The Normal Life
By Didi
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters that are recognizable and I certainly don't own the show. Don't sue me cause all you're going to get is lent, and not much of that either.
Summery: Life is hard enough as a teen without in the problems of being wolf. Sequel to "Eyes of Brown... or is it Green," kind of.
Rating: R for restricted under 17.
Note: Okay, this is the payoff. I can't say that I'm all together satisfied with the result but I think it works. Sorry for those of you that may be disappointed with it. But keeping with the spirit of the ratings (note the rated R just above, there will be no gratuitous descriptions, I least none that I am aware of) I've kept it pretty tamed - no pun intended there. So, I hope everyone enjoys the story.
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-Luke's POV-
I shucked off my clothes as quickly as I could, instinctively noting where I left them so I can come back to retrieve them in the future. One too many lectures from my mother about the amount of clothes I lose in the woods. It's not that I can't find it but usually what I leave overnight in the woods become pretty weather beaten by the time I do find it if I don't take extra care to note where I had left it. Plus flipping in your clothes really makes a huge mess, not to mention all time you need to take to get untangled from everything.
The night opened up to me. Morphing, I am again stuck at how beautiful the world is from the wolven eyes. I always feel so much more alive when I'm on all fours. It's like breaking into a run after walking all your life. You feel like every molecule in your body jumps into full chorus of excitement as you go from human to something more.
It was a beautiful night, full moon and the weight lifted from my shoulders as I take in a lung full of the scent of night. And with the light breeze exactly the way I like, carrying with it a scent that was as tantalizing as any exotic spice from the middle east, I race toward my destiny.
Honeysuckles. She was wearing something that had honeysuckles mixed into it. It was light, blending well with her own unique scent that tease my senses as I follow it through the dark forest. She was running scared; I can taste it in her delightful fragrance.
The first time is never easy, especially as you get older. Sixteen, nearing seventeen now, she was on the boarder threshold point. Few people make it through their first time once they reached seventeen. A shudder of fear races through me. What if she didn't make it?
No, I was not going to think like that. Of course Sophia is going to make it through all right. She was special, strong and fragile all at the same time. Plus, she now have the added bonus of being the only child of the Alpha.
Oh man, I want to chuckle, if I was still in human form that is, just remembering the sight of Tyler Creed's face as the vote was read the second time. The arrogant bastard! Thank god Ruby wised up and not marry the creep, just thinking of having to see that smug face every day was enough to make me hurl.
The scent was getting stronger, Sophia stopped against the oak tree for a moment, leaning against it for support. One of her white sandals, straps broken, was discarded on a stump. She must have run out of breath. I can almost taste her now.
Even better than Tyler Creed's expression during the vote, was what happened afterward. Oh man, my sister must have had balls of steel to stand in front of the pack and announce her marriage to Kanin the way she did. The sheriff throwing his support for her wasn't surprising, given his history. I probably would have burst out laughing had mom not elbowed me hard enough to make me choke instead. Creed looked like he just swallowed a bucket of nails.
The attack wasn't unexpected, it was probably anticipated. Creed's little lackeys may have thought they were being smart when they snuck out, but it was like trying to move a herd of elephant on ice. Donner's command made it possible for me to see why the pack chose him.
I was definitely getting closer to Sophia, the air was thick with her essence and the taste of river water. She couldn't have passed through this part more than five minutes ago. There was definitely distinctively different about her scent now, there was something almost... dangerous about it.
Two minutes later, I was upon her. She curled in fetal position, wedged between a rock and the upturned roots of a giant redwood tree. Her hands were tucked tightly against her bent legs and stomach.
*Sophia?*
She looked up, her eyes glowing eerily in the pale moonlight. The smell of fear assaulted my keen senses like a brick wall. Her tears streaked her mud caked faced. She must have slipped and fallen at some point for her dress her ripped and stained in all the right places. Her feet were bare and scratched, having lost her sandals some time now.
There was something else, something I didn't even notice as I got closer to her, my nose tucked down so not to frighten her. Her feet, they were no longer clumsily flat like a human. They were arched a lot more with tiny sharp nails protruding from her toes.
"Luke?" Her voice was raw; whether it was from crying or from her vocal cords receding, I wasn't sure.
*I'm right here, Sophia.* I moved forward, taking in her altered scent. It was definitely different now but so distinguishably hers. *Don't fight it, just let yourself go.*
"I can't," her whispered fear was accompanied with a shudder of pain. She moaned as I felt her bones give and shift inside her body. "It hurts."
*It always does the first time.* I nuzzled the side of her face with my muzzle.
Sophia reached out to stroke my fur and I saw that her hands were beginning to change as well. Palms curled inward, fingers receding a bit, claws beginning to emerge... but she was changing too slowly. Her face was still completely human, without any sign of change with the exception of her tawny eyes.
A slow flip could mean a slow agonizing death, especially without the benefits of last rites. And I certainly cannot see Sophia's father willing to administer the last rites of the clan. Something needed to be down to speed up the change. She needed help making the transition, and she needed it fast.
This was the only time I've ever been grateful for the long boring lectures from Sherman Blackstone. If nothing else, the man was an expert of everything about the pack.
The shift back from wolf to human took shorter time than it did to transform from human to wolf. No one really understood why, but there it was. About a minute and a half later, I was lying naked as a jaybird next to her. Am I excited; you bet your last nickel that I was.
She watched me with unabashed curiosity tinged with fear. Normally, I'd probably be making some sly comment about sex and virgins but this is a lot more serious. She didn't move, just lay there, in pain and in fear, watching me.
I reached out with human fingers, lightly touching her smooth satin like skin. She had the clearest complexion I've ever had the pleasure of seeing, feeling. She shivered lightly at my touch. It was like touching electricity, the jolt makes me want to throw my head back and howl at the moon.
"Luke," she whispered against the palm of my hand, her breath warm against my skin. "I feel so strange. Like my entire body has come alive with... with something."
"I know," I wanted her to know it all, to show her what being one of us really was. She smelled good; so very good. She tasted good too, sweet and innocent with a touch of hunger and anxiousness. Standing between the planes of two worlds, I wonder if she realized how amazing she was. I haven't felt this way since... since my first time.
My father once described the metamorphosis as a rebirth, coming into the world afresh with innocence of the harms humans have inflicted upon it. That our first breath with nature was like a baby's first lung full of oxygen, both painful and perfect. I believed that.
Watching Sophia feel the wonders of her change, I believed it again.
I touched her with my hands, brushing against the soft newly formed fur, shadowed by the rock and oak. I taste her lips with my own, as fangs emerge from her slightly elongated jaw. I run my human legs against her thigh, feeling the muscles bunch and form. I nudge her side with my transforming paw, careful to feel for the changes as her body contorts. I lick her cold wet nose, letting her run her long sensitive tongue against my muzzle learning the taste of me. I make her mine in the most primitive way.
And felt my world shatter into blissful oblivions.
TBC...
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A little feed back on what you thought of the chapter would be nice.
By Didi
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters that are recognizable and I certainly don't own the show. Don't sue me cause all you're going to get is lent, and not much of that either.
Summery: Life is hard enough as a teen without in the problems of being wolf. Sequel to "Eyes of Brown... or is it Green," kind of.
Rating: R for restricted under 17.
Note: Okay, this is the payoff. I can't say that I'm all together satisfied with the result but I think it works. Sorry for those of you that may be disappointed with it. But keeping with the spirit of the ratings (note the rated R just above, there will be no gratuitous descriptions, I least none that I am aware of) I've kept it pretty tamed - no pun intended there. So, I hope everyone enjoys the story.
~~~~~~~~~~
-Luke's POV-
I shucked off my clothes as quickly as I could, instinctively noting where I left them so I can come back to retrieve them in the future. One too many lectures from my mother about the amount of clothes I lose in the woods. It's not that I can't find it but usually what I leave overnight in the woods become pretty weather beaten by the time I do find it if I don't take extra care to note where I had left it. Plus flipping in your clothes really makes a huge mess, not to mention all time you need to take to get untangled from everything.
The night opened up to me. Morphing, I am again stuck at how beautiful the world is from the wolven eyes. I always feel so much more alive when I'm on all fours. It's like breaking into a run after walking all your life. You feel like every molecule in your body jumps into full chorus of excitement as you go from human to something more.
It was a beautiful night, full moon and the weight lifted from my shoulders as I take in a lung full of the scent of night. And with the light breeze exactly the way I like, carrying with it a scent that was as tantalizing as any exotic spice from the middle east, I race toward my destiny.
Honeysuckles. She was wearing something that had honeysuckles mixed into it. It was light, blending well with her own unique scent that tease my senses as I follow it through the dark forest. She was running scared; I can taste it in her delightful fragrance.
The first time is never easy, especially as you get older. Sixteen, nearing seventeen now, she was on the boarder threshold point. Few people make it through their first time once they reached seventeen. A shudder of fear races through me. What if she didn't make it?
No, I was not going to think like that. Of course Sophia is going to make it through all right. She was special, strong and fragile all at the same time. Plus, she now have the added bonus of being the only child of the Alpha.
Oh man, I want to chuckle, if I was still in human form that is, just remembering the sight of Tyler Creed's face as the vote was read the second time. The arrogant bastard! Thank god Ruby wised up and not marry the creep, just thinking of having to see that smug face every day was enough to make me hurl.
The scent was getting stronger, Sophia stopped against the oak tree for a moment, leaning against it for support. One of her white sandals, straps broken, was discarded on a stump. She must have run out of breath. I can almost taste her now.
Even better than Tyler Creed's expression during the vote, was what happened afterward. Oh man, my sister must have had balls of steel to stand in front of the pack and announce her marriage to Kanin the way she did. The sheriff throwing his support for her wasn't surprising, given his history. I probably would have burst out laughing had mom not elbowed me hard enough to make me choke instead. Creed looked like he just swallowed a bucket of nails.
The attack wasn't unexpected, it was probably anticipated. Creed's little lackeys may have thought they were being smart when they snuck out, but it was like trying to move a herd of elephant on ice. Donner's command made it possible for me to see why the pack chose him.
I was definitely getting closer to Sophia, the air was thick with her essence and the taste of river water. She couldn't have passed through this part more than five minutes ago. There was definitely distinctively different about her scent now, there was something almost... dangerous about it.
Two minutes later, I was upon her. She curled in fetal position, wedged between a rock and the upturned roots of a giant redwood tree. Her hands were tucked tightly against her bent legs and stomach.
*Sophia?*
She looked up, her eyes glowing eerily in the pale moonlight. The smell of fear assaulted my keen senses like a brick wall. Her tears streaked her mud caked faced. She must have slipped and fallen at some point for her dress her ripped and stained in all the right places. Her feet were bare and scratched, having lost her sandals some time now.
There was something else, something I didn't even notice as I got closer to her, my nose tucked down so not to frighten her. Her feet, they were no longer clumsily flat like a human. They were arched a lot more with tiny sharp nails protruding from her toes.
"Luke?" Her voice was raw; whether it was from crying or from her vocal cords receding, I wasn't sure.
*I'm right here, Sophia.* I moved forward, taking in her altered scent. It was definitely different now but so distinguishably hers. *Don't fight it, just let yourself go.*
"I can't," her whispered fear was accompanied with a shudder of pain. She moaned as I felt her bones give and shift inside her body. "It hurts."
*It always does the first time.* I nuzzled the side of her face with my muzzle.
Sophia reached out to stroke my fur and I saw that her hands were beginning to change as well. Palms curled inward, fingers receding a bit, claws beginning to emerge... but she was changing too slowly. Her face was still completely human, without any sign of change with the exception of her tawny eyes.
A slow flip could mean a slow agonizing death, especially without the benefits of last rites. And I certainly cannot see Sophia's father willing to administer the last rites of the clan. Something needed to be down to speed up the change. She needed help making the transition, and she needed it fast.
This was the only time I've ever been grateful for the long boring lectures from Sherman Blackstone. If nothing else, the man was an expert of everything about the pack.
The shift back from wolf to human took shorter time than it did to transform from human to wolf. No one really understood why, but there it was. About a minute and a half later, I was lying naked as a jaybird next to her. Am I excited; you bet your last nickel that I was.
She watched me with unabashed curiosity tinged with fear. Normally, I'd probably be making some sly comment about sex and virgins but this is a lot more serious. She didn't move, just lay there, in pain and in fear, watching me.
I reached out with human fingers, lightly touching her smooth satin like skin. She had the clearest complexion I've ever had the pleasure of seeing, feeling. She shivered lightly at my touch. It was like touching electricity, the jolt makes me want to throw my head back and howl at the moon.
"Luke," she whispered against the palm of my hand, her breath warm against my skin. "I feel so strange. Like my entire body has come alive with... with something."
"I know," I wanted her to know it all, to show her what being one of us really was. She smelled good; so very good. She tasted good too, sweet and innocent with a touch of hunger and anxiousness. Standing between the planes of two worlds, I wonder if she realized how amazing she was. I haven't felt this way since... since my first time.
My father once described the metamorphosis as a rebirth, coming into the world afresh with innocence of the harms humans have inflicted upon it. That our first breath with nature was like a baby's first lung full of oxygen, both painful and perfect. I believed that.
Watching Sophia feel the wonders of her change, I believed it again.
I touched her with my hands, brushing against the soft newly formed fur, shadowed by the rock and oak. I taste her lips with my own, as fangs emerge from her slightly elongated jaw. I run my human legs against her thigh, feeling the muscles bunch and form. I nudge her side with my transforming paw, careful to feel for the changes as her body contorts. I lick her cold wet nose, letting her run her long sensitive tongue against my muzzle learning the taste of me. I make her mine in the most primitive way.
And felt my world shatter into blissful oblivions.
TBC...
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A little feed back on what you thought of the chapter would be nice.
