Date: Thu, 21 Jan 1999 21:39:32 PST
From: Coistrel Wolf <coistrel@hotmail.com>
Subject: Let It Loose, Pt. 2

Let It Loose, Part 2

By Coistrel


When Daniel woke up, his first thought was: "I'm making a habit of 
waking up without the slightest idea where I am." At least he was on a 
bed this time. He propped himself up on his elbows on the small twin bed 
and looked around. It was morning, probably around 8AM. A warm breeze 
fluttered through the curtains of the open window, slanting rays of 
sunlight dappling the white comforter covering Daniel's still-naked 
body. The room was spare: hardwood floors, the simple bed, a pine 
dresser, square windows in two of the walls. 

Daniel pushed the covers down and looked at his chest and abdomen. His 
body looked beaten. Small scratches covered his torso, random bruises 
here and there on his upper arms and chest. He remembered the bite and 
reached up to the left side of his neck. He felt a bandage there, a 
square of cotton held in place with gauze tape. He resisted the urge to 
finger the wound beneath, preferring to defer that unpleasantness for 
right now. Pushing the comforter off his body, he realized how sore he 
was. His legs, back, and shoulders felt pummelled. Lying naked on the 
bed, the increasingly warm sun caressing his tired form, he began to 
remember fragments of the previous night's experience. The still-visible 
impressions left by the restraints on his ankles and wrists, a sudden 
memory flash of the looming werewolf mounting him from behind as he 
writhed helplessly in his steel bonds. The hypnotic images in the mirror 
of the howling animal mercilessly pistoning that giant cock in and out 
of Daniel's ass, plunging forward with shocking suddenness to bite his 
neck, causing Daniel to ejaculate explosively before blacking out. 
Daniel couldn't think about these events all at once; the mixture of 
emotions was overwhelming. He decided to get up and size up his current 
situation.

He walked to one of the windows and looked out. He saw Brian's car 
parked below, and realized he was on the house's top floor, a small 
garret-like room he had noticed as they had gotten out of the car the 
night before. The sun on his body felt good. He checked the dresser for 
his clothes. Nothing. He stuck his head out the door and saw a short 
hallway, with a bathroom at the other end. His footfalls made the wooden 
floor creak as he walked toward the bathroom. Inside, a clawfoot tub and 
shower made him think how refreshing the water would feel. He hesitated, 
then turned it on and got in. As the water ran over his aching body, 
Daniel remembered more of the extraordinary experience of the night 
before. His cock stirred as he recalled the moment he realized that 
Brian's body was transforming into something animal, that brain-frying 
moment he'd never realized he'd been waiting his whole life for, and how 
Brian had pointedly made his desire for Daniel responsible for the 
transformation. A stinging pain interrupted this reverie as the water 
got under his bandage and into his open wound. Daniel turned the water 
off and pulled open the shower curtain. He saw a large towel hanging on 
a hook on the wall and used it to dry himself, then wrapped it around 
his waist. In the mirror attached to the back of the door, he saw the 
bandage on his neck, and his bruised, clawed upper body. He squeezed his 
dick through the cotton towel as his mind flashed images of the 
werewolf. I don't look so bad, he thought. My father said big things 
come in small packages. He smiled at this recollection, having always 
been secretly amused at his father's typically clueless unintended 
meaning. He remembered the way the werewolf had looked at his erection, 
which was bigger than you'd expect from a boy his size. He'd always felt 
ashamed of the way he'd admitted his feelings of inadequacy to his 
father, of being the runt, which was what'd prompted Dad's pep talk. His 
father didn't know he'd also begun to have sexual feelings for other 
boys. His father still didn't know, all these years later.

The werewolf knew everything about him, Daniel realized, and had given 
him a secret in return.

He opened the door and inched toward the stairs, listening for any sign 
that Brian was awake, or even in the house. He made his way slowly down, 
careful to avoid making the stairs creak. On the floor below, the second 
floor, an open door revealed some kind of office or study, dominated by 
a paper-strewn oak desk and another smaller desk holding a computer 
monitor and printer. An old stuffed chair and large fully-packed 
bookcase completed the small room's furnishings. He looked at some of 
the yellow adhesive notes surrounding the monitor screen and some of the 
papers on the desk, hoping for clues into Brian's activities. As far as 
he could make out, most of them seemed like notes for a writing project, 
but he was unable to discern a common theme to the disparate scribbled 
phrases and references. A sudden small sound behind him made him jump, 
and he spun around to see a small gray cat looking up at him from the 
doorway. He smiled in relief and picked the cat up, scratching it under 
the chin as he went back out into the hall. The cat had clearly come 
from the other room on the floor, as its door was now almost wide open 
rather than slightly ajar as it had been. He let the cat down and crept 
forward stealthily. 

Within the room he saw Brian asleep on a large bed, facing away from the 
door on his side, his body covered up to the waist with only a white 
sheet. The sight of his muscular back and right arm made Daniel's cock 
twitch. In his mind he saw the howling, sex-crazed animal of the night 
before superimposed on this gently sleeping form. Daniel knew he could 
back slowly away, find his clothes, and get out of the house without 
waking Brian. But here he was, not moving. Brian hadn't locked him in 
the attic room, or made any obvious attempt to keep him from leaving. He 
stood there frozen, unsure what to do next. Why wasn't Brian afraid 
Daniel would drive a stake through his heart? Or was that for vampires? 
Finally, instinct led him into the room. As he quietly approached the 
bed, a small voice inside him wondered what the hell he thought he was 
doing. This man drugged you and imprisoned you. He transformed into a 
monster and raped you. (Or was it possible that the experience of the 
night before was a product of his drugged imagination? Had Brian planted 
some kind of post-hypnotic suggestion in his mind, with all that talk 
about wolves?).

More importantly, why was he still walking toward Brian and not running 
away from him?

As quietly as he could, he let the towel drop to the floor and slid 
under the sheet, as close to Brian as possible but not touching him. The 
warmth from his body made Daniel tingle. When Brian didn't immediately 
awaken, Daniel became more brave, and gingerly let his hand touch the 
smoothly muscled back. Looking down, Daniel could see most of Brian's 
gorgeous ass below the thin sheet. He let his hand wander down to 
Brian's waist, and then around to his tightly ridged abdomen. Brian's 
breathing was still deep and rhythmic. A siren in the distance made 
Daniel's hand flinch. He froze momentarily, but then relaxed when Brian 
didn't stir. Brian's flesh certainly felt human; he was now having 
trouble associating last night's supernatural visions with anything 
concrete. 

Suddenly, Brian grabbed Daniel's wrist and moved it to his crotch, 
allowing it to rest on his fully erect cock. Daniel looked up to see 
Brian's eyes wide open. How long had he been awake? Daniel's hand 
encircled the tumescent organ, feeling the heat of it as it grew in his 
grip. Brian turned around quickly, and gracefully got on top of Daniel, 
straddling him. Daniel never let go of the throbbing meat, and looked up 
into Brian's eyes, still somewhat glazed from slumber. A sexy smile 
broke across Brian's sleepy face. "I'm glad you didn't run away, Daniel. 
I can't tell you how glad I am".

The look in his beautiful eyes was one Daniel would never forget, and 
one that he'd always feared he would never see in another person. 

Brian looked down at Daniel's torso, at his own cock straining in the 
young man's fist. He lowered his head and kissed the boy, his tongue 
gaining entrance and exploring Daniel's mouth hungrily. Daniel let go of 
the cock and let both hands wander over Brian's body, the first chance 
he'd had to really feel it.  Brian's hard body, his warm skin.  When 
Brian dipped his head down to suck Daniel's left nipple, Daniel got a 
look at the muscular back and that fine ass, dappled by morning sun.  
The feeling of Brian's tongue on his nipple shot waves of pleasure 
through his tired body. He shuddered as Brian moved down his stomach and 
took his fully erect shaft into his mouth. Brian's head bobbed up and 
down on the glistening rod as Daniel writhed, his hands on either side 
of Brian's head. He was incredibly turned on by the sight of Brian's 
jaws straining to let just a little more of his cock down his throat. 
Brian's throat finally relaxed and Daniel was in to the hilt, his balls 
bouncing against Brian's chin with each thrust.  Brian gagged 
occasionally, struggling for breath, but his increasing pace and the way 
his hands now roamed over Daniel's chest revealed his passion.  The 
depth of his lust became apparent when he looked up at Daniel's face, 
Daniel's cock buried in his hungry throat. It was a glazed expression of 
primitive desire; beyond words, yet communicating a need so clear that 
Daniel could see, instinctively and suddenly, the connection between 
this Brian and the shocking animalistic apparition of the night before. 
The eyes again gave him away.

Just as this epiphany struck him, his hands on Brian's head felt a 
strange movement. Brian's ears were growing. He looked down and saw that 
black fur was appearing on Brian's shoulders. The muscles of his 
shoulders and upper arms looked chiselled as they popped and contorted. 
Brian's hands now resembled rough claws, which scratched Daniel's chest 
before settling on his hipbones, holding the boy down roughly. Brian's 
mouth suddenly came off Daniel's cock, he threw his head back as his 
eyes closed in concentration, and then as his face turned to the ceiling 
it pushed out into a muzzle in three violent thrusts. Once his head 
finished its contortions, Brian took Daniel's still-hard dick back into 
his mouth as the rest of the change continued. It was a miracle that 
Brian could keep from hurting Daniel's cock while undergoing such a 
transformation.  The werewolf growled with pleasure as more fur sprouted 
in shifting patterns across his torso and back. The head Daniel now held 
in his trembling hands was that of a large wolf. He was afraid but 
didn't let go. He stroked the sensuous fur of the wolf's head as it 
swallowed his turgid pole; his vulnerable cock imprisoned in a cage of 
jagged carnivorous teeth. Only Brian's eyes retained a glimmer of the 
human being he had been just two minutes earlier. 

The transformation of Brian's legs had been hidden from his view, but 
the sight of a waving tail above Brian's furry back made him look more 
closely. The legs were a strange combination of human and wolf, but 
definitely looked more at ease on all fours, as they now were, than the 
upright posture he had seen the previous night. Daniel felt on the verge 
of orgasm as the werewolf licked his shaft with that long wet tongue. He 
felt woozy, on the verge of losing control. He was mesmerized by the 
sight of the beast hungrily slobbering on his balls, and then further 
down until that obscene tongue probed into his asshole. Brian's wolfen 
tongue gained entrance, snaking into him, and seemed to get in 
impossibly far. Daniel came out of his reverie to see Brian's snout 
buried between his cheeks, growling noises escaping him as he tried to 
bury his tongue deeply into Daniel's ass. Just as he was about to 
explode, Brian lifted his beautiful lupine head, looked into Daniel's 
eyes, and quickly flipped him over onto his stomach, lifting his hips 
roughly so that Daniel settled onto his hands and knees. Daniel felt 
Brian's enormous wolfcock press against his ass. The animal hissed 
menacingly before shoving it in to the hilt. His claws held Daniel down 
as the poor impaled boy bucked and writhed in unbearably exquisite pain, 
his eyes rolling back as he became lost in searing erotic sensation.

Daniel felt the cum boiling in his balls, ready to shoot. He experienced 
that familiar pinprick of sensation, almost impossibly intense, which 
starts him on the rollercoaster toward orgasm. Something about it this 
time felt different, though. It was as if the feeling wasn't localized 
in his genitals: he felt it throughout his entire body. Every nerve 
ending seemed to come alive. He felt covered in tingling gooseflesh. 
Then, suddenly, he knew it.  It was happening. His mind reeled when he 
realized that he was himself transforming. No I'm not ready. Don't let 
this happen now. As the wolf pounded mercilessly into his ass, Daniel 
looked down at his chest and arms and saw gray fur sprouting in rapidly 
shifting whorls. His rigid arms were cramped into musclebound stiffness, 
his hands flat on the bed developing dangerous-looking claws. The 
sensation of a thousand pinpricks on his naked skin mingled with the 
more wrenching upheavals in his gut and inside his chest. He found it 
increasingly difficult to think clearly; pure sensation was taking over 
his mind, outside linear time. He could stay lucid for short intervals 
with great concentration, but would then lapse back into an oceanic 
feeling of pure animal lust amid the wild contortions of his body. It 
was as if his body was responding to the beastlike nature of his desire, 
becoming in appearance what it knew his mind to be experiencing. The 
bloody bandage fell from his neck and landed on the bed between his 
outstretched arms. An agonized shriek escaped him as his legs buckled, 
the most difficult aspect of the shift causing his eyes to see nothing 
but white sheets of tortuous pain. After it subsided, he looked down and 
saw that he now possessed the muscular hindquarters of a dog. The 
hairless beginning of a tail was emerging from his backside, pushing 
against Brian's torso as it quickly sprouted fur. His once boyishly 
smooth chest and abdomen were now completely covered in gray fur, and 
his rockhard penis was now darker in color and at least two inches 
longer, thickly veined and threatening. His previously hairless balls 
were now covered in thick fur and hung low, swinging freely with every 
one of Brian's punishing thrusts. 

As his new body took shape, Daniel felt increasingly comfortable, 
despite the physical pain. He finally felt at ease with himself; he was 
at long last in natural sync with the creature he felt himself to be. 
The disassociation he'd always felt, that almost ungraspable sense of 
disharmony with his own body and it's place in the world, was now 
gradually replaced with a feeling of rightness and belonging. He'd never 
suspected (consciously, at least) that a latent desire for a 
lycanthropic form was the missing ingredient, but now a hundred memory 
flashes (of dream fragments, idle fleeting thoughts, strange unsettling 
yearnings) bubbled up from deep in his now-hybrid mind. Everything 
inside was now outside. Daniel felt whole.

Brian's snarls became more halting; he was about to cum into Daniel's 
new wolfen form. Daniel's face burned; the final, defining part of the 
change was starting. He ran his tongue over his teeth and felt the new 
fangs; a world of sensation was opened to him by his new olfactory 
powers. He could smell the larger animal's lust and his own. Then he 
growled as his face jolted out into a muzzle. The excruciating erotic 
pain caused boiling cum to blast up his cock just as a tremendous howl 
emerged from his throat. At the same moment, Brian howled and delivered 
several explosions of animal spunk up his new mate's furry ass. The two 
werewolves climaxed their frenzied coupling in perfect unison, in the 
light of the morning sun. 


(What will happen next? Send thoughts, comments, and criticism to 
coistrel@hotmail.com)