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The Pet Wolf

By: Ironsilk



Authors note: this is my first submission. I chanced upon literotica.com and have been thoroughly engrossed in it. I hope this will be the first of many submissions. If your looking for a quick fix this will undoubtedly disappoint. I want to try and have readers connect with the characters. All persons in this story are 18+ Thank you and enjoy!




I was laying there on my bed just slightly awake. Dusk was being overtaken by night and the last vestiges of sunlight were almost gone. It had been a couple years since I made the move to the city and had regretted it ever since. 

I looked at the open window of my one bedroom apartment. I could see the wind billowing the off white curtains. The cool night air was calming and almost mocking to my skin. If I was still in a small town by the country side, it would be a perfect night.  

I sighed aloud and climbed out of bed. Completely naked I walked to the open window shutting it. "Why did I move here?" I sighed again asking the tiny apartment. But I knew why I had moved here. I was looking for something. My dad had said one day it would happen to me. He said it happened to all of us. He said that eventually our instinct and desire would lead us to find a mate. Of all the conversations me and ol dad had had, that was the mildest.

As I walked back to the fridge a memory of one of those old conversations flooded back and I felt like I had traveled back in time. I took a long drink of water from the jug in the fridge and put it back closing the door to the fridge. I closed my eyes and breathed in deep letting the memory consume me. 

"Why are we here dad?" I asked. I was 13 again.

My father looked down to me. He smiled warmly and put a hand on my shoulder. "It's a big night for us son. Tonight we find out if you take after your dad or your mom." he answered cryptically. 

I was confused as I looked around. We were sitting in a clearing with the timberline just behind us going up the mountain. The air was a little chilly as spring had not quite set in.

I wondered what my father meant as I looked obviously like him. Even then at 13 though, I knew moments like this with my father were going to become cherished memories. 

We sat on a log watching the sun set. The pinks, oranges, and yellows streaking thru the last bits of blue were as vivid in memory as the day I was there. 

My dad looked to me and said, "You come from a very special family son. It has a lustrous and colorful history that started with a curse that ended up being a blessing. In almost every great conflict this world has known our family has been there silently watching and protecting loved ones and just causes. Tonight that blessing may be bestowed on you or you may live your life with no change and be like your mom; a loved one to protect."

As dusk dissipated, the moon began to rise. My father stood quickly. "Fear the first time is normal. But don't worry boy. I'm here." he said warmly to me.

It was the first full moon after my thirteenth birthday. As my dad stared at me intently I felt it suddenly. My heart started beating faster. My neck muscles started twitching. I doubled over in immense pain screaming. "WHAT'S HAPPENING! STOP IT...STO.." I trailed off in a guttural scream. 

My father's words drifted to my ears like whispers. "It's ok son. Just try and focus on the moon. " he said. 

I looked up at the moon almost hating it for looking so peaceful. As I looked, though, the pain was lessening. The blood roaring in my ears was quieting. The muscles in my body stopped feeling like they were being torn. And as a sudden calmness enveloped me, I took a deep breath. The smell of pine trees, dirt, and...a deer? I looked down from the sky to see my father smiling. He looked taller though. When I tried to stand I fell over on my back and a yelp escaped my lips. 

My dad burst into laughter. "You can't walk like that right now. Take a look at yourself. " he finished with a grin. 

But he didn't have to tell me. When I fell back I saw it. Thick dark brown fur all over. The tattered remnants of my clothes laying all around me. I shifted my weight to my side and stood in the only way possible, on all four limbs. 

"Welcome to the pack son." said my father.

I opened my eyes and blinked slowly feeling tears well up. Four years ago my father had disappeared. "Thank the moon for the memories," I said to myself. 

I knew I couldn't put it off any longer. The yearly trips home weren't enough. I grabbed a wrinkled gray shirt with a pocket on the left breast and pulled it on; grabbing pants as I headed to the door. With a zip they were on and I headed out the door making sure to lock it and placing the apartment key in the hiding spot above the door jam. 

I knew there was no way to put it off. It had been months and I needed the change and the freedom and calmness it brought. 

As I walked down the stairs to the parking lot I kept taking quick deep breaths. I had never had the change in the city. I was always worried that my heightened senses would go crazy here but I had found a relatively large park on the edge of the city. 

The trees and small "lake" were poor excuses for nature compared to home but it was far enough from the city. 

I slipped into a dark alley for the change. I looked up to the peaceful moon and let it calm me as my clothes tore away and the animal came out. 

Even in human form, my sense of smell was heightened. But it had not prepared me for the assault on my nose. 

Slinking thru alleys and various bushes around the city I finally made it to the park. I breathed in deep the smell of the pines and fresh dirt. I chuffed happily at the freshness. 

As I roamed around the trees towards the "lake", I pondered the possibility of some game. It had been even longer since I hunted. As I sniffed around the only smells I found was people, some birds, various rodents and a stray bitch in heat. 

I lapped at the cool lake water, surprised at how clean it tasted this close to the city. It wouldn't have mattered though with my extra strong immune system. 

I started trotting away after a little, fairly satisfied with my time outside when I caught the scent...fear. I stopped immediately and let instinct take over.

I blinked slowly and focused. I was downwind luckily, so the scent was being carried right to me. It was fear mixed with sweat from two, no three people. Two men and one woman. I perked my ears in the direction of the scent and heard it; the cry for help. 

My body sprang into motion by instinct and I was racing towards the scene. 

Two men were wrestling with the woman. Her shirt was already ripped open revealing her sports bra. 

She must have been a late night jogger. 

One man was holding her wrists while the other was groping her breasts. 

The sight infuriated me and I couldn't help but notice a twinge of excitement. I brushed off that feeling deciding it was the excitement of battle and leapt into action. 

With a howl I came crashing down on the large man fondling the woman, my claws digging into his chest as my teeth ripped a piece of his cheek off. I turned just in time to see the other man throw the woman down and pull out a large knife. 

I growled menacingly at him circling him around so the woman was at my back. I eyed him with pure madness in my eyes hoping he would back off. The world moved in slow motion as he lunged and I twisted to bite at his wrist severing the hand clean from his body. He ran screaming into the night joined by his bleeding crying partner in crime shortly. 

They must have been hopped up on drugs to even want to attempt to stand up to a wolf my size. At the shoulder I stand a good four feet tall. 

I looked around and found the woman passed out on the ground. She must have hit her head hard and gotten knocked out. I couldn't just leave her like this. But I also knew I wouldn't be able to drag her or carry her while I was naked.

I looked down at her silently promising to return soon. I scouted around the park and found a fence line. The wilderness must extend into some private property. I leapt the fence easily enough and scouted around. Perfect, I thought to myself. I had found a cave facing south with a nearby creek. 

After much trouble I was able to make a hole in the fence and wiggle myself under her body and carefully carried her to the cave and laid her down.

I sniffed her cautiously enjoying her underlying scent. She smelled of fresh flowers under the layer of sweat after her debacle. I laid beside her to keep her warm. Oddly enough laying here like this had to be the most comfortable I felt in a long time. 

I let the smell of fresh flowers lead me into a dream of spring. She was there in my dreams playing chase with me. She would run towards me smiling then turn and run away giggling. In my dream I changed from wolf to man still playing the game laughing like a child until finally grabbing her close in a hug and tumbling around in the flowers. 

My shoulder length dark hair laying over her face making the dream feel that much more private. She looked up to me her chestnut hair laying around her head like a silken blanket with dark blue eyes shining like deep lakes of water.

Then she opened her mouth and screamed. I shook my head and came awake with a start. I felt my wolf ears lay back on my head and my tail went between my legs as I backed away quickly, taken off guard from the sudden outburst. 

As the haze of sleep fell away, I looked ahead of myself to see the woman backed into the corner of the cave crying. I didn't know what to do. 

"Go! Shoo! please...shoo doggie.." she trailed off sobbing softly.

At the sound of doggie I growled just slightly and stood on all fours to show her I was no damn dog! I shook my body and stretched. And walked slowly to her. 

"No! Stay! oh god... You...you're a wolf." she whimpered as I got inches from her face. Her sobbing increased and she closed her eyes, undoubtedly sure she was about to be eaten. 

I could smell her fear pouring from her. I knew I had to calm her down but turning into a muscled naked man wouldn't do the trick. So I did the only other thing I could think of; I licked her cheek. Tasting her salty tears I lapped one side then the other and sat back on my haunches looking at her intently. 

After a few moments she opened her eyes and dropped her jaw looking at me in shock. "You...bu..." she trailed off. She looked at me tentatively and slowly extended her hand. I tilted my head down slowly always looking her in the eyes. I found myself willing her to just touch me. Finally after long moments her small hand touched my head. She held it there for a minute before rubbing in long slow back and forth movements. A small smile grew on her face. 

"You saved me didn't you girl?" she asked. I growled slightly. "Oh! Boy! Sorry...I'm talking to a wolf." she said. Then she said it again, "I'm talking to a wolf! But...you....um you understand me?"

I licked her face a couple times in attempt to answer her. 

"Ok. Weird. Um ok well hi then wolf." she said with an unsure giggle. She looked around and then down at herself with a sigh. "Is this your home boy? I don't suppose you have a spare shirt I can borrow?" she said now comfortably chuckling.

I turned to walk out of the cave and she rose to follow. I growled at her and she immediately got down on her knees. I looked at her for a moment and trotted out of the cave. I watched the opening of the cave making sure she wasn't following.

I ran off looking for a house. Surely as this must be private property there should be a house. After a few moments of hard running I stopped about a hundred yards from a house. 

I crept around in a circle surveying the house. Dawn was coming soon. I needed to hurry before the inhabitants woke. 

Yes! I thought to myself, a cloths line. I crept up slowly, looking all around to make sure I was alone. I shifted easily and perused the clothes. I grabbed a sundress holding it wide. 

"Must be a big woman here," I said aloud to myself. 

I dropped it and looked up to the moon willing the change. A slight breeze rustled my fur as I gently picked up the dress. Suddenly I realized I was upwind sending my scent towards the house. I scurried into the brush, circling around to be downwind and thanked the moon in my head. 

Two dogs had appeared looking where I had been. I laughed in my head. The conflicting scent of man and wolf would keep them occupied. I slunk off slowly until I thought I was far enough away and broke into a run. The dress in my mouth flapping as I happily sped to the cave. I realized I was getting excited thinking about seeing her face again. 

I found the cave empty upon my arrival. She couldn't have gotten far. I crept thru the bushes until I found her. 

She had found the nearby stream and...was bathing?

How does a woman just nonchalantly bath after what had happened to her. 

I laid the dress down and watched her. She looked completely comfortable. She cupped water and brought it up to her breasts rubbing them slowly. Her eyes were closed as she moved her hands down below the water and between her legs. 

God I wanted to be a wash cloth just then. Then I felt it. A hardening between my legs. By the moon! I had to stop the feeling before she saw me and thought a wolf was about to rape her. 

I picked up the dress in my mouth and walked up to the edge of the bank and sat on my haunches. I gave a slight bark to let her know I was there and she gasped covering herself.

"Oh! You came back. You are quite an interesting animal. What's that you have there boy?" she asked dropping her hands and walking up to me. 

The sight of her shinning body was too much for me. I dropped the dress at her feet and stood quickly hoping she hadn't seen it. 

"Looks like someone enjoyed the show. What the fuck am I saying!" she giggled. She pulled the dress over her head and let it fall. Thankfully the loose material hid her generous C cup sized breasts and tone belly. She walked to a stump putting on her runnin shoes and picking up the remnants of her clothes from the nights debacle. 

I tugged gently on the huge dress to let her know to follow. She looked at me and nodded. I led her to the hole in the fence and nudged her towards the park. 

She started walking then stopped and turned around to find me gone. I had raced off back to the cave.

I was still excited from seeing her naked glistening body. I shifted to human form and looked around the cave. I saw a piece of her torn shirt. I thought she had gathered all the scraps. I looked at it knowing what I was about to do. The small piece of sweat stained black cloth lay there calling to me. My cock was still hard from her bathing display. 

I walked over and picked it up and putting it to my face. I breathed in deep the scent of her sweat and the spring flowers. 

I was touching myself before I knew it. I stroked my dick slowly squeezing it. I let deep breath after deep breath fill my nose and felt myself stroking faster. I thought of her firm breasts and how she closed her eyes and opened her mouth when her hands had gone between her knees. I growled softly into the cloth as my imagination carried me away. I thought about how I wish I had just taken her at the creek. The change to human was easy and I would have been ready; naked with my thick 8 inch cock pointed straight up. I squeezed the tip of my dick harder each time my hand met it. The slow drool of my precum lubing my thick cock as my hand would run down my shaft. The memory of her scream enhanced the idea of shoving my fat prick into her pussy. Suddenly as I was practically pummeling my balls, I exploded, my cum arcing before splaying on the floor. I fell back still clutching the cloth as I went into a deep sleep.

The Pet Wolf Ch. 02



Author's note: Welcome to chapter 2 of what I hope will be a long story. I practically squealed like a school girl seeing comments that wanted more. This chapter is more of a setup chapter and so it's less than erotic but don't worry! A scene will be coming soon! Enjoy and please comment positive or negative I can't wait for them! 

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I awoke at dusk. No doubt that cave would keep a person from getting too cold in the winter. My leg was sticky with my dried cum where my dick had been laying while I slept. Changing without the help of the moon was dangerous and painful. 

As filthy as I felt though I knew I couldn't wait for night. So I walked as carefully as possible to the nearby steam.

The cool water felt perfect as I waded in. I moved around slowly with my arms stretched out, hands in the water. I was starving and hoped a fish might let me know it was there. After several moments I slapped the water in frustration. 

Night had finally settled so I knew that it was time. I looked up to the three quarter moon and let the calmness take me. Back on all fours I turned and lapped greedily at the stream. The wind was still and that's probably why I hadn't caught the scent, but I heard it. Someone was walking clumsily thru the brush.

I stealthed away behind a bush. My heart jumped into my throat when I saw who it was. She had come back. Her silken chestnut hair was pulled into a ponytail. She was wearing a tight v neck T-shirt and cut off denim shorts with hiking boots. She obviously wasn't dressed for jogging tonight. 

I saw that she was also wearing a back pack and it made me wonder how long she had planned on being out here. She turned putting her back to me. The sight of her bubble shaped ass caused me to whine unexpectedly. 

She turned quickly at the sound. "Wolfie? Er um wolf? Fuck I wish I knew what to call you," she sighed. 

She was here for me! My heart was racing and then I tried to calm myself. I was a wolf. It's not like she wanted to date me.

"I uh I have food!" she said a little louder. 

See dumbass she just wants to feed you I thought to myself. 

"Maybe he's gone...." she trailed off as she turned to walk away.

Without thinking I walked slowly out of the brush I had been hiding in and let out a low whine. 

She stopped dead in her tracks. Her every muscled looked instantly tense as she slowly turned her head to look behind her. I stood looking directly at her ass before lifting my gaze to her face. She smiled meekly obviously still unsure of me. 

Truth be told, I pondered her sanity at first talking to a wolf and secondly at coming back and looking for said wolf. 

She turned her body slowly keeping her hands in sight as if I was a cop. I sat back on my haunches laughing inside at the scene. She slowly took off and lowered the back pack before kneeling beside it. 

"Ouch...damn rock," she said sweeping one away with her hand. "Hi um wolf. I brought food,"she said rustling thru her pack. She tried her best to feel around keeping her eyes on me. After a little bit of struggling she produced a Tupperware and placed it down as far as she could reach, with the lid pulled off. 

I was starving; a whole day without food. I approached slowly and took a sniff. By the moon! I was almost sure she would have brought dog food not knowing any better; as hungry as I was I would have ate it too. But instead a delicious smelling porterhouse lying in a pool of its juices was in front of me. It was even cooked, just seared, with some shrimp laying beside it. I looked up quickly to her then back down and then tore into the food. Still warm, the juices dribbling down my wolfen chin, delicious and perfect.

"I didn't know what to get you. I mean I thought about some wet pedigree food but you're not a dog. I know you probably don't know exactly what I'm saying but it's from one of the better steakhouses in town," she said as I ate. 

I watched as I grabbed a couple of shrimp with my teeth and chewing on them as she produced another Tupperware for herself and set about eating a steak of her own. We sat there silently eating save for the occasional moan of pleasure from her at a particularly delicious bite. 

My delicious steak had sated my hunger and so I sat watching her eat. She had produced a bottle of some sort of health drink. I watched as she slowly raised it to her delicate pink lips and took a sip. She placed it down as I watched her every movement. Her steak too was gone leaving only three shrimp in her Tupperware. 

She looked at me realizing that I was watching her every movement. She cocked her head slightly and grabbed the shrimp and held her hand out, palm up, offering the shrimp to me. 

"I don't imagine shrimp is something you're used to," she said with a slight smile. 

When she started to slowly withdraw her hand I crept forward slowly. I looked up at her smiling face as I tentatively extended my tongue pulling the shrimp into my mouth. 

She giggled at the touch of my tongue. "So I guess you liked everything. I'm glad," she finished with a happy sigh. "Well I dunno about you, but as nice as the night is I could do with a little dip in the creek," she said while rising to her feet. 

I watched as she pulled off her tight v neck shirt revealing a bikini top. It was black with thin straps that looked like thin lines barely holding the top on. Unzipping her shorts and pulling them down revealed similar black bikini bottoms. I thanked the moon that she wasn't about to be naked again. 

She kicked off her hiking shoes and pulled off her socks and waded slowly into the water. She let a high pitched squeal out and shivered. 

Iwalked over to the bank and watched her. I felt an odd sense of contentment just observing. Her actions in the water could only be described as frolicking. There was an air of innocence about her in the water. She was tumbling in the water and occasionally playfully slapping the water as if to try to splash me. 

But thoughts of her as innocent leave seeing her slowly wade up to the creek bank. Each step brought inch after inch of her glistening body to view. Her slow confident stride bore no sign of innocence. Moon give me calmness! The slight sway of her hips. The wild way her hair hangs. It seemed as if the water itself knew her sultryness, as it rolled, no caressed, her lithe fit body. 

"Are you hot boy?" she asked. 

I didn't even realize that my wolfen jaw had dropped and my tongue was lolling about. Oh I was hot indeed...for other reasons.

She walked over to her back pack and pulled out two neatly rolled towels. She spread one to sit on and used the other to dry herself. 

I was so distracted from watching her I almost didn't hear it. A crack of a twig breaking under foot. A slight pickup in the breeze brought the scents to me. A man and two dogs. I turn and instinctively circle around putting myself between her and the approaching noise. A low growl begins emitting from my throat. 

"...uh...boy?" she queries nervously. 

Then we see them, dimly lit by the moonlight. A fat old man struggling to hold the leashes of the two dogs with one hand and a shotgun slung over his shoulder. 

"Well I'll be damned! I waddnt sure what tore a hole through my fence, but the last thing I pictured was a lil thing like you and a big ass dog like 'im!" exclaimed the old man with a smile. 

My yellow eyes shifted back and forth among the three in front of me. Suddenly I felt a small hand touch the back of my neck and my body felt like it was melting. 

"I'm not sure what made the hole sir, but uh my dog here, uh Sparky, he ran through it. Then I saw the creek and couldn't help myself. We uh we're just leaving," she said. 

I turned my head sharply at her and gave her the most confused look possible. Sparky!?!? Was that the best she could come up with? I shook my head and stretched thankful at least that she came up with something quickly. 

"Well like I said you and your dog there weren't what I was expecting. Fact is, were yesterday e'ning when I first started looking round," said the old fat rancher.

With her hand still on the back of my neck she asked, "Oh? What happened yesterday?" 

The man struggled for just a moment with his dogs before answering, "Last e'ning my boys here started a hollering and raising nine kinds of hell. I went outside found 'em by the clothesline sniffing around all confused like. Top it off one of my wife's dresses was missing." 

I could see her face tinge with the slightest blush. She knew that I was indeed what the rancher was seeking. Before I could make my escape she huddled down next to me holding me with both arms. 

The rancher smiled and said, "Yeah I'd hold your dog close if I were you. I imagine its some pervert looking for some laughs. Well I would kindly appreciate it if'n you make your way on out young lady." The rancher turned to walk off and stopped and spoke again, "Say what kind of dog is that there?" 

"Uh he's a rare breed of sled dog from uh Sweden," she fumbled her response. 

The rancher looked puzzled then asked, "How'd you come by him?" 

His constant questioning was both annoying and almost scary. But to this beautiful woman, whose name I still didn't know, they were questions readily answered by her calm composure. 

"Well actually I'm a veterinarian in the city," she responded with a smile. 

"Hell. I jus recently inherited this here land about oh say a month or two ago. The missus will be mighty happy if I could get a card from you. Her cat is awful ill it seems," stated the rancher. 

As she stood walking to her back pack to get a card from her wallet tucked in her front pocket of her shorts, I was once again lost in the view of her delicious ass. The world faded away and I caught no more of their dialogue when suddenly she spoke almost forcefully, "SPARKY! Sorry he's usually much better at listening," she tittered. 

Next thing I know I'm moving to her side as she dons her clothes back on and straps he backpack on. I follow as if walking through a fog. Before I know it I'm sitting on the passenger seat of her car. 

By the moon! I'm in her car! This is bad. This is very bad. I can't pretend to be a wolf for the rest of my life! I still need to find my...mate. Perhaps fate has an odd way of working. The way my heart beats just at the thought of her face...maybe my mate has found me? 

As these thoughts tumble thru my head she is almost nonchalantly putting her things away in the car. Then I scent it. A slight waft of fear. 

She comes to the front and leans over me. "Um ok....wolfie. Don't get mad ok please? I'm just putting a seat belt on you. Better safe than sorry right? Oh muh god. I can't believe I keep talking to you." 

She finishes putting the seat belt on me and sits in her drivers seat. As she turns the ignition and we take off down the road she begins to talk about various things and then I catch it. 

"...name's Riley. I don't know what to call you yet but how about something...exotic or a different language. Ba'cho? It's like apache or Navajo I think. Can't remember exactly but it's a Native American word for wolf. Do you like it?" she asked with excitement. 

How could I deny her something as this? She obviously got a tiny bit of pleasure from knowing this so I yipped and chuffed excitedly. 

"Yay! I mean I know it's still calling you wolf but it sounds cool" she smiled intensely. "I don't know why but...I just feel so comfortable around you boy. "

I stared out the window trying to decide what to do. If she's my mate then that means one day I have to show her myself. But wait, what kind of woman just takes a wild animal into her car. 

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Riley kept looking over at the wolf in her passenger seat. She couldn't believe what was happening. She knew she should let him out. There was something about this wolf. She couldn't put her finger on it but she felt drawn to him. 

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They pulled up to a quaint tan brick house in a suburban area in the city. It was your typical middle class home. A plush green lawn with empty flower beds by the house. The wood porch had two chairs flanking the entrance. 

As I looked at her home my heart raced. I was about to be trapped by an angel. I was letting out low whines as she opened my door. 

"It's ok Ba'cho. You are safe here. Come on boy. Go sniff around and make yourself comfortable," Riley said in a tender tone. 

I tentatively stepped out of the car. She expected a wolfs exploration based on what she said. So I walked around the yard slowly. With my nose low to the ground I began scenting my surroundings. There was the odd small rodent, various dogs, and faint traces of various humans who had walked on the sidewalk. I made sure to keep up my ruse by marking different spots and then walked up to her chuffing. 

Riley looked down at him, "See not so bad huh boy. Now come on let's go in."

She fumbled with the locks on door. After a slight moment she was holding the door open for me. 

"Um welcome home Ba'cho," she giggled. 

I walked in slowly behind her and the lights came on. She shut the door as I surveyed her living room. A small fireplace had pictures adorning its mantle. A flat screen tv placed adjacent with a large dark brown leather couch. Deep crimson throw pillows were strewn on either side by the armrests. Plush tan carpet that my feet sank in. This is perfect I thought to myself. 

"It's not too over the top is it? I grew up in more modest homes but that couch. That was the first thing I saved up for and bought." Riley said. 

She continued rambling as she walked around putting things away in a hall closet. 

"Come here Ba'cho. Ill show you where I sleep," she stated motioning me to follow. 

I walked slowly behind her and peaked into her sanctuary. By the moon... The room just reeked of decadent comfort. The walls were a deep red with dark cream drapes over the windows. The carpet was the same plush tan that begged me to roll around on it. But the bed. A king sized bed. The sleigh style frame screamed that it was a vehicle of both rest and pleasure. The wood stained so dark it was almost black. A thick dark cream comforter pulled slightly aside showed the same dark crimson for sheets. 

"Do you like it?" she queried giggling. 

She walked off to the connecting bathroom. The sound of the shower coming on shook me out of the fantasies I was having. How I longed to ravage her on that bed. 

She came out some long torturous moments later wearing only a towel. 

"Well I don't know about you boy but I'm exhausted," she sighed. 

She pulled off the towel and dropped it into her clothes hamper. 

Moon save me from this witch! I know she thinks I'm just a wolf but damn it! Her lithe body had a slight pink glow from her hot shower. She walked; no she sauntered saucily to her closet and pulled out a sheer negligee. She pulled it on and the world went in slow motion. The material floated and caressed her supple breasts until finally settling inches below her trimmed mound. 

"You sure stare at me a lot boy," she giggled. 

Oh the soft tinkling of her laugh! Maybe I could spend the rest of my days as nothing more than her pet. 



The Pet Wolf Ch. 03



Authors note: Ok so the first two chapters were shorter than I intended but that's because on my writing medium they looked long. I apologize for that shortness. From here on out I hope the lengths are to everyone's standards  Sorry for the wait. Life has been crazy. Quit my job, etc. I want to say thank you to everyone for your votes and comments. Those things have made me want to really proof read and double-check. So I hope you enjoy!

Chapter 3

I slept quite comfortably. The plush carpet at the foot of Riley's bed was just amazing. She had tried to get me up in the bed, but I wasn't sure I would be able to fight the temptation. I was stretching lazily and I looked towards her clock. 5:30 A.M. Yes! Surely she wouldn't be up yet and I could make my escape. 

"Good morning Ba'cho!" she said from her doorway. 

I jumped instinctively away being caught off guard. 

"Not a morning perso...er wolf are you," she giggled. Riley walked past me placing one of her health drinks on the night stand and pulled off her negligee. 

I felt my throat go dry. Damn and praise this woman at the same time! She was gonna drive me crazy getting naked all the time. I whined low as I watched her move around gathering her clothes for the day. Even with her tousled bed head, she just oozed grace. Every delicate step looked as if she floated over the carpet. The movement of her sleek body would be enough to drive a man insane with clothes on! 

Finally the torture was ended as she pulled on sensible khakis and a white polo shirt. Then it hit me. She didn't put on a bra or panties! Oh moon, save me! She walked over and began to pet me. "I have some food for you in the kitchen boy. So come on! Race ya!" she shouted. 

Her playfulness caught me off guard for a moment and suddenly my competiveness kicked in. I bolted out of the room and barreled into her knocking her over me. My paws slid on the tile floor in the kitchen and I slid into the fridge with a thud. That's when I realized what had happened. My heart dropped as I scrambled trying to get footing on the tile floor to find her. 

Riley was laughing hard. Her face tinged with pink and the tiniest tears coming from her eyes. She was lying on her side rubbing her butt. Still laughing she said, "Ba'cho! You bad boy! Well here you go." She stood up and grabbed a bowel off the counter. 

A whole bowel of breakfast sausage. My stomach growled as I shoved my face into the bowl. Shit! It's hot! I tried to eat and keep my mouth open at the same time. 

The result? Drool and breakfast sausage all over the floor. Her reaction? Boisterous laughter. 

I ignored her laughter and continued my assault on the sausage. It was the perfect breakfast for me. The subtle spiciness and rich meatiness took me back in time to my teenage years. A time when a simple meal was all I desired. As I neared the bottom of the bowel, I realized Riley hadn't said anything.

I looked up and saw her smiling down at me; a crooked smile that radiated comfort to me. Her eyes twinkled as she watched me eat. I watched as she slowly and lazily brought her coffee cup to her thin pink lips. Soundless perfection, in the way she drank. It was like watching a romantic commercial, if there is such a thing, for coffee.

Riley sighed contentedly, "There you go staring at me again. I guess it's just you slowly building trust. Though, today will be the real test. Come on boy follow me." 

I swallowed the last bite and followed after her. Why did she have to have such a saucy walk? I was completely mesmerized by the gentle seductive sway of her hips. Before I knew it I was outside in her backyard. I blinked and quickly looked to my left and right.

"I hope this is to your liking Ba'cho. Sadly though, I don't have a doggy door for you. So...looks like you're spending the day out here. I have to go to work now so you be good boy and don't make too much noise and scare the neighbors," she finished with another of her sweet giggles. 

Trapped again. This time outdoors with the sunrise coming quickly. What to do? I quickly stalked around the yard sniffing and gaining my bearings. The smells of clean grass, various bugs, and the morning dew filled my nose. I must be pretty far from the side of the city I live. 

Then my heart stopped as I heard her drive off and an emotion hit that I was unprepared for. The thought of leaving her...it made my heart ache. As hard as I would try to dismiss it, I couldn't. I...lo...no. I won't say that. 

I let a deep sigh out of my wolfen mouth as I tried hard to think of the most rational solution. I liked her. That I could admit. But dating as a wolf, well that had its downsides. I would need to meet her as a man, not as her pet. Think damn you. Wait a sec. The back door!! Maybe she left it unlocked. But if I change back I won't be able to change to a wolf without the moon. A neighbor could freak out seeing a large naked man just chilling in the backyard.

I did the only thing I could. I walked over to the back door still as a wolf and stared at it. I thought to myself, "Ok door. I know how to open you. I WILL open you." Good inner pep talk never hurt. Then I began my attempts. I balanced precariously and pawed at the door. Thank the moon! I didn't get the door open but the knob appeared to be unlocked. I looked around several times and closed my eyes. I took a deep breath and exhaled as I made the change back to man.

I stood and with a grin turned the door knob and promptly ran into the door. Shit! There must be a top lock. I fought down the panic as I wiggled the door knob and jerked back and forth on it. No luck. I clumsily tried to hide myself in her bushes as I tried window after window when finally...one started sliding open. 

I breathed a sigh of relief and pushed it the remaining way. I found myself in her bathroom. As my plan started formulating I found myself using the shower and relieving myself and casually walking out. I felt oddly comfortable walking around her house admiring various pictures and other decorations. Her parents looked like such a friendly old couple. One day I'll meet them. I hope. 

I found myself in her bedroom and threw myself on the bed. If I thought the carpet was plush and enjoyable, then this bed was ecstasy. Firm in all the right places with an almost embracing feel of plushness. I jumped off the bed and began to look in her closet. I found some big sweat pants. As a thought came into my mind, I simply pushed it aside as I pulled the sweat pants on. I made a mental note about how I had found them so as to replace them later. Then I put my plan into action. I looked for her house phone and dialed the old memorized number. I leaned against the wall listening to the ringing and then smiled when the line picked up.

"Hello? May I ask who this is?" asked the voice.

"Mom! It's me, Cal," I answered

"Oh son! It's been so long since I've seen or heard from you. What you been up to troublemaker?" my mother asked chuckling. 

I smiled devilishly, "Well funny you put it that way. I'm actually calling because I need some help."

My mother groaned loudly and spoke, "Have you been arrested? Oh please just tell me you're short your month's rent for some reason."

Still smiling I responded, "Actually mom...it has to do with a woman." I finished with a chuckle.

"OH MY GOD! Who is she? What's her name? When do I meet her?" she babbled

"Well I think technically speaking you're gonna meet her before me..." I trailed off into a sigh.

"...Huh? Speak sense son. If you're calling me about a girl how am I going to meet her first?" she quizzed me.

I thought long and hard about what my answer should be. I knew my mother was excited because she always hoped that she would live to see me married. Which I suppose is every mother's wish. The funniest thing of it was; my mom wasn't even that old. You would swear they way she said it she was at death's door. Finally I focused my thoughts and gave my response.

"Well it's complicated honestly. See...she has met me. Um and technically we're living together...But she doesn't...um well she doesn't know that I'm a man..." I said as I waited for the response.

My mother went silent for what seemed hours. It had only been a sparse couple of minutes though. Finally she said, "She's only seen your wolf hasn't she. And you say you're living together?"

"I know it sounds horrible. The thing is I hadn't been able to drive home cuz of money so after a couple months I really needed a run. So I went to a park on the outskirts of town and she was being attacked and so I saved her and now...now I'm her pet..." I finished with guilt in my voice.

Just a moment of silence and then my mother erupted into uproarious laughter. I leaned back against the wall listening to her with my eyes cocked off to the side. A frustrated sigh left my mouth but didn't seem to reach her ears. She just kept laughing. Finally I interrupted her, "Are you done yet?" 

Still chuckling she replied, "What did she name you? FIDO!?!?!" 

Now she was practically cackling. I closed my eyes mumbling to myself. "MA! She didn't name me Fido. She calls me Ba'cho. It's like some sort of Native American word that means wolf. Even though she thinks I'm a wolf; she treats me quite nicely. And...she's sweet and she smiles a lot. I don't know much about her but...I feel like ...like I don't need to," I said with a softness that couldn't be ignored.

My mom sighed wistfully, "Yeah that's what your father said it was like when he met me. 'Course I actually met the man first. Well what do you need from me though Cal?"

"I need a couple things. First, do you still have that picture of me when I was like 19 or so; standing next to dad when he was in wolf form?" I queried. 

"Oh I'm sure it's around here somewhere. Why?" my mom asked back.

"It's part of my plan. I need you to take that picture to town somewhere. Find a place that can make copies. We only need like 10 or 15. Then I need you to handwrite that the dog in the picture is missing. Put your home number on there and say reward or something. Then you're gonna put these copies on the street she lives on, which I'll be giving you the address soon as I find it," I rattled off.

"Ok so she sees the flyer calls me and then I pick you up? How does that help you meet her?" she asked. 

"Obviously it gives me a reason to come meet her. You tell her that the wolf is the pet of your son in the picture. Leave out the fact that it's an old picture and tell her that soon as your son gets a chance, he'll want to personally come and thank her and give her the reward. She expects a boy and instead a dashing handsome man comes." I finished with a smile.

The choice of words was bad in the end, as my mother burst out in laughter again. Barely intelligible she said, "Dashing?!" I could tell she actually lowered the phone, if not dropping it. Her laughter was still quite obvious.

"OK! Geez ma. I get it. Dashing sounds ridiculous," I grumbled.

My mother finally quieted down and spoke, "Wait. Now if you need me to come get you...and you're at her place. You are obviously in your human form. Son...oh my... How are you going to shift back before she gets home? You know..."

I cut her off, "Yes I know ma. It's going to hurt...a lot."

My mother's tone went sorrowful and she said, "No son. You don't know how much it's going to hurt. I watched your dad do it once...."

"You're right. I don't know. But...if I don't do this...well I could miss out on my true love. She could really be my mate. Hell she talks to me even as a wolf. She talks to me like a friend, not an owner. I can't chance not trying," I finished somberly.

After another long pause she said, "Ok. I understand. You're dad went through quite a bit to keep me around. I'll get started soon as we hang up. Now quick go get the street address so I know where to hang this stuff."

I looked around in drawers and found old bills. "1265 N. Thomas Drive," I said.

"Thomas...Thomas...OH! That's in that newer suburb where you live isn't it?" she asked.

"Yeah I think so. Honestly I don't usually come out to the suburb area. Anyways, do you need anything else mom?" I asked.

"No honey. Just...if you change your mind I could just as easily pick you up. Ok?" she stated.

"I know. And I appreciate the offer. But I'm gonna go through with this," I stated calmly.

After our good byes I headed back to her bedroom. I looked over at the bed with a soft smile wishing that one day, I may just be lounging in it naked waiting for her to get off work. I sighed happily at the thought and opened her closet. I pulled off the sweats and carefully folded them. I placed them as close to memory as I could and shut the closet door.

"Time to cringe I guess..." I trailed off talking to myself out loud.

After a moment of thinking, I realized that the bathroom window would be unexplainably open if I shifted first. I walked back to the bathroom and stuck my head out the window. Seeing the coast was clear I ambled through and shut it behind me. I decided the best thing to do would be lay in the bushes, just in case. So I crouched low and lay on my stomach.

As I closed my eyes, breathing slowly, I began to force the change. I gritted my teeth as pain suddenly exploded over me. I had thought it would build slowly, but no. My muscles were quivering and twitching violently. I could hear the distressed howl of a wolf somewhere in the back of my head. My fingers dug into the dirt up to the second knuckle. I could feel everything. The dirt forcing its way roughly under my human nails as they grew longer. The constant feeling of bones snapping and cracking. My head began to wobble as the pain grew even worse. I could feel the blackness coming. Then I felt my tail emerge. It felt as if someone had punched me thru my crotch and just kept stretching my skin. My grunts and groans of pains were slowly becoming whimpers and chuffs. Finally, just as I felt every single hair of my fur sprout, I blacked out. 

Riley sat at her desk looking at a printout of the blood work done on a Siamese cat. 

Riley sighed aloud, "Why do people make their pets fat and give them diabetes."

It was one of the parts of her job that she hated. People could be wonderful for animals and deadly in the caring loving way only capable by humans. She put the printout into the cat's file and began to reach for another printout when her cell phone rang. She smiled largely when she saw the number.

"Well hello stranger," Riley said.

A man chuckled and replied, "Well hello doctor. How are you today?"

"Ugh the usual. Someone overfed their cat and now they are clamoring for the cat's life. I really don't understand people. I wish things were simpler, like animals," Riley sighed again.

"Oh I hear ya. So let me get to the point. You. Me. Dinner. 7:45?" asked the voice on the phone.

Riley looked off towards the wall and pondered things for a moment. 

"Hello?" asked the man.

Finally Riley replied, "Yeah sounds good. That should give me enough time to feed my new...dog."

The man laughed, "You vets and your pets. Alright you know the place so see you then."



I could feel the bushes I was in and tried to stand groggily. I fell over and looked down to make sure I had paws.

"Yep...got my feet," I thought to myself.

I stood up and immediately felt awash in a wave of nausea. My eyes began to water as I attempted to stay standing. Sadly, within just moments, the breakfast I had devoured came rushing out. I tried my hardest to hold back the next wave of vomit but to no avail. I rolled onto my side and just let it come out as it wanted.

A few moments later I decided to try my feet again. I stood swaying and then slowly padded out from the bushes. I came to stand before the back door Riley had let me out earlier this morning. I gazed up at the door knob and promptly fell over. I rolled, rather too quickly, to my stomach and felt the heaving sensations again. 

"What in the hell was I thinking? If this doesn't work out; I've put myself through the worst pains I've ever experienced for nothing," I thought to myself sadly. 

Minutes turned into hours and the sun began its slow descent in the horizon. Admittedly I felt a lot better but I also decided that I should save all my strength for when she comes home. I found myself lost in my few memories of her. Her smile and the way it sent waves of comfort through my belly. That sultry walk done so innocently and unconsciously. The way her eyes light up when she looks at me. 

"By the moon, this woman has me wrapped around her finger," I thought almost wistfully to myself.

So lost in my daydreams and thoughts, I didn't even notice the door open.

"Ba'cho? You ok boy? You look really tired," Riley said to me with concern.

I looked up and stood confidently. The slightest pang of hunger mixed with nausea was hidden by my confident slow walk towards her. I sat before her and looked into her eyes.

Riley rubbed my head and ears for a moment and then led me inside. Bless this woman, she had brought home some hamburger patties cooked rare and put them in a bowel for me. 

"Damn the nausea! I'm hungry!'' I thought to myself as I dug in. the warm meat was like the antidote I needed. I quickly scarfed it down and even licked the bowel for good measure.

Riley giggled in her care free way and said, "Well I guess that answers my question about you being hungry. Sorry I had to keep you outside. I just wasn't sure if leaving a wild wolf inside my house alone was a good idea. "

Riley promptly turned and walked off still talking but I couldn't hear a word. 

"Why does that ass make me lose all other senses besides sight?" I thought to myself. I was mindlessly following her to her room. Once in her room the pants came down. She kicked them off quickly and how I wished I could have watched them slowly slide over her bubble shaped ass down to her firm tone calves. Even as a wolf I couldn't help myself. My breathing had already become louder and my tongue lolled out. Riley turned and smiled slightly as she pulled off her shirt. 

"You know if I didn't know any better, I'd say you like watching me undress," Riley commented.

"Shit! I'm being too obvious!" I thought to myself. Then I remembered. I'm a wolf. So I just started stretching and laid down with my head on my paws doing my best to look bored. 

Riley walked to her bathroom and turned on the shower. 

"Moon save me! Why does she leave the door open?" I practically yelled in my thoughts.

She stepped into the shower and began to bathe. I decided the best thing to do was stay where I was and continue looking bored. 

"So Ba'cho! I almost forgot to tell you. I found this flyer on the way home. I realize you probably have no idea what I'm saying but um. This flyer says that the owner is looking for a lost pet. It looks a lot like you." Riley said from the shower.

I closed my eyes and nodded slightly as the feeling of accomplishment began to assert itself. My plan was working. Well halfway it was. She only thought I looked like the wolf in the picture. Truth be told, my father and me did have some slight coloring differences in our fur. 

As I thought about my dad, Riley had come out of the shower and was toweling off. 

"Yeah the weird thing is this other wolf. Its name is Fido," she said.

I couldn't help myself. I stood up. My ears perked up and a low barely audible growl was rising in my throat.

"DAMNIT MOM!!!! FIDO!!!! REALLY!!!!!" I roared in my head. Mothers and their damnable jokes.

Riley saw me stand up and her eyes got a little big, "Seriously? Fido? Is that your name?" 

I chuffed and sat down on my haunches and barked slightly. I was doing my best to hide the anger and embarrassment my mom had just bestowed upon me.




The Pet Wolf Ch. 03



Riley looked down at the carpet for a moment. The sad look on her face was overwhelming. I could feel my heart ache and my body's want to hold her and tell her it's alright. 

"Well...I guess you'll be going home boy. I'll make the call after I get dressed," she finished with a flat tone.

I sat there watching her dress with a different view. Her body was amazing to look at but her face...her face kept breaking my heart. There wasn't the shine in her eyes. Her mouth didn't spring into a smile every second. She was sad to be losing me. Sad about losing her pet wolf. The only comforting thought I had was that she wasn't actually losing me. She didn't know it yet but I'd be back. 

A few moments after making the phone call she sat down and started applying makeup. It made me wonder why she would go to all this trouble after a long day's work. Then it hit me. She must be going out. Judging by the clothes and makeup; I would imagine it's a date.

"Alright um Fido. I'm heading out to a dinner date. Don't wait up for me," she smirked just slightly

I rushed to the window to watch her backing her vehicle out of the drive way and once again...the dull thud of my heart began.

"You idiot! Of course she's going on a date. Why would a woman like that, sit alone in her house in the evening. It's probably not just a date. It's probably her boyfriend or....or....fiancé. Fuck I'm stupid," I berated myself internally.

With no real idea of what else to do; I simply laid down in the center of the living room. I closed my eyes trying desperately to just sleep. The daydreams of her lips, eyes, and voice were replaced by jealousy, anger, hurt, and the feeling of defeat. As sleep finally began to overtake me, I whined miserably until sleep finally won. 



The Pet Wolf Ch. 04



Hey everyone! So sorry that this took so long in between posts. I hope that this post will be just as enjoyable for everyone to read as it was to imagine and write.

*****

Riley, dressed in a silk turquoise shirt and jean skirt, smiled politely to the hostess as she sat down. She tilted her head side to side with her eyes closed, still feeling the stress from work...and something else. She couldn't believe that Ba'cho was actually named Fido and that he had an owner. She sighed with her shoulders mimicking the sound. 

"Somebody looks a little tired already," chuckled the voice from the phone call earlier that day.

Riley looked up and smiled plainly, "Yes well...diabetic cats and dogs with wheelchairs. You know how my days go. How's it going Brian?"

He smiled flashing a brilliant set of teeth and replied, "Oh you know...cheating husbands wishing they had a pre nup, wives laughing all the way to the bank...the usual."

Riley laughed rolling her eyes, "See and that's why I like animals. You can have all that law stuff you want! It's...it's good to see you."

Brian and Riley sat for a moment smiling at each other. Brian licked his lips and opened his mouth slightly to say something but was cut off.

"Good evening! My name is Josh and I'll be your waiter for the evening, garcon if you like. May I take your requests for drinks?" asked the waiter.

Brian leaned back in his chair with a grin, "Yes. Can we get a bottle of Talbot. St. Julien. '96 please."

"Why do you always have to order like a grand connoisseur? You know I don't even know what you're saying," chuckled Riley.

Josh the waiter nodded with a smirk, "An excellent...expensive choice sir," he finished handing them the menus. He always got amusement making small snide remarks like that to people.

"Never mind you how I order wine. It's one of the few true enjoyments in life. So tell me about this new dog of yours. I'm sure you're dying to tell me all about his cute little antics," Brian said.

Riley looked off to the side for a moment and looked back, "Not much to say unfortunately. I found a flyer looking for their lost dog and well it's him. So no new wo..uh dog for me."

*****

This is stupid, I thought to myself. Here I am pacing around in a circle like some jealous boyfriend and...and she doesn't even know my name. So what if she's on a date? He's probably handsome and rich or some shit. 

I let myself fall to my stomach on the floor. I let my head rest on my fore paws and exhaled loudly. . I was visibly shaking my head no and rolling my amber eyes. 

Why am I letting this bother me so much? I know why... It's that smile and the light giggles. It's how I can see her true character in the way she treats me without evening knowing that I'm more than just an animal. It's that fearlessness that told her to come back to thank me. It's the light in her eyes and...and...Dat ass! 

I laughed to myself at my own joke, wolf eyes closed and chuffing out loud. 

*****

The wine has been flowing for a while now and Brian has edged his chair closer to Riley's. Her eyes have back that familiar light, aided from the wine no doubt. To anyone around, they look quite the happy couple. 

His left arm placed on the back of her chair, laughing and raising his wine glass. She laughing with him with that classic pose of a woman. Wine in left hand and right arm close to her body with her right hand curled slightly on her neck.

"Ok ok so! I must come forth and let you know the real reason for my call and invite. I. Have. Made. Partner! OH I know it was a gamble going with such a young firm, but it has paid off!" Brian says with a huge smile.

Riley perked her head up, "Bri! That's awesome! I bet your dad's proud of you too. Congratulations!" She raised her wine glass and clinked in salute.

"Oh hey let me top that back off for you," he said moving even closer.

The waiter walked up then with their entrées, "Here you go sir...Here you go madam. Is there anything else I can get you? Perhaps another bottle of wine or some other beverage?"

Brian nodded vigorously while gulping his glass then replied, "Yes indeed another bottle, same please! My, this food does look delectable. Let's dig in."

Riley chuckled and nodded and took her first bite of her coq au vin. As she slowly relished the savory bite she giggled inside that it had such a fancy name for basically chicken with garlic and mushrooms. 

As they ate the restaurant's musician began playing. Riley found herself swaying her head slightly as she ate and drank. The simple melody struck a chord deep within her. Her eyes closed, head swaying. She felt her very soul being called to. It was sad...no it was longing. The song cried of a longing for something. The dulcet tones of the guitar carried her away to a hideaway within herself. She could almost picture herself dancing along a hardwood floor. Her arms held aloft as if to hold the man that wasn't there. A slight breeze ruffled her pale yellow sundress in her daydream. And as the song faded away she opened her eyes and began applauding with the rest of the restaurant crowd.

Brian was clapping as well but staring at her smiling. "It never ceases to amaze me how...well how you are. I was sitting right here eating with you but...you...you were miles away. And happy. I could see that you were happy," finished Brian while taking another bite. 

Riley blushed slightly, "Excuse me. I have to ask the musician what that song was. It was beautiful."

Brian watched as she walked across the restaurant to the guitarist. "Yes yes. Go ask about the damn song."

Riley felt a stutter in her step as she got closer to the guitarist. He had a rugged look about him. Long straight jet hair to his shoulder, a thick long goatee missing the mustache adorned his chin. The rest of his face had that 5 o'clock shadow. Dressed in a black silk shirt and black dress pants. His right sleeve rolled up slightly showing the beginnings of a tattoo. Finally his shoes, a pair of Chucks. 

All that style and he's wearing Chucks, laughed Riley in her head.

He had begun playing another song so she stood patiently and waited just watching him. When the song ended she joined in the scattered applause and then approached him. 

"Ok so that song I recognize. Nocturne by Chopin?" asked Riley.

The man looked up with a lopsided grin, "Why yes ma cherie. I know it's meant for the piano but...I am in love with the guitar. May I be of assistance to you, ma minette?"

Riley giggled, "Well I recognized that song, but what was the one before it. It was...beautiful. It touched something inside me."

The guitarist tossed his hair slightly and grinned, "Ah mon chaton that was la guitare romantique, the romantic guitar by Chopin."

"Thank you sir. I just had to know," Riley said with a smile as she turned to walk away.

"Mon Coeur! Wait please," implored the man.

"Yes?" queried Riley.

"I would be honored to play a request of such a belle femme," said the guitarist with a smile.

"I don't speak French but I can tell you're quite the flatterer still. Hmmm a request...Do you know songs a bit more modern?" she asked.

"Try me, ma belle femme," he said, his confidence coming through clearly in his voice.

Riley laughed out loud at the thought of the funny request she was about to make. "More than words by extreme," she finished with a giggle and began sauntering back to her table. 

As she sat down Brian looked at her perplexed. "That took a little while didn't it? And what has you smiling like you slapped the devil and he liked it?" asked Brian.

Before she could open her mouth to answer, the song began. Riley laughed and clapped a little.

"I can't believe he's doing it!" she practically squealed.

Brian's jaw dropped, "I take you to a top of the line French restaurant and you get the musician to play More than Words by Extreme. I just don't know how you do it!"

*****

I can't sleep. I can't stop thinking. What's taking her so long? Great now I sound like a damned parent more than a jealous bo..., my own thoughts interrupted by an audible growl from myself.

GRRRRR! I just need to sleep. It's been a long day. I was in unbearable pain and I've really not eaten much. I'm just grumpy. I'm not jealous. 

My rambling thoughts persisted until finally exhaustion from the day's events lulled me into sleep.

*****

As the guitarist finished his song the restaurant actually exploded into some cheers with the applause. 

He spoke into the microphone, "That was a request from an exquisite lady. If any have other requests I am glad to take them." His lopsided grin still on his face.

"Seriously. Can't believe that just happened. So since we're done eating shall we commence to some serious drinking now?" asked Brian.

Riley responded, "I would say yes and you know I would love to celebrate with you, but..."

"But you have work in the morning?" he queried.

"No tomorrow is Saturday and I usually take weekends off except for emergencies. But the dog. He might get panicky or something and uh I left him inside," she replied.

Brian sighed and rolled his eyes. "Ok go take care of your dog. But NEXT time you can't say no." he stated.

"Well hey, come by after you're done partying. You still have a key right?" Riley asked.

"Yeah I do actually. Ok well I'll see you in a while then!" he responded heartily.

Riley gave him a parting hug and went to the hostess to request a taxi to take her home. She couldn't believe how much she had had to drink. She also couldn't believe how she felt a bit excited to get home and see her former rescuer. 

She opened her front door slowly. As she peered in the darkness she saw a form next to her doorway. She closed the door and let her eyes adjust to the light. She could see a bit better and sighed at the sight she found. Ba'cho, er Fido, was laying by her bedroom doorway. She smiled sadly knowing he would be gone soon.

*****

I jump with a start. My wolfen eyes adjust quickly to the darkness. I could hear muffled music and voices. 

I walked towards the sounds I hear. The plush carpet tickles the pads of my feet as I move slowly towards a door. I cock my head to the sides, back and forth, as if it will help me tune into the sounds behind the door. I look at the base of the door and can see a tad bit of light coming through.

The door is ajar. I could nudge this open if I wanted, I think to myself.

As I nudge the door slowly, the music becomes louder. The singer sounds foreboding. 

It feels like the world is moving in slow motion as the door sways slowly open. I look up and see the bed. My heart falls like meteor from space. I feel a burning feeling and a sinking feeling all at the same time.

Her eyes are closed and her arms and legs encircle his body. I watch the muscles in his back ripple as he pulls himself back. 

The world still moving like tar. The world is tar now. 

Her eyes still closed as he rams his cock hard into her. Her cheeks flush a pale pink and she bites her lower lip. I see her fingers dig into his back as he moves on the out stroke and comes crashing into her. Her eyes pop open and I see her flesh rippling from the impact on her thighs. 

She turns and sees me. Her eyes close again as he pulls out to the tip. Her face, that angelic face of betrayal, flushes again with a pink that screams sinful innocence. 

I can hear myself whining. But I think it's in my head more than anything else. My head is filled with screams of the man I am and the mournful howling of the wolf I also am.

I run from the room in a panic. I hear her scream of ecstasy and I turn to give one last despairing look and turn my head just in time to see the door that I run my head into.

The world and music fade away into blackness from the proper banging of my head.



The Pet Wolf Ch. 05



I know my chapters have been short and I apologize for this. I'm working on my lengths and I hope if nothing else I will post quicker so that if they are short there won't be a long wait like last time. I truly enjoy everyone's comments and I hope to meet everyone's expectations better :-) This post contains some new side stories going on with other characters. Tell me what you think I can't wait to hear everyone's comments!

*****

He walked out to his '69 GTO judge with his head swaying as he chuckled. 

"Can't believe I actually played Extreme," he laughed. 

His name is Luc Montreau. He prefers being called Lu though. A preference that his parents have never enjoyed, god rest their souls. 

He pops the trunk and gently places his guitar case in and closes the lid firmly. 

He walks around whistling the song More than Words by Extreme. He thinks back to the chestnut haired beauty that had requested him to play the song. 

Chuckling he says aloud to himself, "Ah ma belle femme. You were a delight to meet."

He starts the car and is greeted with the low purring rumble of the engine. A lopsided grin graces his chiseled jaw. Putting on black Ray Ban glasses he pulls onto the street in the night. Little does he know how much his life is going to change tonight. 

*****

She has been watching him for weeks, though it feels like just yesterday when she spotted him. 

Dressed in tight fitting faded blue jeans with a simple black shirt and black leather jacket, her simple clothing belies her extraordinariness. 

She turns sharply, her combat boots grinding the gravel beneath her feet. She strides down the alley way and, with the grace of a feline, places her leg over her '01 Hayabusa. 

She revs the motor a couple of times before pulling out onto the same street as Luc. 

As she keeps pace at a distance she thinks back to when she first found him. 

*****

"Aracely? Aracely?! " questioned the man as he poked the woman sitting across the table from him. 

"Ay what papá?" responded the woman. She was clad in the same black jacket but with a bright purple shirt and similar faded jeans. 

"You looked lost in your thoughts mija. So I had to pull you back. What's bothering you?" her father asked. 

"Just some stuff from work papa. How is mamá?" Aracely asked trying to change the subject. 

"She is well. But you know...I used to do the same work as you. Why don't you tell me about it?" her father inquired as the waiter brought them their coffees and breakfast. 

Her face had a rumpled half grin half frown. Her delicate tan mixed with her expression made her look absolutely adorable. A word most in her profession wouldn't use to describe her. 

Aracely took a long slow drink with her eyes closed. She relished in the dark nutty flavor of the rich coffee. 

"Pues...this new assignment. It's...just so basic. All I have to do is find this Frenchman. Once I find him I'm supposed to inform the archbishop in the area and keep tabs on him. I mean it's...well it's a job for a new one to the order papá," she finished with a slight sigh taking another plug from her coffee. 

"Frenchman...hmmm. Sabes que! I remember something about a French family. Dicé. What is his name?" asked the aged man. 

He was wearing a light off white button up shirt and khakis. His relaxed dress and nature belied his own past of secrets. 

Aracely squinted her eyes in thought, "Luc...Luc Montreau. Si. That was his name."

Her father set his coffee down slowly. He wiped his lips with a napkin as his eyes slowly moved left and right in thought. Finally sighing he spoke, "Montreau. There is a name I have not heard since before you were born mija. I...I..."

"Que papá? What's wrong? I don't think I've seen that look on your face since I fell off my first horse," she queried with a concerned look of her own. 

"I...I cannot say mija. You know that you never really retire from this work. Maldita mi suerte. I'm going to see if I can either take this assignment or at least get another to take it for you. This man. His family has a long history in the order. Longer than our own family. They are especiál. That is all I can say for now. Pardòn. I must go. Continue your assignment as normal unless contacted to change. Mija. Por favor. Cuidado." Her father finished and got up abruptly. 

Aracely sat there for a moment and then walked to the register and paid their ticket. 

As she strapped on her full face black helmet, she found herself feeling a little uneasy. Her father just wasn't the type to be shaken like that. 

Pues, off to this ristoranté, she thought to herself. 

She had heard that, ironically, a local French restaurant had a guitarist that was actually French. It wasn't much to go on, true. But at the moment it was the only lead she had and it was information acquired from the local church. 

She sped off on her midnight blue Hayabusa. Easily picking her way through the traffic she arrived at the restaurant. Looking around and memorizing the surroundings she took off again to find a decent hiding spot to watch from. 

She parked her Hayabusa in the alleyway by a music store she found. She threw a tarp over her bike, to keep nosey people from seeing it. Looking around she found the fire escape ladder and hopped up to pull it down. 

"Chingaté. It's rusted stuck," she said under her breath. 

She made some more cautious looks around her and then leapt up grabbing a couple rungs up and pulled herself. She deftly made her way up the ladder and found herself on the roof. 

"Perfecto," she mused aloud as she surveyed the surroundings. 

She settled herself down placing her jacket bundled up behind her head for a nap. The restaurant wouldn't be open for a few hours. 

As she lay there, her sleep wouldn't come. Instead she found herself thinking about her life and how she came to this point. 

She had grown up listening to her father's stories of his life. How he had once considered becoming a priest but then was approached by the Order of Saint Jean Plantaird de Claire. She remembered that what followed was a life filled with intrigue, fantastical events, murder, and conspiracy. 

She had thought that that life sounded so exciting as a child. As an adult. Things were much different. First it was hard enough to prove herself a candidate. Even with her father's standing it was tough just getting the order to admit they were real. Excitement was there but reality has a way of smacking you in the face. 

She was pulled from her thoughts as she heard the low rumble of a car. She sat up to take a look. 

A beautiful black GTO Judge, complete with the original font. 

Aracely wasn't big into cars but she couldn't help but admit. That car was pristine and screamed bad ass. 

She watched the car park and saw him. Her first reaction was that he matched the picture she had seen of him. Her second and prolonged reaction...what a gorgeous specimen of a male. 

"Chingao...pictures don't do you justice señor Montreau," she said tenderly under her breath. 

*****

Her reminiscing is abruptly interrupted by a horn honking as a car swerves around her. Realizing she had let herself day dream she scans her immediate horizon looking for the car with Luc in it. Just as she's sure that she lost him she catches sight of him about 3 blocks ahead of her turning right. 

She speeds up a little trying to close the gap a little. As she turns the corner she realizes that he's parked and she rode right by. She silently curses and looks for a nearby ally to park. 

She covers her bike again and begins walking back towards the building he entered. 

"A bar? So señor Luc. You like to have some drinks after work," she said aloud to herself. 

She stood looking at the bar's name, Bottom o' the Barrel. 

"Sounds like a classy place," she said sarcastically to herself. 

She stood to the side for a while watching people come into the bar. After deciding the crowd looked a little better than she expected she decides to go in. 

The bar has tables scattered around with no real distinct pattern and there is a small dance floor and stage. She approaches the end of the bar where she can clearly see her surroundings. 

"Hello there! What can I getcha sweetheart?" asks a thin man behind the bar. 

Aracely observes him, "I think I would like a double tequila, Patron please."

"Ooouu I love your accent sweetie. Let me grab that for ya. Salt and lime?" asks the man, a little more flamboyance showing. 

"Gracias pero no. I like it plain," she replied with a small smile. 

The man smiles and walks to the wall behind the bar. He finds the Patron and pours the double shot and places it in front of her. 

"That'll be 16.50, you want to pay now or start a tab?" the bartender asks. 

"Ummm. I guess I will have a tab for now, por favor," she says. 

"Will do sweetie. If you need anything my name is Duke," he says.

Aracely can't hide the shock on her face. 

Before she can ask he answers, "I know it's so butch. But my parents were huge John Wayne fans. They had no way of knowing that I would end up preferring riding cowboys instead of being one." 

He walks off laughing to attend another at the bar. 

Aracely shakes her head with a smile. She gazes across the bar room as she takes a sip and almost chokes. She sees him. Luc. 

Luc has situated himself on a stool on the stage with a microphone before him and his guitar resting in his lap. 

"Bonsoir Mesdames et Messieurs. Please feel free at any time to make a request and I hope you enjoy my simple playing," he finished while cracking his neck and beginning to strum his guitar. 

Aracely inwardly chided herself for being caught off guard. 

Ok so he's handsome and...and talented. He's a target, she thought to herself. 

Aracely watched and listened. She became so caught up in his song she didn't even notice that Duke was back. 

He sighed then spoke, "I feel ya sweetie. He's beautiful and his voice is like a manly angel."

Aracely blushes, "It's the tequila. I don't drink often."

Duke smiled, "Oh I'm sure. As far as I know he's single, by the way"

Duke saunters off again seeing a familiar face.

Aracely sits watching Luc for quite some time. She finds herself even joining in the applause every so often with the rest of the bar. She could recognize his definite talent at singing and playing. It seemed as if no one could stump him with a request either. 

As Duke yelled last call, Aracely couldn't believe she had just sat there listening that long. She paid out her small tab and headed out the door.

Luc was playing Closing Time by Semisonic. He had always enjoyed this song. Not to mention the slight pun of playing it at the bar's actual closing time.

He finished his song and hung around for a moment. Normally he would talk with Duke for a little while after everyone left but he could see there was still a man at the bar. And Duke looked more than slightly interested in conversing with said man.

Luc smiled and waved and headed out into the street. Humming a tune to himself he placed his guitar case back into the trunk and slid into the driver's seat. He began thinking about the new face he had seen at the Barrel. New faces aren't completely uncommon but rarely as alluring as hers.

Luc thought to himself, What is your name you almond skinned belle? Two beautiful and unforgettable women seen in one night. 

Aracely had waited patiently for him to emerge from the bar. Her headlight off on her bike, she pulled in behind him, as he took off, closer than normal. She kept pace and gradually let him pull further and further ahead. 

Traffic is oddly dead for bar closing time, she thought to herself.

Suddenly she felt her phone vibrating in her jacket pocket. She knew Luc was heading to his apartment most likely, but she didn't want to stop following. After realizing that she was being ringed a second time she begrudgingly pulled over. 

"Si?" she answered almost rudely.

"Mija, I have good news. Your assignment is complete. They are about to pick him up now," her father said on the other end.

"That's it? Es todo?" she queried sounding slightly dejected.

"Si mija. Trust me it's a good thing that you're done. I'm still talking with the archbishop here and you still aren't cleared for any more information," her father said.

"So what do I do now?" she asked.

"Go home mija. Get some rest," he said warmly to her.

*****

Luc pulled into the parking lot of his apartment complex and let the car idle for a moment. Finally feeling a bit on the tired side, he locked his door and retrieved his case from the trunk. He began walking slowly towards the staircase when a man walked in front of him a few feet away.

"Monsieur Montreau correct?" asked the man.

"Oui. And you are?," Luc asked

"My name is not important at the moment. Your services are needed," said the man flatly as four others emerged around Luc.

"My services? This is odd way to hire a musician monsieur," He said to the strange man.

"I do not know much about your talents monsieur Montreau but they are needed. Now you may come with us quietly or we will use force if necessary. Though I would say I'm loathe to potentially damage you," said the man in the same flat voice.

Luc stood for a moment considering his options. He might be able to get away, possibly even knock out one or two of the men. But they obviously knew where he lived. Where would he go?

"Amende puis...I will go with you. But merci, be careful with my guitar," he finished.

He was lead to a van and climbed in reluctantly. The other men followed suit save for the man who had been talking. He nodded to the driver and got on his phone. 

"The last Montreau is on his way sir," he said into the cell phone and hung up.

Aracely couldn't help herself and had gone ahead and continued to his apartment. She couldn't really hear the conversation. A fact which meant her curiosity was still unfed. She didn't know why, but she had to know more about this man and why her order wanted him.

***** 

I can feel something rubbing on my side. The soft slow movements gradually awaken me. As I open my eyes I see the first shafts of daylight coming in through the window. 

Mmmm that feels so nice, I think to myself. 

As my drowsy amber eyes slowly look around, I remember where I am. I look over and see her. 

Her silky chestnut hair is pulled to one side over her shoulder. Her eyes have a slight sorrowful look and there is the slightest grin on her face. 

I almost let myself get caught in the moment and then the memory of last night flashes. Her flushed cheeks and open mouth the only thing I can see. I scurry up to my paws and back away from her. 

"What's wrong boy? It's because I keep leaving you alone isn't it?," Riley asks as if I can respond. 

I walk over towards the front door and sit chuffing. 

No I'm not pissed because you keep leaving me alone. I'm pissed because I'm an idiot who is letting myself get attached to you, I thought to myself. 

She stood and started to walk towards me and I growled slightly and then looked away from her. 

She stopped and looked confused and hurt. 

"Ok. I guess you just want some space. Maybe it's for the best since your owner should be here soon to pick you up. I'll make us some breakfast ok boy?" Riley asked and turned and headed to the kitchen. 

I laid my head on my paws and let a low whine out. Not loud enough for her to hear, just loud enough for my pity party. I could hear her in the kitchen moving pans around and opening and closing the fridge door. 

I think to myself, where is mr. Fantastic from last night. Probably a hit and quit it kinda guy. Ugh why am I even thinking about anymore. 

The smells of bacon and eggs makes my stomach growl. I grudgingly get up and stretch. 

I think inwardly, Just because I'm a bit upset is no reason to starve myself right? Right. 

I pad quietly into the kitchen and watch her. She's wearing knee length cargo shorts and a loose fitting baby blue shirt. I find myself sighing inside. Even just moving around the kitchen she has this slight air of grace. Her arm movements as she scrambles the eggs are fluid. The real downside here is that those shorts do nothing for her ass. 

I resign myself to a spot by the back door. I sit and look into her backyard. The lush green grass looks inviting. As the sun continues it's ascent, the suburban scene before me is comforting. Birds are waking up and singing to the world. The neighborhood is starting to wake as well. It's not the harsh bustling of the inner city though. The occasional car starting, a distant lawn mower going, and the sounds of children playing. 

I think to myself, Why does everything have to seem so nice? Oh moon, are you mocking me somehow?

"Well glad you decided to join me for breakfast boy. Sorry I keep calling you boy. It's just...well Fido just doesn't suit you, ya know? And here I am again just babbling to you," she giggles slightly as she puts a bowl of bacon in front of me. 

I stare at her until she walks away. Once she takes her seat at the table I begin eating. 

The bacon is cooked but not to a crisp. I'm actually a little surprised at the thick cut of the bacon as well. 

We both eat slowly just looking at each other. It's plain to see that neither of us is particularly happy this morning. 

After we finish eating she cautiously collects my bowl and begins washing dishes. I sit looking bored, which is far from the truth. 

My chest feels heavy. Every time I catch her looking my way, my stomach rolls and tumbles. 

"You need to go outside?," she asks while moving to open the back door. 

I oblige the offer and thank the moon for the brief respite from Riley's presence. I walk over to a tall oak tree in her backyard and lay beside it. 

*****

Riley looked out her bedroom window at her wolf rescuer. She was thinking that she felt sadder than she should.

She thought to herself, Sure he rescued me but he's still just a wolf. No he's more than that. There's something there behind those eyes. It's like he...

Her thoughts trail off as she hears the doorbell. She slides her dainty feet into some flip flops and heads to the door. She opens it and is faced with a smiling woman. Possibly early 50's or late 40's. 

"Hi! I'm Mary. You called yesterday about my boy Fido?," she said. 

Riley smiled and replied, "Yes I did. Please come in."

The woman walked in. She was wearing a plaid long sleeve shirt and blue jeans with brown hikers. 

Mary looked around and admired the living room. 

"So where is he?" Mary asked. 

"Oh he is in the backyard. Follow me." Riley replied. 

Riley led the woman to the back door. As she walked she continued talking, "He really is a special boy isn't he? Up until this morning he's been nothing but friendly."

Mary paused by the back door. "Until this morning?" she asked. 

Riley sighed, "Yeah. He hasn't been mean, just off putting. I think he's upset that I've had to leave him alone in a strange place so much you know?"

Mary looked puzzled and said, "Um yeah...maybe."

Riley opened the door and I perked up. 

Ugh I'm still like a lovesick pup, I thought to myself. 

I truly perked up though when I saw my mom beside her. My savior from my place of misery. I ran up to her happily and rubbed my head on her leg. 

My mother pet me and I saw Riley to the side. Her beautiful smile back seeing my happiness. 

It made my stomach and emotions tumble and smack into each other. I was still depressed from last night but at the same time comforted knowing that my happiness matters to her. 

I pay no attention to their small talk about my beautiful coat and how smart I am. I hop into the back seat of the Tahoe and settle myself down. 




The Pet Wolf Ch. 05



Mary extended her hand and spoke, "It was nice meeting you Riley. I have no doubt that Ca uh Fido enjoyed his stay. By the way. My son Calvin would like to come by and thank you sometime and give you a little thank you gift."

"Oh the boy from the picture. Sure anytime. Here's my card so you can know my office hours. And um...he should bring Fido by sometime. I'd happily do his checkups for free. I mean it's not often I get to see a wolf," Riley said. 

Mary smiled, "So you noticed. Yeah he really is special. You should have seen his dad. Just as magnificent." 

"Oh so does your family breed them? And what happened to his sire?" asks Riley. 

Mary burst out laughing, "SIRE?! Oh sorry just. We just call him his dad. And yeah...we sorta breed them. Calvin can and probably will want to tell you all about it so I'll just save that for him to say. As for his dad. Well he kinda does his own thing these days."

I chuffed loudly from the back. 

Mary turned and then looked back at Riley, "I imagine hearing the name Calvin has got him wanting to go. Bye Riley! We will keep in touch." 

My mom finally got in and waved as we took off. I could see Riley still waving as we set down the road. 

Once traffic cleared up as we hit the highway I shifted. I saw my mom had brought me some clothes. A pearl snap shirt and some wranglers. After dressing I ambled up into the passenger seat. 

"She was nice and quite pretty son. I can see why you're interested," my mom said with a chuckle. 

"Yeah well. I don't think I am anymore..." I trailed off looking out the window. 

"What! You would be an idiot not to be. Does this have something to do with her saying you were less than friendly this morning?" she asked. 

"I don't really want to talk about it. Let's just say I think she's not single," I huffed. 

"I wasn't single when your dad met me. That didn't stop him," she said matter of factly. 

"Yeah well dad didn't meet you while you were being pounded by some guy did he," I stated. 

Mary looked over and then back at the road. She laid her hand on mine. "Oh honey. I'm sorry. Well. You don't have to meet her again right away. I mean I can understand why you might not want to. Here's her card though."

I took Riley's business card from her and shoved it in my pocket to end the conversation. 

We rode in silence for a few minutes then my mom exclaimed, "OH! Wait til you see the surprise waiting for you at home!"

"No offense mom but I just want to go back to my apartment. I think it's time I packed up and moved to another town." I said flatly. 

"Oh hell no! You're coming home boy. You need the comfort of home and probably a good run. Besides. This surprise outweighs any opinion you may have at the moment," she said firmly. 

I simply nodded and conceded. The rest of the drive she would turn up a random song on the radio and chatter about things I had missed. 

The whole time I couldn't get Riley's face out of my mind. 

*****

Riley felt a little drained. She decided that she shouldn't mope about though. She went to her room and picked up her cell and dialed. 

"Ugh...hello?" came the voice on the phone. 

"Bri it's me, Riley. I was about to ask why you didn't make it over last night. But I think I can hear why," she giggled. 

"Oh you bitch...what time is it...9. 9 in the morning and you call me knowing I was celebrating last night. Remind me again why you're my favorite cousin?" Brian groaned. 

"Because you can't have more fun with anyone else!" Riley said. 

Brian chuckled a little, "I wouldn't say that. I went to the ol Barrel last night."

"Don't tell me you're back with Duke again? Don't get me wrong he's fun but he's such a flirt. I thought you hated that?" she asked. 

"Yeah yeah...ugh so what now that you've destroyed my rest?" he asked. 

"I'm feeling a little down. The uh dog's owner came and picked him up. How about I give you a couple hours and we have an early lunch?" she requested. 

"Uhm...sure. That will give me and Duke a chance to shower and stuff. Where you wanna meet at?" Brian asks. 

"Hmm. Isn't there a little café nearby your place?" Riley queried. 

"Oh yeah. It's a nice little hole in the wall. We'll see you there in a couple hours. Later cuz," Brian replied hanging up. 

Riley slumped her shoulders. Two hours to burn and nothing to do. 

A little smile grew on her face and her eyes darted over to her bedside table. 

She stood and spoke to herself, "Oh I think there is something to do."

She opened the drawer and removed a flesh toned vibrator. She tested the switch a couple times to check the batteries. Once she was satisfied she laid it on the bed and proceeded to undress. 

She laid down and closed her eyes. She let her hands start to wander over her body. Her pale pink nipples already beginning to perk up. She sighed contentedly as she moved her hands slowly over her stomach towards that wonderful spot between her legs. 

She smiled and sighed as she teased herself. Instead of going straight for her little nub she caressed the inside of her thighs. 

She thought to herself, No reason to rush. 

"Mmmm," she purred to herself contentedly. 

Her hands came closer with every motion. Up and down they caressed closer until finally she reached her outer lips. Thick full outer lips concealing the feminine nectar already starting. 

Two fingers slide in between her lips and up. Finally touching that delicate bundle of nerves. 

"A..ahh mmm," she sighs aloud. 

She thinks to herself it's been too long and she should do this more often. 

Her index finger gently presses down and begins rubbing. First just back and forth slowly but then in small circles. Her clit swells and hardens from her gentle manipulations. Her thumb moves to join in and she squeezes slightly. 

"Hoh..ah," she says aloud. 

Her subtle movements keep eliciting slight sighs and little groans. She can already feel that gentle burning growing. With her free hand she picks up her vibrator and sets it to a medium setting and begins to rub the tip up and down in between her lips. She moves it in slightly and feels the delicious tickles as it grazes her delicate opening. When it hits her clit she instinctively squeezes it with her other thumb and finger. 

"AH ooouu," she groans keeping the toy in place. 

She lifts it away and twists her clit hard; harder than she even meant to. She feels a slight tremble in her legs and her stomach tightens a little. She's already close. She slides the toy down and into her pussy finally. Her thick outer lips and inner lips stick to it as if they want to grasp it. As the tip moves further down her channel, her pussy continues to tighten reflexively. 

Halfway down her need takes over. She twists and squeezes her clit and shoves the remaining half in one firm stroke. She groans loudly and begins to pull it out slowly. At the halfway point she again slams it in. Her cheeks begin to flush a pale pink as she keeps this steady rhythm. 

Her groans and little squeaks grow louder as she begins to quicken her pace. The flesh toned toy glistens with a thick creamy glaze of her juices. She begins pounding fast and almost erraticly; always burning nearer and nearer to that sweet release. 

Heavy breathing mixed with groans and the sound of her fist hitting her womanhood fill the room. As her orgasm begins her body tightens and her fingers squeeze her clit hard. Furiously pounding away at herself she finally lets the orgasm explode over her. She holds her breath just as it hits and lets out a short shriek. 

She slowly pulls out her toy and lets it drop to the floor. Her body is covered in a sheen of sweat. A copious amount of her sweet nectar has puddled between her legs. She just lays there her chest heaving up and down. Little aftershock orgasms send tremors through her body making her tighten up ever so often. 

"So..mmm...fuck..," Riley trails off

*****

We pull up to the old house. As I step barefoot out of the Tahoe, the warm sun hits my face and I curl my toes in the cool earth. I inhale deeply. 

"Nothing like clean country air eh Cal?" asks my mom smiling. 

I finally smile for the first time today. I close my eyes and tilt my head up again. I take another big breath and start to unbutton my shirt. 

"No ma'am nothing like it. I think you were right I need a good run," I say grinning. 

"Well now wait. Normally I'd just let you run off but you have to come in first," she says stopping my hands. 

"Aw come on. You just brought me here to torture me by denying me a run didn't you," I say jokingly. 

As we both laugh my mom opens her mouth to explain, and then I see the surprise. My jaw drops and tears come forcibly out. 

"DAD!" I scream and run towards him. 

I may be a grown ass man; but I haven't seen my father in so long. Not to mention we have been so close thanks to our mutual condition. 

I slam into my father throwing my arms around him. His silver and black hair have grown down to the middle of his back. I feel his thick beard on my cheek as we mutually crush each other. 

We finally end our embrace and walk inside. We sit down at the table and my mom walks to the stove and starts working on a stew. 

"Holy shit old man. It's so good to see you! Where have you been?" I asked excitedly. 

My dad grins and responds, "straight to the point eh? Well. It's a long story," he pauses and looks over to my mom. 

"I really wasn't even sure I should come back. You see son. I spent a lot of my youth with my dad in these mountains. Just like me and you did for a couple years. Well anyways. Unlike you I had more questions." He said and leaned back in his chair.

I pondered for a moment and then asked, "Like what dad?"

He fidgeted with his shirt pulling out a cigarette. I followed him outside and we sat on the porch as he lit it. 

"He told me the story of our ancestors same as I did you. Now do you remember how I said we thought it was a curse at first but then we used it for good?" he asked puffing. 

"Yeah. I remember. Fact is I think about the first change a lot. Big moment you know," I said looking at my father. 

His hazel eyes looked tired and it just dawned on me. My father doesn't usually let his hair get anywhere near this long. Not even his beard. 

"I get the feeling that you have bad news. What's with your hair?" I asked. 

He sighed and took another drag, "Been in wolf most of the time I've been gone. Had to. And bad news? I dunno if I'd call it that. I spent a long time researching our past. How well do you remember our story? Tell it to me and see if you catch it."

I sighed aloud. My father had a habit of making me recite the story. He said the reason was that I must never forget and I must pass it on if any of my kids get the curse. 

"Long long ago. Men were new and the world was already ancient. Other folk had walked the earth forever. The others were of many kinds. But all men looked at them the same. As men found the other folk, they were jealous. Man had just learned fire but the others were gifted. Man's jealousy grew. Fear grew too among the men. They feared that the others would use their gifts against men and hurt or enslave them. Their fears and jealousy took on a life of their own. A great darkness engulfed the world. The leader of the men went to the others and said he knew it to be their fault," I paused looking at my father. 

He nodded, "keep going son."

"Is it really that important that I go through all of it?" I asked. 

"Yes. Now keep going," he said flatly gazing out to nowhere. 

"The men's king offered his help in fighting the evil. At first the others laughed. But a Queen and another King of the others accepted. As the war raged on, many died. The oldest son of the man king became bitter. His bitterness turned to anger. When he battled he fought wildly like an animal. Once his rage was too great. He began attacking all around him. He slew one of the others and many men. As his rage subsided he stood still growling looking around for another to fight. He found the bodies of his comrades and one of the others lay around him. He fell to his knees and howled his sadness and guilt. One of the leaders of the others condemned him and wanted blood. A council was held at twilight and it was agreed. He would live, but under the moon he would be an animal. The war continued on and in the darkest nights a large wolf would be seen running to the aid of the others and man. It would vanish as soon as the enemies were fallen. The darkness will come again and he will keep watch waiting for the day one can come and stop the dark." I finished with a heavy sigh. 

"Did you catch it?" dad asked. 

I shrugged, "Catch what?"

"There's a lot to think about in that story. First it was his eldest son which means he had at least one other. That means we have relatives that shouldn't have the curse," he said. 

"Ok yeah. That makes sense though I don't see the big deal about that though. They probably don't even know the story anymore," I said. 

"That may be true. But there's more. I always wondered about the others. What were they? Do they still exist? More importantly, if they do exist maybe this curse is reversible," my father said calmly. 

"But...being wolf is the best feeling in the world. The freedom. The connection with the world around us. Why would you want it reversed?" I implored him. 

He put his cigarette out, "I don't. I'm more worried about it being taken away. Now the next thing. The story says at night he would be the animal. But the moon doesn't make us change uncontrollably. In fact as we both know the moon helps. Only the first change is unstoppable. So why is that?" he asked almost reflectively. 

We both sat in silence for a moment. Then I thought about the story more and it hit me. 

"We are waiting. For someone. No the story said he would be waiting. But that's impossible he would be long dead," I finished with a frown. 

My father sighed loudly. It was a deep baritone sigh that could almost be felt same as it was heard. 

"Now I guess is as good a time as any to tell you. We stop aging eventually. Sure our hair may continue to turn white but that's it. You can always tell an old one of our kind by the silvery white pelt," he finished staring at me. 

My jaw fell. First I felt this strange feeling of euphoria that I would never die. It was quickly killed when I thought of my mom. I turned looking through the window looking at her. 

My dad spoke catching my actions, "She knows. And no. She will age as normal. My father left when he realized his grandfather had told him the truth. That's where I've been. I went looking for him. I had to know if he had more knowledge."

I clasped my hands together nervously. The wind kicked up slightly making my open shirt ripple. 

"...So...did you find papaul?" I asked using the same name my toddler brain had given him. 

"I did. And he did indeed have more answers. There is a lot more to this world and our story than I even thought possible. What's more...there are others like us. The bloodline that started with one man grew. The old ones stick around keeping eye over a couple generations of their family. They stay in case the children need help." 

He sniffed towards the kitchen. "I know this is a lot to take in and there is more but damn that stew smells good. Let's go in and eat. Then we can go for a good cleansing run. Sound good?"

I just nodded and followed him in. 

I thought to myself, How little i knew about my own life.



The Pet Wolf Ch. 06



Thanks for everyone's comments. I can see that not everyone likes the addition of the guitarist. I don't want anyone to think I don't pay attention to them but since I already added it I'm going to continue it. I hope the other characters grow on everyone and I hope it doesn't end up detracting from Calvin and Riley in the end. Please continue to comment. Your comments help keep me inspired. Also this and future posts will have characters thoughts italicized and it will be written completely from the third person. 

After eating the homemade stew, which was amazing as always, Calvin and his father, Roy, walked to a clearing in the woods nearby. There they sat in the dark for a moment. 

"I'm so glad you're back dad," Calvin said with a smile. 

His dad smiled back at him and nodded, "It's good to see you and mom. I missed y'all. Speaking of your mom. She said you met someone?" 

Calvin sighed in a disparaging fashion, "Yeah kinda. I uh don't think it's going to go anywhere though." 

"So she met the wolf first. Who cares? Your mom said you already concocted a plan for her to meet the man. Go for it," his dad said with a mischievous glint in his eye. 

The first slivers of moonlight were finally showing; Calvin looked up and spoke, "Let's talk about it later. It's been a long time since I had someone to run with." 

His father nodded to him and began to undress. Calvin did as his father and the two men stood naked in reverent silence of the moon's calming lunar gaze. Calvin let the change start and closed his eyes. It was like he could feel the moon embracing them as he felt himself suddenly standing on four padded feet. His amber eyes opened and he saw his father's wolf for the first time in years. His dad's thick black coat now blended with white and gray fur. His own amber eyes staring at Calvin. 

His father's mood turned playful as he chuffed excitedly and pranced around him. 

Calvin gave in to his own boyish mood and they began play fighting and jumping around each other. They chuffed and barked at each other playfully. Finally his dad barked issuing a challenge and darted off, out of the clearing. 

Calvin flew after him, the ground beneath him growing harder as they began their ascent up the side of the mountain. The tree line thinned as they continued their ascent, until finally they broke through and had only craggy rocks to dance about. 

His dad slowed his pace momentarily and Calvin caught up to him. Running side by side they bolted around boulders and leapt over rocks. Their mouths open and tongues lolling as they both put more speed on. 

They arrived at a ledge and sauntered over to sit down on their haunches. Calvin's favorite part of running with his father has come. 

They tilt their heads back and began their wolf song. They howled long into the night. It was a song without words. A deep mournful song and yet one that lifted their spirits. Calvin's chest swelled with happiness at their shared moment. The deep pulsing feeling in his throat matched the happiness he felt in the shared moment. It took him back to his first days and nights of running with his father. 

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Riley was sitting watching TV. Her lunch with Brian had been enjoyable and, oddly enough, it was good to see Brian and Duke dating again. But she still had a nagging unhappy emotion. 

I know that having a pet wolf in the city was unreasonable but...there was just something about him. Something that made our interactions feel more than just a pet and its owner...Something...amazing, she thought feeling downtrodden. 

She tried to shake the thoughts and attempted to chalk it up to just being single and a little lonely. But the thoughts nagged and persisted. She stared kind of blankly at the television, and realized that it wasn't helping. 

I need to find a hobby or something, she thought to herself. 

Deciding on an early night, she flipped the TV off and headed to her bedroom. As Riley laid down and pulled the covers up to her waist and closed her eyes; she was still thinking of "Fido." She had never met an animal that interacted so well with humans, let alone herself. 

Those amber eyes stared back at her while she tried to go to sleep. There was a softness mixed in with the wildness. A warm feeling went through her. It was like a comforting wave. 

She started fading into sleep with these thoughts. 

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Calvin and his father made it down the mountain and back to the house. They paused for a moment and began redressing. Both men had smiles on their face from the night's run. Once dressed Calvin held a slow gait as he followed his father to the porch. He watched his dad take a seat in an old rocking chair on the porch and smiled realizing that he had a new memory of his dad. Calvin leaned on the railing of the steps midway up to the porch and looked up at the moon. 

His dad lit a cigarette, "So tell me about her." 

Calvin resigned himself to the fact his dad probably wouldn't stop asking. 

"She's a vet and I'm pretty sure she's involved with someone," he said morosely. 

"A vet? Was she in Iraq?" his dad asked with an intrigued tone. 

"No a vet like as in veterinarian. Only you would make that assumption," Calvin finished with a snort. 

"Oh! Ok well that sounds nice. So you think she has a boyfriend or something?" his father continued his queries. 

"I'll be blunt. I saw her fucking some dude. So yeah," Calvin responded still looking up at the moon. 

His father puffed slowly for a while. He stroked his beard as he pondered. 

"Well that's...shitty. To say the least. But you know your mom wasn't single when I met her. And trust me she's no saint," he finished laughing. 

"DAD! Jeez man I don't want to hear anything like that about mom. Besides it's not like you ever had to watch her with another man," Calvin said with a groan. 

"Not in the act so to speak. But I still had to watch her with her various boyfriends as we grew up. I had seen her kiss and grope several guys before I ever even said hi to her the first time," he said flatly. 

"Again...don't want to hear that crap about mom," he said annoyed. 

His father laughed boisterously; his rich voice ringing out into the night. 

"I know. But the point is son. What if I had never approached her? We grew up in the same area and she had never noticed me until I finally went up to her. So this girl you met has a healthy sex appetite. So what? There's no reason not to at least let her meet the man since she met the wolf. Who knows maybe if you can put that memory behind you, it could turn out great," he finished with a slight grin. 

"Ok whatever. I'll go check out her office Monday. I do want to thank her for the way she took care of me. She really is awesome with animals. Wait a minute. Why the hell are you and mom both so pushy about it? Y'all act like I'll never meet another woman," a peppering of anger coating his words. 

"Let's be honest boy. You haven't brought home a girl since you were in middle school. Besides. We would like some grandchildren someday," he finished laughing and slapped Calvin's back. He walked into the house leaving Calvin to his thoughts. 

I can just go meet her and thank her for taking care of my dog. There's nothing wrong with that. Except it wasn't my dog. It was me, he thought sighing aloud. 

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Back in the city 

Luc looked around while he was sitting at a table in a back room at a local church. He gazed up at the wall and saw a crucifix. The room had a small bed with a lamp beside it. The only other furnishing was the chair and table he sat at with a chair opposite of him. 

The door opened and an elderly man walked in. He was dressed in a sweater and dress pants. There was one other obvious article of clothing. Around the old man's neck was the white band; a tell-tale sign of his profession. The old priest walked over and sat down in front of Luc. 

"Good evening Mr. Montreau. How are you?" The old man asked. 

Luc leaned back, "Well I'm a little tired. Other than that I am...perplexed. Last I checked, churches didn't kidnap people. Perhaps you could help me understand why I am here?" 

The old man smiled warmly, "We have been looking for you for quite some time. I worked with your parents and some...red tape got in the way after their passing. Normally we wouldn't have had an issue keeping up with you, but well, that's in the past. I never would have imagined you would wander so far from your home, though I have some ideas why." 

Luc cocked an eyebrow at the priest. He had never thought he was being watched. 

"I was seventeen and basically homeless. Though the journey has been memorable. You still didn't answer my question," Luc finished pointedly, as well as hoping he gave no signs of shock away. 

The old man nodded, "You're right I haven't. For good reason though. Before I can elaborate, did your parents ever tell you what they did?" 

Luc thought for a moment then spoke, "They owned a bakery no?" 

"I'm afraid that was only a hobby of theirs. Surely you wondered why they took long trips. Perhaps wondered how they could afford the style of living you all were accustomed to?" The old man asked, his gaze fixed. 

"No. It was not in me to ponder such things. Now can I know why I am here?" Luc asked. 

"You know you haven't even asked my name," said the old priest with a mischievous grin. 

"Oh je m'excuse. Where are my manners? Luc Montreau, though you may call me Lu. And you are sir?" Luc said extending his hand, his tone mocking. 

"Your sense of humor is not unappreciated. I am Shean MacAllen. I am the archbishop of the diocese here in this area. I also belong to an old order of the church," he finished standing up. 

Luc simply looked up at the old man. He had gone from slightly puzzled to downright at a loss for words. 

"The order has need of your family's help. As you are the last surviving Montreau, you are the last hope of that help. Please enjoy your rest. We will talk again in the morning," the old man said leaving and locking the door behind him. 

Luc sighed and walked over to the bed. 

What did he mean, my family's help? Some old order? Dieu m'aider. May as well sleep since there seems to be no escape, he thought to himself. 

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Across the city 

Aracely walked into her hotel room and threw her jacket on a chair. She sat on the edge of the bed staring at the wall for a moment. She knew that willing herself to sleep should be the priority. Her nerves felt on edge, though. She decided waiting wouldn't let her sleep. She pulled out a cell phone and hit her dad's number. 

After a couple of rings, "Mija I thought I told you to get some rest?" asked her father. 

"Si papa. But I cannot. Por favor, tell me more about this man and his family," anticipation and frustration evident in her voice. 

"Ay Aracely. Pues it is not smart to talk of this on the phone. Come to the house and we will talk. Ok mija?" He finished and hung up. 

Aracely grabbed her jacket and used the stairs to get to the lobby of the hotel. She forced a smile and waved at the desk clerk on her way out. Pulling her helmet on, she straddled the Hayabusa and pulled out into the night again. A half hour later she pulled into the gravel drive of her parents' home. Her father was standing at the door and let her in. 

"You know it would have been better to wait. You look sleepy mija." her father said, concern evident. 

"I know papa. But this whole...it just bothers me. I'm used to knowing more. But this...I just followed him and watched them pick him up. I just need answers," she spoke tiredly. 

Her father ushered her to the couch and sat opposite her in an aged recliner. 

"Si I figured as much. There is a lot to tell though mijita," he said. 

Aracely nodded and spoke, "I have time. If you aren't too tired..." 

"Pues where to begin. The Montreaus have a long history with the order. All the way to the beginning. There was a family long ago. The father had a son and a daughter. They were twins. The son was a great warrior, sabes. And the daughter was muy hermosa. Something happened to the son. They say he was cursed. This of course hurt his sister in ways we cannot understand. She searched for a way to help her brother. Eventually, she met Jean Plantaird de Claire," he paused for a moment and rubbed the bridge of his nose. 

"So this family. They are that old? How did she meet the saint?" Aracely asked excitedly. 

"It was a sort of fate that brought them together. The saint was looking for her brother. Being twins, they shared a bond. The saint knew this and asked for her help to find him. She agreed because De Claire said he wished to help her brother. When they found him...the saint did what he could to ease the suffering of the brother," her father finished. 

Aracely sat thinking on what her father said then spoke, "Pero, the Montreaus where do they come in?" 

Her father sat back and popped out the foot rest, "The sister eventually married. The man she married was named Jourdain de Montreau. He was a cousin of the saint. I know, not much of a story there." 

"Ok so this woman. She was related to Saint Jean through marriage. You said Montreaus were special but I didn't ever think about our order's saint as having an extended family," Aracely said thoughtfully. 

"Oh that isn't all mija. The Montreaus carry her bloodline. And just like her they share a bond with her brother's bloodline. That is what the order uses them for. They track down the lineage of the brother," said her father. 

"What does the order want with this other lineage?" trepidation lacing her words. 

"That I do not know mija. All I know is that these two bloodlines. They are the core of what this order was founded on," he said with a yawn. 

Aracely thought for a moment. She tried to process all that she had learned. Her thoughts went back to when she first told her father about her task and she visibly perked up. 

"You said you knew a Montreau. You were worried looking when I said his name. How did you know this other Montreau?" she queried. 

Her father sat up and put his hands together. He leaned forward looking at the ground. 

"It was almost 30 years ago when I met not one but two of them. A man and his wife. I had proven myself in the order. Getting to meet them was both an honor and a new level of trust," he said pausing. 

He sat back and rubbed his face. Aracely sat patiently waiting for him to continue. 

"I was assigned as a bodyguard to them. We...they tracked down targets. Once targets were found, they would make a phone call and another team would move in. I never met any of the targets. The early days were simple like that. But that all changed. They went rogue on us. I was given the command to..." Her father trailed off. 

They both sat in silence. Aracely could see the pain in his face. 

"After that. I asked to retire. That was eight years ago," he said with a forlorn tone. 

Aracely looked down, "I didn't know you were still active then papa. How...I mean why did you let me join?" 

"I ask myself that sometimes. Mijita I still believe that there is good in the order. Sabes que, it starts off so innocent. I guess I thought you would never get to the extreme part. You have to admit you have done good things though," he said dejectedly. 

Aracely thought about it. She had been on teams evacuating nuns and missionaries from hostile areas. She had put down cults that were growing in power. She had done a lot for the order. She thought it interesting how faith had led her to do some bad things for a greater good. 

Her father interrupted her thoughts, "Pues mija. Stay here the night and rest. I would say to leave this alone but you have always been curious. I'll see about setting up a meeting," he finished walking off to his room. 

Aracely laid down on the couch and closed her eyes. 

So much I never knew...I hope I can find out more, she thought to herself as she fell asleep. 

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Back in the countryside 

Calvin woke up around noon the next day. He wasn't used to sleeping in like that. He got up and stretched, groaning contentedly. He stumbled out of bed and opened his old closet to look for a fresh change of clothes. He wiped the sleep from his eyes and gazed dejectedly in. The only clothes he could find that fit was some baggy shorts and a t-shirt with a cartoon character on it. 

He headed down the hall to the bathroom. As he walked he noted that the house seemed empty. He closed the bathroom door behind him and shed the tight jeans and pearl snap shirt from the day before. He started the shower and stepped in, shivering from the slight shock of the cold water. 

Why do I never wait for it to warm up, he thought to himself. 

After showering he pulled on the shorts and shirt. He looked in the mirror. 

I look like an idiot. No...I look like a brony, he thought to himself. 

The shirt was tight and while it outlined his muscles, the pink unicorn was what made him look goofy. He sighed and went back to his old room and slipped on some flip flops. He stood looking around his room. He saw all of his old band posters still tacked up. A small swell of happiness grew inside him. 

His mom's voice from behind interrupted his thoughts, "Reminiscing?" 

He turned around and his mom burst out laughing. His face turned into a scowl. 

"What's so funny," Calvin asked. 

His mom calmed down, "Is that shirt the only thing that fit?" She asked starting to cackle again. 

He sighed, "Yeah. Where the hell did it come from anyways?" 

"Probably your cousin Samantha. She stayed for a couple weeks before she went back to school. Come on your dad is waiting outside. He wants to take you somewhere," his mom said. 

Calvin followed her out and saw his dad already in the driver's seat of an old Chevy pickup. Calvin walked around and slid into the passenger seat. 

He turned to his dad, "Where we headed?" 

They both waved at Calvin's mom as his dad pulled onto the caliche driveway. 

His dad replied, "Headed to town. I caught sight of your get up and realized you needed some clothes. Plus I figured the drive could give us some more time to talk about...things." 

Calvin buckled his seat belt and adjusted as the truck rumbled down their driveway and onto the county road. 

"What sort of things?" an anxious tone prevalent. 

His father lit a cigarette and cracked the window. "I was thinking maybe some more of what we talked about last night. You know... the old story, maybe some questions you have...maybe that woman?" he asked with a light chuckle. 

Calvin took a slow deep breath and let it out. "Let's get it over with then dad. What about her?" he begrudgingly asked. 

His dad smiled, and then began his inquiry, "For starters do you even know her name?" 

"Yeah. It's Riley. Dunno her last name but I'm sure it's on her card," the words spoken fast and clipped. 

His father nodded while taking a drag, "That's right. Your mom said she got her business card. So, what's she look like?" 

"She's...uh a little shorter than me I think? Chestnut colored hair...eyes the color of a clear sky...," Calvin said getting caught up in his memories of her. 

His dad chuckled, "Quite the romantic there son!" 

"Moon give me strength not to hit my father," Calvin grumbled aloud. 

"So when you going to see her? Monday right?" he asked, his cigarette almost finished. 

Calvin raised one of his hands to his left temple and began rubbing. He knew he was overacting but there was a definite mental pain involved. He wanted to be done with thoughts of Riley. 

Hell...it would be nice if my parents just had the courtesy to stop asking me about a woman who got fucked in front of me, Calvin thought before responding. 




The Pet Wolf Ch. 06



"Yes, Monday. Any more annoying questions about her?" his words edged with disdain. 

His father snubbed the cigarette out in the ashtray and rolled his window up. "Nah I think that's about all I wanted. Hell you told me more last night than you did now. Ah here we are," his dad finished pulling into a parking space of a Wal-Mart Supercenter. 

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Meanwhile back at the church. 

Luc woke up and moved his head side to side trying to relieve the kinks in his neck. The bed, while surprisingly comfortable, was less than luxurious. He stood next to the bed and continued stretching. As he finished he heard a knock at the door.  

"C'est quoi ce bordel? Come in already, Luc responded peeved, to the knock. 

The priest from the night before, Father Shean MacAllen entered the room with a tray. He set it on the table and motioned to Luc to seat. The trays were well laden with baked eggs Napoleon, thick slices of cheese, some beignets, and assorted fruit. For drinks there was a pot of coffee and two glasses of orange juice. 

The priest sat down and placed a plate in front of himself and in front of the empty chair. The old man wiggled his fingers as he appraised the food before him. He settled on a couple slices of cheese and some fruit with a glass of orange juice. 

Luc gazed at the food for a moment. While not wanting to act civilly with his would be captor; he gave into his morning hunger and sat in front of the priest. He took generous helpings of all laid before him and a cup of coffee. 

Luc spoke after a sip of the coffee, "Mon dieu. Good coffee. I must admit I am surprised at the choices you have brought me monsieur. I take it this is part of your...process to get me to acquiesce?" 

Father MacAllen took a bite of cheese and then answered with a half full mouth, "No Mr. Montreau. This is called breakfast. My 'process' as you call it is much simpler and direct." 

The two men ate in silence for a moment. Luc watched the old man over his coffee cup and in between bites. The priest was wearing garb very similar of the night before. A light brown cardigan over his black button up shirt. Black slacks and of course, the priest collar indicative of a Catholic priest. 

Father MacAllen broke the silence, having finished his meager meal, "I know you have many questions. I most likely have answers to all of them. But as I said I prefer a direct approach. The Order needs your assistance. Your family's bloodline is tied to another family's blood line. While your bloodline did not grow and expand as is typical of most, the other did. The order needs you to track down this other bloodline." 

Luc took a bite of his beignet and chewed slowly and thoughtfully. He took a long draught of his coffee and cleared his throat. 

"Monsieur MacAllen. I have no idea how to begin to 'track' an individual. I am a musician, not a tracker," Luc said flatly. 

"You are both correct and incorrect Mr. Montreau," the old man said before Luc interrupted. 

"Merci, just Luc or Lu," taking another drink of his coffee. 

The old man just stared blankly and continued, "You are a musician and you are a tracker. Granted not a tracker in the normal sense of the word. Tell me. In your travels did you...feel a pull. Some sort of gut feeling that led you here to America?"  

Luc thought for a moment and calmly answered, "I suppose so. But around the world the 'American Dream' is still popular. This...gut feeling. I'm sure that is what had to do with it." 

The priest emptied his orange juice in a large gulp, "And once in America. Did you keep feeling something driving you ever towards this city in particular?" 

"Merde. Wanderlust and youth go hand in hand monsieur. What is your point? Do you expect me to believe that it was more than that?" Luc questioned in an exasperated tone. 

"I will make you an offer Luc. Cooperate with our organization just once and if you do not find anyone through this gut feeling as you put it. I will release you completely. But...if you do find one of the people we are searching for...I would ask that you stay as your services would be priceless," said the old priest. 

Luc stared off to a corner of the room. He was still slightly groggy even after the accommodating breakfast. His mind tried to sort out possible options. Luc stared through the steam from his coffee cup and gave no outward appearance of his interior struggles. 

"Oui. I will do this. But truly did I have a choice? No. Don't answer that. It was like a...merde...what is the word...rhetorical question? Yes that is what it was. I digress. I will attempt what you ask. Is there some sort of training you will be giving me for this?" exasperated, taking another drink. 

The priest held a thin smile, "No training, just gut feeling Luc. I will be back in a while. Now if you'll excuse me, some people are awaiting me at a meeting. I imagine no later than tomorrow I shall present you with your liaison." 

Before Luc could ask another question, the priest exited the room. Luc heard the sound of the lock being re-implemented. 

Liason? I guess I'm screwed now. Not that I had much choice, Luc thought. 

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In the church's office. 

A large oak desk sat in front of Aracely and her father. They sat in front of it in identical cream cushioned chairs. Aracely sat next to her father. Her legs were crossed in a ladylike fashion but they bounced impatiently. Her father gave her a look with one cocked eye brow. 

Even now as a member of the order he gives me looks like I'm twelve, she sighed silently. 

She did her best to shake off her impatience and sat still as they waited for their meeting to begin. 

After what felt like hours, an old priest finally walked into the room and her father stood to greet him. 

"Father MacAllen, so you are the archbishop here now eh?" her father asked the man. 

MacAllen smiled, "Yes Victor. Things change old friend. Please, please, sit down." The old priest gestured with his arms as he sat down himself behind the desk. 

"So you asked for this meeting. Here we are. Enlighten me as to why we are here," MacAllen said cordially. 

Victor, Aracely's father, gave her a stern look and then spoke, "My niña here has recently finished a mission for the order. I know that asking questions after a mission is...que dice, frowned upon. Pero she has some and I ask as a favor to an old friend that you can give her some answers." 

The old priest stroked his chin for a moment and thought. A slow smile graced his face once more and he nodded in agreement. Victor nodded to his daughter and gestured with his hand towards Father MacAllen. Aracely straightened up and sat on the edge of her chair. 

"First, gracias Padre. I do not know much about the history between the two of you and I would not ask for anything that either of you do not wish to give freely. Last night I finished my latest mission. It was a simple one. I was to track down a Frenchman by the name of Luc Montreau. Normally the order has used me in ways that could be considered...criminal. But I know that the end justifies the means. I'm sorry I'm rambling," Aracely said biting her lower lip. 

MacAllen leaned forward on his elbows, "Relax my dear. Your father and I are good friends indeed. Never-the-less. I do understand what you're asking. Your mission seemed trivial in comparison to the past ones." 

Aracely nodded, "Si Padre. I do not question the Order's decisions. I'm just confused and...I would like to know more about this man if possible." 

Her father looked back and forth between the two. He was worried that she may have asked a question that cannot be answered. 

Victor thought, True we are friends. But he knows my past and that I requested whatever work closest to retirement possible after my doings with the Montreaus. Dios ayudamos if he does answer her. 

The priest smiled and nodded, "Actually I think I may have answers to both. To your first question. You were assigned because of your mission completion to failure ratio. Now I don't want to give you a big head, but it has been a number of years for percentages like yours. As to the second part. Mr. Montreau is going to need a liaison. The work will probably be closer to your normal missions. I can think of no one better than you Miss Sanchez." 

Aracely turned to her father. He had sighed aloud once he figured out what was about to transpire. Her father's face held no sign of emotion though. Aracely turned back, "When do I start?" 

MacAllen smiled, "First thing tomorrow morning. Debrief with just you, secondary debrief including Mr. Montreau and then the two of you are off." 

Aracely nodded and accepted her father's hand as he led her from the room. Victor nodded a quick good bye to MacAllen and ushered his daughter out of the room and to the parking lot. 

I should have never asked for this meeting, Victor thought to himself as they climbed into his old jeep. 

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Back at Calvin's parents' house. 

Monday morning had arrived. Calvin laid in the bed of his old room staring at the ceiling. He knew today was the day he said he would go and 'meet' Riley. 

This is stupid. Why should I go? I don't even see the point now, he thought to himself. 

He rolled to his side and stared at the clock by his bed. The brass accents had the signs of age, green beginning to appear on the edges. 

11:32 A.M. Fuck it. I'm not going. It's not like she's gonna know that I bailed, he sighed inwardly. 

As he rolled to his back again, the door practically slammed open. His mother entered the room and started opening blinds. The light practically blinded Calvin since he had not even gotten out of bed. His mother continued picking things up and put them into a hamper and headed to his closet. The entire time the woman spoke nonstop. 

Moon why do you send crazed banshee women after me, thought Cal as he watched his mom. 

He tried to ignore her at first then he started picking up on things he didn't want to hear. He decided he should pay attention to her. 

"...anyways your dad said you could take the pickup. That way it looks like you have your own vehicle. Women pick up on things like that. If you showed up in my Tahoe well then she'd think you're just a momma's boy that lives at home," his mother said. 

Calvin sat up quickly, "Wait what? Women? What are you talking about?" 

His mother smiled, "Yeah I figured you were ignoring me at first. Today's Monday son." 

Calvin rubbed his temples, "I know what day it is ma. It doesn't matter though I changed my mind. I'm not going." 

His mother laid out another pearl snap shirt and some faded jeans on his bed. 

"I've always loved the way you and your dad look in these shirts. I bet she'll like it too," she said as she threw a pair of socks and some boxers onto the bed as well. 

Calvin's face had a mixture of a scowl with crazed confusion. 

"Did you not hear me? Ma...MA! I'm not going!" he exclaimed. 

She tossed a clean towel she had been carrying on her shoulder at him, "Yeah I figured you would back out. So I called myself. She's expecting you around two-ish. Fresh razor in the bathroom for you too by the way." 

Calvin watched his smiling mother leave the room laughing. 

That...that crazy old...SHE...FUCK, he screamed in his head. 

Calvin threw his covers off with a groan and grabbed the clothes. He stomped down the hallway to the bathroom to take a shower. He hoped that his annoyance would be shown by his stomping and slamming of the door. 

In the kitchen his father chuckled, "I guess you told him you called eh hon?" 

His mom smiled, "Yep. Laid him out some clothes too. Do...oh I dunno. Do you think we are being overtly pushy?" 

Roy pulled a cigarette out of his pack and headed to the front door. He stopped and said, "Maybe. But I've seen the way he talks about her. Asked him twice just to make sure I saw what I thought I saw. He needs us to be a little pushy." 

Calvin's dad walked outside to smoke. He turned back to look through the window as Mary started prepping the meal for lunch. He smiled watching his wife move about the kitchen. Calvin walked into the kitchen wearing the clothes his mother gave him but he had not shaved. He sat at the kitchen table we his arms crossed. His mother walked up and looked at him. She sighed aloud. 

"Why didn't you shave?" she asked in an annoyed tone. 

Calvin rolled his eyes, "Because I didn't feel like it. Look, against my better judgment, I'm going to go meet her. I put on the clothes that...my mom picked out for me. That kinda seems like some sort of description to my life at the moment." 

His mom just sighed and walked back to the stove. Calvin just continued to sit there waiting for lunch to be served. His father came in shortly before the meal was served. Conversation was sparse and Calvin swore his parents were playing footsy under the table. 

He gazed back and forth between them and saw the gentle smiles on their faces. Even four years after his disappearance, it's like they picked up right after their first date. A casual wink from his father to his mom. He watched his mom's eyes flit to the side in the direction of their room. 

Oh god...they're gonna do it...and I sound like I'm ten...ok fuck this, Calvin fretted to himself. 

Calvin stood up abruptly, "Ok...um I'm leaving. Soo...yeah...Dad? Mom? Moon's light!" 

His parents had reached hands across the table and he caught his mom licking her lips. Calvin left as quickly as he had stood. He wasted no time hopping into the old Chevy pickup and peeled out. 

Moon please let me forget about their flirting, he said inwardly. 

A few moments after Calvin's abrupt departure, Roy stood and growled softly. Mary gave him a come hither stare and twirled her hair with one finger. Though they had been married for close to thirty years, the flame of their love burned as bright as ever. 

Roy sauntered around the table to her. Each step he took screamed confidence and a feralness. He picked up Mary with one hand around her waist and the other supported her neck. 

Mary never broke her smoldering gaze as she instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist. She thought that he was going to carry him to their bedroom. She was in for a surprise. 

Roy held her to him and his eyes kept with her intense stare. A low growl of possession burbled in his throat. He lowered his head touching their foreheads together. 

"By the moon woman. Your eyes would tease a demon to insanity," he breathed huskily. 

Mary kept her gaze brazen and her mouth curled into a sultry smile. She raised her arms from his shoulders and lightly dug her fingernails into his thick long hair. 

Roy groaned and closed his eyes. He could not keep up the staring game any longer. His lips rushed to meet hers and found them opened slightly. His tongue surged forward to explore her mouth. He loved the feeling of heat mixed with the taste of sweetness in their kiss. 

Their breathing became heavier just from the kiss. Mary pulled herself closer to him and met his ferocity with a passion. Her hands slithered down his back and found the hem of his shirt. She tugged it free from the waistband of his pants and began to fumble it over his head. 

Roy held her with one hand by her waist and used the other to clear the table loudly of its contents. She sat looking up at him with hungry eyes. 

"Damn you woman...you hold my very soul in your gaze," he breathed with anticipation. 

He ripped his shirt off and threw it to the side and grabbed her shirt ripping it open from the front. Her gaze followed his head as he swooped down to nibble at her throat. Her breath left her in a deep throated sigh. 

Roy nibbled and kissed from her neck down to her cleavage. With his teeth he ripped her bra open. His knuckles turned white as he squeezed his wife's ass with a raw fury of lust. His mouth found her nipple finally. He swirled the chocolate delicacy with his tongue. Hearing a slight squeak from Mary he captured the other dusky nipple in his mouth biting hard. 

Mary cried out loudly, "OH YES! Too long...too long..." she finished in a whimper. 

Her fingers began carving grooves into his muscled back. She groaned demanding more. 

Roy stood up from her. His eyes had a slight amber glow to them. His hands went to his waist band to pull his belt out. Mary tempted his inner demon with her lust filled stare again. 

Mary was still captivated by his body. Even after all the years, his body was thick and muscled. She could see his anticipation rippling in the thick cords of muscle that were his thighs. 

Roy kicked his pants off and moved slowly forward with his member as hard as steel. His hand went down and pulled her pants down and he pulled her to him. His mouth met hers again in a hungering way as his dick rubbed above her belly button. 

"Take me Roy. Take me now," she whispered in his ear. 

He turned her around swiftly and bent her over the edge of the table. His fingers roughly teased her sex through her panties. He brought his moistened finger tips to his lips and suckled them. The smell of her desire mixed with its sublime taste on his tongue was too much. 

Mary waited with her breath heavy. She wiggled her butt out of impatience and was rewarded. 

Roy grabbed her panties and ripped them aside and off. He grabbed her by her waist and used a thumb to spread her cheeks slightly. The tip of his cock glistened with a heavy coating of his precum. With a low growl he pushed in slowly but firmly without stopping. 

Mary groaned at the steady intrusion into her womanhood. She felt the dull thud of his member bottoming in her. Her eyes rolled back and her arms stretched out on the table. She basked in the combined heat of their joined sexes. 

"...too goddamn long," she whimpered again. 

He began thrusting slowly and moved his hands from her hips up her back. He caressed her back and rubbed lovingly as he pumped her slowly. He felt the beast inside wanting more. It howled and wanted to lay their claim to her once again. 

"Far too long my love," rumbled Roy. 

Mary enjoyed the slow loving way he touched her body. Though not a werewolf, she had her own sort of demon inside. It was an emotion of pure lust that she had never felt before meeting Roy all those years ago. That lust needed more than tender love. 

"FUCK ME ROY!" she exclaimed. 

Her demand reached the ears of the beast inside him. The slight amber glow returned to Roy's eyes. He put his hands on her shoulders and pulled out to the tip. He waivered there for a moment. 

"Please...please please PLEASE," she begged him. 

Roy moved his hips almost inhumanly fast and slammed balls deep into her. He paid no attention to her cries of ecstasy and continued his assault. His grip on her shoulders tightened with each thrust. The sound of meat hitting meat resonated through the kitchen. Mary's shrill cries of happiness were barely heard by him. The beast and he were one then. They wanted only one thing. 

Mary got her wish and was being pounded as hard as she could remember. Her orgasm came like a storm. It washed over her body sending tingling sensations and warmth throughout. Tears came to her eyes from the sense of jubilation. Her body writhed beneath her lover as the orgasm became waves. 

Roy pummeled her womanhood with reckless abandon. He saw her head thrown back in a throe of ecstasy. He continued and leaned forward. As he leaned down his arms went around her body as he lifted her slightly from the table never breaking his onslaught on her pussy. He felt it building in the pit of his balls. His dick throbbed intensely and swelled to its limits. As his first spurts rocketed from the tip of his dick he bit down on her shoulder. His roar of ownership muffled by her flesh. 




The Pet Wolf Ch. 06



When he came; he had lifted her completely off the table and held her pumping his last few times. He carried her, still with his dick inside, to the living room and laid them both on the couch. Their breathing was ragged and loud. 

"So...damn...good...never...leave...again..." gasped Mary. 

"Never...again," Roy breathlessly to her.