Wild Urges

Lycanthropy has been the subject of great debate and mythology throughout the centuries, most not even able to decide whether it is actually true or not. There have been reports of it over the years, most dating back to hundreds of years ago, of someone suddenly turning into a bloodthirsty werewolf. Many of the said reports have been put to question, the stories discredited as pure folk-tales. The truth however is that lycanthropy is entirely factual, though many of the quirks and myths surrounding it are more or less made up. For example, it definitely isn't a disease someone could catch simply by being bitten, lycanthropy is a genetic disorder only appearing in canine families. And even in the families where it does occur, most carriers of it are completely asymptomatic. The transformation into a werewolf also doesn't happen every full moon, it happens roughly once per month, the phases of the moon having no relation to the timing. With it being so rare, knowledge of lycanthropy has mostly been suppressed by the families carrying it, some scared that releasing the information might result in violent outbursts against them, while others believe that the disorder is either some sort of a holy blessing or even the next step in evolution. Either way, most people believe werewolves to be on the same level as ghosts or vampires, a complete work of fiction. 

Stirling was among the rare few who knew the truth about lycanthropy, the 11-year-old wolf boy being one himself. His father and mother both were so called active carriers, canines who would turn into werewolves. This made their offspring much more likely to be an active carrier likewise, as opposed to any other pairings of active/inactive/non-lycanthropians. They had met each other through a small underground group for lycanthropes, and fallen madly in love, the wild couple soon having a son. The disease only starts to manifest in a child as he or she starts going through puberty, so the two waited with baited breath as Stirling grew over the years, until soon after turning ten he had his first transformation. After explaining to him all about the disease, and replacing most of the torn up carpets and wallpaper in his room, Stirling's parents celebrated, happy for their son to share the family gift. But they both knew they'd have a whole lot to contend with still, as the puberty of an active werewolf is among the most challenging times one could think of, their minds clouded and feral with hormones, making them even more unpredictable and ferocious than normal. And that problem was exactly what Sterling's father was out to fix that night, the large wolf throwing a roll of tape into the back of his van before hopping behind the wheel, driving into the city as the sun disappeared behind the horizon, the streets pulsing with nightlife.

His first thought for his hunting ground was the nightclub at the other side of town, the wolf soon arriving there, parking his van behind the club, near where a small alleyway opened up. He angled the rear-view to look at himself, brushing his red plaid shirt and jeans, running his fingers through the fur on his head, trying to look halfway presentable. With that he hopped out of his vehicle and walked into the alleyway towards the front of the club. He posted up at the corner, keeping his eyes on the entrance, waiting for the perfect quarry. Only a few minutes went by before the wolf found exactly what he was looking for as a swan walked out, stopping at the mouth of the alley as she started digging around in her purse, pulling out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter. Her whole plumage was a brilliant white, a black stripe going over her blue eyes. She had a black miniskirt and a red t-shirt on her, the tight shirt showing off her full chest nicely, the wolf estimating her to be in her mid twenties. He stepped out of the shadows, flashing a seductive grin at her as he walked next to her, retrieving a pack of smokes out of his back pocket,
"Hey, lend a light?"
The woman smile as she flicked the lighter on, letting him light a cigarette before lighting her own, the two standing quietly for a few seconds as they puffed their smokes. She smiled and giggled slightly as she glanced over at him again,
"So, what's an old man like you doing out in the city this late?"
"Old? Is my fur really going that grey already?"
The two laughed for a few seconds before he continued,
"My old lady's not too happy with me right now, thought I'd better find some fun somewhere else, you know? Well, not like she puts out even when she's happy."
The swan smirked as she looked the man over, 
"So, find any fun yet?"
"Not yet, but you look plenty fun if you're up for getting bred by a greymuzzle. I've got a lot better selection of booze back at my place than the young pups, if that helps any."
The wolf laughed, her blushing slightly at the forwardness of the man, though it was doing its job, her gaze magnetized towards his crotch. He knew he had her in his hook, the only thing left to do being to reel her in,
"What's your name?"
"Holly"
"Well Holly, I've got an apartment less than five minutes of walking away, if you wanna grab a few drinks there and let me knot your hole."
The swan let out a small moan under her breath as he winked at her, nodding her head in agreement as she flicked the cigarette butt onto the ground. He started heading towards the alleyway, her following side-by-side, their footsteps echoing off of the stone walls as the sound of partying and music grew more and more quiet. Suddenly the swan felt a painful whack at the back of her head as the wolf's fist bounced off of her skull, her whole world turning black in an instant. She crumbled down onto the ground with a thud, her legs splayed open wide enough for her black panties to peek out from under her miniskirt, her lips leaking and visible through the thin fabric. He stared at the sight ahead of him for a moment, feeling his sheath stirring, before grunting and shaking his head, picking the bird up and heaving her onto his shoulder. He didn't have time to fool around right now, even if the temptation was very intense. He made sure the street was empty before throwing her into the back of his van, tying her arms, legs, and beak with duct tape before shutting the door and hopping behind the wheel, starting to head back towards his home. 

Holly awoke with a gasp, springing up to sit. Before her eyes could adjust, her brain pulsed with a burning and dull pain, her hands grasping at her head as she grunted in agony. The last thing she could remember was the man and the alleyway, everything after that was complete darkness, the bird not sure how long she had been unconscious. She cracked her eyes open slightly, her blurry vision sharpening up after a few seconds, finding herself in what seemed like a basement of some sort, the walls and floor made of concrete. There were no windows on the walls, the only source of light being two fluorescent lamps bolted onto the ceiling. There was also only one exit out of the room, a sturdy looking metal door near the middle of the wall in front of the swan, a small reinforced window in it at around head height. Holly was lying on a small bare mattress on the floor, a white blanket on top of her. Besides her bedding the room was devoid of furniture. She groggily stood up, taking a few seconds to steady herself against the wall, her head still pounding, before she walked over to the door and tried opening it, desperately pulling and yanking on it. No matter how hard she tried, the door didn't even budge, her eyes tearing up as she pounded the window and screamed for help. She begged and cried for more than a minute straight, her throat hoarse as she sat down with a sigh, out of options and unable to do anything but wait. It was only a few minutes later that she could hear footsteps, her immediately getting up and peering out into the hallway. She was about to start screaming once more as suddenly the man who knocked her out appeared in front of her, Holly stumbling back out of shock. She backed up against the wall, trembling at the thought of what her captor would want to do, when suddenly the door opened. The man stepped in, as did another figure: a much smaller wolf, only coming up to about the man's chest. He was only wearing shorts, the boy otherwise bare, his dark grey fur puffing up a tiny bit in the cool basement air. The man knelt down next to him, smiling warmly as he rested a hand on the boy's shoulder and said something to him before getting up and walking out of the room, shutting the door behind him. The boy and the swan stared at each other from opposite sides of the room, a quiet falling over them. 

Holly gulped as she could feel the boy's curious eyes scanning her, the swan slumping down onto the mattress, 
"Wh.. who are you?" 
"I'm Sterling, you?" 
She hesitated for a few moments, before opening her beak again, 
"Holly. Why am I here, why'd he kidnap me?" 
"He did it for me, I need someone for tonight."
"Tonight? What's happening tonight?"
"You'll see, in just a moment." 
Sterling sniffed the air, his eyes closing as a few drops of saliva dripped onto the concrete floor. He snapped back to reality, shaking his head lightly as he sat down in the middle of the room, putting two fingers against his neck to feel his quickening pulse. The boy let out a grunt and gritted his teeth as his body started shaking and convulsing, the sound of bones cracking and flesh stretching filling the room, Holly yelping and scrambling into the corner, turning her head away. In seconds, Sterling's body stretched to more than double his previous size, his muscles growing and fur thickening, his claws like small knives. He threw his head back as he howled, the terrible sound echoing through the whole basement, Holly's eyes wide as she stared at the monster in front of her, the previously small boy now towering over her in size. The shorts he had on were ripped during the transformation, leaving his thick and plump sheath out in the open. The werewolf got up onto all fours, his gaze fixated on the swan, saliva leaking out of his maw. 
"Stay away! Please! Anyone, help me!"
Undeterred by the swan's pleading, the boy leapt at her, knocking her onto the ground on her back, her miniskirt pushed up to reveal her red panties. This seemed to interest the werewolf, him sticking his muzzle right between her thighs. She tried to crawl away, but a meaty paw thudding right square on her chest and pinning her down put a stop to that. The swan could do nothing except look away as the boy's cold nose prodded and poked at her cameltoe, tears welling up in her eyes. Stirling's large tongue ran across her panties, drenching them in saliva as she tried to kick and struggle to no avail. He gingerly grabbed the panties with his sharp teeth, a single tug enough to rip them to shreds and leave her exposed, her pink pussy gleaming from between the white feathers. The beast gave her another sloppy lick, his tongue lapping at her lips and clit, causing her to involuntarily moan. The long tongue slipped inside of her pussy, slithering all around as she gasped, trying to push and kick him him away. Unfortunately for her, all that did was piss him off, the werewolf pulling his muzzle out from between her thighs only to flash his teeth at her. The swan knew she was out of options, this would happen whether she wanted it or not, at this point she could only hope to be alive at the end of it. 

Sterling knelt down over Holly, splaying her legs wide open with his hands, a large red canine cock resting on top of her crotch, squirts of precum staining her skirt and shirt. She could feel the member throbbing in rhythm with his heartbeat, the knot grinding against her slit and clit with every slight movement he made. The beast strengthened his grip on her, Holly letting out a squeak as the claws just barely sunk into her legs, the white feathers slowly stained red. He leaned down to push the tip of his cock to her entrance, thrusting in with no mercy, sinking almost all the way into her in one go, leaving the swan shrieking and crying. Her pussy clamped down on him, only causing the werewolf to let out a feral grunt as he pushed onwards, his knot thudding against her crotch as he pulled back to ready for another thrust. The basement walls echoed with high pitched yells with each stroke, precum and pussy juices pooled on the concrete below the pair. He bowed down to poke his muzzle right up to hers, grabbing her head with one hand to hold her still as he forced his tongue into her maw, wrestling with her tongue for a while before he shoved it right down her throat, causing her to gag and choke as her screams muffled. He pulled back from the extreme French kiss and nuzzled her neck, licking and gently nibbling her delicate skin, his hot breath wafting over her. The beast ploughed Holly for more than twenty minutes, his thrusts getting faster and deeper with each passing moment, she knew he was about to cum any second now. 

He pinned her down by her throat with one hand, grabbing and pulling one of her legs aside with the other, as he pushed as hard as he possibly could, his huge knot straining and grinding against her lips before he eventually popped in. The bird howled out in pain, the werewolf joining her with a howl of his own as his cock started twitching deep inside of her, a visible bulge on her abdomen. His balls swung around as he still thrust while tied with her, a sensation of pressure growing inside of Holly as she could feel his seed starting to pour into her. Rope after rope of his cum flooded her womb and pussy, the unfortunate bird receiving the boy's load just when the two of them were at their most fertile. His orgasm continued for almost ten minutes straight, cum starting to squirt out from under his tied knot, her vision starting to fade from both the pain as well as the strong hand wrapped around her neck. Just as she was on the verge of passing out, his grasp released, leaving her couching and sputtering as he leaned back, staring at her with an intense look. Holly stayed motionless, fearing the monster would finish her off and gobble her up for a meal. To her relief he turned his gaze away, though her mind was changed as soon as the knot still buried in her tugged at her lips, a jolt of pain running through her entire body. The werewolf laid down on top of her, his weight pinning her down. The two were still tied, his cock still occasionally twitching and squirting some cum in her as he closed his eyes, a deep, growling breathing filling the bird's ears. Her assailant had fallen asleep, leaving her with no choice but to try and do the same, her pussy leaking bestial seed.