Changes. part 2

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This story was written by my good friend & fellow Fur, Little Wolf. This is the second part of a longer story (or so I'm told), If you want more please E-mail me & I'll pass on your requests.

ADULT CONTENT AHEAD.IF YOU CAN'T DEAL WITH IDEA OF M/M BONDAGE & HUMILIATION,PLEASE LEAVE.....YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.

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CHANGES PART 2

Whoever I was… I no longer am…

…but the memories remain…

It has been months since my encounter with Tenebrae. My strength has returned and I have changed in so many ways.

I am the “Little Wolf” no longer.

Strangely, I don’t know whether to feel proud or disappointed.

I have never felt more powerful in my life and yet, in truth, I am completely vulnerable.

In the months following my fight with the Dark One I have recovered to become stronger than ever. Strength, agility, instinct all enhanced ten-fold. Yet, I prowl the woods like a lost cub.

I now dart through the forest with a speed and precision previously unknown to me. My body completely in tune with the environment but…my heart and soul… They are lost in darkness.

I had thought I knew what I was. The best in man and wolf combined.

Yet having now met some of my own kind, I feel more lost than ever. My uniqueness has gone and I am but a shadow of what I feel I should be.

My run through the darkness continues. My legs propelling me with an intoxicating speed. A few months ago I would have been lost in this moment. Unaware of everything around me but not now…

I sense the air being penetrated. A projectile moving towards me with deadly aim. My body moves instinctively and the bullet misses me by a fraction.

Without hesitation I leap an impossible height, taking to the air. Leaping through the darkness in my man-wolf form I follow the scent of my hunter and, in moments, I am upon him.

It’s a human… Just a man…

I rip the rifle from his hands and smash it against a tree that has stood for centuries.

He cowers in fear, his terror tangible. He is helpless. A vulnerable soul who is no longer a threat to me. I can walk away. I don’t…

My paws grab him and my claws rip the clothes from his pink, bare, flabby body. I hear his cries. I don’t care…

Violently, I throw his body over a decaying tree stump. My claws rake his back and blood pours freely. He screams and cries. It doesn’t matter…

Taking my position astride him I let my wolf cock caress the boundaries of his rear cheeks and my fangs find their way to his neck.

I teasingly nibble, rather than tear. Nevertheless, there is blood and my fever rises.

With no other thought I savagely penetrate the human’s backside. He screams with a pain I can never recall hearing before. It means nothing…

Back and forth I thrust till his screams seem to fill the pitch-dark forest. I have raked his skin and the stench of blood fills the air.

I feel his pain and I relish in it. Thrusting my inhuman organ deep within the hunter I howl in triumph. He screams and I howl.

Throwing my mane back in a last display of victory I thrust my muzzle towards his neck. Fangs find his flesh and slowly penetrate his neck. The human screams and I…stop.

Pulling myself free from the hunter I gaze upon his body. Doubled-over, bloodied, fragile… What have I done!?

I should be more than this.

“He deserved it”, I tell myself. “He would have killed me…or one of my brothers.”

Those thoughts do not stop the darkness spreading across my soul. The feeling of emptiness is almost complete.

I scream violently and my howling fills the night.

“Who am I” is the last thought I have before my mind is consumed by emotion and, reverting to my full wolf form, I return to the depths of the forest.

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Weeks pass and the mind weaves in and out of the past, present and future with casual regard to reality.

For the moment, as I sit deep within my forest, I am a child again. A young, frightened teenager who finds school his personal definition of hell.

I am standing in the showers of the school gym. Naked, wet and alone. Everyone else has left for home but I was kept behind. The water washes over me and I lose myself in the sensation. Hands roam around my young body and instinctively find their way to my budding manhood. It floods with blood and, unconsciously, I caress myself. I am lost in the moment until the silence is brutally shattered.

“You dirty little lad!” My teacher roars with violent expression. Despite his words, the evil grin on his face reveals that he is not entirely displeased with what he’s found.

He reaches to the main water tap and turns it to cold. I leap from under the freezing water but he pushes me back under it and I stand there shivering till my boyhood shrinks back to its flaccid state.

Suddenly, the water is turned off and I am left shivering in the cold, damp room. A moment later my Teacher grabs me by the scruff of the neck and, after pushing my head down towards the tiled floor, starts to viciously spank my bare, wet buttocks.

This time I try to fight back. I push against the adult who towers above me but succeed only in angering him.

“Oh, I know how ta keep ya from struggling, son”, he says with playful malice.

With that, he reaches down to my groin with his left hand and wraps his thumb and forefinger tightly round the top of my ball-sack. He gives a sharp tug downward and I immediately resume my position bending over and don’t move another inch.

My Master laughs quietly and proceeds to tan my cheeks with his calloused hand. From time to time he pulls sharply on my tight sack to rein me in.

Eventually he tires of this and allows me to stand upright but keeps a firm hold of my sack. I look down and see that he has pulled his aroused cock through the fly of his shorts. It’s stubby, thick and hungry. The foreskin strains against his now throbbing head.

“You’re finally gonna be of some good use to me, Son”, he growls with vile intent and pushes me down until I face his erect member.

“Now, you’re gonna be a good lad and do what you’re told or I’ll tawse your arse so hard you’ll never sit down again!”

“No…” I mumble. Barely audible but he hears…

My enemy grabs me by the throat and drags me to my feet. “You think you can stop me?” he screams.

“Yes…”

It happened in a split second. My hand blurs in front of my eyes. Moving at incredible speed. Flesh gives way to fur and claws rip through the surface of my skin.

I then feel those claws penetrate my assailant’s throat. He has no time to scream.

There is no panic. No regret or confusion. I look at the body by my feet and then step over it. After entering the showers again and washing the blood from my body, I dress without rushing and leave quietly.

The body isn’t discovered for another ten minutes. I am not questioned and a few days later, animal tissue is found on the body. No further investigation is made…

Reality reasserts itself and I find the darkness and cool night breeze a soothing comfort. Silence surrounds me but I know I am not alone. The Dark One is close by.

For months I have returned to this one point in the forest. The cave where Tenebrae tortured me. There never seemed any doubt that he would return here, knowing that we must meet again. For weeks I have sensed him around me. Watching me but never coming close. Now he edges near.

“Afraid to show yourself!?” I howl into the night.

There is no response. He is close but his scent is elusive and…

I feel his claws gently drift across the back of my neck. It is almost impossible for me to believe that he could get to me without my senses being alerted but I show no surprise and remain perfectly still.

Paws caress my neck and back. I let my head fall back and I feel Tenebrae’s muzzle find its way to my shoulder. A tongue gently drifts across my ear and neck. Moments later I feel his wolf cock press against my back and his huge sack massage my spine.

My own cock becomes engorged with blood and thrusts out into the night air.

“You will always be mine”, he whispers into my ear and his claws roam towards my neck.

Without thought I grab his wrist and throw him over my shoulder. He lands with grace and stands to face me with a grin.

“I belong to no-one”, I snarl.

“Then why do you come here? Why do you wait for me, Little One?”

“That is not my name.”

“Then what is? Little One…”

“My name is Shadow”

Tenebrae grins with pure malice. “I wonder if you have any idea how ironic that is?”

The reference is lost on me and I do not care.

“I want answers, Tenebrae. Since we met, I have lost myself. The animal is becoming all. I don’t know who I am any more.”

“…and these feeling of darkness…of evil and hate… You believe those come from the animal within you?”

“Yes…” I say, doubtfully.

“Shadow, it is your HUMAN side that is corrupting your heart. The animal only knows nobility but it can no longer share you. You have to end this conflict. You know what you must do.”

I look into the eyes of Tenebrae and I reach out towards him with my paw open.

“Help me…”

He smiles and nods.

With grim detachment, I realise I’m now dancing with the Devil…

***to be continued ???***

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