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Benny and The Wolf Tribe – Part 2

By Dylandy

Wyeth did not comment on my change in eye colour. We returned to the hut in a jovial mood. But it was already late, and we have things to do the following day – so the party had to wait for the time being. As the light faded, I caught a glimpse of my eyes in a piece of reflective stone hanging from the ceiling. They glowed brightly even in the dark. I tried to calm my anxiety by sleeping.

Wyeth took me hunting the next morning. He was still very happy with me joining the tribe. Those lingering touches on my back or arms got longer and firmer, like he felt confident in treating me like a close friend. His tail kept wagging every time he saw the red marks on my arm.

The smells and sounds of the forest came alive when I was with Wyeth that day. It was like the world I was seeing before was only in black and white. The small movements of animals in the underbrush, the sound of hooves against the fallen leaves. It was almost overwhelming. The hunt proceeded smoothly, and it only took us thirty minutes to spot our first chance of bringing home some meat.

Wyeth did the honours that time and the gap in skill between us was readily apparent. I needed to practice a lot more with the bow if I wanted to reach his level. It was the same type of creature that I had felled a few days before. Wyeth set about preparing the carcass for transport back to the village. I suddenly felt the urge to urinate, I tapped Wyeth on the back, “I'm just going to go to the toilet."

“Okay. Don't get lost."

I hopped through the treeline, but didn't go too far. Wyeth may have been joking but I was afraid of getting lost in these woods. I unbound my pants and relieved myself onto an empty patch of ground. With that done, I turned to head back. The sounds of carving and shuffling had stopped, instead a struggle had started. I could pinpoint how many people were involved. Two.

My heart froze in my chest. Something was attacking Wyeth! I hurried back, breaking through the trees and coming up a scene from my worst nightmares. A man had mounted Wyeth and was attacking him with a crude wooden cudgel.

I growled, my chest rumbling like the engine of a car. It was a sound that I shouldn't have been capable of making, yet I did. I charged in, tackling the man off Wyeth and dragging him into the dirt. There was a violent struggle. His arms and legs flailed wildly in an attempt to regain position over me. Wyeth got his bearings and assisted me, he pulled out a length of rope and roughly tied together his hands, preventing him from resisting any further.

We both stood over the prone man with a scowl. “Who is this?" I asked.

“A thief, or an opportunist. They sometimes try to steal our catch, some are even foolish enough to break into our camp. They would be better served learning to hunt for themselves than these stupid games."

He spat at our feet, “Silence! You damnable mutt! I'll have every guard and mercenary I can find down here to put you all to the sword! And you, you traitor! Consorting with these miserable creatures!"

Wyeth kicked the intruder in the stomach to rob him of breath, “If only you had as good a nose as you have a mouth for making idle threats."

“Is this something to be worried about?"

“No. I have encountered my own share of men like this. The only ones who will take interest are the town guards - who like to lock them up for thievery. A man with no credibility cannot rouse a mob to threaten us. He will have entered town recently and heard of us hunting out here."

“What are we gonna' do with him?"

“Gag him and drag him back to the town. They can deal with him." Wyeth tied a length of rope around the man's jaw, locking it into place and prevent him from talking back to us. “Thank you for protecting me, Benny."

I waved him off, “I'm not going to let you get hurt by some stranger Wyeth."

Wyeth smiled brightly. As he walked to our kill and continued his work, I couldn't help but notice that Wyeth and the man were struggling some distance away from the body. If you looked closely, you might have been able to see me through the trees. Was Wyeth watching me the whole time? I roughly grabbed the still struggling man by the collar and dragged him to his feet. The fight had been taken out of him, and Wyeth could easily hunt him down if he tried to escape now.

I'd gotten used to the peaceful days with the tribe. I'd forgotten that this world was a dangerous place. Monsters, demons and criminals were an everyday threat to many. Of course, something like this could happen. I was foolish to think that it wouldn't. Wyeth and I marched the man back to the town wall and hailed one of the guards.

“Good morning strangers, what is this vagrant here for?" the guard man, balancing on his wooden spear.

Wyeth shook his head, “Nothing more than a common thief. He lay in wait to try and steal our prey."

The guard gave the man a withering look, “We've had enough of vagabond thieves like you." He reached up and untied the rope gag. The thief immediately did his best to make the situation even worse.

“Bloody beast shaggers! I'll have the royals burn this town to the ground! You're all sick!"

“I can see why you gagged him…"

I sighed, “He's a big fan of making empty threats."

The guard hit the man on the back of the head with the blunt end of his spear. The man clutched his aching skull and whelped like a wounded dog. “Shut your gob! For goodness sake, why can't you wanderers be more like our friend here. Never put a foot wrong - working for a living. And now you come here and make threats to everyone's safety." Maybe the reason he was a wanderer in the first place was because he couldn't help himself. The guard hailed down his partner, you dragged the man through the town gate and presumably towards the jail house in the middle of the district.

“Thank you for bringing him in."

“It is no problem," Wyeth grinned, “Let us return to the camp, we should prepare this meat before it spoils."

The walk back was quiet. Wyeth kept looking down at me for some reason, out of the corner of his eye. It's only when you finally head back into the woods that he finally speaks again, “I think you have a hero's heart, Benny."

“Really? Just because I tackled that guy off of you."

“Yes! Who else would do such a thing for a stranger."

“A stranger Wyeth? I thought I was a part of this now." I held up the red marks on my arm. “Or is this just for show?"

His ears folded, “I was… unsure of whether you had accepted us."

“I accepted you the moment I decided to get this. I'm on this ride whether I like it or not. You said it yourself – there's no good in living my life scared of disappearing into thin air again."

We returned to the camp. Wyeth showed me how to skin the beast and dispose of the parts that we weren't going to use. Not everything from the Mossback was useful. Some of the pieces were poisonous, or not structurally sound enough to use as construction material. The primary reason to hunt them was the meat, which according to Wyeth is rich in substance and forms a key part of their diet.

“How many tribes are there?" I asked from my seat above him. He cleaned off his bloody knife with a brown rag as he pondered his answer.

“I can't say for sure. The tribes try to stay out of each other's way so that the food remains plentiful, and so that we do not intrude on the towns and cities. I have witnessed many., the matriarch is more knowledgeable on such a topic though."

I scratched my arm where the magic tattoo was. For some reason I couldn't help but notice how much… hairier it was than before. It was true that I'd grown a beard, and my hair was getting shaggier by the moment, but I'd never grown hair on my arms this thick before. “Hey Wyeth, how much of a wild man do I look like?"

“You're not there yet my friend. I'd give it another month."

A month passed in much the same way. Wyeth taught me everything he knew about tribal life. Hunting, weaving, cleaning and maintaining the camp. I got used to things pretty quickly, all things considered. I got to know some of the other people in the tribe. They were all very welcoming and friendly. So much so that I'd almost forgotten the reason they welcomed me into their ranks in the first place.

That whole prophecy thing. Nobody mentioned it to me. At a certain point I forgot about it completely, submersed into a new lifestyle and routine that took up my time. I didn't want to think about it. Being a hero, whatever it entailed, sounded like too much responsibility for a slacker like me.

The foremost worry on my mind was the way that my body had changed since. It was evident to me that something had happened. My body was growing larger and more muscular, more than what I would gain just from hunting with Wyeth and working my muscles. The hair that was growing thick and fast all over my skin. And even the subtle changes I was feeling, my enhanced sense of taste and smell. It was no longer an issue that he or I could ignore. We were out hunting again. We took a short respite under the cover of a large tree. I tugged on the hair that had grown on arms irritably. It was longer and thicker than any hair that could grow normally. I wasn't stupid, I knew what was happening.

Wyeth stared at me, “Are you okay?"

“Did the tattoos do this to me?" I asked. I wanted a straight answer from Wyeth. I trusted his word.

His eyes had a profound sadness within them, “I've known other humans that have received them, much the same as you – none of them changed like you have."

“The stones then."

Wyeth clutched the small green gem between his claws, holding it up in the moonlight. “I know that you discounted it the first time around – but perhaps there is more weight to that prophecy than you first accepted."

“I can't be a hero-“

“And why is that?" he challenged me. He stepped closer and placed his palm on my chest, “You are as strong as any one of us, and just as kind. You do not need to become anything more than you are now."

“So why am I changing like this? We both know what's happening here. Look into my eyes and say that I'll be the same on the other side, after I become a wolf like you."

Wyeth seemed to reach an understanding about the way I was feeling. He stepped back to give me some space, and I found myself longing again for the warmth of his touch. “I… I don't know. That's something that only you can decide."

I sat down on one of the roots and ran a frustrated hand through my hair, “You're right. I can't expect you to judge me like that." The root wobbled as the tall wolfman took a seat next to me. The smell of his sweaty fur pierced through the vegetation like a knife.

“But you told me that you were travelling with us until the end. No matter what. Wolf or man, my opinion of you will not change."

I looked down at the red marks that stained my arm. He was right. I had promised them that I'd throw myself into this, no matter what. No more worrying about what might happen in the future, enjoying life as it came at me. I met his hopeful gaze again and nodded, “You're right. I'm on this ride whether I want it or not. As long as you're here with me, I'll be alright."

His tail wagged, but for once Wyeth took things a step further by pulling me into a rib cracking hug. His musty fur rubbed against my face as I was pulled close to his chest. The hug stretched on and on, Wyeth's shoulders heaved as if he was sobbing.

“Wyeth?"

“I don't want you to leave me."

“I won't. I promise."

Wyeth placed the palm of his hand onto my heaving chest. I couldn't resist him as he leant into me and pulled me into a kiss. His muzzle was warm and wet, his tongue attacked mine with precision and hunger. The warmth of his breath spilled over my face like hot water. I threw myself back into him, wrapping my arms around his broad back and gripping his soft fur between my knuckles.

No more words needed to shared between us. This runaway train was going to crash off the rails and there was no way to stop it now. We parted. Wyeth scooped me up into his strong arms and found a comfortable spot for us to lie down. He placed me back onto his leaves and removed his loincloth, revealing his sheathe. The bulging sack was pierced in twain by the emergence of his pointy cockhead. He growled, “Did you enjoy seeing it during our first hunt?"

My heart froze, “You knew?"

His ears twitched mischievously, “Of course I did! I could hear you from a mile away!"

I didn't know what to say. Spying on him taking a piss wasn't defensible. Wyeth smirked, “I got my own back anyway." Wyeth undid my own loincloth and pulled it away, revealing my own semi-hard length. The changes to my body had not spared my shaft and balls. They were heavier, and very furry. I could see the beginnings of a sheath forming around it as well. “I want you Benny. To warm my bed at night and stay by my side during the days."

There was no hesitation in my voice, “That sounds good to me."

Wyeth growled like the predator he was and pushed me down onto the ground. He hovered over my musky cock and inhaled deeply, “I cannot wait to see what kind of wolf you turn into. Big, strong, masculine. You have the musk of an alpha." I was not in the dominant position on this occasion. Wyeth's words sent a thrill up my spine. It was an appealing idea. I wanted to be big and strong, stronger than I was already. Wyeth slipped my erect shaft into his mouth and attacked me with his tongue.

It was long, wet. The tight ring of muscle that surrounded his throat tugged and pressed in around my sensitive head. I could feel the tip of his fangs pushing into my soft flesh, but Wyeth was careful not to hurt me. I ran my hands through the rough fur on the top of Wyeth's head. There was no control that I could take from him. He was much larger and stronger than me still. He was having his way with me, not the other way around.

As his tongue attacked me again and again, dipping into my dripping slit and slithering up and down my veins – I felt something changing. Wyeth's cheeks bulged more and more, and his blowjob kept feeling better and better. Bigger, bigger, I could physically feel it growing inside of his hungry snout!

“Wyeth, Wyeth!" I gasped, “Stop, I'm gonna' cum already!"

By the time Wyeth removed my hair-trigger bundle of nerves from his mouth, it had changed completely. Gone was the skin covered shaft, and in its place was an angry red fuckstick that put my old one to shame. It throbbed greedily, covered with pulsating veins and a thin layer of his spit. A huge knot sat at the base of my shaft, designed to lock me into place during a violent breeding.

“Ah, holy shit," I gasped. It was much more sensitive than my old cock, even the feeling of the cool air brushing against it was nearly enough to set me off. I hesitantly reached down and touched the top of it, hissing and pulling away quickly so as to stop myself from letting go too early. Wyeth smiled coyly.

“What a wonderful tool!" He stood up and placed his hands on the log beneath us, he swayed his hips from side to side, using his tail to brush aside the back of his loincloth and tease me with the sight of his tight pink hole. The stench of wet dog filled my nose, I didn't know if it was me or him. I loved it. “Become a predator like us Benny, give in and let it all out!"

I swallowed hard. I undid my loincloth and discarded it. As I stepped over to Wyeth's inviting backside I felt my chest rumbling again. I felt a deep possessive need inside of my head and my chest. I wanted Wyeth to be mine and mine alone. I needed him to warm my bed on a cold night, to offer his willing holes to me on demand, to share in my joy and frustration.

I needed Wyeth.

I lay my hands on his back and lined up my new knotted member with his muscular ring. The tip of my cock was a sharp point. Wyeth had done a fantastic job of preparing me to penetrate him, so I did just that. I slowly, painfully pressed inside of him while clenching my eyes shut. Seeing his muscular back twitch and tense would have surely made me cum on the spot. Wyeth's ring stretched around me and his internal walls dragged me inside hand over foot.

It was only when I felt the first piece of real resistance that I stopped and looked down. The knot was resting against him, but I wasn't sure if I could ram the whole thing in without hurting him. Between my legs I could see the changes spreading more and more. The fur that covered my legs grew thicker and darker, and my once normal toes and feet morphed and shifted into a pair of paws. The thick pubic hair around my sheath joined in, finally making it look like a real wolf's, instead of a horrifying mutation.

“Wyeth…"

“Don't be afraid to be rough, we are warriors and hunters!"

I pulled back for what felt like forever until my tip rested on the inside, bathing in the gentle warmth of his bowels. Then I slid back in, quickly, until our hips met and let out a loud, meaty slap that echoed through the clearing. I gasped and collapsed down on his broad back, I could feel myself getting larger by the second. The fur was encroaching onto my chest and neck.

“There is no need to please me now Benny, do what feels right."

“What if making you cum is what feels right?"

“I would say that failure is the best teacher of all."

Incensed, I slammed back in again and angled myself higher. Wyeth's cock flagged happily as I found a sensitive spot on his inside. I wrapped my arms around him and felt the front of his chest as I began to put myself into a steady but powerful rhythm. Wyeth began to pant and yelp as I tried to seek out his prostate and fuck it into submission. Wyeth's words had spurred me into a contest with him – I wanted to prove that I was just some one-minute wonder.

My chest broadened out until it was larger than his. I didn't have the attention span to pound his hole and witness all of the changes for myself, but they were obvious just from the way that I felt. Powerful muscle knitting together under my skin. My field of view changing and the dark areas between the trees lighting up like Christmas. My hands nearly doubled in size as several inches of height were packed onto my frame, turning me from an average guy to a musclebound giant in an instant.

The fur had completely overtaken me. There wasn't a square inch of skin visible anywhere on my body anymore. I held Wyeth tight and panted into his ear. More. More. I wanted to be a big strong wolf, just like him. I wanted to protect Wyeth and the tribe no matter what. I needed to be bigger, stronger, more masculine.

Fwhap, fwhap. Our hips met in a violent dance. Wyeth yowled and grunted with pleasure as my newly enhanced shaft pounded deep again and again. It was wild, brutal, completely unlike anything else I had felt before. This was the mating of two beasts in heat. The smell of sweat and cum hit my sensitive nostrils and drove me into an even deeper frenzy.

I wrapped my arms around Wyeth and flipped us around, planting him firmly on my lap and speed up the thrusting of my own hips. His throbbing cock bounced freely in the air as he tried to grab hold of something, anything that could keep him from flying up and down on me. His chest was fun to grope. I felt his nipples under his fur and attacked them with the tip of my new, sharpened claws.

I was quickly coming to the end of my tether. “Wyeth, Wyeth, stay with me Wyeth. I want you to be mine." We both let out a violent howl as his hot seed flooded Wyeth's bowels. My new, overly productive prostate and balls filled him to the very brim, until it spilled out around his stretched ring and onto the forest floor below us. We lay there under that tree, panting, sweating, fur matted with a combination of sweat and cum.

My ears flickered and swivelled as a new sound hit them. Wyeth's still semi-hard cock ejected a stream of off-yellow piss onto the ground in front of us. The stream continued for several seconds until it trickled to a stop. Seeing something so bestial and personal was enough to make me swell up again inside of him. There were other, better things to do than mate all day – we still had to deliver out haul.

“This is a night to remember," I groaned. I tugged the base of my fist sized knot from inside of him. My cock spurted even more cum as I pulled away, causing me to shiver uncontrollably. It was no exaggeration to say it was the best orgasm I had ever felt. His hole expanded and contracted, moisture and cum falling freely.

Wyeth laughed at me, “Sorry. I should have asked."

“It's fine." I clambered to my feet and wobbled. Wyeth stepped in and caught me before I fell. I was taller, my entire centre of gravity had changed during our mating. I pulled him with me to the nearby pond and fell back down onto my knees. In the reflective water I could see a wolf staring back at me. I looked different from Wyeth, stouter and bulkier than him. I reached up and touched my own face. It was a curious sensation, but whatever magic had turned me into this had ensured that I would feel no discomfort about the change. It felt as natural as my old body had been.

“I guess I'm a wolf now."

Wyeth nodded, “Now you really fit in. Not that it would have been a problem to be human!"

“I get it, Wyeth," I sighed and fell back. The fur on my body made even the rough and rocky terrain beneath my legs feel comfortable. I wiggled my toes, feeling the edges of my hardy pads touching each other. “I don't know about the whole hero thing, but those stones sure did something."

“We can worry about that another day, let's go home."

That sounded good to me.

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