Wolf God: Black Mountain - Part 1
'There's a story around here about a big wolf that used to come down off the mountains and carry away cattle,' Bill said, 'I thought about it after we saw the horse the other day.'
'Is that right,' Alex had muttered, while baling hay with a pitch fork.
It was cold in the loft and Alex wasn't in the mood for talking. But Bill enjoyed conversation much to Alex's dismay, likely because he lived all by himself and only appeared during Fall to offer the valley farmers an extra pair of hands.
'They call it the wolf god. Mighty strange story,' he continued, 'it has three heads and six eyes, grants wishes. Weird stuff.'
'Old stories usually are,' Alex said, 'I didn't think you believed in crap like that, Bill.'
Bill lived high up on Black Rock mountain, the large mountain range that surrounded half the farming valley beneath it. It was a harsh place to live, but Bill was a strong, able man who liked to hunt. Sometimes he'd bring Alex's parents a moose or some rabbits he caught, as a thank-you gift for giving him work. Not everyone could tolerate Bill with his tough demeanor but in exchange for hard work in the country, a great many idiosyncrasies were forgiven.
'The natives used to say if you prayed to the wolf god he'd grant you an easy life,' he said, 'I'm not much of a believer but with this bad luck, we need all the help we can get.'
Alex's parents owned one of the valley farms, and while spending time in the wild countryside wasn't his idea of fun, he couldn't deny it was a good way to make some money before escaping to college.
But things had gone wrong from the start. Rain had poured for weeks causing a flood on some of their best land. And then, his favorite horse had been killed by a wild animal.
Alex and Bill had been looking at the corpse yesterday. The horse had been attacked in her barn and ripped open, the organs had been splayed out all over the barn floor. It was devastating, he'd loved Shelly. She'd been a good race horse and his parents had been hoping to breed her in the Spring.
'I'm still awfully sorry about Shelly,' Bill said, 'It might have been a bunch of ne'er do wells that come off the mountain. The way she died, all laid out. Like she was dead the instant she was hit. If it had been an animal, you can bet there would have been more of a struggle.'
'Yeah,' Alex said, 'maybe so.'
His eyes watered just thinking about it, what a horrible end for such a sweet horse.
The other farmers in the valley were having similar problems. Although a bit of bad weather wasn't unusual when farming in the shadow of a large mountain range, the intensity was too much for the land and crops had begun failing. People's horses had been attacked, no one knew if it was some group of sickos from the town or a particularly vicious animal but one thing was for certain; the farms were already on tenuous economic ground and not many farmers could lose several grand in a single season.
They were done with the bailing and Bill had wiped his hands on the dirty rag he kept in his back pocket. He was a big man, all thick arms and huge trunk with a rugged face. Alex was smaller but he was pretty tough himself, the muscles wiry and tight from years of helping his parents break horses and bail hay.
'We're done here,' Alex said, 'Mom said to come by for supper later in the week, if you like.'
Bill had nodded, given him a firm hand on the shoulder as an act of commiseration, nearly knocking Alex over. Bill was simply too huge, even a linebacker would feel intimidated by a man so wide in the shoulders and built so thick. And his long scraggly hair didn't help either, he looked like a wild man, which was essentially what he was living up on the mountain. When he came down for supper at his parent's table, he dressed up with a plaid hunting shirt and jeans with the knees torn out. Sometimes, he tie back his hair but it wasn't today. Instead it hung loose, the brown locks thick and dark wipping around Bill's face as he gathered his things.
'I'll be there,' he said, 'keep your chin up.'
Alex got home after dark. His mom was waiting for him on their front porch.
'Were you out with Bill'' she asked, her glasses crooked and her hair askew.
She was a strong, built woman similar to Alex in the face but with chubby cheeks and curly hair. Alex was glad he looked a little more like his father in that respect, his hair was straight and his face thin but they both had a softness around the mouth and eyes that made people find them pleasing to look at.
'Yeah,' he said, 'What happened to you''
She laughed, 'Got into a fight with a horse.'
Alex brushed off his jeans and his sweatshirt and appreciated the warmth when he entered their house. It had been an old farmhouse built in the eighteen hundreds, touted as a landmark in the valley as long as he could remember. The inside was all dark wood with rich coloured wallpaper on the walls. Maybe it was a little grim but he liked it.
'Your father is out with the boys,' she said, 'He'll be back later. It's Friday night, why aren't you out with anyone''
'Not into that,' he said, 'What's for supper''
His mother frowned. Alex was pretty sure she worried about his tendency to prefer isolation, but she never said anything about it. The truth was, he was more interested in books than talking about what people his age in the country liked to talk about, namely hunting and girls. This was why he was so desperate to go to college, despite having a perfectly serviceable trade back home. He just needed to get out, even if it were just for a little while and make some friends he could relate to. It was lonely in the middle of nowhere, with no one but farmers for company.
'Don't tell me you think Bill is better company than your cousins,' she said with a snort.
'He was telling stories,' Alex said, 'Something about a wolf.'
'The wolf god,' she said, 'I've heard those before. You know he's half native' On his grandfather's side I think, he was a medicine man many years ago.'
'Huh,' Alex said, he'd never heart that before, 'Like, a shaman or something''
'Sort of,' she said, 'More like a religious hermit. Even the other men on the reserve didn't like him, he was a bit odd.'
'Like Bill,' Alex said with a smirk, 'he's a weirdo.'
The other families had a lot of bad to say about Bill for no reason that related to his good work, but Alex felt like there was something about him that he didn't like, either. He couldn't really say, he was nice enough and while tough looking especially when the sweat was gleaming off of his huge muscles while bailing hay, he did all right by him. But the sense that there was something dangerous about Bill, wouldn't ever leave his head and he caught himself checking his back when he worked with him.
'Maybe so,' his mother said, 'But he does good work for cheap and brings me rabbits. Go clean your hands, there's pie for dessert.'
After supper, the more Alex had thought about the death of his horse, the angrier he had become. When it had become dark, he had snuck out of his room through the window and gone out to the shed where his father stored his guns. He loaded up the meanest shotgun he could find. In the midst of this, Bill had found him.
'Taking justice into your own hands'' he asked.
Bill leaned up against the shed door, the harsh light from the single bulb highlighted his face. This was the moment Alex felt a tiny stab of fear. There was definitely something about him this night, the way he leaned into the shed door eagerly, his gaze predatory.
'I'm not going to hurt anybody,' Alex said, 'Just scare them off. Don't tell my folks about this, okay''
Bill had grinned, his yellowed teeth glinting from the light coming from the single bulb in the shed, 'Sure you can handle that big gun all by yourself''
'I'm not an amateur,' Alex snapped, 'What the hell are you doing out here, anyway''
'I'm huntin',' Bill said, 'Setting traps for rabbits in the woods. It's a full moon tonight kiddo, watch out for werewolves.'
'Don't be an ass,' Alex muttered, loading his gun, 'If it's an animal, I'll shoot it, werewolf or not.'
Bill had smiled at him.
'Better hope you have some silver bullets,' Bill said, 'It's hard to kill a monster.'
'I'll keep that in mind, thanks,' Alex said, the loud click of his holster being loaded echoing in the barn. , 'And you better keep in mind that in the dark, it's hard to tell a friend from a horse killing wolf.'
'I will,' Bill said, his eyes crinkling from amusement.
The tension only left Alex after Bill crept away into the night. He refused to take shit from anyone, least of all Bill.
'Creep,' he said, to the night that poured in from the open doorway.
He didn't need Bill's help for any of this, he didn't want it.
Not two hours later Alex's heart was pounding in his ears and sweat was running down his back. Alex had found the animal that had been killing horses all right, but it wasn't like anything he'd ever seen. He rubbed his eyes with his dirt caked hands, hoping to dislodge the image from his head. Had he really been chased by...no, it couldn't be true. It couldn't be real.
And yet, he was pressed up against the barn trying to quiet his breathing, gray eyes wide with fear. He didn't want to be the next victim, all splayed out like his beloved Shelly.
The deep woods was to the right of the farm, there was a lake to the left and the mountains were a huge dark shape against the night sky. The barn was sandwiched between the woods and lake and Alex knew he'd have to make one hell of a run to get into the open spaces and scream loud enough to wake up his parents. His gun was long gone, dropped in an idiot panic when he'd seen the monster looming out of the woods, that thing that he couldn't even bear to think about.
It wasn't a werewolf, at least he didn't think so. It was monstrous and huge, it didn't look like it had ever been a man, let alone a wolf.
It can't be! It's just a story! He swore to himself.
And last time he'd checked, werewolves didn't have heads. Three snapping, snarling vicious heads that had every intention of re-enacting the night Shelly was slaughtered once they were close enough to bite into Alex's flesh.
'I can't die here,' he kept repeating to himself, 'alone, out in the woods.'
He couldn't stand the thought of his parents finding him the way they found Shelly; cut in half with his guts spilled out, the blood shining wet and black under the full moon.
'Don't panic,' he said aloud, 'People die when they panic.'
His breathing had just calmed when the barn rumbled and crashed, rattling the ground under Alex's feet. His terror sent him running away from the lake and instinctively towards the cover of the woods.
Alex quickly lost his footing and stumbled over a tree root, hurtling through the undergrowth. His arms were scratched and torn open by the prickly shrubs as his body rolled at an alarming speed, finally crashing into a large tree.
'Nice panicking,' he groaned.
Blearily he tried to focus his eyes, and noticed the tree canopy blocked out all the helpful light that poured down from the moon. He could barely see the twinkling of the stars above him, and his eyes hadn't adjusted leaving him helpless and blind in the dark.
He staggered to his feet and realized the breadth of his predicament. There was no way to tell which way would lead him back to the lake and his parent's farm. The woods were a maze of tall, skinny evergreens packed so tightly together that a path wasn't the least bit evident. Even the forest floor where his body had tumbled was awash with fallen trees, leaves and other detritus that resembled every other direction entirely.
'This is bad,' he murmured in the darkness.
People living under the shadow of Black Rock mountain still perished from exposure because they had lost their orientation in a woods they had been hunting in their whole lives. Alex spun around, all of the shadows in the woods threatened him and what had been a beautiful forest during the day had become a foreboding place at night. He hard a low howl in the distance, his hands shook. Everything in the forest had eyes, even the stars glinting barely through the trees.
An enormous hot mass smashed into him. Alex tumbled down a small hill into a mossy depression in the earth. He noticed the dark shape above him and heard the growls before he felt the claws against his face.
The creature had his head in its clawed hands, it was panting, the smell of its fur was overwhelming. Something like musk and blood with a dose of earth, it was rank and foreboding.
He screamed. His hands tried to dislodge the furry arm crushing his chest and the palm rapidly closing around his face. His body contorted in a desperate attempt to escape and the claws raked down his back as they tore apart his jacket. He hurled himself away from the beast, his feet heavy and stumbling, his head became heavy, his eyes blurry.
'What's happening'' his mind was unclear, 'I can't run properly''
Drops of blood fell from his jacket sleeve, the monster had clawed deep enough to wound him. It stood in the darkness by the evergreens watching him; its three heads twitched, their muzzles snapped at the air.
In a matter of minutes, he collapsed to the ground. The sound of trees being torn up by their roots around him was horrendously loud but he could barely move.
Soon he'll find you.
'No,' he groaned.
He screamed again when the beast loomed over him, and drops of spittle from one of its fanged mouth spattered all over his face.
Nothing could calm the fear pounding in his body. He struggled and writhed against the hair covered arms that wrenched his arms down. The monster's arms were enormous, twice the size of a grown man's thighs. The claws dug into his legs, there was pain and then they felt numb.
Poison, he thought, to slow you down and make it easier to eat.
Suddenly, light flooded the woods and Alex was blinded momentarily by its presence. A familiar voice echoed in the forest.
'Alex'' Bill's voice said, 'Is that you''
Alex's voice was hysterical, 'Run! Get help! There's a werewolf, a huge werewolf!'
Bill swung his flashlight around landing on the gray back of the beast. Alex was under the monster, he could see with alarming detail every twitch of its giant yellow eyes, and the saliva in the red maw of its mouth. The fur was matted and spiked, colored a deep charcoal. It looked like a wolf but one that had been tormented, like a wolfish demon from the pits of Hell. Alex couldn't see Bill from under the beast but he could hear him, it gave him a burst of strength even has he felt one of the heads breathing over him, its dripping teeth inching closer.
'It's all right, Alex,' Bill's voice was calm and steady, 'You're in good hands.'
'What!' Alex screamed, 'What the fuck are you talking about' Bill, help me!'
The flashlight was extinguished, the moon's light fell over the woods again and Alex's vision plunged him into a gloomy darkness. He heard the flashlight drop and roll along the ground. Bill's footsteps grew closer.
'I brought him here, Wolf God!' Bill shouted, his eyes flashing.
Alex could see Bill just barely, illuminated by the light of the moon. Everything about him was animal, the patch of hair on his chest, his powerful body that was naked under the stars, and the fierce smile on his face. The light caught the peppered gray in his hair, his eyes wide open with monstrous passion.
'Take him,' his voice echoed in the woods, 'do with him as you will, and give me my reward!'
He could see Bill hunched over, his body suddenly spasmed. His skin bunched up and rippled and his face twisted into a grimace. His teeth elongated and hairs began to cover his body. Alex screamed from behind the monster's clawed hands. Bill was a werewolf, he'd been one the whole time.
'You fucking bastard!' Alex shrieked, 'I'll come back to haunt you!'
Alex was going to die. He was as sure about this as he had ever been about anything in his life. Bill had sold him out to his God. Alex's fingers dug into the dirt and he struggled, writhed against the enormous body that had crushed him with its weight. He hated Bill, he'd never hated anyone more than in that moment.
The monster had growled, and Alex felt the huge hand rake down his body. The nails only grazed the surface of the skin, turning his remaining clothes into flimsy tatters.
The hand lifted and Alex struggled to crawl forward. His vision was distorted. The scrapes down his body were bleeding freely, he was terrified. He fell in only a few short moments and felt the teeth of the wolf god on his throat.
His neck stung terribly as a strong jaw clamped around the nape.
'Please,' he begged, 'don't kill me!'
The mouth had taken some skin and then pressed around his head, Alex screamed as the immense furry body leaned over him.
He was shoved onto his back, and that's when something caught his attention. The groin of the Wolf God had three cock sheaths that had begun to grow larger, to match his three monstrous heads. The cocks had extended, the red, vicious looking members dripped with fluid. Alex's terror reached new heights, he struggled as his limbs began to grow more numb. His body felt heavy like lead, and the Wolf God simply held him down and waited. Its mouths widened in a hideous grimace, and began to snap the air in excitement.
After a brief struggle, Alex's body was still. Tears fell out of his eyes. He blinked as it was the most he could do, his limbs were so completely deadened he could barely feel his extremities. He knew what the wolf god was going to do, and it was more terrifying than when he was convinced it was going to eat him.
It grabbed his legs and spread them apart.
'No!' he managed to shout.
The monster easily manipulated Alex's body into the position. The Wolf God used its middle cock to press into Alex's hole; the pressure caused him to blackout while his vision blurred. The numbness was mercifully intact and he didn't feel much at all. Then he began to feel the huge knot as it was swallowed up by his body. The wolf cock was so huge, he didn't know how it could fit inside of him without tearing him apart. But it did as the vicious lubricating fluids dripped from it and filled him up. They spilled down his ass and splattered onto the ground.
'Ah!' Alex cried, as the creature pressed further into him.
His head fell back, and he could see Bill in his werewolf form circling around them, watching them.
The movement was sudden and startling. The Wolf God had pressed itself deep inside of him and had begun to thrust. Its heads let out horrifying howls, and Alex screamed, the fear had awakened a little movement in his limbs and was powering his struggle. His fingers clenched around the thick hairs on the muscular thighs. His hand felt the skin underneath; it was burning hot and as unmoving as iron, there was nothing human about it.
His body was slammed roughly onto his back as the Wolf God pummeled him with his cock. He screamed and twisted but it did no good. The wolf god was raping him, its entire monstrous form intent on fucking him into the ground. When the heads shrieked their unbearable howls in tandem, his hole was filled with the Wolf God's sperm, hot and pumping into his anus oozing around the huge member still inside of him.
Alex's mind was beginning to crack, he knew what was happening to him but the numbness had overwhelmed him. When the Wolf God removed his cock, he looked down. Alex had an erection but more importantly, there was something strange about his chest. There were six rows of nipples instead of just two. When he looked to the side, thick hair had begun to sprout along the edges and his hands were curled into literal claws.
His body had changed!
His mind broke clear for an instant and he struggled, but the wolf god slammed his powerful hand around his neck and held him down. Alex's screams sounded suspiciously like terrified howls as the wolf god used his second cock to thrust into him. He felt the knot going into his ass but this time, it thrilled him. Even as Alex's fear grew, he couldn't deny his body was getting excited. He panted lustily, his skin was hot and covered in a film of sweat.
The Wolf God was merciless, its enormous penis filling Alex until he could barely stand it. He could feel his body as it changed even more, when the cock leaked fluids into his stretched hole. Suddenly, his face felt strange and tingled, his feet stretched and shredded the remains of his shoes. Claws were fully extended from his fingers and his tongue lolled out from his mouth, which had become more of a furry snout. He felt the edges of his eyes changing as they elongated and widened in strange ways.
The Wolf God's cock was deep, so deep it had caused his stomach to bulge. But Alex wanted this, his body craved it and was very excited to see it.
Puppies, he thought, the bigger my stomach gets the more there will be.
The fearsome heads were howling, the Wolf God pounded into him until another load of sperm oozed out from his hole. The enormous cock was removed and Alex could feel his hole as it gaped and hear his won voice as it moaned for more. He wanted the cock to stay in, he didn't want it to ever leave. His body was dropped back onto the grassy forest floor, and his glazed eyes noticed the dark silhouette on the small hill above him. The shadow was familiar, it stirred something in his memory. Alex's body snapped awake. He screamed, clawing his way up the hill. The hair on his body terrified him, the snout he had was frightening. He was turning into a monster just like Bill!
And that's who his clawed hand grabbed onto, as the Wolf God howled its irritation. Bill's wolf form was terrible to look at, but not more terrifying than the three headed beast making its way towards him.
'Please,' Alex's voice was distorted by the wolf maw he possessed, it took everything to say the words right, 'I have a family! Help me!'
The werewolf watched him with sharp, yellow eyes.
'Help me!'
Bill howled his laughter, his foot kicked Alex's collarbone, sending his body back down the hill, tumbling. The Wolf God was there in seconds, Alex's face was pushed into the ground and the third cock slowly entered his gaping hole. He howled like an animal, from fear and pleasure. The sensations grew stronger as the wolf knot slipped into his anus and the god pounded harder, faster.
Alex's body was on fire, the changes were happening and instead of being afraid, he was welcoming it. His mind was melting into something else, something inhuman. Human memories were being replaced by impression and instinct. He could feel it hot in his stomach, deep inside where the Wolf God's cock was hitting making him moan and writhe. He wouldn't be Alex anymore, he would be this other creature whose only purpose was to be filled with cock and taken by other male wolves.
Fur was sprouting over his clawed hands and over his body, his face was pure wolf as it changed, with only a tiny bit of the human male remaining. His six nipples were swollen and pink and his penis sensitized to every movement of his body. When the Wolf God came, it filled him to the brim and made him shudder with a powerful orgasm. His penis spattered a clear fluid all over the ground, his body shuddered and collapsed to the forest floor.
The three heads shrieked and howled in delight. Bill had crept down from his hill now that the mating was over to observe the new member of the pack. Alex wasn't a man any more, he was a bitch available for the delights of all the pack as long as they upheld the Wolf God's wishes. Soon Alex would be filled with monstrous pups and after they suckled on his soft teats, they'd run free in the woods and convert the unwary.
Bill let out a howl. It was beautiful every time. This bitch was the best one yet, with lovely swollen nipples and soft, brown fur. His eyes were still very much the young man Bill had worked with but they held none of the human qualities they had before. Instead they were so much better; pathetic, needy and hungry for sex.
Alex himself didn't remember his own name, he could visualize very little. The Wolf God was his master, the wolf above him another potential mate he could beg to pound into his ready hole. He knew nothing but the sights and smells of a sex hungry bitch.
'Welcome to the pack, Alex,' Bill snarled.
Alex's hole was stretched, eyes glazed and his mouth hung open in a pant. He wriggled his backside in the air, begging for his new God.
Fuck me...fuck me...
The voice that he had came out in a yip and a whimper, there was no human left anymore. Just the sounds of howls and smell of his master. His previous life was all but gone, all that mattered was the Wolf God and his cocks pounding into his hole, forever.
The three heads of the Wolf God contorted, their vicious eyes pleased with their latest conquest. This would mean more pleasure for the pup bearers, their bellies and bodies stretched full by the Wolf God's seed. The new bitch would be led home, a delightful fuck hole for the other males in the pack thanks to Bill's hard work.
Alex would want nothing else for the rest of his days.