, I'm not sure for how long, but I found myself locked inside a cage too small to stand in. An animal cage. My body ached, the whole of it, centered around my arm.
Dim light surrounded me, and I couldn't see well, but it looked as if fur grew on my arm. Through the teeth-clenching feeling, I felt a tingle spread throughout my body. A tickle that forced me to stifle a laugh.
I ran a hand through my arm, which had a fuzzy outline, and my fear was confirmed. The transformation agent the wolf had pushed into my body was taking. Was changing me.
If my memory served me right, I thought the initial start was a quick one. A way for the fur to function in society without the inevitable pain. How far had I transformed already?
I ran a finger over the nails, no longer nails, of the other finger. Dull, thick, claw-like matter was there instead. In the faint light I could make out their black color. It told me a little of the species I'd become, and it was reassuring. A feline creature; I'd have hated.
The ache in my teeth, my jaws, suddenly became more intense than the other ache in my body. I pressed a hand onto my mouth, attempting to squeeze the pain away. Soon, my elbow started to extend, my hand visible from the bottom of my eyes, and my nose joined to an equally visible, growing, muzzle.
As it grew forward, at a rapid rate, and then to a halt at - what to me looked like - its final distance, its outline, too, started to become fuzzy. Whilst I concentrated on my newly developed muzzle, a strong musk entered my nose. Sniffing the air, with the front of my outline - my, likely black and canine, nose - twitching a little, its source was both clear and familiar to me.
My cock.
I could barely see it in the dark, but I grabbed it with my hand. My new fur had yet to spread onto it, but my blood, and the serum, rushed to it with my touch.
I knew it wasn't the time, the place. But the pleasure, the sensitive touch, overrode the other pain interspersed throughout my body. My hand started to move up the above average shaft genetics had so-kindly gifted to me, and back down again.
It became a rhythmic motion, inhale - up, exhale - down. My cock, and body tensed further and further as the shaft felt more and more sensitive. I imagined my husband there, down in front as so many times before, my cock embedded deep into his throat, a slurping sound escaping from him.
His unique, stark green eyes bored deep into my own.
Speeding up the stroking, I started to moan. But soon, I let out a yelp of pain as it felt as if I had touched my own cock's flesh, and removed my hand from the cock, leaving it throbbing in the air and me panting heavily.
Suddenly, I felt the tingle again, the tickle of new tissue growing, starting at the base of my cock. A massage that sent my mind into a spin again, but my hand left off my throbbing shaft.
The image of my husband sucking me off became something else, morphing slowly, like a mist, into a wolf's indignant licking. My cock too, its shape shifti-- No, not my cock.
I felt I was the wolf, I was the one on my knees. It was I who had a cock deep into my maw. Though I knew it was my own fantasy, my cheeks heated up - I was the man. The top. The dominant. It was a rarity for me take anything. But my mind refused my attempts to look elsewhere, to re-imagine myself as the receiver, not the giver.
My cock pulsed as the new tissue massaged it. I still hadn't touched it yet, but it felt close, I felt close to cumming. As I imagined myself licking, pleasing, honoring the canine shaft - I started to massage my balls.
They were bigger in my hand than before, my hand no longer able to surround the orbs, but it only made it better. I moaned loudly, and my cock pulsed quicker. So close to finishing, hand-less, and so was the cock in my fantasy.
I looked up, followed the fuzzy trail of the muscular canine I was sucking off, until my eyes met his face. The Wolf. My perpetrator.
Strings of cum shot out of my changed cock, and onto my stomach, the floor (a sound evidenced), and likely the walls of the cage.
Quick exhales, inhales, my chest moving up and down as I lay down, resting, in the little cage.
I hadn't noticed it whilst pleasuring myself, but my ears hurt to an immense degree, as was my entire skull. They shifted upwards as the back of my skull felt as if it was crashing in on itself: the cranium colliding, creating a smaller, animal form.
A pull at my back, pushing on the concrete floor I lay on, distracted me from the intense headache. Shifting my body to lay on the side, my balls slowly detached themselves from my furred thigh and fell to the floor, I became more comfortable.
One of my hands moved to the back, where my tail-bone was, and followed the new appendage's movement out into the caged-in world I found myself in. Thick, bushy, fur soon grew out from it - I felt - and started to cover my, slightly less so, furred hands.
I don't know how long I had been in the cage, with changes of my feet, the continuing fur, my ears growing fully canine, when I heard slow claps and light footsteps coming from the dark room.
The click of a light switch sounded, and illuminated the wolf, the killer, who had captured me.
"Look at this, eh?"
A switch sounded in my mind: Compelled to look, my mind was confused, unsure of what to look at. Soon, the switch turned off and I sneered.
"Welcome to the Pack!" The wolf had stepped up to the cage, holding a collar and a leash, and grinned happily.
With a collar, leash, and my being in the cage - I at once realized what plans he had for me. That it was legal was beyond my capabilities of comprehension. Perhaps because it was the new fashion. 'Why have an insentient feral, when you can have a sentient animal who chose the life?' That was a common argument. I never liked it. And I never chose it. My instincts had yet to come in, so there was no growl, just a: "Fuck off."
"Don't talk like that, you are grateful, aren't you?"
The switch sounded again in my mind, grateful. I am grateful. The mantra echoed in my mind, though I knew it wasn't true. Not grateful! I shouted back in my head. _I am grateful, _it kept on. Perhaps I was a little bit.
"Yes." I spit the words out, but felt that they rang through to some extent. There was a thing about this that I started to like. Once the pain had left, I had played with my tail, the muscles within it. I had, I loathed to admit, tested my new-found flexibility in egregious ways. And I had always liked these situations, even if mostly on the other side. Yes. A little bit grateful.
"Good pup," he said. He opened the cage, and I was quick to crawl out. "Stand still. You don't want to run away."
Of course I didn't. The notion was vile to my ears. _Not now. I have the scoop of the World going. _I stared at him as he shuffled with the collar in his round - opening it, treading it around my neck. As he stood bent over my shoulder for a second, I caught a trail of his scent. His musk. It sent a shiver down my spine.
I clenched my teeth when he put the leash on me.
"We're going out on a walk to the square, to show off the new you." He chuckled. "Not that anyone will recognize you. And you won't recognize them, or anyone." The wolf grabbed a hold of my balls, heaved them in his hands, before his hands touched the side of the not-yet fully developed sheathe. "I wonder if your new, modest, length will embarrass you - or if your new, larger, balls will make up for it."
_I'm smaller? _The thought ran through my head. _What will my husband thi- ... who is my husband? _I couldn't conjure an image in my mind. It just refused. Not sure of the answer to the question, and confused, I remained silent. My ears tilted themselves inwards.
"Ah, time will tell. Once we're at the center of the square, you'll plead for me to fuck you. To take you, then and there. You'll want nothing else but for me to fuck you silly with my big tool. We'll have the answer then. Now, I have to dress. Then we're going."
Outside
The square was filled with people. My Master, as he had insisted I should call him - I admit, I like doing it - dragged me along the streets. Patrolling my nude body to the masses, as the skeletal structure continued to change slowly. Details settling in. Hind legs were being worked on at that moment, and I walked with a slight limp.
I heard the click of a switch in my head once we got to the center of the square. My balls bounced happily in my step, and many had commented their size. Never to me; always to my Master. But, the comment, then, made me want to hide under a rock.
Now I wished there was someone there to take note of me, instead of dismissing me like the other 'pets' walking the squares. My shaft started to peek out of my sheath, more and more. I took a step closer to Master, in an attempt to hide my arousal.
He could at least have given me a loin cloth. At least.
Suddenly he stopped, and when I wanted to ask him why, different words came out. With a low, quiet tone I said, "I need you to fuck me."
"What was that?" Master asked, apparently not hearing what I said.
I moved in closer to him, his body shielding the view of my cock from one side, my hands moving to do the same on the other. Still speaking in a whisper, I said, "Fuck me. I need it. I want it."
It was true, I did. I wanted him, my Master, inside of me. To have him bend me over, to have him showcase his absolute, total, ownership of me. I ground my cock against his shorts, leaving a wet spot when he pushed me away slightly.
"Please,"I pleaded, "Show the-"
"Speak up."
I coughed. If this is what I have to do. "Show them I'm your bitch," I said louder, and continued, "Please, push me to the ground! Fuck me! With your big cock!" No longer did I care about showing myself, so I moved my hands away from my erect shaft, and touched the front of his shorts - feeling a bulge growing within. "You want to! I'll take it out and-"
"No. Not me," Master whispered. He pushed my hand away, and left me hanging there. He raised his voice, "Not here, you're always such a slut. Always cock on your mind. You've got me spent!" Again he lowered his voice. "And I've set up plans already." Pulled by the leash, I was forced to follow to a nearby bench.
A man sat on it, and it was close enough for him to have heard what I said. My tail drooped low as my Master pushed me forward, showing off my erect dick to this unknown man.
My Master spoke up to the man, "You're the one?"
The man's voice was a melody on its own, in stark contrast to the noise-filled square. "Yes... this is my husband's 'surprise' gift? How'd he know?"
"You fuck 'em behind his back, eh? Who cares. He's yours, take him to the square's public restroom. I'll wait outside." Master handed him the leash, and then turned to me. "Enjoy yourself, and be nice to the guy."
Soon, I was left alone with the man, and he dragged me off towards the restroom without a word. I realized that I was mere moments away from fucking, or being fucked by, a complete stranger. My heart beat faster at the prospect, the thrill; of what the man's cock would be like.
Convenience
He looked into each stall, seemingly to find one suiting to his tastes, before one was met with a nod approval from the human.
He pulled me in with the leash; I gasped as he held me still in front of his face, and averted my eyes and concentrated on breathing through the collar-choke. I felt fingers grab my front muzzle, moving my head and eyes towards him.
"Look me in the eyes," he said, and I couldn't do anything but oblige.
Unique, stark green eyes bored deep into my own.
My heart beat a little faster, my still erect cock throbbed, and the only sound inside the restroom was the painless crackle and shifting of my bones. I found him beautiful. If I could've, I'd have run off with him right away. But he had a husband, and I had a Master to please.
Suddenly he let go off the leash and almost threw me inside of the stall, himself following soon thereafter.
"Go on, slut," he told me, "take off my clothes. I've got business to do."
The urgent, commanding, voice set me afire. Quick to my knees, I found my muzzle in front of a bulge in his jeans. I nuzzled into it for a quick moment, before I forced myself off of him. Undress; I want his cock, not the outside.
My nimble claws released each pressing button, each followed by the throbbing cock. Soon I was able to slip the jeans down his muscular thighs, confronted instead by dark red boxers; outlining and accentuating the man's size.
I was a sucker for boxers.
I let my arms around his hips, grabbing a hold of his ass, and raised myself a little bit; grabbing the elastic band keeping the boxers up with my teeth. Down, down the boxers went as I slowly nuzzled my way over the bulge.
As soon as I did get over; its full hardness hit me on the side of my face. My hands that clenched is ass in concentration left it immediately, and hurried the boxers down to the man's ankle.
An experimental lick later, I had my jaws stretched wide over the thick cock; feeling its pristine, clean, taste on my tongue.
Moving down, moving up; bobbing my head onto the shaft in silence. Every now and then tiny gasps of pleasure emerged from the man, as I switched up my technique.
Just the head; stroke the cock with hand. I told myself what to do, and then did it. My tongue moved itself over the glans' edge; my hand pressed against the throb of his cock. Up, down; u- stop - lick, stroke. Massage his balls.
A rhythmic, enjoyable sensation. Hands were placed on top of my head, and pace was taken out of my control. My head moved up and down by his command; and his gasps, in turn, became more frequent. Little by little I came closer to having him deep inside of me; his entire cock down my throat.
His cock pulsed in my throat; I pulsed on the floor, my balls hitting my thighs over and over by the frantic pace he worked me at. Salty liquid, pre-cum, started flowing from his shaft.
Then he pulled out.
I tried to dive back in, but he wouldn't let me; and I was left to panting in the sight of the cock. Eager for another taste; another go.
"Turn around; bend over the toilet. Show me what a bitch you are; you, all like you..."
Leaning over the toilet, I moved my legs a part, my tail up: presenting myself to him. Stop talking!
"Even your Master; deserves to bend over... used as a toy," he said, I was staring into the wall; enjoying myself as my Master had told me to; images of my Master in my position in my mind; me in the man's position; preparing for fucking. A laughable thought. "A toy. That's what you are. Don't forget it; used, humiliated for others. Stay like that; it's hot."
He lifted my tail, and placed his cock at the entrance of my hole. I felt it start prodding; at first I tensed up, my body refused to give him entry. The switch in my mind had sounded several times, and it did so again.
"Relax."
At once the tense body, bones, ass let go. Without effort he slid inside of me - I let out a puff of relief - little at first; smaller strokes to allow me to get used to his size.
We got into a rhythm. He moved forward, I moved backward. I was lost in it, the pleasure of being fucked; the indignity of it being a complete stranger; his chatter above me - calling me a slut, calling me hot, calling me his. Claiming me.
"Moan for me, wolf; show me how much you love cock. Tell the world how much you want me to fuck you."
And moan I did as he rammed his cock deep inside of me, over and over. The heavy scent of sex was filling the stall; and likely...
The outer restroom door opened for the first time.
"_Fuck _me, si-- ah." The words slipped through my mouth through the moans; I couldn't help it. "Har, der!" I had difficult speaking; unable to get what my body yearned to say out of my mouth through the thrusts. I needed to let the one who had entered know. Needed to tell him.
My balls swayed in the air, hitting his on occasion; creating a slapping sound and producing an involuntary shake of my body; in turn producing an eager groan and a pleasant increase in the thrusts.
The outer restroom door opened again, a man muttered, hurrying out.
I felt guilty, embarrassed, for a second - but, in truth, it only added to the pleasure. Doing something I'm not supposed to. Something near-illegal. Getting caught.
The long, rapid thrusts became shorter, shorter, until the man pulled out entirely; making me involuntarily hump the mid-air for a couple of seconds before I realized. I was hard; it almost hurt, my balls filled, swaying in the air. I listened to the man stroke himself behind me, once, twice: Something, cum, landed on my ass - clinging to my fur.
After a short scream of pleasure, and several audible heavy breaths: I still stood in the same position as he had fucked me in, waiting for him to help my aching, throbbing, cock out.
I heard the click of the door unlocking. "Slut, stay here. I'm going."
There was that click in my brain again. I couldn't move myself; the man had left the stall door open and left the restroom. I hoped the next man to come in would be my Master.
I wanted to go home to my cage.
Kitchen
Master didn't take me back to the cage. I sat on the floor, next to a kitchen table, watching the news on a small TV in the corner. I wasn't allowed on any of the furniture without his express permission. It wasn't fair, but I loved it still; the lack of control he gifted on me.
If I was good, he might ask me what I want. I would just have to do as he say. I had finished transforming now, he told me before he went off; and I no longer heard or felt the bones crack. I had seen myself in the mirror.
Lithe, as always - but now looking as if I belonged to a furry brothel. I liked it that way. If my Master wished it, let me, I'd employ in a flash.
I heard his footsteps, and looked towards the doorway as he came through. I admired his well-shaped body, until I saw his fur red-stained - around his maw, his hands. For a second my maw was agape as I stared at him. He must have killed someone_, I thought and wiped drool from my jaw, closing it shut. _No speaking.
He held two fabric bags in his hand, blood dripping from them, and threw one to me.
My eyes darted from it, to him, to it, back to him. He flashed me a grin before he dug into the bag he had kept. He produced something bloody from it, and it took me a few seconds before I understood what it was.
Held by the hair was a head. He turned it around to face me. Its eyes lids had been cut off. Stark green eyes stared at me.
Master grabbed a hold of the lower jaw with the hand, and moved it up and down, whilst speaking from the corner of his mouth:
"'Eat me. Eat all of me, slut. Make your Master proud.'"
He threw the head at me and flashed another grin.
"Welcome to the pack."
Ugh. Hopefully that last bit wasn't too gruesome an ending for this short smut story, or what do all y'all think? Feedback in any form, positive or negative, be it a vote, a favorite, a watch or a comment is appreciated! Thank you for reading ^_^