Watching In Wolvan Clothing
Brock never heard the end of it from his brothers. Being the youngest child of five his older brother set the family standard, they followed their father way. Becoming great paladins with a quest for big adventures. But alas Brock was not a big warrior as his brothers were. He followed the ways of heart and nature and became a druid.
So he grew up being the butt of all his brother´s joke, being kicked out of his family´s home, and having his father turn his back. With his family turned his back he walked alone to another land and another town where he built a new home and followed his dream.
Brock lived happily alone but every once in a while he visit the nearby village. It was one of those visits he saw her. The Elvin princess, her beauty was that of legends, her smile would make a man kill, and her eyes could make any man rise. But, alas, it was well know that no mortal men could come close to her for her father would kill him on site.
Brock made it a point to come down to the town once every Tuesday and watch the princess shop and socialize with the other ladies in waiting. He returns home every time thinking about how wonderful it would be to ask out for just once dance. Even if he only lived to dance till the end of the song. But even that dream feel into reality when deep in his heart he knew the beautiful Elvin princess could never love a human druid like him.
Over time Brock continue to learn and study and before long he found the secret that druids hide away from mere folk. The secret of shedding the clothes of man and putting on the dressing of brother wolf. At first he used his powers to change to wolf was to hunt for food and explore splendid beauty of the land.
Then it dawned on him, how silent he was a wolf, how he could blend in with the surroundings. With that he started to follow the fair maiden. Watching her intently, hiding in the shadows, he became her silent protector. He watched her, wishing he could get closer to press her sweet bosom against his chest.
His fascination with her became his obsession. Until it became his daily routine for he routinely repeated the same routine of casting his rite, shedding his clothing, watching the princess as a wolf, and then return to his clothing to become a man again each and every day.
Day turns to weeks, weeks turn to months, during that time all he can think of was her and how her she would be the perfect being for him. But even though he dreamed he couldn´t make them reality. The harsh reality only allowed him to sit and watch her from a distance never allowing him to reveal his tender self.
And then one day it started like the others. He shed his clothing to become the wolf and ran to where she usually is. But alas she was not there. He waited and waited until he was sure she wasn´t going to be there. So with his head down and his tail he loped back to the spot of the ritual, where his clothing was cleverly hidden.
But today was different in more way than one, his clothes were missing.
In panic he looked and sniffed the ground. Only his sent he could find. He started to run around trying to find who or what taken his precious gate back to human kind. But nothing he found nothing. He started to get nervous and then a bolt of brilliant light blew in front of him quickly covers his body in its brilliance and the world fell black.
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Brock awaken in the darkness pain seeping through his closed eyelids. He felt his own tail and straps connecting his arms and tail together. He opens his glowing red eyes to the unforgiving darkness. The pain ripples through his body and he lets out a whimper through his tied up muzzle. He press and rocks forwarding being stopped by the constraints. For what seems to be eternity he works his body against the restraints that bind him. And his efforts were for vain as he whimpers silent alone in the darkness. All the time remembering the princess and what he did to try to get even a glimpse of her.
A flame broke the darkness and his eyes lit up. A torch bearing hooded figure carried the darkness-breaking torch into the dungeon. Silently the figure looks at him and looks at the wolf. “For spying on the princess you will be punished.” The figure reaches underneath its robes and pulls out his clothing. Brock eyes widen and he struggles as the figure drops the clothing out of his reach. Brock in shock gasps and watches the figure drop the torch on the clothing, quickly bursting them into flames. He tries to scream as he feels his groin tingle, his paws stiffen, and his fur blacken as his form became the wolf forever.
The figure picked out the torch out of the burning clothes and then turned to Brock sobbing in fear and pain. “And now what to do with my wolf here”
The figure paced, “I could slaughter a few cows and placed your bloody sleeping body next to their corpses and let the farmers take care of you. They would most likely skin you alive or let their dogs rip you to shreds”
He looked frighten, as he watches his punisher walked across the room. “Or I could help you truly turn into a wolf. And let you be my pet. Being grateful for the table scraps I feed it. Though”, a foot peeks out from underneath the cloth brushing an unwanted touch against Brock private parts. “These would happen to go. We don´t our pet humping the visitors or pissing on the rug now would he.”
Brock struggles and tries in vein looking at the hooded face with his pleading eyes.
“Or,” The robed accuser sits down, ”The last most vile choice… I could tell the story. A few months back I notice a visitor to our fair city. Not the manly men of the town but someone who was different. Someone who was afraid to even speak to me but he looked so caring. So each week I would go to town and look I knew my father couldn´t let me have him but I still wished. For some one simple and plain man that would be always by my side, that could care for me and my people.”
Brock looked confused at her accuser, wondering who this could be. The only person that that matched… Before his thought was even finished the voice started again.
“Then one day the man didn´t come and that was I notice a wolf. A wolf who seem to follow my moves growing more intent to watch me every day. Every day I watched the wolf as he watched me. I just marveled at the beauty and strength of this perfect specimen. And almost each night I sit in bed wondering what it would be like to have my lupine visitor lick my warm bosom and brush my virgin flower with his cold nose. Last week I had a dream. I dreamed the man from the village gave the wolf his soul. So I could have the man of my dreams, in the body of the most beautiful beast.”
She lowers her hood and slips off the robe letting her godlike beauty escapes and flow into the eyes of her wolf. “Last night I tracked you down and saw it wasn´t a dream it was real.”
Brock lusty lupine mind couldn´t help itself and let his bone grow out of his sheath.
The princess smiles and looks upon his feral eyes and rubs her hand against his soft fur, “And now I have the perfect protector and lover.”
She kneels and turns letting him have a view that no man will ever see. “Will you take me, all helpless and tied up. To be my protector and my lover?”
Brock groaned and let his instincts take hold. With the little movement he could do he takes his princess for the first time and not the last.
For that moment they mated and the princess let her beautiful wolf free. But Brock stayed never letting her out of his sight. And from that day forth he watched from the shadows till she became Queen where he elevated him as her beastly King where he can protect and love her and her kingdom until their days were ended. But even in the after they ruled the heavens for all eternity.
The End
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