Date: Thu, 6 Jan 2011 09:48:44 +0000
From: john aldridge <pegasusunicorn52@msn.com>
Subject: The Wolf 14

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.
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Copyright © 2010 EJA

THE WOLF

By

EJA

From Chapter Thirteen:
	They looked at the new-born infants. Both were a youthful
combination of the parents. Fur covered their bodies from top to toe and
their genitals were hidden by a thin sheath. They had the hands and feet of
Davy but the ears of their sire. Their heads were human but with a
protruding muzzle indicating their mixed heritage.
	`They're beautiful, aren't they?' Davy whispered, gazing raptly at
the pair in his arms. He had tears in his eyes, too.
	Marrok wasn't too far off. `They are perfect, my love,' he said in
a voice on the verge of awe. `Thank you.' He bent and picked the three most
important people in his life up and returned them to the cave beneath the
tree, thinking their troubles were over.
	Little did he know that their problems were actually just
beginning.


Chapter Fourteen


At about the time Davy was giving birth a meeting was being held in the
hall of his former village.
	`So what if they didn't come back,' one resident said, `I say good
riddance to bad rubbish. The father was an absolute menace; he treated his
boy worse than a servant after the boy's mother died.' The speaker was one
who had experienced the boy after discovering his penchant for sex. Had
circumstances been different, he was thinking, he would have taken the boy
in as his lifetime companion.
	`You're forgetting something, aren't you?' another speaker said.
	`What?'
	`He was the best among us for catching the food we eat,' he
replied. `We've been leading a starvation existence since he went
away—and that was more than six months ago! Unless we're prepared to go
out and forage for meat in the way he did we'll all have to become
vegetarians, or starve!'
	Neither prospect held much appeal for those in the village hall.
	At that moment the large double doors at the end of the hall burst
open and a bedraggled figure virtually fell into the room. Those attending
the meeting gasped as they recognised one of the party who had left to find
the man's son, Davy.
	They gathered round the exhausted man and gave him some brandy to
revive him. After coughing as the fiery liquid worked its way into his
stomach he told his story. He told them how the head tracker had found
faint traces left by the wolf and his human companion and how the man had
found the tree that was their home.
	`I was detailed to be on guard duty,' he went on. `I was to report
twice daily and to warn them of anything approaching.' More brandy was
pressed into his hand and he gulped it down gratefully. `But I was unable
to give any warning!' he said.
	`Why was that?' the village elder asked; it was he who had been
supplying the brandy.
	`We'd been there for about three months and I was about to make my
midday report when I heard the sound of wings,' he recalled. `I looked up
but couldn't see anything. Anyway, I was about to climb onto the plateau
when the flapping stopped. The next thing I saw was the
boy—Davy?—appear out of nowhere and go into the gash in the tree. He
never came out but the wolf then appeared in the same manner as the boy. He
was about to investigate when one of our party stepped out of the tree gash
and went into a crouch.
	`But it was what happened next that sent the hairs on the back of
my neck sticking up in the air. My friend was picked up by nothing and his
neck was snapped like a twig! He dangled there for a few seconds then fell
to the ground! I couldn't believe my eyes! That happened to the next one in
the same way. When the third one appeared the wolf took care of him. That
only left the boy and his father.
	`In the next instant there was a dragon—young, I'm
guessing—standing beside the wolf. The blessed thing can make itself
invisible! That's why I couldn't see what was making the sound of
wings—an invisible dragon!'
	The villagers looked at each other; the man telling this tale was
known for his veracity, his truthfulness. They had no reason to doubt what
he was saying.
	The village elder handed the flask of brandy to their exhausted
companion. `Go and get some rest, Hank,' he said. `We'll discuss what we
must do.'
	`Thank you Elder Alan,' the man called Hank said. He rose and
staggered out of the hall—this time it was the brandy that was making
him weave.
	Elder Alan and the villagers returned to their respective
seats. `There's no doubt as to what Hank was saying,' Elder Alan
provided. `A dragon is bad enough—but one that can make itself invisible
beggars belief. It's obviously some sort of guardian to the boy and his
wolf,' he added, instinct leading him to the truth. `I think we should sort
this problem out once and for all. Who's in agreement? Raise your hand.'
	A solitary hand remained in it's owner's lap. It belonged to the
one who would have liked Davy for himself.
	`Only one dissenter,' Elder Alan noted. `Why Joseph?'
	Joseph shook his head. `From what Hank was telling us, the boy
isn't a prisoner of the dragon or the wolf. Evidently, if he had wanted to
come back here, he would have done so.'
	`So?' Elder Alan asked.
	`Plainly he's happy where he is—he might even be in love with
one of them—so who are we to deny him his chance for happiness? He had
little of it after his mother died. I say we should leave well alone.'
	But the others ignored this piece of sage advice and began making
their plans for the destruction of the dragon and those he was guarding.
	Standing outside the hall door was a dog whose intelligence was far
superior to other dogs in the village. It was he who had introduced Davy to
the pleasures of animal sex. He had sensed the meeting was about Davy and
had stationed himself where he could hear what was transpiring at the
meeting; he had almost been trampled by Hank when that man arrived.
	What Django[spoken without the "D"="Jango"], the Great Dane,
learned over the course of the next few hours had alarm bells ringing in
his head. His young friend was very much in danger from these fools. He
decided to warn the boy and his companions. He took off at a fair rate of
knots.
	It was fortunate that he was able to follow the tracks left by the
lone survivor, Hank, since the man had made no effort to conceal himself
from those he had been watching. The tracks led Django virtually to Davy's
front door.
	Planting himself squarely in front of the tree—he didn't want to
intrude until the others knew he was there—he gave forth a large bark
and waited.
	Movement was detectable within the gash and a head appeared. At
first the Great Dane failed to recognise his former sex partner but when
the rest of the body appeared and stood upright, he knew who it was.
	It spoke directly into his mind. **Django,** it said, **my old
friend.** In a more human tongue, Davy called to Marrok and Xxik. `It's
Django. He's found us.'
	A huge Alpha male wolf appeared from the gash then, a few seconds
later, came the sound of wings and a massive dragon settled beside the dog.
	For a few minutes greetings were exchanged and introductions
made. Then Davy asked, **Why have you come, Django?**
	**To warn you,** the dog replied. Each member of Davy's extended
family—save the twins who were fast asleep in back of the den—heard
him. **The villagers are planning to pay you a visit. It seems they're
nervous of your friend here.** He indicated the dragon with a nod of his
head. **I got the impression that all of you would be better off dead.**
	Davy vented a great sigh. `Why can't they leave us alone?' he asked
of his companions, `we're not doing them any harm,' he added.
	Django had understood what his wolf-like companion said. **I think
they feel that Xxik here is too great a threat. You'd best be on your
guard,** he warned.
	**Would you be willing to be our eyes and ears in the village,
Django?** Davy asked him.
	Up until then Marrok and Xxik had remained silent, letting Davy
question the dog. `What are you planning?' Marrok asked.
	In their old tongue—so that Django knew what was required
without the need for a separate translation—Davy told them, **If we know
what they're planning then we can think up ways to stop it—or at least
put up defensive measures.**
	**I would be honoured to be your eyes and ears,** Django told the
group.
	Davy then turned to Xxik. **I know this means you must break your
oath to the goddess but I need you to be an intermediary between Django and
ourselves. Will you take him back to the village and remain in the
vicinity?**
	Xxik nodded. **This doesn't mean I'm disobeying the goddess,** he
told the boy. **It falls within my orders to protect you both,** he added,
looking at Davy and Marrok. **Come Django. Climb aboard my back and we'll
be on the outskirts of your village in minutes rather than hours.**
	**Good luck, my friend,** Django said and he climbed aboard the
dragon's broad back. **You'll know almost as soon as I will when there's
any news.**
	**Try and recruit some of the other dogs in the village,** Davy
suggested. **The more eyes and ears there are, the better our knowledge
will be.**
	**I will,** Django replied as the dragon took off and headed for
Davy's old home.
	`There are some plans we can make as of now,' Davy told Marrok and
Sabin; Axel was looking after the infants. `But it might be an idea if we
make a thorough inspection of the approaches to this place.'
	`Good idea,' Sabin agreed. He indicated the approach to the top of
the plateau. `I've a thought about that. A way to make it inaccessible,' he
added.
	`So have I,' Marrok said. `The only problem with mine is that
they'll see it's been fortified so they'll know we're expecting them. What
do you have in mind?'

As soon as he was in the air Xxik became invisible—save for a faint
shimmer when seen against something substantial, like a mountaintop—and
transported himself and Django back to Davy's village.
	As they flew the pair got to know each other better and Xxik saw
the reason Davy trusted the dog so.
	**You reckon the village could go to war—just because Davy's
father didn't return?** he asked, incredulous.
	**I gather that Davy's parent was the best provider of food the
village had,** the Great Dane told him. **I've known people go to war for
less reason than that,** he added.
	**I'd had little experience of humans before I met Davy. I hadn't
even known many wolves, either,** he tacked on. **Both seem reasonable
enough.**
	**Alas, not many are like Davy, I'm afraid,** Django told
him. **Davy appears to be the exception rather than the rule. There's not
much further to go,** he said next, recognising the lake where Davy had
first encountered Marrok. **The village is just beyond that spur of
trees. This might be as good a place to set down.**
	**I had planned to set you down right on the outskirts of the
village,** the dragon objected. **I am invisible, after all.**
	**Don't forget what Hank said,** the dog reminded him. **He heard
your wings long before he saw you. Trust me, this is the best place to set
down. It's only a short walk from here.**
	**Okay. There's a lot of sense in what you said.** Xxik raised no
further objections and settled in a clearing that was barely able to hold
his form.
	Django hopped down and was instantly visible. **I'll go and spy out
the land. It might be an idea if you were to stay as you are. Can you nest
in a tree?**
	**I can.**
	**Good. I'll come back at twilight and tell you what I've
found. But, if there's some sort of emergency I'll let you know sooner than
that.**
	Before Xxik could reply Django took of and was soon lost to view.
	The dragon looked around and selected a suitable place to wait for
the dog's return. Seconds later he returned to his normal visible mode but
was still hidden to all but the most searching gaze; his scales blended in
perfectly with the foliage of the massive oak tree he had selected.
	Django saw that the meeting was still going on but knew that many
of those attending it had dogs as pets so he set off in search of them.
	Most windows were open and it only required a moment to perch his
front paws on the lintel of one. At each window he gave a soft "woof"
whenever he saw one of his canine pals.
	**Meet me in the spur in five minutes,** he instructed whenever he
got a response. Most of the recipients gave a soft "woof" in return; yes.
	The first to arrive was given the details of what to listen out for
when his owner returned; the same went for all the others who, to a dog,
arrived within the appointed five minutes. Django was asked by all the dogs
what was going on and he told them that their young friend, Davy, was in
danger from their various masters. He didn't elaborate, simply telling them
that, if they listened carefully, they would understand what the villagers
were planning.
	One of the bigger dogs who had enjoyed similar sexual relations
with Davy as Django was of a mind to want to hurry to the plateau and
organise a defensive ring around it.
	This sounded like a good plan so Django called Xxik. When the
dragon appeared the Great Dane told of the other dog's plan and suggested
he fly back to Davy and report it.

Back inside the tree Marrok and Davy were feeding their young. Each
youngling was sucking avidly on their unsheathed cocks while both sires
indulged in a little kissing.
	`What say we try for another brother or two for this pair when
they're finished?' Davy suggested when they came up for air.
	`Do you feel up to nursing four or five children?' Marrok queried
with a raised eyebrow.
	Davy chuckled but before he could reply he heard the flap of wings
outside the tree. `I think Xxik's back.'
	`That was quick, don't you think?'
	But Davy was unable to reply as his youngster had managed to suck
the ball juice from him; he gasped as the cum jetted into the patient pup's
maw.
	At the same time Marrok's own attachment received his reward and
the adult wolf/human gave a canine growl in response.
	Both pups belched contentedly as their parents laid them in the
straw filled corner. Seconds later both infants were sound asleep.
	Marrok and Davy nodded to Sabin; it was his turn to watch over the
charges. Seconds later both parents were outside the tree and talking with
their scaly friend.
	After hearing what the dragon had to say Davy nodded to him and
suggested they meet in the caves below their den to discuss it.

##To be continued##

My apologies for the lack of sex in this chapter—save for the pups
feeding, that is—but I wanted to establish a new problem for the
occupants of the tree. When said problem concludes, so will this story.
	Should another story be in the offing—I've already worked out
the first couple of chapters in my mind—it will be delivered to Nifty
within three to six months after completion of this tale. The reason for
the gap will be because I want to write the whole story first, not go at it
piecemeal as I did with this tale. This will also give me time to work on
my other multi-chaptered story, `Shayde,' which you should find in the same
section of Nifty as this one.
	Keep letting me know what you think of this and other tales of
mine. As usual my e-mail address is: pegasusunicorn52@msn.com

EJA