Date: Wed, 13 Mar 2013 09:12:53 -0600
From: mowgliwolfboy@hushmail.com
Subject: Lord of the Wolves-First Moon

	The fire crackled and popped as Jack dropped another log
onto it.  The heat radiating from the flames caressed his skin
in a way he found pleasant despite the humid jungle air, but
he found himself backing away from the intensity of them
without really meaning to.  A smug smile spread across his
face as he watched the fire begin consuming the new log,
growing bigger from the new fuel.
	As sparks from the flames spiraled up into the night sky,
memories from a different world popped into his head.  He
could almost taste the chalk dust choked air from his boarding
school, and the rhythmic tap of a piece of chalk against slate
would mark the beginning of whatever boring lesson the Latin
teacher would make him memorize.  Just thinking about the
uncomfortable wool uniforms worn at the school made him want
to start scratching all over.
	A sight above the spiraling sparks snapped him out of his
reverie.  The full moon loomed over the fire like the eye of
some great beast, and the blood red glow resurrected another
memory for Jack.  He recalled the wrench he felt in his
shoulder when he thrust a wooden spear into the side of a wild
pig and the soaring excitement he felt up hearing the pigs
dying scream.
	He felt the muscles in his face stretch up into the self
satisfied smile once again.  His Latin teacher would gasp in
dismay if he saw the proud hunter Jack had become, Jack
enjoyed the mental image of himself strutting through the hall
of his school barefoot, clad in only war paint, a knife belt,
and a pair of tattered and threadbare briefs.
	"Are you lost somewhere?" Ralph asked.
	The sound of Ralph's voice and the chummy weight of a
hand upon the shoulder pulled Jack's attention away from the
moon.  He found Ralph's touch pleasant until he remembered the
moment Ralph humiliated him in front of the other boys trapped
on the island with them and then gave Ralph a sharp shove.
Ralph stumbled a few steps and flailed his arms before falling
over backwards.
	"What did you do that for?" Ralph asked.
	"Just keep away from me," Jack said.
	Ralph fixed him with a steady gaze, and Jack clenched his
fists and tensed up in preparation for a fight.  The contempt
in Ralph's blued eyes left Jack feeling challenged and
spoiling for a chance to prove his superior strength.  When
Ralph stood and shrugged before walking away to sit beside
Piggy on the other side of the fire, Jack found himself
feeling disappointed.
	Why would an athletic boy like Ralph sit next to Piggy?
Just hearing the fat boy toss around large words made Jack
want to punch the kid, but Ralph seemed to hang around with
him more and more.  If they didn't use Piggy's thick glasses
to light fires, Jack wouldn't have any use for him at all.
	Hairs on the back of his neck standing up made Jack aware
of several pairs of eyes watching him.  The other boys sitting
around, including ones Jack had lead on a pig hunt, saw the
exchange that had just taken place between Jack and Ralph.
The thought of looking foolish in front of the whole group
brought the heat of the fire to Jack's cheeks.
	He shot a glare at Ralph and Piggy.  "What are you
staring at?"
	Ralph and Piggy exchanged a glance but said nothing.
Provoked by their bemused expressions, Jack spit across the
fire at them.  The flying saliva dropped into the flames with
no effect beyond a slight hiss, though Jack felt sure he had
made his feelings clear.  He beat one fist against his chest
before turning his back on Ralph and Piggy.
	His eyes wandered toward the sky again, locking on the
moon, and the moon pulled at the blood in his veins the way it
works the tides.  His heart started hammering against his
chest at the same time he started feeling light headed and his
thinking grew fuzzy.  His chest rose and fell like the waves
crashing against the shores of the island.
	Heat like he felt when he stood close to the fire played
upon his sun touched skin.  His rising temperature raised
sheen of sweat on his skin, and the trails of sweat made the
sharp angles of his wiry body glow as they caught the fire
light.  What remained of his briefs clung to his skin as sweat
soaked through the threadbare fabric.
	Blood began flowing to his groin, make him feel even more
light headed.  His penis pushed against the front of his sweat
slick briefs as it grew hard, and the feeling of constriction
irritated more than the thought of a wool uniform.  His eyes
drifted away from the moon and focused on his building
erection.
	Clenching his teeth, he seized the front of his briefs
and peeled the material away from his body.  The thrill of
hearing the rip of the tearing fabric increased the pressure
on his boner.  When he turned back toward the fire clutching
the scraps of the only clothing he had left, precum glistened
at the tip of his erect penis.
	With a grunt of contempt, he tossed the scraps of the
briefs into the fire.  He noticed several boys staring at him
with their mouths hanging open, but standing naked in front of
them did not make him feel embarrassed.  He grinned and thrust
his hips forward to show off for his audience.
	A tingling sensation started in his balls and spread over
the rest of his body.  The precum on the tip of his penis
started dripping to the ground, and he clenched his fists at
his sides as his penis grew stiffer.  He felt all the muscles
in his body grow taut.  The muscles grew more defined, as if
someone had etched them in black marker, and strange and wild
hungers welled up someplace inside him.
	Spikes of pain and pleasure in his groin made him look
down at his crotch.  Black fur sprouted from his balls and
started spreading over the rest of his naked body.  A fur-
lined sheath started growing to envelop his penis, and his
penis grew into the pink and pointed cock of a wolf.
	A series of loud popping noises filled the night as his
skeleton started to reshape itself.  He clenched his teeth
against the white-hot pain, but it grew so intense he fell to
his knees and let out a strangled scream.  Tears blurred his
vision.
	Pleasure mixed with the pain as the black spread over
more of his body.  The pleasure grew more intense, and when a
tail started growing at the base of his spine, he could no
longer tell where his pain ended and the pleasure began.
	The animal hungers grew stronger, pushing against his
thoughts.  Thoughts of the hunt and other primal urges drowned
out his fears, and his scream broke apart and degenerated into
a spittle-slinging snarl.  A steady flow of precum trickled
from his wolf cock the way water trickles through a stream.
	His fingers spread in the dirt as his nails grew into a
set of wicked black claws, and his snarls deepened into savage
bellows as his face pushed forward into a muzzle full of
gleaming white fangs.  As his ears grew pointed and moved to
the top of his head, he could hear the frantic heart beats of
the boys sitting around the fire.  A line of drool slid down
his muzzle as the smell of their fear filled his nose.
	What remained of his human mind reveled in the strength
of his bestial body, and savage joy filled him as his mind
shook off the last shackles of civilization.  Pleasure
mightier than anything he had ever experienced overwhelmed
him, starting in his groin and spreading through the rest of
his quivering body.  As cum gushed from his throbbing
wolfcock, he threw his head back and let out a howl that
filled the night.
	The howl subsided after what seemed like an eternity, and
he panted a moment before he recovered.  He shook his fur
clean and stood up.  The boys around the fire had sat frozen
as they watched Jack's change, but as Jack turned his
attention to them, they got up and started to back away.
	"Jack?" Ralph asked.
	His voice quaked with fear.  Hearing his name, Jack
turned his head toward Ralph.  The growl rumbling in his chest
sounded like distant thunder, and as a whimpering Piggy
slipped behind Ralph, the growl grew louder.
	One of the littleuns fled toward the jungle.  Almost all
the boys followed the littleuns example, but Ralph held up the
palms of his hands, begging Jack to stay calm.  Jack let out a
bone rattling snarl as Piggy shrieked and started huffing his
way toward the trees.
	As Jack dropped to all fours and chased after Piggy, he
found his entire body moved as one fluid whole.  Ralph ran
into Jack's path, and Jack stopped just long enough to swat
Jack aside.  The blow knocked Ralph into the air while Jack's
claws left deep scratches on Ralph's chest.
	Ralph landed in a heap, grunting as all the air whished
from his lungs.  Jack resumed his pursuit of the blubbering
Piggy. Even though the blubbering boy had almost made past the
tree line, Jack covered the space between them in a few heart
beats.
	An electric thrill went up Jack's spine as he sank his
fangs into Piggy's leg.  The bone snapped like a twig between
his jaws, and the hot blood poring over Jack's canine tongue
tasted like a sweet juice.
	Piggy fell to the ground screaming when Jack released
him.  He tried to drag himself away from Jack, but Jack
pounced on him.  Feeling the boy struggling under him, Jack
bit into the back of the boy's skull.
	Piggy's lifeless body went limp, and Jack lifted his
blood-covered muzzle to the sky.  He let loose a howl of
triumph that came from beneath his furry balls and the bottom
of his savage soul.  After the howl subsided, he set about
ripping into his first kill and eating his fill.