Date: Tue, 5 Oct 2010 09:32:46 +0100
From: pegasusunicorn52@msn.com
Subject: The Wolf 01

This story contains sexual scenes between males of different species.
	If this type of material offends then you should not read it.
Additionally, if you are under 18 years of age--no matter where you live in
the world--you are not to read this story by law.
	This story is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to persons living
or dead or to events that may have occurred, is purely coincidental.
	The author claims all copyrights to this story and no duplication
or publication of this story is allowed, except by the web sites to which
it has been posted, without the specific consent of the author.

This is a revision of a story I wrote for the Nifty Archive a short while
back. It was suggested, however, that that story would be better served as
a synopsis for what will, in effect, become a multi-chaptered tale that
will go into more intimate detail.

Copyright 2010 EJA


THE WOLF

By

EJA

Chapter One


The mountain range bisected the country for more than two thousand miles
and the forest at its base formed a vast bristly beard. Whole communities
lived and worked within the forest but the residents could go for years
without seeing another living soul, save those of their village.
	Also within the confines of this forest could be found deep pools
that were fed by run-offs from the mountains. These pools would be, for the
most part, hidden away from people's eyes and very few ever saw them.
	There was one pool that was mountain-fed, just like the others. It
was deep within the forest but someone had found it. The boy named Davy had
discovered it when he was nine. He had gotten lost and had climbed up on a
tall spur of rock to see if he could see his village.
	What he actually found was not only his village--or, at least,
the recognisable approach to it--but a shimmering pool that looked
inviting in the heat from the afternoon sun.
	Now that he knew where he was the boy realised he had a couple of
hours to spare before his father came home from the fields. So he went for
a swim.
	And that was the start of his love affair with the pool. By the
time he was ten, the boy was able to find his way through the Great Forest
to it and he would swim and just let the worries of his home life just fade
into the background.
	Just before Davy found the pool his mother passed away. From that
moment on, without her to protect him, the boy's life became a
nightmare. He was expected to cook his father's dinner, prepare him a
breakfast as well as pack a lunch for him to eat while he worked the
fields. He was also expected to keep the house clean and tidy as well as
care for the lawn outside the cottage.
	Davy was uneducated but he had a quick and retentive mind. He found
he could do complex sums in his head. But his greatest talent was his
ability to know what an animal was thinking. He found he could encourage
hens to lay eggs, guard dogs to protect the lambs from predators and any
other chore the various animals in the village were needed to fulfil.
	But then life changed for him. He had been coming to the pool for
better than three years and, as usual, he was hurrying to reach it. Because
of his haste Davy failed to observe the fact that no birds were
singing. They had sensed that a predator was nearby.
	The wolf had been separated from his sire and family for almost as
long as Davy had known of the pool. But, for the past year, he had been
searching for a mate; someone he could take back to his cave below the tree
and make love to. To the wolf he didn't care if this mate turned out to be
male or female; he just wanted something he could bury his big cock--all
of fifteen inches of it--inside.
	He found himself on a spur of rock and spotted a pool close to the
tree line. Below him was a path that led around the spur and descended
toward the forest boundary and the enticing pool.
	Suddenly his sensitive hearing picked up a wayward sound. He stood
rock still and listened intently. Although it had been a few years, he
recognised the sound as that of human footsteps coming along the path just
below his vantage point.
	Davy was eager to see his pool and skipped happily along. He passed
the rock he had passed many times before and barely gave it a glance. At
one time he had climbed atop it to search the terrain for signs of his
village but, since then, he'd not bothered with it in the slightest; it
merely served as a reminder that his objective was close at hand.
	Had he been more vigilant he might have heard the wolf's thoughts
as the great beast studied the blonde-haired child moving below him. His
body was encased in clothing that did nothing to enhance his more natural
beauty. But the wolf appreciated his beauty nonetheless. His cock started
to swell and began to snake its way out of the protective sheath.
	Davy reached the water's tiny beach and began to shed his
inadequate clothes, throwing them behind him; his need to get in the
refreshing liquid was uppermost in his mind and he ignored any stray
thoughts that seeped into his mind. In scant minutes Davy was as naked as
the day he was born and, without hesitation, he launched himself into the
water.
	The splash could clearly by heard to the wolf hiding nearby; he had
moved off the spur and approached the pool along the same path the boy had
taken. He took care not to be heard--he was an expert at that--and
reached the fringes of the trees a short distance from the water's edge.
	To his intense pleasure Wolf saw that the boy's clothes were far
removed from the small sand bar and that there was ample room for him to
stand and intimidate the boy. His cock, still rigid from his lustful
thoughts, swayed between his hind legs.
	Just then an aberrant thought slipped into his mind and made him
wonder where it had come from.
	**Mmm, this water is lovely** it clearly said.
	Wolf shook his head as if to clear it; he wasn't in any water so it
couldn't have been him. And, since there was nothing and no-one else
nearby, the wolf concluded that it was the boy who had spoken. But that
caused another question to pop into his mind. How could the boy have spoken
to him if he didn't know Wolf was there? He was underwater, too, so he
couldn't have spoken.
	The answer came in a blinding flash of intuition. The boy could
communicate with animals. This gave the big creature an idea. Maybe he
wouldn't need to force the lad to accompany him to his home. A short
conversation with a little persuasion might be all that would be necessary
to encourage the lad to come back to his lair.
	Since he didn't want to scare Davy out of his wits and betray his
true intent--not that wolves were capable of lying, just evasion--Wolf
willed his cock to soften and return to its sheath. He stepped out of the
trees and moved toward his objective.
	Davy had been cavorting like a dolphin, his lithe young frame
almost at home in the water than out on dry land. Lost as he was in the
euphoria of the cooling liquid, the youth failed to notice that he had a
visitor waiting patiently on the shoreline.
	At twelve years of age Davy had become used to all manner of things
in and out of the water. But, when he decided that it was time to return to
his duties, he was startled to discover a large wolf was sitting on the
sand bar, watching him. The boy gulped audibly but moved purposefully
toward the great beast.
	When he reached the sloping underwater incline that led to the sand
bar Davy placed his feet firmly on it and walked out of the water. He
sensed that the great creature had no ill-intent toward him so he moved
cautiously toward him. But the creature simply barred his way off the bar
by remaining where he was; Davy, curious now, stood and stared into the
almost hypnotic eyes and found himself being mesmerised by them.
	**I know you're unhappy,** the wolf told him; he had sensed as much
from the thoughts he had read while waiting for the lad to return to dry
land. **If you come with me, I will change that,** he promised.
	Davy was startled; he had heard someone speaking but there was
no-one around other than the beast before him. He stared at the wolf. **Are
you talking to me?** he asked. **How is this possible?** he continued,
receiving an affirmative.
	**I am as much in the dark about it as you are,** the beast
continued. **I can only think that it's a particular talent of yours. I've
never come across it in others--others like yourself, I mean,** he added,
then went on, **Would you be willing to come with me?** he
asked. **Together we could explore this talent of yours and see where it
leads us.**
	**I should get home,** Davy "thought" to the wolf. **My father gets
angry if his meals aren't ready on time.**
	**If you live with me, I would never ask you to do anything you
didn't want to do,** the wolf replied. **Your time would belong to
you. Will you come?**
	Davy made up his mind. **I will come,** he acknowledged. **Anything
has to be better than what I've been doing these last three years.** Since
his mother's death, he meant.
	The wolf had sensed as much and had played on the boy's unhappiness
in order to entice him to his lair where a different fate awaited him.


##To be continued##

Not much in the way of sex but that will change with Chapter Two.