Why you should heed words of your loved ones.
Story by Flame Warrior on SoFurry
So yeah... I know I haven't posted anything for quite a long while... but something sort of hit me while listening to Ozzy's Bark at the Moon... well, more like my Muse hit me in the back of the head with a cast iron skillet... that hurt... anyway, hope you enjoy.
He sat in his room, headphones on, playing the latest Monster Hunter game out, Generations from what he could recall from the top of his head, as his favorite tracks play on loop, oddly all of them from various artists and genres that typically spoke of the Werewolf myth. Not that he'd ever complain, but his room mate and boyfriend found it rather odd nonetheless. For the time, he just focused on taking down the fifth level of the Rathalos variant solo, which was easier said than done. Time was almost up, the thing was beaten pretty badly, tail cut off, body showing jagged slashes across it's hide, and he was almost out of healing items in general, as well as cool drinks when he finally scored that killing blow. Letting out the typical sigh of relief at finally felling a new target, he quickly set to get the carving rewards before storing things away or selling away any useless junk that wouldn't even benefit those just getting into the game.
It was at that time he finally hit pause on his playlist, went through the motions of sorting and selling, saving the game and turned on his 'New' 3DS before setting it aside, checking the clock. 8:27 AM, on a full moon. Letting out a groan, he got up and took a shower to get ready to try and tidy up the house before he made his monthly trip to the remote cabin in the woods, something he heavily insisted upon getting before he started dating his boyfriend... and for good cause. This time of the month was never easy for him, and no matter how many times he managed to keep a level head, what was inside him was always chomping at the bit to have FULL control. The nights of the Full Moon were the worst, and even though he managed to keep the Wolf at bay for several years, it never relented, never tired, never submitted. And the worst part was that his boyfriend periodically wanted to know what the hell he did up there alone for that one week.. and he didn't have the heart to tell him, afraid to be called insane, psychotic, paranoid even. Things never did get any easier...
Time seemed to have slipped by during his mental thoughts, as the hot water soon turned ice cold enough for him to break out of his inner thoughts, turning off the shower and toweling dry, looking at himself in the mirror. He was your generic scrawny nerd with a thin frame and a pale complexion, with a mop of brown hair on his hair, with some stubble growing in around his face. His brown eyes showed signs of troubled sleep with the bags under his eyes, something that would normally be seen in someone in their late 30s or early 40s. He reached for his razor, which he specifically told his boyfriend to never use, especially if he accidentally nicked himself, which tended to happen more often than not. So many things to be careful about, even during those frisky evenings. And their supply of condoms was running low to boot, another thing to weigh on his mind.
While shaving, he heard the door close somewhat loudly, jolting him in shock, causing yet another nick on his face. Swearing softly, he knew his boyfriend was home, and considering how the door slammed, it was yet another aggravating and tiring night at his job. He decided to try to focus on finishing his shave before even dressing and heading downstairs for a quick bite to eat before heading out for the week. It was routine, at best, as it was almost always around this time of the month that he'd be pestered and peppered with many prying questions, yet again. It really was racking on his nerves, and the questions somehow managed to get more and more invasive as their relationship went on.
"So you heading out to the Cabin of Man Periods yet again, Josh?" his boyfriend yelled from downstairs, jolting him again, though thankfully, he had finished shaving and disposed of the razor into a medical wastebasket he kept on hand.
"Yeah Pat, you gonna pester me again with these questions of yours? I told you too many times, it's something that I have to deal with, I don't need to drag you into it."
"Better idea," Pat said, now much closer, poking his head in to gaze at that ass, "My vacation is this week... I'm coming with you!"
That was ABSOLUTELY out of the question, that bestial rage flaring up as he whirled around, gazing at his lover, "OH TO THE NINE HELLS AND BEYOND NO!!! THERE IS NO WAY YOU ARE COMING WITH ME!!!"
Pat's grin dropped into a dark glare, studying him more now than ever, "Out of the two years we've dated, you have never once raised your voice to me. I want answers, and I'm tired of being pushed back. Either I go with you, or you can kiss my gay ass goodbye."
Josh's eye twitched, trying to take a deep breath and calm himself down. "Pat... I told you, ever since we've been room mates and before we got romantically involved, that this is something I have to deal with on my own. If you feel like I'm seeing someone on the side, then why the hell would I get under the sheets with you in the first place?"
Pat sighed heavily. "Look, I'm tired, exhausted, and it's always this time of the month that you go out to the woods for whatever reason, leaving me to cuddle nothing but a pillow in place of you. I miss you...and I know you have some STD or whatever, but I still love you. However, with you pushing me away constantly and all that, it hurts me and makes me question so much about our relationship. So what is it? AIDS? Hep C? What is it?"
Josh rubbed his face a bit, unsure how to answer at all, "Just... I can't just risk telling you... hell Pat, not even my own parents know what I have..."
"Same sob story you keep telling me... now then, cut through the bullshit and just tell me!"
He shook his head, getting dressed with a heavy sigh, "Give me some actual time to think it over... okay? Just... stop with the questions... feels more like an interrogation room more than anything else..."
Pat raised his hands and stepped out of the way. "Fine... fine... be that way..."
Josh headed downstairs, grabbing his keys and went to his truck, Pat's Oldsmobile parked next to his dinky Chevy as he got in and started the engine, heading out to the cabin, hitting the steering wheel. He loved Pat, and oddly enough, even though Pat was the spitting image of a burly lumberjack, thick beard included with a very small bald spot on his head and those blue eyes, no matter how tough he acted, he was just a big teddy bear on the inside. He just needed to get through this week, just needed to actually have time to think and consider how, and when, he'd break the news that he is a Werewolf, bitten during high school by a crazy girl that he saw change. He knew the rules, he knew what to do and how to protect himself and those he cared about, and it was a VERY rough start to it all. During his inner thoughts and his focus on getting to the cabin, he never saw that grey Oldsmobile shadowing him from several car lengths back, keeping distance to not truly be noticed.
Pat was tired of being kept in the dark, both literally and figuratively, and with this vacation, he'd find out the truth, one way or another. He made sure to stay back far enough to not get noticed, but still close enough to keep an eye on that beat up Chevy that should've died at least a decade ago. If Josh was good at anything, it was making sure that that old junker still worked well... that and the sex. He lit a cigarette as he drove, one of the only few times that he could smoke, since Josh ended up sneezing like hell when in direct contact with the smoke. He could live with that, he could live with the romantic sex, but he couldn't believe how Josh snapped at him like that. It was way out of character for him, and above all else, it was just the tip of the iceberg on the whole issue. He wanted to make the relationship work, considering how many fallouts he himself had in the past. And each one was pretty ugly. Hell, Josh was there to pick him up after the last one went down the shitter.
It was a pretty lengthy drive before he saw Josh take a turn down a dirt road, signalling that the trip was actually coming to a close, and he wanted to stay as far back as possible to not be caught. A cabin out here in the middle of bum fuck nowhere, where there was nothing to wipe your ass with but the leaves you picked, and one could only hope that they didn't grab Poison Ivy or Poison Oak. That shit was NOT fun to try and deal with. He shook his head and kept focus, snuffing his cigarette out as he notice that the dirt road started to turn more into an animal trail, and he noticed Josh had pulled over and turned off the truck, so he hid his Oldsmobile and kept watch. He could see the cabin just a ways up, and grabbed his binoculars to get a closer look. The clock on his dashboard briefly read noon as he played detective on his lover, something he hated, but was willing to put up with to actually get to the bottom of it all.
He watched Josh take a quick piss, then stroll up to the cabin and enter it. He'd keep a close eye for as long as he could, but who knew how long that would be?
Josh took off his clothes, knowing what would come at sunset. The inevitable change, and it was in a few hours at best. He shuddered as a cold chill ran up his spine, feeling the Wolf stir within him, almost forcing the change without him noticing, since it was in it's natural habitat now. It was always a mental struggle, and now was when it was at it's most tense. He decided to let th change happen. He was out here in the wilderness, roughly fifty miles from any sense of civilization, and there was plenty of game and water around, so why not? He grunted as the change took place, the pain of his bones cracking, popping, rearranging, his face pushing out as he took on a more hunched form, capable of bipedal movement, though speed was always what it needed on the hunts. That pain grew with an intense heat, fur starting to sprout on his darkening skin, his ears shifting to the top of his head as he collapsed onto the wooden floor, grunting more and more out of pain.
The change was always painful, but it wouldn't be long until it was finally complete with a sudden sprouting of that tail, swishing back and forth in eagerness before settling down, a new scent catching the Wolf's attention. Weak, submissive, and marking HIS territory, and it wasn't the pesky human who kept him back, it was something else, though also strangely familiar. He poked his head out and grinned, seeing a burly human pissing just outside of one of those loud noise makers. It didn't matter, he was obviously an Omega. He'd learn his place soon enough...
Pat groaned in mild satisfaction after he finished taking his own leak, zipping his pants back up before hearing a rather loud slam from the cabin. He whipped his head over, expecting to have been caught by Josh, but what he saw caused the color to drain from his face. Something bipedal, ferocious, and gazing right at him. Fear took hold and he ran, trying to get back into his car as he heard that monstrous thing bounding right towards him. He got the car door open was so close to closing the door when a large clawed hand grabbed the edge, just ripped the door away from the car, forcing it's head in, right into his face.
He screamed in terror, not even recognizing the brown eyes gazing back at him, fumbling and thrashing wildly to try and beat that thing away from him, but it just grabbed him and effortlessly yanked him out, holding him upside down by his ankle, snarling in his face. Pat was in literal tears, babbling like someone who'd piss themselves, had he not already relieved the contents of his bladder. That's when the thing did something that he was certainly not expecting. Talk.
"Smell like human... babbling like newborn pup... you'll learn your place Omega." came the bestial growl of it's voice, deep, dark, and dripping with intent.
At the sound of it speaking, Pat could only flail harder in terror, if it could speak, it could think, and that was in some ways worse. Then the thing lowered him down, right in front of a thick, red, dripping cock. A new terror took hold of the burly man as his struggles renewed itself before he was so callously dropped onto the dirt, dazing him before he felt those claws expertly rend his clothing into mere shredded ribbons, pinning him down with a heavy hand and a deep growl.
"Omegas learn their place at the bottom... Know who your Alpha is..." was all Pat heard before he let out a pained shrieking cry as that massive thing rammed his length into his ass, rutting into him like a gaping whore. He could only scream out from the pain and thrash in the dirt, tears mixing with it to cover his face in the salty mud as that creature used him for his own purposes. This was nowhere near what Pat expected to find, some massive monster raping him. He thought it couldn't get worse, then he felt that massive ball of flesh smack roughly against his speared ass, then his eyes grew wide.
"N-no please! A-anything but tha-" was all he got before a commanding roar cut him off.
"LEARN YOUR PLACE OMEGA!!!" came the reply as the creature grunting and growled, ramming that knot against his ass. Pat could only pray that this nightmare would end soon, then let ut a howling cry of immense pain as that knot was forced into his ass, then felt the first hot ropes of it's cum fire into his intestines. Sure, he took big dicks before, but never one so big as this, and dry at that. He couldn't remember more after the first few shots as his vision blacked out, the last thing he heard was a howl of dominance ringing in his ears.
Josh groaned as he woke up, wincing as he felt sensitivity in his dick, wondering just what tight bitch the Wolf got into last night. Then he saw something he didn't want to ever see, Pat huddled in the passenger seat of his Oldsmobile, whimpering in the fetal position. He put two and two together sighed heavily, then saw something more terrifying, a bite mark on Pat's shoulder.
"Oh fuck me... Pat... why didn't you stay at home?" was all he could say as he slowly got up and moved to his boyfriend, seeing the terrifying and obviously traumatized look in his eyes, offering his hand.
"Come on... it's time I explain all of this... since you're part of it all now... nothing else I can do but try to clean you up and comfort you... and hopefully you're not scared of me..."