Message-ID: <1971eli$9707091149@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: "Narzil Blade" Subject: FUR: ptrwolf2.txt (M/M/dog, beast, magic, transform) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-Id: <199707090358.UAA07799@f24.hotmail.com> This is a re-write of a story by "Ganymede" which was originally called "A Halloween Fairy Tail: Peter and the Wolf." The original story was an erotic lust story which contained bestiality, homosexuality, transformation, pain, and pedophilia; it focused mainly on an adult gaining complete physical control over a boy's life. This was rather upsetting to read about, and so I have re-written it. This story also contains erotic lust, bestiality, homosexuality and transformation. But in my version there is no pain, and the sex is consensual between mature adults. I know that for some this might not be considered much of an improvement, so now's your chance to stop reading, especially if you are underage. You have been warned. I did not get any permission to re-write this story, and so I am not declaring any sort of copyright. Feel free to redistribute, but please leave these opening comments intact. Peter and the Wolf. (Re-write, by Narzil) A German Shepherd wanders up and watches. Its tongue hangs out as it drools wetly onto the gravel path. Its attention, like the man beside it, focuses on a younger man, exercising in the field of the park. Unseen, the Shepherd's penis slides out of its sheath into the cool, early evening air. It is glistening, crimson-red and thin. It slowly lengthens until it attains erection. It squats on its haunches and nudges the man to stroke its head. The man named Ron complies, and rubs the large dog's head just behind the ears. It growls with a long sigh of contentment, instinctively knowing that it has finally found one of its own. Together they watch the younger man, in the prime of his life. He is full of unbridled energy as he moves back and forth, jogging, jumping, practicing stretches. His legs are slender and athletic, his body lean and showing signs of strong musculature if he keeps up his exercise. Auburn-headed, Peter finishes his sit-ups and now stands, taking a minute to let his body relax in the warm, setting sunlight. The dog rises up from its haunches and trots across the grass. It sniffs Peter in greeting and nuzzles his thigh just below his groin. Both Ron and Peter laugh as Peter pushes the dog's head away playfully. "He sure is friendly enough. What's his name?" Peter asks as Ron approaches. His voice is bright, unfazed, with a firm timbre that resonates as he breathes quickly. "Wolf! He's really very friendly for a Shepherd. I breed them," the man answers. "He's a good dog." "I wish I had a dog. My dad was a vet, I wish he would have gotten me one when I was younger, but my mother wouldn't have one in the house," Peter offers casually. He reaches over to rub the dog's brow and scratch behind its ears. The dog needs no more incentive. Its snout rams into Peter's crotch and for a few seconds the dog nuzzles his groin until the blushing man regains his composure and directs the dog away again with a gentle shove. There is a wet spot on the crotch of his shorts where Wolf's wet nose has been hard against his cock and balls. The man smirks cheekily, then with a sideways glance at his dog, adds, "As I said, Wolf's real friendly. I think he likes guys a lot more than he likes other dogs. Anyway, he certainly seems to like you a lot." Peter looks intrigued. He is uncertain of the meaning of the man's suggestion, particularly given the stress on two words, 'likes guys'. He blushes quickly and his cheeks and neck redden with guilty fascination. He has heard of people who do things with dogs, and has himself often wondered and been secretly curious. "Come here Wolf." The man snaps his fingers and the big dog obediently trots back to stand beside him. "Stop bothering him," he commands. "He doesn't want you sniffing around his balls." The heat rises in Peter's ears. All the whispered jokes and stories from his fraternity room-mates back in college clamor for his attention. The man's frankness surprises him. Not even many of his gay friends have used the word 'balls' so casually in conversation. The word excites him, not because of its reference to the two healthy, full orbs supported by his underpants, but by the fact that the man used it without hesitation. Peter begins to wonder if the man and his dog are interested in him in the same way that he has had fantasies about in the past. He reddens slightly from the neck to his cheeks but he is flushed from his exercise and it is barely seen. "I wish I had a dog like that," Peter comments. "He's really not bothering me. By the way, my name's Peter." "I'm Ron. You don't mind, Peter?" A quizzical smile, a quick glance at the dog. Peter shrugs, and returns the smile. "He's not going to bite it off." The man grins at the dog. The auburn head moves in acknowledgment of his assent. There is no reason to explain it, no thoughts of pulling back, just eagerness to know more, just a hungry curiosity. The dog pads back across the lush grass, coming ever closer to the younger man with every second until Peter trembles as he senses a canine snout sniffing at his groin and the tickling proximity of fangs. One lick from the dark muzzle would be enough to excite his manhood. Peter quivers, appreciative of the thought. The dog's nose brushes the growing and obvious stiffness under his shorts and he trembles again, glances sideways and observes the man's understanding nod. "Why does he keep doing that?" Peter asks. "Doing what?" "He keeps sniffing my crotch," Peter grins. "Because he likes you, Peter. That's what Wolf does. Haven't you seen a dog do that before?" Peter's head nods. "He better not bite," he smiles. "Now Wolf won't do that. It's because he wants to play with you. He can be your best friend if you'll let him. He's a good dog and he really likes guys." "Oh?" Peter pauses, considers the emphasis on "likes guys" for the second time in a matter of minutes, and then adds in little more than a husky whisper, "I'd like him to be my best friend too." Ron grins. "Then maybe it's time we went inside, back at my place. It's starting to get dark." ****************** Two weeks later: Peter nods sleepily. He feels comfortable but drained, as if the energy has been sucked out of him and replaced by a void. It is not an unfamiliar feeling. He is used to the feeling that occurs now when Ron's penis becomes limp. He sighs softly and turns away so that the side of his face is no longer on the sweaty chest. He stares at the dark ceiling, thinking. The house is quiet. Ron's warm fingers caress his back lovingly, lustily, tickling over the ridges of his spine. Fingertips brush his buttocks, rub gently into the slippery wetness that has accumulated between his buns. The void inside him hungers to be filled again by the thick shaft of an erect penis. His head turns to the side. He watches Wolf's movement as he comes closer to the bed. He needs to sleep but he also needs to satisfy his deep-down longing. "It's so late," Peter murmurs. "You said that it could wait for another time, or if I did do it, I could stay that way as long as I liked. I know I won't feel complete until I do, but I'm not sure I finally want to do it tonight. Besides, you feel so nice inside my butt." Ron smiles in the darkness, feels the younger man's once-taut rectum now like a loose sheath enclosing his soft organ, he basks in luxuriant wet heat. Peter is always so different afterwards, he muses. So unlike the earlier Peter, the Peter who first ran and romped and played with Wolf in the wet grass, hidden behind the trees of the park, that first night while Ron stood lookout. The man flexes his penis and notes a corresponding orgasmic twitch from his younger companion. He understands the need that exists now within the slender body beside him, the changes that have already begun to happen, what he himself once went through. Once savored, the desire cannot be sated by man alone. Peter can only be satisfied by Wolf's engorged flesh. He must be joined with the beast every night. He dreams awake, thinking of Peter. Dressed like a werewolf, but more anatomically- correct than any Halloween costume-maker could imagine. Dark brown, an almost black coat with fur that shines, almost uncomfortably tight in the crotch, revealing all, to not only display but highlight the man's maleness. From behind, a long, soft and bushy tail ends in a lighter tip, nearly touching the ground; while the costume covers the two athletic halves of his butt, split into attractive round globes as the cloth pulls into his crack. Erect lupine ears, not out of place on his wolf's mask, his free left hand beckoning with dark claws, clutching his noticeable sheath with the other. He is the epitome of canine sexuality. Peter stirs. Breathless and awake now, Peter leads Ron upstairs to the room they share, the room they have been in since he first played with Wolf. Ron smiles and glances at the big dog beside the bed. Wolf's snout twitches as he smells, knowing Peter's time is fast approaching. The odor of sex is stronger near the bed. He growls lustfully as he inhales the residual musky aroma. Wolf's fangs, long, white, curved, are bared. A long, satiny pink tongue lolls from the side of its mouth. He inches closer until Peter feels the hot, wet breath against his hip and thigh. Clear drool dribbles onto the man's alabaster flesh and trickles down between his legs. "You don't have to do it tonight, Peter," The Man comments. "But it's as good a time as any, now that I've loosened you up enough inside. You wouldn't have been able to manage what we showed you until tonight, getting your body ready. Wolf is certainly getting excited, aren't you boy? If you're going to do it, you better hurry before he expands." Peter grins and gently strokes the big dog behind his ears. The growl changes and he hears the beast's lust. He knows what happens and he wriggles his narrow pelvis as Ron eases his now-limp penis from between the young man's buttocks. There is no sound as it pulls free from the loose opening. It is limp and shiny, visibly wet from Peter's juices and his own copious emission. There is shiny seed gathered at the tip, a visible reminder of what has transpired on the bed no less than three times that night. Peter's opening is stretched wide, revealing a ruddy-pink canal, becoming crimson just inside, streaks of watery white semen leading the way into the hidden darkness of his inside cavern. Ron understands the need for care and he gently positions Peter's body against his own so that he can give him support. The dog mounts quickly, thrusting its powerful canine cock deep into the eager rump that is lifted up to meet its sharp jabs. The first few stabs miss and ram into Peter's crevice but the dog's cock quickly locates its target. The next one is dead center and Peter grunts as the slender pointed head penetrates him. The dog stops and quivers slightly as he finds he is embedded inside. It is only a momentary respite for Peter and he braces himself for the onslaught that he knows will come in seconds. He hears a low growl and he takes a quick breath. His jaws clench and Wolf growls again. His eyes close tightly and he silently promises himself that he will always remember this moment. He knows that a dog, especially this dog, is very different to a man like the one lying beside him. The next thrust contains all of the strength of dog's powerful hindlegs. It comes without warning and even though he has been ready, it takes him by surprise. His body is rammed upwards as the dog's crimson cock plunges into him. There is no restraint shown and none is expected as the thick member is driven home. Only when the knot in the dog's penis can go no further does the animal cease its drive forward. Most of its rigid sex is impaled in a human sheath. The athletic body it occupies is forced open beyond its natural limit and the throbbing immovable penis is lodged against an unyielding barrier of straining sphincter. Peter's mouth has been open in a silent moan and now Ron holds him softly, kindly, cushioning pillows under his chest. Peter's body has been changed to accept a throbbing shaft that becomes thicker than a man's penis as it enters. It is also both longer and harder now. He feels Peter's body trembling as it tries to adjust and accept the beast's presence inside it. He brushes his fingers through Peter's hair as the sounds of moans drift into unparalleled pleasure. Peter's lust arises now like a phoenix from the flames, reborn again and stronger than it has ever been. A loud groan signifies Peter's happiness. He feels Wolf's paws against his back, the animal's penis contained deep within his pelvis, displacing his vital organs and forcing a lump in his lower belly where previously there was none. Already well used to the beast's presence this deeply from previous nights, Peter suddenly experiences the pressing need for Wolf to mount him even more fully, the only thing now which he feels can sate his new sexual desires, desires he never knew he had but are now all he can think of. Instinctively, his hand reaches up and grasps his own penis, clamping finger and thumb over the swollen head. He grips tightly and strokes furiously, while Ron's hand joins his, groping his balls. When Peter can no longer stand the building pressure in his cock, his fingers release and a stream of hot, sticky liquid is expelled into Ron's hands that are compressed over his crotch. He feels but momentary relief from his lust-crazed thoughts; images of dog-fucking quickly return, and the dog senses its opportunity. It humps forward and strains into the youthful body with all of its strength. Long tendons and powerful muscles ripple in its legs and hind quarters. Peter lifts himself several inches into the air as he meets the dog's thrust with downward resistance of his own. "Not in yet," Peter groans. His cheeks are wet with tears but he is not crying. "God it feels good..." he whimpers to himself. The dog readies itself again, panting its stale, bestial breath into Peter's face. Drool dribbles down onto the man's smooth brow. Peter groans again and tenses as he feels the pressure building just outside him. His welcome orifice has so far resisted the passage of the dog's knot. For seconds it feels as though Wolf has met an impossible barrier. The dog jerks back and tries to penetrate with brutal thrusts that crash into Peter's buttocks and he howls as Peter moans with pleasure. The knot bursts through and for the moment both man and dog cease moving. Peter feels the added thickness. It is like a golf ball has suddenly passed into his rectum. There is no feeling to which it can be compared. He is joined to the dog as he waits anxiously for what will naturally follow. He waits as the dog's hindquarters shudder. The cock moves inside him, rubbing pleasantly against his unusually enlarged and extended rectum, and exerting a joyful pressure on his prostate. It is impossible to believe that anything can feel so good. Peter breathes rapidly as he feels the sensations flowing between them. He feels more alive than seems humanly possible. Every nerve ending sings and he quivers with delight. And then it begins. The expansion is barely noticed at first but after a few moments its existence is apparent. It grows inside Peter's body and its swelling excites him even more. A spasm thunders through his naked body and the dog's cock jerks in sympathy. "Its getting bigger now," he whispers with difficulty. "He feels so big inside me. I feel like I'm going to explode. He's enormous." Ron grins. He understands the younger man's feelings exactly. The sensation is a familiar one for him and now it is no longer foreign to Peter. He holds Peter tightly, cradling his firm body as the dog's knot expands and fills his stretching rectum. The pressure increases as it swells outwards and becomes huge. Fully enlarged, the knot will be as large as a tennis ball and it often stays that way for up to half-an-hour. Nearly nine inches of hot, hard, red cock are stuffed into Peter's body. Only the last few inches provide a seal that prevents the dog's withdrawal until orgasm is completed. Neither man nor dog can get any bigger. They are locked as a single joined entity and separation is impossible. At last, Wolf has truly mounted Peter, and they are as one. Peter's eyes glaze as the dog's semen begins to leak into him. It ejaculates slowly, a little bit at a time as the cock deep inside his abdomen begins to quiver. He knows enough to be patient and not be afraid. Without warning, Wolf steps back, but Ron expects this and lifts Peter's body accordingly so that he experiences no pain but full pleasure. Peter shudders, now on all fours upon the bed, and for a few seconds the ecstasy coming from his rectum is all he can feel. Wolf's heavy weight is resting down on his back, paws around his sides. He can smell the Shepherd's sweaty, musky scent, and the animal's throbbing heartbeat against his smooth skin as they are joined. Peter shakes uncontrollably and hardens with lust as he senses the fluids spilling into him. He recognizes the heat of it more than any wetness or the ejaculation itself. It sears his soul and his body glows with the life which is being placed at his very core. Tears stain his face, not of pain but of sheer joy. His fingers tingle and his toes curl up. His dark eyes open wide as the metamorphosis begins. The first things to change are his hands and feet. It always begins at the extremities and works into the center. His well-matured penis will change the last of any part of him for it is the last thing to be affected. But, his thin, erect man-sized penis is distinctly non-human, for its tip is pointed, the skin a strong, scarlet red, glistening, with a thick knot-like swelling at the base. It has been this way for the last two weeks, since his first time with Wolf. Fingers begin to contract towards his palms until they are mere stubs, then fingertips become soft pads. His feet shorten. His legs shake wildly as he breathes frantically. Tears of joy stream down his face. Wolf quakes, shuddering as he continues to emit his seed into the human. Its testicles, like Peter's shapely eggs, have drawn up until they are against its abdomen. The dog's movement is barely more than an inch at a time, so great is its sensitivity. Similarly, the man cannot resist even if he wanted to. Ron smiles with obvious glee, stroking his own cock and squeezing his knot, even more canine than Peter's. It is what marks them both as being what they are, as what Ron has helped Peter to become. He watches entranced as his younger companion is transformed. Ankles become thinner and biceps and calf muscles appear to lengthen as the proportion of legs and arms alter. As Peter becomes animal-like, so Wolf's shape begins to shift towards human form. As each precious drop of dog semen leaks into Peter's rectum, his metabolism and skeleton become more canine. The shape of his face and head adjusts imperceptibly. It is only the change through time that is observed. The dark, extended snout is not realized until the man-dog turns in profile. Simultaneously, Wolf's silhouette is no longer that of a dog. Hair begins to sprout on Peter's skin, on his dog-shaped limbs and abdomen, just as it disappears from Wolf's growling, almost human body. Man begins to form where once dog had been. Wolf's thin, watery semen courses through Peter's veins. Each precious drop is absorbed through the thin wall of his intestine and is pumped by the small filibrating heart to every organ, until every cell is supplanted with the genetic code of man's best friend. Peter's tiny pink nipples vanish. Then the most important change begins as Shepherd is now substituted for man, and man replaces dog. The shift from human to beast occurs as the psyche mutates. For Peter, it occurs at the moment of his orgasm. With release, his mind explodes in a paroxysm of joy. The canine part takes over even before his ejaculation is completed. He feels the heat bursting into his already darkened scrotal pouch. With seconds it becomes hotter than a branding iron as the fire of animal passion consumes him. Barely conscious, Peter glances down to watch the end of his transformation. The coarse hair on his belly is no longer surprising, and the thin scarlet penis that protrudes from his nearly black sheath fascinates him. With one last desperate effort his haunches slam back to meet Wolf's muscular thighs. With his penis fully within Peter, Wolf begins to hump vigorously. He is oblivious to the mutual groans of the body that encloses his member. Each forward thrust into Peter's rectum takes him one step closer to the brink of ecstasy. Peter can know no higher pleasure than the searing heat deep within his still-manlike testes as the animal's seed overwhelms him. Canine seed consumes his own meager sperm and creates a white hot fire as the man disappears and the dog comes to life. He shrieks. "Ohhhh G-!" He reaches the pinnacle of his life. Truncated mid-sentence, the exclamation of delight dies in Peter's lungs and becomes a drawn-out wolf-howl of pleasure. His long, thick tongue hangs out of his open jaws. His fangs, pure white and curved are exposed. Beside him, a man shudders as his ejaculation is abruptly terminated. Unlike Ron, this man is brown-haired, though physically similar in all other ways. He is also younger by several years. His germanic face, like his naked body, is one of timeless proportion. He falls back, dragging a quickly softening penis out of the exhausted dog's rump. Like Peter and Ron, this man's penis is also unusually long and thin. It is also crimson-red in color. The knot, already deflating, is no larger than when it first entered Peter half an hour earlier. The young half-German Shepherd, half- Golden Retriever looks up tiredly at its new friends and wags its tail bravely. Ron smiles broadly and affectionately rubs the dog's head, once a twenty-three- year-old athlete. "Good boy! You're a good dog, Peta," he says approvingly. Peta rises up on tottering legs, takes one faltering step, and slumps back onto the bed. The dog wants to take a quick moment to relax, and is perfectly content to stay where it is between the two men. Its long tail moves warmly and exposes its anus. The hair is matted and wet with semen around the distended opening. Already Ron's emission from an hour earlier is drying, and the small wet spots of its own recent release are impossible to see in the belly fur. Ron smiles and raises his eyebrows at his companion. It had seemed as if they would never find a kindred spirit, until they had scented him upon the wind two weeks ago. Ron and Wolf are from different backgrounds but were found and changed, sired by the same friend, who taught them that their secret desires marked them as different from other men, but could allow them to fulfill their desires, and that they too could seek out those who had similar desires. The two of them are equally handsome, splendid males but very different to the sleek young creature between them. Peter could have never known what a beautiful beast he would later become, much like when Ron was mounted by Wolf, showing Peter the Change for the first time. Peter had immediately wanted to join with them, and they knew they had indeed found another mate. "He's superb, isn't he?" Ron says with a casual nod at the unmoving dog beside him, but finding it hard to conceal his physical excitement. "I hope he doesn't feel the need to change back for a while, he's such an able-bodied Shepherd when he's in this form." Wolf nods and strokes the dog's back affectionately with long scratches through the thick bristles. "I wasn't sure we would ever find a new mate-brother. You look like you're ready to do some mating yourself," he suggests lightly. "I am," Ron replies, rubbing Peter's warm, furry stomach. Soon the dog is excited again, standing on the bed and sniffing at Ron's balls, wagging his tail. Ron strokes Peter's back and sides, reaching underneath to fondle his firm sheath. "Good boy, Peta, good boy." The dog humps Ron's hand, his eyes half-closed. "Goooood dog. Goooood Peta. So sexy a male," he smiles as Peter shoves his warm muzzle into his crotch, sniffing his musk, and then as the beast turns and exposes his ready anus, looking back expectantly. "I thought you'd never ask!" Ron crouches over Peter and easily pushes his hard, canine cock into the loose anus, the inside warm and slippery. He mounts Peter with animal passion, his cock throbbing inside Peter's new body, while he frantically strokes the dog's huge erection. The dog mates Ron's hand with as much enthusiasm as Ron's thighs push against the dog's rear. Both of them greatly enjoy each others' presence. "That's it, Peta. Goooood dog, goooood boy..." The two of them climax together, Ron's knot swelling thickly, locking him inside Peter, insuring that for the next half-hour the handsome dog will feel and absorb all the semen which flows into him, furthering his new genetic code. Still attached, Ron and Peter lie down to sleep, joined by Wolf, making a warm pile of skin and fur. Soon, it will be morning, and they can celebrate the day by mating. Maybe they'll even take another walk to the park to see what Peter can find... 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