Light and Dark Ch.1: The Bite
#1 of Light & Dark
The beginning of another werewolf story full of gay stuff and dramatic action stuffs... If you misclicked however, you know where the back button is. Criticism is allowed of course, I'm a writer not a totalitarian leader. Enjoy!
There exists two planes of existence in any given world, the Physical Plane and the Ethereal Plane. The Physical Plane is as it sounds, a plane of existence where physical beings reside, namely life itself. The Ethereal Plane is a little more complex. In it resides souls and spirits, the essences of life from which all life originated from. These two worlds are parallel and neither knows the existence of the other, except for a select few. These select are known as Borderlines, a people that exist in both worlds at once seeing the world as it truly is and in turn gain extraordinary powers. But these people are feared and from time immemorial Borderlines were executed, being believed to be abominations and as such have gone into hiding posing as ordinary humans to avoid detection from those who hunt them down.
This story follows that of a young man who became a Borderline, one cold night in the New England wilderness.
It was a cold night in the forests of Maine, a sky full of stars, unsullied by city lights, covered the heavens.
Keith and Ling, both college students and best friends, were camping in a forest clearing celebrating the survival of another quarter of their college education. Keith Morgan is a 21 year old Native American, average build, and the walking stereotype of a skater boy with black shaggy hair reaching his shoulders. Ling Truman is a 20 year old, 3rd generation Japanese American, with a lean build thanks to his participation in track.
Keith was huddled next to the campfire trying to maintain his body heat, shivering uncontrollably. Although he was born and raised in Maine, he never really got used to the cold weather, instead preferring to stay indoors as much as possible. Ling on the other hand looked perfectly fine despite the cold air cutting into their skins, and was nonchalantly toasting numerous marshmallows on the end of a stick. "Dude seriously, how are you unfazed by this weather?! It's freezing!" "Do you doubt my awesomeness? I guess even mere mortals are allowed a sense of doubt when they confront greater beings! Bwahahahahaha!" "Dude, knock off that chuunibyou crap. You are a grown adult."
After Ling finished his marshmallow feast he stood up and drew a metal bat from his tent, at which point he began heading into the woods. "I'll be back, just going for a restroom break." he yelled behind him. "Really? You'll be gone for a few seconds, what's going to attack you in the span of that amount of time?" Ling turned around and replied: "Well the woods could be filled with bears, or crazed serial killers, or worse... Shia Lebouf!" "Shia Lebouf, really?" He replied. Keith raised his voice to reach the slowly retreating asian. "IF YOU GET LOST I'M NOT COMING TO FIND YOU!" The voice carrying through the silent forest. Ling waved his free hand in response and disappeared into the woods.
"Shia Lebouf..." Keith muttered under his breath as he rekindled the fire to try and bring himself more warmth. shifting his body to try to warm up as much as possible. The silence was serene though, and although Keith didn't want to admit it, being a notorious shut-in, he loved the beauty of nature. The wind shaking the trees in hypnotic movements, the babble of a stream somewhere in the distance, the sound of the wildlife coming back from hibernation for the coming of spring, all performed to a tune that lifted worries from his soul, oh if only he could be apart of it. He leaned back, collapsing onto the ground letting the sounds of the woods relax him.
A few moments had passed before the young man heard movement. "Well guess who wasn't attacked by bears, serial killers, or Hollywood superstar Shia Lebouf?" Ling was no where to be seen, the camp was still short one person. "Ling if you are hiding, and trying to scare me it won't work, I remember what you did last year and I'm prepared for whatever you've got." He turned around expecting to see his friend wearing a hockey mask, but instead he saw a pair of glowing yellow eyes. The beast that was connected to them looked like a wolf but was the wrong size, in fact it looked the size of a bear. Keith's heart dropped, a beast was staring at him,contemplating. "SHIT!" He had nothing to fend the beast off with, his only option was to run. Taking off in the other direction, he gained some ground between him and the giant wolf, but the beast chased after him quickly regaining ground lost on its target its footfalls thundering all around him. "WHAT DID I DO TO DESERVE THIS?!" he cried out as he ran into the woods.
"Finally, alone time." Ling was looking for an excuse to get away ever since he got to camp. The young Asian was a vampire, a shape shifter that fed mostly on blood and meat. It was the middle of the night so his powers had no restrictions unlike during the day when he was confined to his human self. He took off his coat and long sleeve shirt, exposing his chest to the cold night air and a thin layer of fur began growing in its place. He enjoyed his transformations, each time endorphins flowed through his body giving him a sense of ecstasy as his body became more bat-like. "Oh, fuck..." His fingernails lengthened to a point becoming claws as his fingers and arms became connected by a web of skin to his torso. He tested his wings, giving them a few flaps to test his flying. After being satisfied he removed the rest of his clothes, becoming aroused at the exposure of his nude body to the cold night air. His face lengthened, making room for his fangs and forming a snout as his ears became more and more bat-like. His facial hair began growing upwards, covering his face in a blanket of fur while his eyes changed from black to blood red. Every other part of his body was being enveloped in the fur, god how he loved it.
The sensation of transforming was a sensual overload for vampires and werewolves, their bodies enjoy every second of it. Ling brought his hand down to his groin, stroking the member that received the brunt of his pleasure. "Well I'm glad to see someone enjoyed it." His webbed, leathery, hands felt like heaven to his dick, rubbing the sensitive rod in ways a human hand couldn't. He couldn't just get off on this, the vampire collapsed on the ground and began massaging his hole. Two of his fingers slipped in, pleasuring himself by pumping them in and out of the tight pecker while being careful not to stab himself with the claws like he did embarrassingly a few times before. After a minute of fucking himself, he came, thick globs of cum covering his belly, the vampire's tongue lolling out of his mouth like a dog. "Fuck~"
After cleaning himself off in the nearby stream, he began to revert himself and put on his clothes when he heard a familiar voice pierce the silence of the forest in an obvious panic. "WHAT DID I DO TO DESERVE THIS?!" Ling began to sniff the air, smelling the blood of nearby animals. He picked up on Keith's in an instant, the familiar scent made it easy to spot his friend. Close to Keith's scent was something Ling didn't expect, A werewolf.
Ling picked up his bat that was tossed carelessly onto the forest floor, and began to run towards the direction of the two scents. "I didn't expect you to discover our world like this Keith, I always thought it would be you coming into our dorm room at the wrong time, not underneath a horny wolf. Er...maybe I should stand back and watch..." Ling muttered under his breath.
The beast was gaining on him, its breath becoming more and more audible as the chase went on. ((If I don't do something, I'll end up as its dinner!)) Keith thought to himself. ((If I hang a hard right I might be able to lose it, but it might have a strong sense of smell, oh FUCK IT! I don't have any other option!)) Keith turned, hearing the beast thunder past him, and he hid in a bush. After a few moments, he let out a sigh of relief. It was silent once more, the beast moved on. Keith dragged himself out of his hiding place and got up onto his feet. He heard a twig snap, and twirled around. A man in his twenties stood before him naked.
From what he could tell from the partial light coming from the moon, he was a young man, possibly in his twenties. He was muscular but with a bit of extra weight as evidenced by the gut that was covered in hair. His face was round with a jawline covered with a bushy beard that was dirty blonde, the color that covered most of his body in a carpet of fur. His eyes gleamed gold, gazing needles into Keith and giving him a sense of dread. Most notably however was his groin, where a dick should have been there was a canine sheath and behind him a tail swished back and forth. It could have been possible this man was the same beast that was hounding him through the forest. Keith gathered his courage, calming himself to face the mysterious man.
"What do you want with me?!" The wolfish man stared him down from head to toe almost as if appraising him of his value. After a moment of silence he replied. "Well, I should ask you the same. I haven't seen you in these parts so I had to make sure you weren't a threat." His tone of voice wasn't convincing in the slightest, having a wavering kind of feel to the words. "What kind of excuse is that? Besides, you're naked! Anything in these woods could be a threat to you! I'm surprised you haven't started complaining about the cold let alone experience hypothermia!" The muscular man laughed, "Yeah, I guess that would be weird with this winter weather and all, but I'm surprised you haven't brought up the more interesting part of this tableau." He was definitely talking about his wolf-like features. "I was getting to that..." Keith said under his breath, taking the time to gaze the man up and down, although he had canine body parts he was handsome and... oddly familiar.
"Well, as I'm sure you've figure out by this point, I'm a werewolf, and since you've trespassed on my pack's territory, I had to make sure you weren't a threat, but you discovered me before I could leave." Keith couldn't believe what he heard, ((Werewolves?)), a creature of fiction standing before him proved the statement to be true, but the absurdity of it made it all seem like a dream. To illustrate his point, the wolfish man transformed into his wolven form, growing an extra foot in height making him seem that much more intimidating as his face morphed into that of a wolf's. "I guess you aren't a hunter, considering you ran away rather than pull out a knife or something." What was the werewolf going on about now? "Hunter? You mean like someone who hunts game?" The wolf glared at him, almost failing to look intimidating, was he even trying or was this the best the wolf could pull off?."No. I mean a werewolf hunter, someone who believes we are the monsters portrayed in fiction and also believes it is their duty to wipe us out." The wolf approached him putting a hand on the native American man's shoulder. "I'm sorry, but I can't let you leave now."
Keith felt his gut drop. "But I'm not a hunter! I don't want to kill you!" "I never said you did." The wolf replied. "But I made the mistake of being seen by you back at your camp, and you now know about werewolves, which is a secret I can't let you leave here with." ((I can't leave? Is he going to kill me?)) The wolf came up to Keith and did something unexpected. He grabbed Keith and pinned him to a tree, giving him a passionate lick across his face. "Wait, what?!" Keith struggled, trying to be released of the wolf-man's grasp but the werewolf was too strong. "Calm down, I won't kill you, you have two options." ((Two options?))
"One, you come live with my pack and we get a member of Order to train you to protect us from hunters." ((Order, what the hell is that? Some kind of cult?))
"Or two, you let me turn you into a werewolf." ((Me be a werewolf? The idea was tempting but...))
"What if I say no to both options?" Keith asked out of curiosity, not that he would actually choose it. The dirty blonde wolf grew a face of worry,"Then I would have no choice BUT to kill you. PLEASE, don't make me." The look on the werewolf's face suggested that something like that happened before, and left a horrible impression on the man. "Please..." Keith thought about his options. Become a member of a cult dedicated towards fighting hunters and protecting werewolves? Or become a werewolf himself. The answer was obvious as one sounded WAY better than the other.
"I want you to make me a werewolf." He answered, the choice was a no brainer. The wolf perked up, as though he wasn't expecting that response. "Really?" The wolf embraced Keith, licking the skater boy across the face numerous times before he let go. The wolf reminded Keith of a student at his college and it wasn't long before he made a connection. The wolf was a student named Joseph, and they sat near each other in their physics class, though they didn't talk much due to Joseph being silent through most of the lectures. He asked the werewolf for a confirmation "Your name is Joseph, right?" The wolf stopped, he was caught off guard. "HUH? How did you know that?" Keith explained. "We are in the same physics class though you sit a row ahead of me. Forgive me, but it's hard to see you as the same shy student with you hugging and licking me right now." The wolf replied, and it seemed as though he was blushing. "Heh... I guess so." The wolf began to caress Keith's belly as he lifted up the man's shirt, his torso being met by the cold air. "FUCK! That's cold! Do you have to remove my clothes?!" "I do if you don't want them to be ripped to pieces when you do change. It will only be for a few seconds, so don't worry." Keith helped the man stripping him by kicking off his shoes while the wolf dragged his hands down Keith's groin, undoing his zipper in the process leaving Keith's dick exposed and at the wolf's mercy. "You go commando huh? That's pretty hot, but we don't have time for that. We need to begin." Keith nodded, giving Joseph his consent as the blond wolf changed once more into the beast that chased him down no more than five minutes ago. ((This is happening way too fast. Just this morning I was getting ready for a camping trip with Ling. I never thought I would be turning into a werewolf tonight!)) The beast now stood on it's hind legs, a whole foot larger than Keith. Leaning down it bit into Keith's shoulder, drawing blood and issuing a groan of pain from the young male.
For a moment, he felt a shiver go up his spine before the bite mark began to burn. Keith gritted his teeth as the changes began to set in, starting slowly. After a few minutes his eyes changed color from dull gray lightening up into a golden yellow and he was sure he could see more from the moonlight than before, now being able to see the individual furs on the werewolf's muzzle. His ears began to grow, the cartilage stretching and rearranging itself forming a point. As Keith looked down he noticed his chest began to expand subtly, and in any other circumstance he would have screamed out of fear but his brain was producing chemicals that produced the opposite effect, he was enjoying it. His muscles grew and expanded with a feeling of warmth coursing through his veins not only that he was growing in height as well nearly reaching 7 feet. The little chest hair he had darkened and grew like wildfire, covering his pecs and then his abs eventually reaching every part of his body covering it in a blanket of ebony fur. His feet began to distort into paws, forming paw pads as his toenail began to grow and curve into black claws and looking at his hands found that the same occurred, only his hands looked more human like than his feet. His face began to grow and shift, his mouth began to change into a muzzle but not before his teeth became more like a carnivore's, sharpening into fine points. His ears, now pointed and covered in fur, migrated up to the top of his head, completing the head's transformation. His spine began to grow new ligaments, bursting out in a blossom of new skin and fur. Keith swished his tail back and forth, testing the new part of his body. One part remained. His cock began to grow erect, both out of pleasure and the transformation, the cock head becoming more and more pointed as the dick grew a few new inches and became a brilliant crimson shade. Keith's foreskin began to shift, connecting itself to his abdomen as it formed into a canine sheath. The base of his cock swelled forming a knot under the euphoric bliss of the transformation which was now complete. Keith growled in pleasure with his new body.
"Um, h-how do you feel?" Joseph asked timidly. The other wolf tried looking into Keith's eyes, but put them down underneath the pressure of Keith's gaze. The black wolf gave off an air of dominance that caused the wolf to cower. Keith was a natural alpha wolf, he could tell, but it was doubtful Keith understood the significance.
"I feel great! Now why are you cowering? Am I that scary?" The wolf grabbed the bottom of Joseph's chin bringing it up to his. "I don't mean to frighten you, now come here." At that he embraced the wolf, their bodies pressed against each other in an affectionate bond. Joseph felt reassured by the new alpha's display, and cuddled up to him.
"Um, Joseph? You're stabbing me." Joseph became embarrassed, his canine member came out of its sheathe while he was distracted. and his dick was indeed stabbing Keith in the gut, leaking pre. "Well, if you are that turned on maybe I should help you with that." The black furred alpha motioned for Joseph to get on his knees, and Joseph obeyed. The blonde wolf was panting, his arousal made obvious as the wolf began to stroke his own member. Keith could feel his own dominion over the submissive wolf, his dominance felt natural and he was overjoyed that the other wolf acknowledged it. "I didn't say you could stroke yourself, put your paws on the ground now!" The wolf obeyed, his eyes giving a look of consent. "Sorry alpha, I won't do it again." Keith smiled and mounted the wolf, his own canine prick coming out of a newly formed sheath. It was larger than his human cock, about 9 inches long and 2 wide. He began rubbing it between the wolf's cheeks, pre leaking out over the wolf's tailhole. Joseph moaned in pleasure picturing in his mind what was about to happen. Keith began prodding the hole with his finger, sliding it in and massaging the wolf's insides to make room for his cock eliciting more groans from the willing partner. "I hope you're ready," He said sliding his finger out surprisingly clean,",because I'm not holding back." Keith rammed the blonde wolf, his cock finding the prepped hole with ease, finding the inside comfortably warm and tight.
Joseph barked with pleasure as he was mounted by the newly made alpha, the dominant wolf's thick rod battering his prostate with every thrust. He started to reach down to stroke his canine member but remembered he was ordered not to stroke himself. He put his hand down in obedience, not catching that the alpha noted Joseph's display. He was surprised when Keith moved his hands down his chest, the leathery paw pads caressing the wolf as they made their way down to his groin. The alpha's hands wrapped around the wolf's cock, eliciting a moan from the blonde werewolf and began to stroke at even intervals timing them with his thrusts. Keith's thrusts began to become more frequent, intensifying as the alpha put his weight into each movement. He was reaching his climax, and Joseph decided to help him along, humping the alpha's hand while leaning into the alpha's onslaught. Keith's knot was fully flared and had little resistance to entering the tight hole with the help of the other werewolf locking both of them in place as he climaxed, pouring hot seed into the wolf's belly. Joseph let out his own seed as he reached the end of his own orgasm, his cum splattering onto the forest floor in a puddle. Keith let out a howl of pleasure, announcing his triumph to any and all that could hear it, Joseph joining in announcing the formation of a new pack, their combined howls pierced the silence of the forest.
The alpha wolf attempted to get up off of the muscular blonde wolf but found that he was stuck. "Um, Joseph, how do I get my dick out of you?" The blonde wolf laughed, "You have to wait for your knots swelling to go down, get comfortable because you'll be here for a while." "How long does it usually take?!" "A few minutes." The black wolf sighed and slumped over the blonde wolf's body, leaning in and giving him a passionate lick on the muzzle as that was all he could do in the position.
If it wasn't embarrassing enough that he was locked in place in a compromising position, his best friend Ling stepped out of the shadows with a smug look on his face while he applauded the wolf in a mocking manner. "WELL, I didn't find a bear luckily, but it seems you found yourself a werewolf!" pointing out the blonde wolf under his best friend. "LING! Uh, I can explain?" The best friend laughed at the ridiculous display of his best friend who was now a werewolf and stuck in the ass of the wolf that was chasing him not fifteen minutes ago. "To be honest, you finding out about our world was something I felt was unlikely." He said in between wiping tears from his watering eyes. "But this... THIS IS PRICELESS! BWAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"
After Ling calmed down and the two werewolves disconnected themselves from each other, Keith attempted to explain to Ling about werewolves only to find out about Ling's vampirism, apparently his friend was a vampire since birth. "So, are we going to go back to camp, or are you guys just going to continue standing around rocking your cum covered cocks out?" The vampire was right, the two werewolves were still in the buff with evidence of their mating still evident on from the amount of wolf seed covering them. Keith's clothes were thankfully nearby, but found that his transformation gave him a permanent boost to his height and muscles and that his clothes either barely fit him or not at all. His shirt could no longer fit him so he used it as a washcloth to clean up the remaining cum off his dick. Thankfully his jacket and pants still fit although tightly, but he would have to trash everything else leaving him to walk barefoot through the forest back to camp. Joseph wasn't as lucky, he stashed his clothes quite a ways from camp and was in the opposite direction.
After he returned they doused the fire that thankfully didn't burn the camp down in Keith's absence and went to bed in their respective tents with Joseph crawling in with his alpha. They stripped off their clothes, opting to spend the night in their wolf forms since their combined body heat and fur did enough to keep the cold at bay, and curled up in each others' arms. Joseph placed his head under his alpha's chin, savoring the tender moment before speaking up. "I'm sorry for lying to you earlier, I should have just asked you out like a normal person..." Keith held back a pained reaction, and gave his new beta a reassuring scratch on the back of his head. "How could you say that pup? You are normal the way you are!" Joseph lowered his gaze, staring at the alpha's chest. "Do you hate me for forcing this on you? I chased you down for such a childish reason and forced this new life on you, surely you're mad..." Keith had no idea where this was coming from but it was obviously bothering his beta. As Joseph's alpha he had a duty to care for his pup. "No, I would never hate you. What you did was rash, but I don't mind." As he said this, he lifted the beta's chin so that their eyes met. "As soon as we get back, let's go on a real date this time, okay?" Joseph perked up at that. "Really?!" Joseph began bathing his alpha in saliva, obviously thrilled at the answer of his alpha. "Hey. Joseph stop! That tickles!" Joseph laughed, cuddling up to his alpha as Keith drew him in for a kiss. "Come on pup, it's about time we went to bed." Keith managed to calm Joseph down and, collapsing in each others' arms, their breaths slowed to a steady pace as they drifted into sleep.
A motorcycle could be heard in the distance, a chilling sound that spelled doom for the middle-aged man who was now running for his life. The man is a hunter, and his existence was one he believed to be essential to the continued survival of humanity and he killed for that belief with a reverential passion, but now he was the one being hunted. A year ago, he and a squad tracked down and killed a werewolf and not just any wolf, the head alpha of the entire Portland region. It was a grand victory for the cause, but they never expected such a powerful retaliation. The Borderlines and their beloved Order sent an assassin to find those responsible and now the hunter was the only surviving hunter from that squad. He ran through alleyways as much as possible to try to shake the motorcycle riding assassin but running on foot could only do so much. "Damn!" The hunter ducked into another alleyway as the cyclist rounded the corner, the street lamps illuminating the shadowy figure. The man ran but found that he encountered a dead end. "SHIT!" Turning around he saw he was done for. The assassin was off of his bike, wielding an ebony blade.
"It was so kind of you to finally stop, after all gas isn't cheap." The assassin's voice was understandable but was obviously put through some sort of built-in voice editing software in the helmet. "Now, I assume you already know why I'm here to kill you, so let's skip the formality." The hunter pulled out his gun. It would be easier to hit the assailant now that he was off his bike. "Well, I guess it's only fair to defend yourself but a gun won't be enough." The hunter pulled the trigger, but the assassin was too quick. Even off the bike it was hard to focus on the assassin's movements, the biker was moving at an inhuman speed, making graceful movements to dodge the hunter's onslaught of silver hail. The hunter collapsed, a sharp cold pain entered his gut. Looking down, the assassin's blade was buried under his ribcage angled so that it pierced the man's heart. Coughing up blood he looked up, the assassin stared into his eyes through his blood red visor. "You fought well, but your crimes must be punished." The assassin yanked the hunter's gun out of his grasp, checking it and then pointing it back at its owner. "One bullet left, fitting." He pulled the trigger, the hunter's body grew limp as his life withered away.
Yanking out the blade, the assassin pulled a cellphone out of a pocket. He browsed through a list of contacts and selected the one with an icon of a set of scales. "That's the last of them, Head Alpha Theodore may rest easy now." "Good, now maybe the hunters will back off." "Boss, I wish you were right, but such an ideal outcome would put me out of a job." "You're right. Get some rest, you've earned it." The call ended, and the assassin put the phone away. He pulled out a talisman and placed it on the hunter's body, the body dissolving outwards from where the charm was placed. "If only our problems could dissolve as easily as that." The assassin drove off from the scene and into the night, earning a brief reprieve from the chaos of the war between the Borderlines and the Hunters.