README PLEASE This is the first story I have posted in about two years. When I stopped posting I hoped that others would take up the job of providing entertainment to boy-lovers. A few have done so. Most recently, I have enjoyed "Parlassi". But despite these excellent stories, there is a dearth of good stories in this area. This has prompted my posting of this insignificant contribution. I may post more as I get the time. A Halloween Fairy Tail: Peter and the Wolf. by Ganymede WARNING: This story contains a graphic description of sexual acts between a man, a MINOR boy, and a German Shepherd. It is an experiment for me: first as a short story and not a novel, and second in writing style. I do not condone bestiality, but boy-love is an entirely different matter. If the subject of man/boy/dog sex offends you, if this material is illegal in your place of residence, or if you are under the legal age for such material, do not read further! You have been warned! Read at your own risk! The story is fiction. Any resemblance to any individual, alive or dead, is unfortunate. The dog, however, lives down the street. FINAL WARNING: If you are under the age of 18, if this material is illegal in your place of residence, or if man-boy relationships aren't your thing, then exit now and save yourself from a life of sin! Peter and the Wolf. A German Shepherd wanders up and watches. Its tongue hangs out as it drools wetly onto the driveway. Its attention, like The Man beside it, focuses on the leaping, laughing boy. Unseen, its penis slides out of its sheath into the cool evening air. It is glistening, crimson-red and thin. It slowly lengthens until it attains erection. It squats on its haunches and nudges The Man to stroke its head. The Man complies and rubs the large dog's head just behind the ears. It growls with a long sigh of contentment. Together they watch the boy, still not a teenager. He is full of life and radiates unbridled energy as he moves back and forth, bouncing, dribbling, arcing towards the basketball hoop as he shoots. His legs are slender but have the power to lift him high in the air with apparent ease. He lands lightly, still running as he catches the ball coming down through the hoop. His motion is unbroken as the ball pounds loudly onto the pavement. As the auburn-headed boy stands breathless, laughing in the aftermath of his last desperate lunge to the hoop, the dog rises up from its haunches and trots across the driveway. It sniffs Peter and nuzzles his thigh just below his groin. Both boy and man laugh as Peter pushes the dog's head away playfully. "He sure is friendly enough. What's his name?" Peter asks. His voice is unbroken with a soprano timbre that resonates as he breathes quickly. "Wolf! He's really very friendly for a Shepherd. I breed them," The Man answers. "He's a good dog." "I wish I had a dog. My dad's a vet, and I guess he could get me one but my mom won't allow me to have one," Peter offers casually. He reaches over to rub the dog's brow and scratch behind its ears. The dog needs no more incentive. Its snout rams into Peter's sex organs and for a few seconds the dog nuzzles his groin until the blushing boy regains his composure and directs the dog away again with a gentle shove. There is a wet spot in his crotch where Wolf's wet nose has been hard against his cock and balls. The Man smirks cheekily, then with a sideways glance at his dog, adds, "As I said, Wolf's real friendly. I think he likes boys a lot more than he likes other dogs. Anyway, he certainly seems to like you a lot, Peter." Peter looks confused. He is uncertain of the meaning of The Man's suggestion, particularly given the stress on two words, 'likes boys'. He blushes quickly and his cheeks and neck redden with guilty fascination. He has heard enough playground jokes about men who 'like boys' to wonder about those words. "Come here Wolf." The Man snaps his fingers and the big dog obediently trots back to stand beside him. "Stop bothering Peter," he commands. "He doesn't want you sniffing around his balls." The words ring loudly in Peter's ears. All the warnings from parents and teachers clamor for his attention. The Man's frankness disturbs him. Not even his own father has used the word 'balls' to describe that part of his privates. The word excites him, not because of its reference to the two immature orbs supported by his underpants, but by the fact that the Man used it without hesitation. He reddens slightly from the neck to his cheeks but he is flushed from his exercise and it is barely seen. "I wish I had a dog," Peter repeats softly. "He's really not bothering me." "You don't mind, Peter?" A quizzical smile, a quick glance at the dog. Peter shrugs. "He's not going to bite it off." The Man grins at the dog. The auburn head moves in acknowledgement of his assent. There is no reason to explain it, no thoughts of pulling back, just eagerness to know more, just a hungry curiousity. The dog pads back across the concrete driveway, coming ever closer to the boy with every second until he trembles as he senses a canine snout sniffing at his groin and the dangerous proximity of fangs. One bite from the powerful jaws would be enough to tear his manhood out by the root. Peter quivers, appreciative of the threat. The dog's nose brushes the growing stiffness under his jeans and he trembles again, glances sideways and observes The Man's understanding nod. "Why does he keep doing that?" Peter asks. "Doing what?" "He keeps sniffing my dick!" Peter blurts out. "Because he likes you, Peter. That's what dogs do. Haven't you seen a dog do that before before?" Peter's head shakes. "He better not bite," he smiles. "Now bitches won't do that. It's because he wants to play with you. He can be your best friend if you'll let him. He's a good dog and he really likes boys." "Uh?" Peter pauses, considers the emphasis on "likes boys" for the second time in a matter of minutes, and then adds in little more than a husky whisper, "I'd like him to be my best friend too." "Then maybe it's time we went inside. It's starting to get dark." ****************** Two weeks later: Peter nods sleepily. He feels drained, as if the energy has been sucked out of him and replaced by a void. It is not an unfamiliar feeling. He is used to the feeling that occurs when the Man penis becomes limp. He sighs softly and turns away so that his cheek is no longer on the moist arm. He stares at the dark ceiling, thinking. The house is quiet. The Man's fingers caress his back, trickling over the ridges of his spine, fingertips brush his buttocks, rub gently into the slippery wetness that has accumulated between his cheeks. The void inside him hungers to be filled again by the thick shaft of an erect penis. His head turns to the side. He watches Wolf's movement as he comes closer to the bed. He needs to sleep but he also needs to satisfy his deep-down longing. "It's so late," Peter murmurs. "I won't be normal again until lunchtime. I'm not sure I want to do it tonight. Besides, you feel so nice inside my butt." The Man smiles in the darkness, feels the child's once-taut rectum now like a loose sheath enclosing his soft organ, he basks in luxuriant wet heat. Peter is always so different afterwards, he muses. So unlike the innocent child, the boy who went trick-a-treating with Wolf only hours earlier while he handed out candy to the neighborhood children. The Man flexes his penis and notes a corresponding twitch from his twelve-year-old companion. He understands the need that exists within the slender body beside him. Once savored, the desire cannot be sated by man alone. Peter can only be satisfied by Wolf's engorged flesh. He must be joined with the beast every night. He dreams awake, thinking of Peter. Dressed like a little, red devil, but more depraved than any parent would suspect. Red satin with a sheen that glistens, almost uncomfortably tight in the crotch, revealing nothing but enough to give a hint of the boy's maleness. From behind, a long red tail terminates in a triangle nearly on the ground, covers the two small halves of his bottom split into round globes as the cloth pulls into his crack. Horns, not out of place on his forehead, his free left hand clutches an ebony trident, a sack for candy in the other. He is the epitome of juvenile sexuality. Breathless, he leads the Man upstairs to the room they share, the room they have been in since he returned with his candy. The Man shrugs and glances at the big dog beside the bed. Wolf's snout twitches as he smells. The odor of sex is stronger near the bed. He growls, threateningly as he inhales the residual musky aroma. Wolf's fangs, long, white, curved, are bared. A long, satiny pink tongue lolls from the side of its mouth. He inches closer until Peter feels the hot, wet breath against his hip and thigh. Clear drool dribbles onto the boy's alabaster flesh and trickles down between his legs. "You don't have to Peter," The Man comments. "But it's as good a time as any now that I've loosened you up inside. Wolf is certainly getting excited, aren't you boy? If you're going to do it, you better hurry before he expands." Peter grins and gently strokes the big dog behind his ears. The growl changes and he hears the beast's lust. He knows what happens and he wriggles his narrow pelvis as The Man eases his now-limp penis from between the youngster's buttocks. There is no sound as it pulls free from the loose opening. It is limp and shiny, visibly wet from Peter's juices and his own copious emission. There is foamy slime gathered at the tip, a visible reminder of what has transpired on the bed no less than three times that night. Peter's opening is stretched wide, reveals a ruddy-pink canal, becomes crimson just inside, streaks of watery white semen leading the way into the hidden darkness of his inside cavern. The Man understands the need for care and he positions Peter's body against his own so that movement is impossible. The dog mounts quickly, thrusting its powerful canine cock deep into the small rump that is lifted up to meet its sharp jabs. The first few stabs miss and ram into Peter's crevice but the dog's cock quickly locates its target. The next one is dead center and Peter squeaks as the slender pointed head penetrates him. The dog stops and quivers slightly as he finds he is embedded inside. It is only a momentary respite for Peter and he braces himself for the onslaught that he knows will come in seconds. He hears a low growl and he takes a quick breath. His jaws clench and Wolf growls again. His eyes close tightly and he silently promises himself that he will not scream this time. He knows that a dog, especially this dog, is very different to a man like the one lying beside him. The next thrust contains all of the strength of dog's powerful hindlegs. It comes without warning and even though he has been ready, it takes him by surprise. His body is rammed upwards as the dog's crimson cock plunges into him. There is no mercy shown and none is expected as the thick member is driven home. Only when the knot in the dog's penis can go no further does the animal cease its drive forward. Most of its rigid sex is impaled in a human sheath. The pubescent body it occupies is forced open beyond its natural limit and the throbbing immovable penis is lodged against an unyielding barrier of straining sphincter. Peter's mouth has been open in a silent wail and now the Man chokes the cry with a pillow pushed hard against his face. Peter's young body has been forced to submit to a living wedge that becomes thicker than a man's penis as it enters. It is also both both longer and harder. He feels Peter's body trembling as it tries to adjust and accept the brute's presence inside it. He lifts the pillow away as the cry dies away into unparalleled pleasure. Juvenile lust arises like a phoenix from the pain, reborn again and stronger than it has ever been. A whimper signifies Peter's happiness. He feels the animal's penis contained deep within his pelvis, displacing his vital organs and forcing a lump in his lower belly where previously there was none. Already well used to the beast's presence, Peter expects the pressing need to urinate. Instintively, he grasps his penis and clamps finger and thumb over the swollen head. When he can no longer stand the building pressure in his bladder his fingers release and the stream of yellow liquid is expelled into the towel that is compressed over his crotch. He feels momentary relief but the dog senses its opportunity. It humps forward and strains into the youthful body with all of its strength. Long tendons and powerful muscles ripple in its legs and hind quarters. The boy is lifted up several inches into the air as he meets the dog's thrust with downward resistance of his own. "Not in yet," Peter groans. His cheeks are wet with tears but he is not crying. "God it hurts," he whimpers to himself. The dog readies itself again, panting its stale, bestial breath into Peter's face. Drool dribbles down onto the boy's smooth brow. Peter groans again and tenses as he feels the pressure building just outside him. His small orifice has resisted the passage of the dog's knot. For seconds it feels as though Wolf has met an impossible barrier. The dog jerks back and tries to penetrate with brutal thrusts that crash into Peter's buttocks and he howls as Peter shrieks in terror. The knot bursts through and for the moment both boy and dog cease moving. Peter feels the added thickness. It is like a golf ball has suddenly passed into his rectum. There is no feeling to which it can be compared. He is joined to the dog as he waits anxiously for what will naturally follow. He waits as the dog's hindquarters shudder. The cock moves inside him, rubbing against his weakened bowel and exerting a joyful pressure on his immature prostate. It is impossible to believe that anything can feel so good. Peter breathes rapidly as he feels the sensations flowing between them. He feels more alive than seems humanly possible. Every nerve ending sings and he quivers with delight. And then it begins. The expansion is barely noticed at first but after a few moments its existence is apparent. It grows inside Peter's body and its swelling excites him even more. A spasm thunders through his naked body and the dog's cock jerks in sympathy. "Its getting bigger now," he whispers with difficulty. "He feels so big inside me. I feel like I'm going to explode. He's enormous." The Man grins. He understands the boy's feelings exactly. The sensation is a familiar one for him and now it is no longer foreign to the boy. He holds Peter tightly, cradling his young body as the dog's knot expands and fills the small rectum. The pressure increases as it swells outwards and becomes huge. Fully enlarged, the knot will be as large as a tennis ball and it it often stays that way for up to half-an-hour. Nearly nine inches of hard, red cock are stuffed into Peter's body. Only the last few inches provide a seal that prevents the dog's withdrawal until orgasm is completed. Neither boy nor dog can get any bigger. They are locked as a single painful entity and separation is impossible. Peter's eyes glaze as the dog's semen begins to leak into him. It ejaculates slowly, a little bit at a time as the cock deep inside his abdomen begins to quiver. He knows enough to be patient and not be afraid. Without warning, Wolf steps away. Peter's body lurches and he gasps in pain. Any movement by the powerful beast can inflict a horrible injury. For a few seconds it feels as if his rectum is being ripped out of him. The Man responds instantly and lifts the child's body to follow the animal. Wolf stops, quaking as he squirts again. He stands next to Peter, no longer over him and they are joined side by side. Peter cries uncontrollably and shakes with terror as he senses the fluids spilling into him. He recognizes the heat of it more than any wetness or the ejaculation itself. It sears his soul and his body glows with the life which has been placed at his very core. Tears stain his cheeks, not of pain but of sheer joy. His fingers tingle and his toes curl up. His dark eyes open wide as the metamorphosis begins. The first things to change are his hands and feet. It always begins at the extremities and works into the center. His immature penis will change the least of any part of him for it is the last thing to be affected. But, his thin, red boy-sized penis is distinctly non-human. It has been that way since the first time. Fingers begin to contract towards his palms until they are mere stubs, then fingertips become soft pads. His feet shorten. His legs shake wildly as he breathes frantically. Tears, not of pain, roll down his cheeks. Wolf quakes, shuddering as he continues to emit his seed into the human. Its testicles, like Peter's boyish eggs, have drawn up until they are against its abdomen. The dog's movement is barely more than an inch at a time, so great is its sensitivity. Similarly, the child cannot resist even if he wanted to. The Man smiles with obvious glee. He watches entraced as his young companion is transformed. Ankles become thinner and biceps and calf muscles appear to lengthen as the proportion of legs and arms alter. As Peter becomes animal-like, so Wolf's shape begins to shift towards human form. As each precious drop of dog semen leaks into Peter's rectum, his metabolism and skelelton become more canine. The shape of his face and head adjusts impercetibly. It is only the change through time that is observed. The extended snout is not realized until the boy-dog turns in profile. Simultaneously, Wolf's silhouette is no longer that of a dog. Hair begins to sprout on hairless dog-shaped limbs and abdomen as it disappears from Wolf's growling, almost human body. Man begins to form where once dog had been. Wolf's thin, watery semen courses through Peter's veins. Each precious drop is absorbed through the thin wall of his intestine and is pumped by the small filibrating heart to every organ, until every cell is supplanted with the genetic code of man's best friend. Peter's tiny pink nipples vanish. Then the most important change begins for puppy is now substituted for boy, and man replaces dog. The shift from human to beast occurs as the psyche mutates. For Peter, it occurs at the moment of his orgasm. With release, his mind explodes in a paroxysm of joy. The canine part takes over even before his ejaculation is completed. He feels the heat bursting into his already darkened scotal pouch. With seconds it becomes hotter than a branding iron as the fire of animal passion consumes him. Barely conscious, Peter glances down to watch the end of his transformation. The coarse hair on his belly is no longer frightening and the thin scarlet penis that protrudes from his nearly black sheath fascinates him. With one last desparate effort his haunches slam back to meet Wolf's muscular thighs. With his penis fully within Peter, Wolf begins to hump vigorously. He is oblivious to the guttural groans of the young body that encloses his member. Each forward thrust into Peter's rectum takes him one step closer to the brink of ecstasy. Peter can know no higher pleasure than the searing pain deep within his still-small boy-testes as the animal's seed overwhelms him. Canine seed consumes his own meager sperm and creates a white hot fire as the boy disappears and the dog comes to life. He shrieks. "Ohhhh G-!" He reaches the pinnacle of his young life. Truncated mid sentence, the scream dies in Peter's lungs and becomes a drawn-out whimper. His long, thick tongue hangs out of his open jaws. His fangs, pure white and curved are exposed. Beside him, a man shudders as his ejaculation is abruptly terminated. Unlike The Man, this man is brown-haired, though physically similar in all other ways. He is also younger by several years. His germanic face, like his naked body, is one of timeless proportion. He falls back, dragging a quickly softening penis out of the exhausted dog's rump. Like Peter and The Man, this man's penis is also unusally long and thin. It is also crimson-red in color. The knot, already deflating, is no larger than when it first entered the young boy half an hour earlier. The young half-German Shepherd, half- Golden Retriever looks up tiredly at its new master and wags its tail bravely. The Man smiles broadly and affectionately rubs the dog's head, once a twelve-year-old boy. "Good boy! You're a good dog, Peta," he says approvingly. Peta rises up on tottering legs, takes one faltering step, and slumps back onto the bed. The dog is too exhausted to move and is perfectly content to stay where it is between the two men. Its long tail moves feebly and exposes its anus. The hair is matted and wet with milky semen and more continues to dribble out from the distended opening. Already The Man's emission from an hour earlier is drying to a paste and the small wet spots of its own barely mature release are impossible to see in the belly fur. The Man smiles and raises his eyebrows at his half-brother. They are from different litters but they are sired by the same champion. They are equally handsome, splendid males but very different to the sleek young creature between them. The family bloodline is well recognized in the hundreds of trophies in the long gallery downstairs. "He's superb, isn't he?" he says with a casual nod at the unmoving dog beside him. "It's a terrible shame that he's not a pure-bred Shepherd." The other man nods and strokes the dog's back affectionately with long scratches through the thick bristles. "Perhaps we should breed him." "Perhaps. Mongrels are such a waste, even when the sire is a dog like Peta. What's the point of breeding pound puppies." "He's as ready now as he'll ever be," Wolf suggests lightly. The Man smiles again. "But it's such a pity to waste him on a bitch. After he's had a bitch, it can never be the same again. We both know that, Karl. But I have a better idea. It's one that can make both of us happy, if not our beautiful Peta." The dog whines and curls up, resting its head on its paws sleepily. The house is silent. The dog drifts slowly off to sleep, unaware of his role in what is being planned. "His father is a vet, you know. I think it's time we had young Peter spayed," The Man says softly as he caresses the dog's back. "He won't transform until after lunch tomorrow. We can take him right after breakfast." The End