The Beast
Story by Lonelyrider on SoFurry
Master LightningSword swallows a fearful black potion sent by his warlock teacher not realizing its deadly abilities.
A strange potion arrives from James' frightening warlock master, & the excited boy niavely gulps it down, unaware of the terrible consequences.
The Beast
By Lonelyrider
Lonely was feeling happy to be visiting her hefty boyfriend James for the 2nd day in a row at his opulent manor, he was bringing in a stack of books from his library for them to enjoy together, and he chuckled as some fell and she caught them.
"Nice catch, baby! Oh, who could that be?" James mused, sitting beside her with a warm smile, as his servant Luke answered the door. Luke made a face as he turned around and they heard the sound of hooves as the courier departed.
"Sir, these are a delivery from Master FoxBlood for you." Luke said, setting down a sinister-looking tray of different colored potions in ornate bottles. Lonely and James admired their reflections in the beautiful carved beakers and James picked each one up in turn; one was red with roses and thorns on it, another green with dragons, and a 3rd was black with howling wolves and claws carved into gold mounts that held the glass in place.
"Wow, I wonder what these do?" James mused out loud. He turned to Lonely, who smiled at him sweetly, one of his history tomes waiting folded in her skirted lap.
"Should we continue reading, my love, or try one?" James asked her opinion.
"Hmm." Lonely thought, scruntching her lip, "I say, potion." She decided.
"Yeah, me too. You can join me of course, sweetheart, let me just make sure it's safe first." James requested tenderly, Lonely gave his face a caress and he purred lowly, his wings shuddering happily. James popped the cork off the black wolf potion and chugged it, his face looking shocked and nearly gagging on it; it tasted horrid.
"Oh...God darling, it tastes horrendous." James wiped his mouth politely on a nearby fancy napkin and Lonely got up to pour him some sweet wine, he thanked her and sipped it with a relieved sigh.
"Thank you! Oh...excuse me." James gasped, belching loudly as the potion started to take hold. "I did not mean to do that, so rude." He apologized, Lonely smiled at him and gave him a kiss and he stroked her cheek, his hand shook and he gazed at it; things started happening very fast from that point on.
"Jamesy, are you ok?" Lonely asked, stroking his enormous outer bicep sweetly. Lonely gasped; James managed to utter a quick warning to her as he stammered, his hand, which was transforming, knocking a fine tea set off the lamp table. His voice was mixed with a steely dark tone as he uttered to her fast as he could, still stammering forward and covering his face, which was elongating, along with his hands.
"My darling rose....ahhh," James lurched back as if drunk, his hands hairy and growing long sharp claws, his face continuing to lengthen into a muzzle full of razor teeth, "Get to safety my love, q...quickly! Get away from me, hurry! Go, go my dear!" James pleaded, Lonely gasped and started crying but she took him seriously, frightened as she hurried away in her lacy floral skirt and top, looking back at him wistfully; luckily James' servants had overheard and opened the kitchen door, ushering her quickly inside. They hurried her to a trapdoor below the kitchen prep table and the chef bolted it several times, they all shivered as they heard James let out a cry of pain that turned into a horrid roar, and they heard crashing as he began to rampage through his beautiful manor, now transformed into an enormous dark brown werewolf with the size and brute strength James normally carried.
"Darling!" Lonely cried, weeping with worry, Luke held her close and comforted her, scolding Chef Clancy as he stood by the bolted trap doors holding a huge cooking knife.
"If I hadn't been eavesdropping, we'd all be getting eaten right now, including her! How happy would Lord LightningSword be then?" Luke hissed, as Lonely cried harder into his fancy suit and he patted her back. "There, there."
"Maybe you have a point, this time, Luke. Now, shut up, all of you! We need to stay quiet until the potion's worn off, I have a family member who suffers from this affliction, and it's no joke." Chef Clancy cautioned, zipping his canine muzzle with his hand. Luke looked angry but obeyed with a scoff, the other servants cowering beside James' weeping girlfriend, though she tried to quiet her sobs.
Upstairs, James was tossing heavy furniture and raking long clawmarks down his favorite fine paintings, shredding them in the process, a large reservoir of inner rage tapped into in this fearsome form. If he'd been at his favorite hobby in the gladiator ring, his form would have been an asset; but at home in his manor among loved ones and servants, it was a bane. James howled and roared and sent an entire heavy couch flying with a crash & a growl; hidden in the cellar trapdoor, Lonely and the staff all winced and huddled in the corner.
"Oh, poor Jamesy!" Lonely sobbed quietly.
"It'll wear off, dear." Chef Clancy comforted in a quiet whisper, finally tiptoeing away from the trap door and joining them, his knife still drawn. "I don't think James heard us scurry down here. We'll be okay if we let it run its course." He finished, "Everyone, not another word until James opens those doors in his human lesser angel form. Just be silent." All of them eyed the ceiling, all shaking aside from the chef. James tore through his treasured bed curtains upstairs and ripped the drapes savagely off the wall, using his hand and feet claws, he climbed out the window and leapt onto the slanted ornate roof of his manor, climbing to the weathervane at the vary highest point and raking his claws down the shingles & bricks, grinding them to dust. In an expression of mixed pain and fury James threw up his now completely canid head and let out an eerie howl that echoed through the distinguished countryside where he lived, his huge wolfish bulk illuminated against the red moon as his breath formed mists and he howled again at the top of his manor. Suddenly, the potion ran its course and James quickly reverted back to his normal form, exhaustion from the primal rage taking over, the huge brute collasped and fell, sliding limply down his angled roof and coming to rest with his bulky arm dangling over his roof at the edge of the eaves and wings drooping limply, out cold after the harrowing ordeal. Slowly his servants and still worried girlfriend would emerge from the cellar and figure out a way to rescue the unconscious angel from his own rooftop and try to repair his destroyed home on the inside, a feat that would take the rest of the night and days to accomplish, respectively.