A Mage's Desires: The first casualty.
#4 of A mage's desires
A young man just going about his daily life stumbles into an unfortunate fate as the werewolves look to spread their seed.
A young man strolled over to the village's water well for a fresh drink. His chest was bare and his leggings were cut short despite the chilly spring day. He gulped down several mouthfuls and breathed a gasp of relief. Gunner comes from a farming family, which is just about the only trade one would see on the outskirts of Central. It's been tedious work the past few days getting the soil ready for seed and Gunner was thankful for the crisp breeze. The wind danced his lustrous red hair around.
He headed back home for a mid-day meal, being sure to give a warm smile and wave to his neighbors Bill and Jeff who were having a hushed conversation.
"Hey there Mr. Drost and Mr. Patterson!"
They looked up, surprised to see Gunner walking by. "Oh, hey there Gunner! Fine day isn't it?" Bill stated and smiled. Jeff forced a smile behind a worried expression and resumed his quiet conversation.
Gunner continued on his way, trying to eavesdrop on the conversation.
"... werewolves." Jeff barely whispered.
"Nonsense." Bill stated, far too loudly for Jeff's liking.
"Just... What if? Those mages are _always_bringing something awful with them, and then who suffers the most when the crops don't perform? We do."
Gunner turned the corner by then, bumping straight into his sister Wendy knocking her to the ground.
"Ow! Watch it you huge oaf!"
Wendy was smaller than Gunner was, but had twice his strength! Gunner could never figure out how she could till an entire field in minutes. Still, when taken by surprise, she was easy to knock over thanks to Gunner's taller height.
"Sorry Wendy."
"Yeah I'm sure." Wendy said sarcastically. "Give me a hand up would ya?"
"Oh! Yeah, sorry." Gunner quickly thrust his hand out, pulling Wendy up. She wore her blonde hair back under a red and white kerchief. Her bright blue eyes smiled now at Gunner.
"Done drinking all the water?" She chuckled. "I swear, you were over there for half an hour! Is there even anything left for us?"
Gunner laughed, "Always! That first spring water, just seems to taste better."
"Well there's some bread and eggs inside, but Dad wants us both to get moving. So that means you too." She punched his arm playfully, even though it stung quite a bit.
"Sure thing." Gunner smiled back.
Meanwhile, back in the forest with Gino.
Ben tugged at his holy robes, now stretched to its limit with a few tears already appearing revealing his fur underneath.
"You look silly bud." Jack stated in his ever no-nonsense tone. Even from his new lupine muzzle.
"I just want some bloody decency! I never asked to turn into a hulking wolf creature! Can't I at least hide my privates?"
"You hated those things when you were human, why wear them now?"
"I still despise them!.. But they're the only clothing big enough to fit me."
"You're gonna overheat in them robes. You understand you have fur right?"
"I know that!" Ben barked back, still tugging and tearing his robes, desperately getting them to fit.
Ian turned his unamused face to Gino. "You sure we want these bozos with us?"
"We're going to need all the help we can get. Don't be a snob." Gino replied.
Ian looked to the village in the distance. Smoke rising gently from a few homes. He could make out a few things moving in the fields. It was midday, so probably just farm hands.
"So this will work?" Gino asked Ian.
He shrugged. "Prognostics were never my specialty. It'll be a fun experiment anyway." Ian smirked.
Gino gave a stern look, then glanced back at the ruckus the couple were making.
Sniff. Sniff. "Boy. I can smell the stank of those robes from here. You can't be with us with that dress. Even the humans can smell that one coming."
"It doesn't smell _that_bad." Ben said turning his black nose up and away, trying to evade the smell himself.
"Heh. I've got something that can clear that up." Jack chuckled, groping his balls and sheath. He pulled his sheath back a bit, starting to lift his right leg. His canine cock pointed right at Ben.
"You wouldn't."
Jack curled his lips and winked.
Back at the village.
Gunner looked up to something he heard from the forest.
"God damn it Jack!"
Wendy looked over to Gunner. "Did you hear something?"
"Sounded like some animal screaming. Maybe a fox got snared."
"... Awfully strange fox."
"I gotta go take a piss anyway."
"That's like your fifth break today! I'm done kidding around, get over here and help!"
"Look, I'm sorry, but I gotta go!"
Wendy rolled her eyes and went back to work.
Gunner walked over into the forest, past a few trees for some privacy. He dropped his pants to the ground, walked a few more paces, and found a nice scene to stare at. He reached his hand down to his penis, pulling back the foreskin a little, only something felt odd. His privates itched, and they felt really soft, yet his penis felt hard for not being erect.
He looked down muffled an audible gasp. There was a pile of reddish brown fur where his dick should be. His heart began to race and his eyes got huge.
"What do I do?" he thought. Then like he got pushed from behind, he fell hard onto his hands. He could see his hands beginning to form claws with more of that fur popping up. He looked down to his cock and saw the head becoming redder and more pointed, pushing his fur covered foreskin out.
He stumbled up, his back leaning against a thick tree. In a brief moment of humanity, he thought to seek help and get back to the village. He pushed off of the tree to start walking back, but his paw had a mind of its own and was now stroking his sheath. Massaging the soft fur.
"Oh God..." Gunner moaned. He stumbled and rested back against the tree. His furry digits groping and weighing his now hefty sack. His hips started thrusting into his paw, pulling more of his sheath back, allowing his imprisoned dick to escape.
"Ahh!" Gunner winced and fell down to the forest floor. His paw still had a firm grip and continued its rubbing. He panted as a tail pushed out from behind. His legs morphed into a cross between a wolf's and a human's, fur creeping down from his groin covering every inch of his body.
His brown eyes shot open and only eyed the growing red rod in his paw.
He had to taste it. He needed it in his mouth.
On his side on the floor, he curled forward. His mouth painfully and visibly broke and changed into a muzzle. Large canines parted his newly black lips, his tongue growing to triple its length. Half of his mind aware of the incredible pain, the other enthralled by the closer access this new muzzle gave to his cock.
Gunner strained his hips forward, his canine tongue sticking out as far as it would reach. At first, just a lick of the salty pre that was pulsing out. "Mmmmf!" Then the tip now reached his maw. He shifted around and used the tree to push his wanting cock closer. Now his whole groin was in his face.
His mouth sucked and slid along his slick dick. His nose shoved the sheath past his still small knot. The taste! The absolutely delicious metallic taste! His cock responded in kind with more shots of hot pre. He swirled his large warm tongue around his sensitive member.
He slid his head back, then shoved forward again. He was now fucking his mouth. At first slowly, but his new form gave him incredible flexibility. His mouth slammed toward his hips. His own balls slapping the top of his muzzle. His lips pursing around the engorging knot.
Gunner moaned at the delicious taste and knew it wouldn't be much longer for this young wolf. His paw grabbed and massaged his knot. His tail flew about as his head humped. Somehow his tool was getting bigger still, and hotter! The thickening slick juices coating his large tongue.
He took a fierce grab of his knot, threw his head forward one last time, and felt his balls tense up as they touched his muzzle. He came straight into his throat. Eagerly sucking and drinking every single shot. His cock pulsed and throbbed with pleasure letting every single drop out.
A few seconds later, Gunner's body gave in. He collapsed back onto the floor and didn't want to move a muscle. His thick tool still squirting cum onto the grass. It was now evening and should be getting real cold, but Gunner felt hot with all of his new fur.
His knot finally recessed, his sheath swallowing and concealing his dick once more. He thought to get up, but go where? He couldn't go back home looking like this. Why did this even happen to him?
Gunner's ears twitched at the sound of approaching footsteps. He wearily stood up, fearing to run in case it was his family looking for him, but stopped stunned looking up into the eyes of a werewolf.
"Well, it looks like we got one at least."
"Who.. What?" Gunner stammered for words with his lupine muzzle feeling entirely alien.
Gino placed a heavy paw on Gunner's shoulder. "It's okay. We'll take care of you. Come with me."
Gunner was too shocked to even think and followed the creature further into the forest.
"Gunner!!" A feminine voice called out from the forest's edge.
Gunner stopped in his tracks and turned his head. It was Wendy. He wanted with all his heart to go back to her. Gino quickly took Gunner's arm, yanking him back into the forest. Gunner stumbled trying to keep up again. That voice still crying out to him.
"Gunner! Where are you?!"
Tears formed from his face, running down the soft fur of his cheeks.
Gino returned to the cabin. Jack and Ben were deep asleep on the bed. Ben's religious robes clinging onto Ben's body with copious holes and tears showing his fur underneath.
Ian was still awake. "What'd you find?" Ian asked softly, not wanting to wake up the couple in the room.
"A young boy. He's still in shock and dealing with it badly." Gino presented Gunner to Ian. Gunner was still sobbing quietly.
"So it looks like it was a success." Ian remarked without the slightest emotion for the crying boy. "I worried our seed would've been too diluted to affect anyone drinking from the entire well."
Gunner looked up at the grey wolf talking to him. "You poisoned our water?... Why?"
Ian glanced dimly at Gunner.
"So you think the everyone will transform?" Gino asked.
"Everyone?..." Gunner whispered to himself.
"I don't know. Though it'd be a good idea to hit up the well again." Ian replied.
"No! Leave them alone!" Gunner stated loudly.
Jack and Ben stirred in their sleep.
"Shut-it farm-boy." Ian shot back quietly.
Gunner tucked his tail instinctively. "Sorry."
Gino looked to Ian, and then Gunner. "Come on. You're going to help us too."
"Goin' out to water the well again?" Jack said grumpily groaning to sit up. "Alright then. Common mate, we gotta do the dirty in public again." Jack stroked Ben.
Ben sighed sleepily "Morning prayer already?"
"Sure. If that's what you wanna think." Jack didn't care, just so long as Ben got up and came with.
Jack walked past Gino and Ian, patted Gunner on the shoulder heavily, causing Gunner's knees to buckle slightly. "Welcome to the freaks."
Ben shuffled right behind yawning as he passed Gunner, "Oh forgive me sir, but we'll be getting prayer started shortly. And please remove your fur hat. No hats in the building of our lord, thank you."
Gunner wore the most confused expression as Gino hoisted him up and carried him out. Ian followed, closing the door behind them.