The Secret of Lou Garou
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My kin and I have lived in these hills and woods since before the first humans came wandering down from the north. We watched over those new tribes, protecting them from the dangers they were unprepared for and, in return, taking a few for our playthings. During those first millennia, we were treated as gods, protective spirits and our chosen were seen as blessed. We gave power to those who accepted us; one drop of our blood briefly bestowed the power of transformation and those who learned of our secret we brought into our pack.
Then came the humans from over the water and they built rigid structures upon the land, bringing their order to our wilderness and chasing out our old gods with their new one. So, we retreated into the darkness, into tales told by fire's light and found ourselves castigated; tarnished with their mythos, with their notion of evil and cast as horrific monsters.
Some of my kin left to find new grounds, some passed away in futile battles as they tried to protect their peoples from the newcomers, but I remained. Over the centuries I lived in their cities hiding in plain sight; maintaining my true form rather than assuming a human one, for what is one more canid in a cities full of stray dogs even if that canid is essentially immortal?
While I still took the occasional chosen as circumstances permitted, it was always with all due caution, pursuing only those already on the edges of society. To do otherwise was to risk exposure and possible extermination. Only recently have disbelief and skepticism eliminated the possibility that one such as I could truly exist from the human consciousness and have allowed me to be somewhat more forward in pursuing that most pleasant indulgence.
While it is sad that my kind have passed into the realm of myth and legend, a mere fantasy used to thrill and frighten the young, there are some advantages to this modern world. No longer are my chosen pursued as heretics, now they are viewed as merely indulging an odd fetish; a far cry from being seen as blessed I grant you, but still far better than the heretic's fate. I will also note that the modern passion for cleanliness makes these modern humans far more attractive than their primitive ancestors; sweet smells and clean pure tastes are worth losing one's divinity.
My current chosen believe me to be an ordinary stray that had taken to begging for scraps at their door and, at the little female's insistence, had opened their home to me. The taller female believed that having a dog would offer them some protection - a wise thought as these two were living in a somewhat less than reputable location - and provide her daughter with the opportunity to learn some responsibility. In actuality, I had chosen these two because they presented a rare opportunity; two females with no males to contend with living in an isolated cul-de-sac in a neighborhood known for minding its own business was a situation ripe with possibilities. A few days of play acting bought me a welcoming home.
For the first few days, I played the willing household pet but when night fell and the house slept, I did more than merely guard the house. During those hours after midnight when the sleeper is in their deepest slumber, I entered their minds and walked among their dreams - merely a passive observer at first - learning their secrets, their desires, their fantasies. There would be plenty of time later to guide and mold these thoughts to align with my own needs.
The little female had seen 12 summers and was a product of a youthful indiscretion on the part of the taller during her 16th year; her first and only sexual experience. They had names, but I pay little attention to the sounds humans use to identify themselves as they have little nuance or true meaning. These name sounds lack any sense of rank, of pack, of relationship or belonging. My kin and I carry many names, individual names that declare who leads who, who follows who, who is our mate and names that declare “We are pack, We own this territory, and These are our allies.” Both conformed to the current human definition of beauty; lithe bodies, blond hair, smooth skin, blue eyes - the girl had yet to develop much in the way of breasts, but the mother's were large for her frame yet firm enough to stand proudly off her chest without the need for artificial support. Other than the long manes of hair that cascaded from their scalps, their bodies were hairless - the girl being prepubescent and the mother being adept with a razor.
There was a deep love between the two, a powerful bond that felt like something more than just the link between mother and daughter. Innocence still colored their fantasies; the mother may have had a slightly more knowledge about the mechanics of the act, but both dreamed of being carried off to a romantic interlude that inevitable conclude by with them being swept away in orgasmic delight (the little girl may have only been 12, but it appeared that she was just as an accomplished masturbatrix as her mother and no stranger to la petite mort). Much to my delight, there was little form to their dream lovers, no fixed fascination on a specific person, just an androgynous figure bringing them great pleasure.
I began to recast their dreams slowly, carefully - at first it was to merely increase the frequency of their erotic dreams. Once their nights were filled with nothing but the erotic, leaving both waking in the throws of orgasm with their own juices running from their cunts and soaking their sheets, I began to replace their dream lover - some nights I would take the role, alternating between my true and human forms, and some, most, nights they would dream of the other; mother with daughter, daughter with mother. Finally, I brought their dreams into synchrony - each dreaming exactly the same dream as the other.
Slowly, oh so slowly, did changes creep into their lives. They were subtle at first, a touch that lingered a bit longer, a kiss that was just the other side of chaste, sleeping in the nude, but like the little streams that soon become a raging river, mother and daughter slowly became lovers. It was marvelous to watch, fingers caressing, lips sucking, tongues licking culminating in the sweet music of female voices raised in orgasm. Eventually, the mother introduced dildos and vibrators to her daughter and what had been gentle love-making and bond building became hedonistic fucking, pleasure for pleasure's sake. Either was just as likely to be the initiator as the other and household nudity became the norm.
I was surprised to see that it was the girl who first donned a strap-on and began to fuck her mother with it - granted, I was lying on the floor by their bed at the time, but from my vantage point I could see nothing to indicate that this act was directed or instigated by the mother. Some instinct must have driven the child to this and I found it quite erotic to see the mother on her hands and knees, her daughter practically standing behind her driving a large rubber cock in and out of her cunt. The fact that the girl had to drawn the strap-on's harness down so tight that the strap ends hung to her knees in order to fit around the her small boyish ass seemed to add to the scene's sensuousness. It was time for me to join them in their play.
I walked though their dreams again, bringing with me dreams of myself as their lover. Their nights would see me in the role of lover, would have them using their sapphic skills as a means of drawing me to their bed, and would teach their bodies that I was to be the sole source of their ultimate release. Upon waking, these dreams left them aroused but unsatisfied unable to reach orgasm until hours after waking; each day it took longer and longer before they were able to find satisfaction until a time came when they were forced to fall asleep aching for release.
I let this situation continue for a few nights before I deemed it right to join them in their beds. I chose to begin with the mother, slipping into her bed in human form just before dawn, when her dreams had left her aroused and teetering on that knife edge between sleep and consciousness. It took little coaxing to spread those slim, long legs open and I paused for a moment to taste her glistening cunt. Even half awake, she began to moan in pleasure, arching her back in order to better present her pussy for my oral attentions. I spent a few moments enjoying the flavor of her juices and the pleasant quiet cries that came from her throat each time my tongue passed over her clit before mounting her.
My cock slipped easily into her hot, tight cunt, bottoming out against her cervix before its entire length had entered her. The sudden invasion of her body brought her fully awake, a scream of pleasure erupting from her lips as an the orgasm she had been wanting for a week tore through her body. As her eyes focused on me, her mind recognized me as the lover she had been waiting for and she wrapped her arms and legs around me trying to draw me further into her body. Thus encouraged, I began to slowly thrust into her, picking up speed as we found a joint rhythm - her body in an almost continuous orgasm. My own release seemed to flood her cunt with my cum and triggered her final orgasm, leaving her unconscious, glistening in sweat with a stream of my cum dripping from her pussy. As I left her bed, I shifted back to my true form and padded out of the mother's bedroom, leaving behind the distinctive scents of sex and sated female, amazed that the sounds of our fucking had not awakened the little girl.
As I checked on the girl, it became apparent why my fucking her mother had not awakened her. She was in the throws of a particularly erotic dream, her hips thrusting back against an invisible lover, her juices visibly coating her thighs and the scent of her arousal filling the air. The opportunity was too enticing to pass by, so I shifted back into my human form and walked over to her bed, my dick growing erect in response to the sight of the girl's attempts to please the lover in her dreams. I slowly slid her hips to the edge of the bed, stepping between her legs and pushing my cock into her diminutive cunt. Her dreams had left her cunt hot and slick and it took little effort to thrust into her. Her transformation from virgin to woman was marked only by pleasure as her mother had already breached her maidenhead with a dildo at some point during their sapphic play.
Like her mother, she came awake during our fucking and became a full, willing participant having come to love and worship me during her dreams. Unlike her mother, she did not cum as I entered her, but it only took a few strokes to bring her to orgasm. Having just finished with her mother, I knew that my own release would be some time in coming. So, after my fucking her pussy had brought her to a second climax, I pulled out of her tight cunt and, laying down beside her, I took her head in my hands and guided her mouth to my cock. With little kitten-like licks, she cleaned both her and her mother's juices from my dick before she opened her mouth and tried to swallow the entirety of my cock. Her success was precluded by its size, so she merely wrapped her lips around its head and explored its tip with her tongue while her hands pumped up and down along its shaft. When her oral ministrations began to bring me to climax, I pulled her mouth from my cock and, stroking my dick brought myself to climax, decorating her face and chest with my cum. As her dreams had trained her, the touch of my cum brought on her own orgasm and I was treated to the delightful song of a woman lost in pleasure as I lay back down on the bed. Once my young lover had fallen back to sleep I rose from the bed and dropped to the floor once again in my true form to sleep at the foot of her bed.
For the next few weeks, the two females kept sleeping in separate beds and I visited each in turn during the morning's early hours. Over time, they became adept lovers and their bodies adapted to my cock, allowing me to enjoy the pleasure of sheathing my full length in their pussies or sliding it down their throats. Knowing that their desire for each other would override their desire to experience my fucking alone, I made a point of always shifting into human form before entering either bedroom. So when, at last, I walked into the mother's bedroom to find them wrapped together in an intense 69 it was a simple matter to join them in their play.
As the girl was lying over her mother, I merely lifted her from her mother's mouth and placed her on her knees as I slide my cock into her cunt. As I began to fuck her slowly, her mother lifted her head slightly and began to lick us both, her tongue moving over both my shaft and her daughter's clit. Soon we had the little girl shaking in ecstasy as her orgasm coursed through her body. I pulled my cock from her cunt and slid it into her mother's waiting mouth, taking pleasure in feeling those slight constrictions as she fought back her gag reflex as my cock thrust into her throat. I fucked the mother's mouth and throat until I felt my climax approaching. I pulled out and let my cum splatter across the girl's back and ass; leaving it to eventually drip down upon the older female's face. For the moment, I was sated, so I laid down on the bed and watched as the daughter's oral ministrations brought her mother to orgasm.
This delightful vignette served to revive my erection and brought a memory of their early fucking to mind, so I asked the girl to wear the strap on and to fuck her mother doggy style. Since the older female was still shuddering in orgasm, I helped her on to her hands and knees before letting the daughter guide her rubber cock into the mother's spasming cunt. The girl began to leisurely fuck her mother as I slid around behind her. Spreading her ass checks apart, I thrust my hard dick into the child's asshole. The child cried out as the pain of my invasion momentarily overcame the pleasure derived from fucking her mother. I reached around the child and grabbed the mother's hips, effectively pinning the girl between us.
I waited until the girl's pain subsided before starting to fuck her ass, and through her, to fuck her mother. The girl's ass gripped my cock so tightly it was like wearing a living cock ring, delaying my orgasm long enough for me to drive both females to multiple orgasms. By the time her ass relaxed enough for me to cum, both females had cum so many times their bodies were sweat-soaked and their minds teetered on the verge of pleasure-induced unconsciousness. My final thrusts into the mother by way of her daughter were sufficient to push the older female over the edge; the daughter followed a short time later, her final orgasm triggered as my own release filled her bowels with my cum. With dawn approaching, I left them there, unconscious, with the daughter collapsed over the mother's back, the two females still joined by the daughter's ill-fitting strap on.
It took a few days before the girl's ass was sufficiently recovered from my initial attentions to be ready to be fucked again. This time, the older female wore the strap on while the younger rode her cowboy style. As I pushed into her ass, I used my body to pin her down onto her mother and set about to coordinate my thrusts with those of the older female. As we sawed in and out of her body, the girl began to wail as an orgasm quickly overtook her. Frustratingly, the girl went limp, forcing me to pull out of her before I was even close to my release. I lifted her off her mother, turned the older female over and pulled the older female onto all fours. The mother's head snapped up as I forcefully pushed my cock into her ass and began to fuck her.
This was no relaxed fuck, this was raw, animalistic fucking. Having been denied the pleasure of taking the girl through multiple orgasms, of feeling that small body in a continuous spasm around my cock, of that luxurious heat driving me to my release, I was now focused on achieving only my own release, of using this female as a merely a means to an end, a convenient receptacle for my cum. I took the older female fast and bruisingly hard, quickly reaching climax and spraying my cum deep into her bowels. Had her body not be trained to orgasm at the touch of my cum, she would have been left aching for release. I pulled from her ass abruptly and left the room, shifting into my true form once I was well out of sight. Frustration had let my more primitive urges rise to the surface, so I ran out into what remained of the night looking: looking for a receptive bitch to further vent my frustrations on, looking for something to hunt, looking for something to rend, looking to rejoice in the excesses when claw, tooth, and lust rule. I left behind me a pair of females confused and concerned by their dream lover's drastic change.
Having sated my various lusts and feeling the weight of civilized, rational behavior upon me once again, my thoughts returned to my pair of human lovers. I considered leaving them to their own devices, but if they were sufficiently observant, my actions should be sufficient for them to guess my secret and if that happened, did I really want to leave a pair of changelings on their own? Yet the responsibility to care for and educate a pair of new pack members - even if they would be extraordinarily beautiful bitches - weighed on me. In the end I felt honor bound to let them know that their dream lover had not abandoned them, to provide them with one last joyous fucking. And if they were unaware of my secret I would walk through their dreams one last time in order to banish their memories of our time together to the realms of fantasy and imagination. Not wishing any permanent harm on my playmates, I decided that the possibility of having to care for a new pair of pack mates was a small price to pay for the pleasures they had provided. So, a few days later, I found myself in my true form scratching on their backdoor.
The little girl opened the door and, upon seeing me, emitted a squeal of delight that seem to reach octaves outside of even my range of hearing. She knelt down before me and threw her arms around my neck. Nuzzling her face into my fur, she exclaimed "you did come back." Once this exuberant greeting had concluded, she stood and held the door open as I trotted into the house. It was apparent that little had changed in the days I had been gone: the scent of sex and the musk of girl cum were the primary scents in the air. The only male scents present were my own, yet an odd, faint, unfamiliar scent tinted the entire atmosphere. Given that the mother's scent was missing from the air it was obvious that the girl was alone in the house. Add to that the strong scent of sex, the familiar glistening decorating her inner thighs, and the fact that she was wearing nothing more that a nightshirt, it was apparent that my arrival had interrupted the little minx's self-pleasuring and, my welcome home aside, she appeared eager to return to it.
She made her way into the living room and sat down on the couch picking up a rather oversize vibrator in the process, a device that still gleamed with her juices and one that she quickly introduced back into her cunt. As she worked that vibrator in and out of her pussy, her hips slipped toward the edge of the couch cushion, sliding her nightshirt up her body exposing her cunt and ass to the cool air of the room, releasing more of that unfamiliar, attractive scent. It was that scent as much as it was my desire to join in her play that drew me to her, it was that scent that told me she would be receptive to my true form. It was that scent that called to me, inviting me to taste her, to breath in those delightful scents that defined her. I walked up to her, inserting my body between her legs and began to lick at the juices that flowed over the top of the vibrator. As I lapped at her clit, she began to fuck herself faster, driving herself to orgasm in short order.
Acting on instinct rather than by conscious thought, I moved out from between her legs and watched the girl slide off the couch. She moved as if in a trance as she gathered herself together and rising up on her hands and knees, she turned, presenting herself to me. That was all the encouragement I needed and I mounted her without further hesitation. She arched her back as my cock slide into her and my weight settled on to her. As I fucked her, I felt my knot slip into her - this was not simply a matter of her cunt being relaxed and slick enough to accept my additional girth, this was as if I was engaging in the true knotting - it was as if I was fucking one of the Kin. Then it dawned on me: she had guessed the secret. It wasn't as if I were fucking kin, I was fucking Kin or at least I was fucking a soon-to-be-Kin - that unfamiliar scent, that scent of almost kin, of a changeling, should have alerted me but I was too focused on returning to our play to notice. We completed our tie and continued to fuck for what seemed like hours, our pleasure rising and falling in cycles. Our pleasure building in tandem, our orgasms feeding off the other's; I filled her with my cum countless times and when I finally pulled from her, our frenetic fucking concluded, a torrent of my cum poured from her cunt.
It was dusk when the mother returned, bringing with her that same wonderful, intoxicating scent that emanated from the girl. She began disrobing almost as soon as she saw me, pausing only to close and lock the door. Her clothes fell away from her body as she walked towards me. She fell onto all fours a few strides in front of me and, like her daughter, turned to present her glistening pussy to me. As I had done with her daughter, I mounted her but this time I knew I could fuck her with the hedonistic abandon that was the hallmark of the Kin's fucking. The mother and I tied at my first thrust and waves of indescribable pleasure were soon washing over us and upon the conclusion of our fucking, my cum streamed freely from the female's gaping cunt.
We stayed in the house for a bit more than a year as the older female set about concluding the her human affairs and, with my direction, made the necessary preparations that would allow the two females to fade from human society without notice. My time was spent teaching my new pack mates the skills and laws of the Kin, giving them their proper names, and leading them through their first orgy of claw and tooth and lust. When it came time to finally leave their human lives, the females walked from their house in their true shape and never looked back. They left as loyal Betas following their Alpha out into the night and into obscurity. They left as proud bitches, their bellies filled with my pups, ready to start a new pack.
