From: albrecht@kd.qd.se (Albrecht)
Subject: Fur: Bar Tales - The Stranger (M/M - Human/Werewolf)
Date: Sat, 04 Jan 1997 13:33:06 GMT
Organization: Q.D. Karlstad AB


BAR1.TXT

Bar Tales #1 - The Stranger
By SwampRat
(c) 1991 The Rashathran Society

One fine day I arrived early at the Tavern to set-up the equipment. We
have a small group that plays sometimes. Not much money, but lots of
good times. I felt, rather than knew there was somebody inside.. Now I
knew there wasn't Supposed to be anybody in there.. And especially
nobody who was plunking on.. My GUITAR!! This was worse than finding
somebody in bed with your wife... Even though I wanted to run in and
strangle whoever it was, caution prevailed. And a good thing too! As I
cautiously opened the door (The hinges were as silent as a ghost for
once. That in itself was unusual..) and peeked in. Somebody was
sitting on stage, instrument in hand. The person was stroking it,
playing nothing in particular. Then he struck a match.. and I forgot
my own name. There, puffing a pipe into life was a WereWolf! The fangs
bit into the mouthpiece. Black, doggish lips held the Meerschaum in
place. Long claws attached to hairy fingers slid across the top, and
he puffed for a moment. Blue, Almost human eyes stared into the flame
for a moment.. Then, with a gesture that made me wince, put the flame
out on his tongue.

He turned his head and spat the now dead match into the fireplace. My
eyes adjusted to what little light there was, revealing a furry body,
legs crossed. The being Did have a robe of sorts on. He reached over,
turned the amp gain up, and started to play. I was almost thrown back
out the door, as the muzzle opened.. And pain poured out. "Carry on,
My Wayward Son.." The furred neck lifted, tilting the mouth up. ".. No
More..." Grief rose to the ceiling. Then downward, shaking the
grizzled head, as he went into the first riff. The being seemed
oblivious to his surroundings, not even noticing when I came in
plugging a second git-box in (Ever since a little incident, I keep a
guitar locked up on the storeroom), and started playing rythem. And
even though I joined in, I talked.. He SANG! With a touch of an
English accent, misery flew to the rafters, wafted towards the floor.
And in general made me feel like a Piker, First-Class..

As if That wasn't enough.. When he finished ripping my heart out, the
creature started playing 'Spellbound'. "I have lost my memory. Baby,
for the life of me..." I forgot to pick! Lower lip quavering, agony
chased anguish across the wooden slats. "One look and I wear my heart
upon my sleeve, One touch from you, And I just can't believe..." I
felt the tears welling up. How could anything hurt so? And those furry
fingers never missed a note. With one last flourish he sat, head
bowed. I put my hand on his shoulder, in a comforting way.. "Have you
come to finally end it?" The eyes looked at me. I almost fell off the
stage. "What?!?" He sighed, standing. "No, You have no weapon.. I
thank you for the use of your instrument.." The WereWolf turned, and
started toward the door. Now, one of the First rules at Callahan's
was: "Don't Pry. When they get good and ready, they will spill the
beans.." Of course many Laws and Rules have been bent 'twixt those
hallowed walls. And since we pattered ourselves after that
legendary establishment, This place was no exception. And I wasn't
about to let that tortured soul just walk out with no rhyme or reason
as to why he felt so...

I am taller than most, but I didn't even come up to his shoulders,
Hunched and all! So, I did the next best thing.. I slapped him on the
back. "Come on. Life can't be all that bad.." The creature turned
around.. And Kissed me! I fell back, sputtering. He looked down at me,
a sad smile flickering across the being's features. "Tell me you
didn't feel revulsion.." A Homosexual WereWolf. If that don't beat
all.. I got up, and took a hairy paw. "Not at all. You just startled
me.." That was the Second Biggest Lie I have ever told. "I am used to
rejection." Those 4 words hit harder than if he had hauled off and
smacked me. Without thinking I lashed back. "You expect me to wallow
in Self-Pity with you? So You're Gay! At least you are alive! And
healthy!" I paid for my arrogance. He turned, and walked out. Even
though it was only a few steps to the parking lot, By the time I could
get my feet to move, the WereWolf had vanished.. His words, spoken
just above a whisper, now haunted me."You do not understand.. It
is not pity, but fear that treads so heavily upon me.."

What was it like to be a creature of the dark? Did he too crave blood?
We had a resident Vampire. And a damn good friend too.. I kicked
myself, looking at the Sign. "Brotherhood Tavern. We welcome
everyone." Well, almost.. Sighing, I made the stage ready. My heart
skipped a beat, when a hand laid itself on my shoulder. "I believe I
owe you an apology.." I looked at the 7-foot tall form. "As I said, I
am used to rejection. Perhaps too used to it.." I laughed shakily, and
asked him to help me with the equipment. Thereafter, He was a
frequent visitor..

			* * *

He sometimes joined in our card games, But never for money. I always
wondered why. Even Ralph played for money, although what a dog would
do with it, I have no idea.. But, we respected his decision. Until one
night.. I should have known better, but after my third mug of Old
Bushmills (And giving my keys to John), I wasn't thinking too clearly.
Long Drink and Doc were pretty much 'in the bag' as well. Which is
exceptional, since Doc doesn't drink.. Well, occasionally. Anyway,
Zane sat, sipping his Irish Coffee, and shuffling. Slowly.. That was a
clue unto itself. Well, somebody brought up the fact that although
playing for matches was ok, they would rather play for drinks. For
once the WereWolf was in agreement. Another ominous warning. Did we
listen? Hah! We sat, grinning to ourselves, for the pile of matches in
front of the creature was somewhat larger than anyone else's.. And
revenge being a universal feeling, we decided to recoup a small share
of our pride. Nothing serious, mind, just a few dollars..
Or perhaps a Bar-Tab. Nah..

Ralph sat in awe, watching the long fingers manipulate the
'pasteboards'. "Please close your mouth, Love.. You're giving me
Ideas." He grinned. and set them down in front of Doc. "Cut?" That
worthy looked like a snake had reared up in front of him. Then smiled
crookedly. "Sure.." And promptly made 20 little piles. Zane shoved the
cuffs of his robe up to his elbows, to show us there were no cards
hidden on him. "Nothin' Up My Sleeve..." A collective groan came from
about 3 tables. Then he gathered all the piles up... And proceeded to
deal each of us an Ace. Then a King. Then a Queen. Naming each Card as
it came up. He stopped at the Ten. "That, Gentlemen, is why I NEVER
Play for Money.. Let me know when you wish to play for matchsticks.."
Then he snapped one of the afore-mentioned off his thumb, and lit his
pipe with it. Stood, and took his empty mug back for a refill. We sat
there, looking at the cards.. Ralph suddenly snapped his mouth shut.
"Ideas?!?" We all fell on the floor.

							* * *

I knew he was different, but I didn't understand why the being was so
nervous until.. I closed up the bar and had stepped into the parking
lot, When... "I am sorry, Bill, but I need.. I hunger.." Those same
blue eyes that had looked at me countless times, showed the ragged
edge of insanity. Except the pupils were now split, like a cat's. "I
shall try to make this as fast, and as painless as possible.." The
claws dug into my shoulders, as the WereWolf pressed his lips against
mine. There was a momentary revulsion, washed away by pity as the
creature fumbled at my belt. "You see, William, I am not like other
Wolfen. I do not crave blood.." My trowsers puddled on the soft
ground. "For a long time, I made do with animals. But, Society caught
up with me.." The elastic in my underwear was stretched, and they too,
fell. Claws grasped me gently, but insistently. "Too many houses. To
many people.. Now, I must get my nourishment, as I shall from you.. By
coercion, instead of volunteerism, or even Love.."

"I must ask you not to struggle or make too much noise.. I regret
this, But the want is greater than my will..." He snarled, and knelt.
One paw caressed my butt while the other held my cock up. Zane lapped
on it, paying particular attention to the sensitive underside. Despite
my loathing, as we were both males, My penis jerked to hardness in
very little time. The creature continued slavering over it.. then
pressed the seeping head to his lips. I moaned, as he pressed his
muzzle forward, making my hard flesh slide into the warm mouth. This
continued until fangs pressed themselves into my groin. Long fingers
caressed my testicles, as the monster nuzzled my crotch, sucking
hungerily. He bobbed, rapidly pumping his snout along my maleness. In
no time, I felt an itch building under my nuts. The tongue wiggled
against the underside of my cock-head... And I gasped, orgasm making
me grit my teeth. The Wolf milked my churning balls for all the scum
they could, drool running warmly down my scrotum, as he sucked with
abandon. Another wave of pleasure hit, making me tilt my head back,
and grab at the furry shoulders. I collapsed over the creature nursing
at my groin.

Both paws dug into my butt, as the creature laid me on my back, still
gulping my jism. I looked through slitted eyelids at the animal now
gently cradling my shrinking dick in his warm mouth. With one last
longing lick, he let it slide out, steaming. He patted the inside of
one thigh. "I thank you.. But now I must go.. It was nice knowing you,
Bill.." I looked at the downcast creature. "What do you mean 'was'?"
He turned, startled. "Look guy. We have many people in there who do
much worse than suck an occasional cock. If you had given me some
warning, I would have found somebody.. Hell, If I knew you were That
much in need, I would have volunteered.." He gave me a hand up. and
brushed my back off. Then stood, head down. I felt like smacking him
one. "Nothing to be ashamed about.. Just Tell somebody.. OK?" He
nodded. I grinned, thinking about 'Trixie'. Now there's someone who
would Really be turned on by Zane. "Come on. I'm thirsty.." I zipped
up my pants. It had been a while since I had gotten my rocks off.. Way
too long since my last BJ. The Wolf caught me as I tripped over a
stone. He looked at me for a moment.. I grinned. Hmmm... What the
hell.. One more time couldn't hurt. "Come on, I'll buy us both a
drink.."

The End

"Carry On Wayward Son" - From 'Leftoverture' by Kansas
"Spellbound" - From 'Green Thoughts' by The Smithereens

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