The Wolves and the Swans

A BSSM Fanfiction

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 Aniah

 AniaHope@aol.com

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A continuation.

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In a primeval European forest dwelt wizards, witches, enchanted creatures, and unreachable treasures. On the outskirts of this woodland were illusions and traps; no mortal human was to set foot there. This is where our story takes place.

 It is the moonless night of the month. Dejectedly, the swan-maidens flow down into their home marsh, and they pick woefully at their water- plants. No animals will transform tonight; it is dangerous. Many predators would never try for a human, but a female swan, with no mate? It might constitute some effort, but it would be well worth the expended energy.

A wolf howls, and his brothers answer him. The pack is on the move. As with the deer of the enchanted forest, the constitution of this wolf family is supremely marred. An alpha male, black with a ruff of silver belly, keeps his brother wolves in order. There is one that is silver, with a shaggy coat, and a similarly shaggy tawny male, as well. There is an unremarkable brown-furred male, and another with a sunny coat. They are a bachelor pack.

The swans gather, beating their wings, and waiting for the inevitable wolves' approach. The black one growls, and submissively the Princess of the Swans floats to the shore. She glides primly behind the alpha, shepherded by the others if she lags behind. They reach a cave. It is quite a sight, seeing a swan waddle. The black wolf lays down, and she curls herself next to him.

The four others sprawl about the cave entrance, prohibiting interference. The night is silent, and everyone dozes. For the next moon the swan will flit between her friends and the wolves, and will transform at the pond. The wolves' apparition as men is not so dramatic; they shake themselves, and emerge as warriors, the black one always leading the way.

Such is the lifestyle of the wolves and the swans.

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