SOULBOUND ‡ FERAL
By Wes
Leigh
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Another werewolf thing. Like most animals, we spent a
large part of our lives engaged in the three Fs of basic survival. Feeding,
fighting and... reproduction.
-- From Stolen by Kelley Armstrong
The lads were running through the forest. Naked, of course. Shifting
between their three forms: wolf, boy and wolfboy. Laughing
and shouting, they disturbed the wildlife that lived in the forest, now quivering
in fear inside their dens.
Connor was at the front of the pack, a dark red blur
streaking through the forest with the other boys in hot pursuit. He was in his element, blood racing as he led
the hunt. Connor slid to a stop, backtracked, and dropped his nose to the
ground, sniffing, tracking. He moved in quick circles, searching the ground. The
rest of the boys dashed forward, snouts in the leaves and dirt, sniffing
eagerly, trying to pick up whatever scent Connor had found.
Connor stopped, pushed his snout into the dirt and blew out
his breath with a snort, then pulled his head back and started digging
frantically, throwing dirt all over Caleb and Dillon, who jumped back and shook
the debris from their fur. Connor, oblivious to the cloud of dirt he was
tossing into the air, kept digging. A foot down, he exposed a narrow tunnel. He
paused, shoved his snout inside the tunnel, and took a deep sniff. Then he
started digging again.
Jacob and Joshua pressed in against Connor, trying to dig in
the same spot, but he snapped at them and they jumped back. Whining softly,
they found their own spots to dig, tossing leaves and earth behind them.
Deep in the burrow, a prairie dog scurried through the
tunnels for a back exit. With wolves tearing up the front of his home, he knew
it was time to make a hasty retreat. He popped his head out carefully, saw the
wolves digging busily away, and dashed out, running as fast as his short legs
would carry him.
Connor and the pack never saw their prey escape, being so
intent on tearing up the earth to get inside the prairie dog's burrow.
Connor paused, panting. He sat back on his haunches and
shifted into human form. Sitting naked in the leaves and dirt, he looked around
him at the boys he had come to think of as his pack. He laughed. A deep bellow
of joy. He hadn't been this happy in a long, long time. Connor shifted into
werewolf form and lifted his snout, howling. The other boys joined him in an
ear-piercing chorus.
Back at the Lodge, Andreas Finnigan and Sean Allen were
sitting at a table on the back porch, sipping coffee.
"How's he getting along?" Sean asked.
Andreas looked over the rail of the porch and peered through
the trees. He could just make out the dark red fur of his adopted son, leading
the rest of the lads in a frenzied chase after some small creature, no doubt. "He
seems to be settling in fine. Gabi dotes on him, and he eats it up. Still not
talking, and I don't know if he ever will."
"The other lads seem to have accepted him just fine," Sean
noted. "My son Dillon worships the ground he walks on."
Andreas nodded slowly. "They've formed a subpack, with
Connor as their alpha."
"Will that be a problem?"
Andreas shook his head. "We had our own subpack growing up,
Sean. You and Liam were always arguing about which of you was going to be my
beta."
Sean chuckled. "Aye. I remember those fights. Liam still insists
he'd have made a better beta."
"I depend on you both. On all the pack, for that matter. We
have to stick together, considering the situation here in Agony."
Sean sipped his coffee. "Yes. Those damned Blooded. Why'd
they have to come here? Couldn't they have found somewhere else to live?"
"Not a day goes by I don't ask those same questions,"
Andreas admitted with a sigh. "We were here first, but they probably had no
idea this was our land when they came here.
Almost a hundred years of petty maneuvering and jockeying for
position. I hate dealing with them."
Sean groaned, "Has it really been that long? Three generations of our Pack, putting up
with vampires in their territory?"
Andreas nodded. "My grandfather was the first Alpha to face
them. I almost wish he'd fought them
off, for better or worse. An all-out war
would have been better than this ridiculous truce we're in." Turning to Sean,
Andreas asked, "I suppose the Blooded are trying to take over the school too?"
Sean shook his head. "Not that I've seen. They're more
interested in the town itself. Buying up the businesses. Running the bank."
"Tis their way, everywhere they go. They control the flow of
money, and thereby secure their position." Andreas looked up and smiled. "I
don't give a damn, as long as they keep out of the hills and away from the
Lodge. They can take over the whole damned town for all I care."
Sean put his cup down. "That's what they've done, for the
most part. The Chamber of Commerce just elected Minerva Smyth as their head."
Andreas growled deep in his chest at the mention of that
name. "One day ..."
Sean growled in response. When his alpha was upset, Sean
instinctively responded, ready to tear out the throat of anyone challenging his
leader and threatening their pack. No matter what the threat might be. Even
vampires.
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A small herd of deer was upwind from the boys. Crouched low,
furry bellies in the dirt, the boys waited for Connor to make his move. He
shifted into human form, pointed at Jacob and Joshua Byrne and motioned for
them to head west. He turned to Donny and Ethan McCoy and sent them to the
east.
Crawling on their bellies, the four stole off through the
trees. Connor watched their progress and waved his hand when they were far
enough away. Then he tilted his head back and mimicked a wolf, baying at the
sky.
Joshua and Jacob nodded their heads, understanding what
Connor wanted. They lifted their snouts and tore the still morning air with
piercing wolf howls. From the other side of the clearing, Ethan and Donny did
the same.
The deer immediately froze, eyes darting to the left and
right, where the howls of wolves were too close for safety. Half the herd
dashed to the north, seeking safety in the thick underbrush. The rest darted to
the south, eyes wide in panic. It was an unfortunate
choice for one buck, who leapt over a fallen log and was knocked to the ground
by a dark red bundle of ravenous fury. Connor latched his fangs around the
buck's throat, sinking deep and strangling the deer's breath as he snapped its
neck and brought it the ground. It suffered only a moment before giving up its
life to the young predators.
The other lads jumped in, locking their jaws on the buck's
flesh, snarling and tearing. Connor waited, his teeth
still clamped on the buck's neck to ensure it was dead.
The McCoy brothers loped up with the Byrne twins close behind.
They rushed for the deer's carcass to join in the feasting. Dillon and Caleb
were shoved roughly aside by the larger wolves. With fangs dripping blood, the
two smaller wolves rushed back in, snapping and snarling. Joshua jumped at
Caleb, growled and knocked the younger wolf onto his back.
From behind a tree nearby, Andreas and Sean watched as a
nasty fight broke out among the wolflings.
Sean began to move forward to break it up, but Andreas put
an arm in front of Sean, holding him back. "Leave it for now. Let's see how it
plays out," Andreas whispered.
Joshua had his fangs at Caleb's throat. The blood lust
clouded his judgement, and all he knew in that moment was that a foe was trying
to steal his kill. He lifted his head, snarled, and tensed his body, ready to
strike Caleb's defenseless neck.
Hurtling in from the side, Connor smashed into Joshua,
knocking him off Caleb and sending Joshua rolling across the ground.
Joshua leapt to his feet, snarling, eyes flashing.
Standing guard over Caleb, Connor growled deep in his chest.
His lips curled up and his fangs, still bloody from the kill, dripped onto the
ground.
Joshua stopped snarling. His lips curled back into an
apologetic scowl. He whimpered and fell to his stomach, his head stretched out on
the dirt in front of him.
Connor looked down at Caleb, who remained frozen on his
back. Connor licked Caleb's face, then nuzzled Caleb gently with his snout.
Caleb rolled over and wagged his tail. He licked Connor's
snout, shaking with puppyish excitement.
Connor nudged Caleb in the direction of Joshua.
Caleb turned toward Joshua and crawled on his belly until he
was right next to Joshua, rolling on his side in submission.
Joshua sat up, keeping Connor in sight. Joshua's body was
tense, ready to spring into action.
Caleb, tail wagging, licked Joshua's snout.
Joshua sat quietly, accepting Caleb's licks, his body
gradually relaxing.
Connor, satisfied that the brief spat was over, turned back
to the deer carcass. He found an open spot around the body and began tearing
into the flesh, enjoying the hot blood that seeped down his throat, feeding his
wolf soul.
Sean and Andreas shifted into wolf form and silently slipped
through the trees, content to see that the boys were safe and working out the
hierarchy of their newly formed pack.
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Gabi brought out two large bowls of stew and a set them in
front of Andreas and Sean where they sat at a table on the back porch.
Andreas pinched Gabi's rear, grinning impishly at her.
She swatted his hand away and said, "I've a new loaf of
bread cooling on the counter. I'll bring you a slice, if you behave
yourselves."
Sean smiled. "I'll take two slices. And another mug of
beer."
Gabi slapped Sean on the back of the head. "I'll bring the
whole loaf of bread and you can cut off all you want. But you can get your own
beer. You know where the keg is."
The men laughed as she walked back inside the Lodge to get
the bread. Stopping at the door, she turned and asked, "Will you call those
ruffians up to eat? They must be hungry, running about all morning like they
have."
Andreas and Sean looked at each other, sharing a knowing
smile. "I don't think they're hungry, Gabi," Andreas said.
She sighed and continued on her way, muttering, "Why I
bother to fix a good meal for `em, I'll never know."
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The boys were stretched out in the shade of a copse of cottonwoods next to the river. They'd eaten their
fill, washed the blood off in the river, and were now dozing off. Caleb was
curled up against Joshua, who held the smaller boy in his arms, their fight
completely forgiven and forgotten. Ethan, Jacob and Dillon were in a tangle of
naked limbs, using each other for a pillow.
Donny lay next to Connor, surreptitiously glancing over at
the powerful teen, admiring his tight, ripped abdominal muscles, his taut
biceps, his thick thighs. Connor had a nice patch of hair growing from his
groin up his belly, ending in a rusty red patch in the center of his chest.
Donny was just a bit jealous that Connor was already so hairy.
Donny glanced down at his own belly. There was just a hint of a fuzzy line
leading from his belly button down to the curly patch of blonde hair above his
cock. Until Connor had come along, Donny had been the biggest, hairiest
wolfling in the pack. Now Connor was here, and Donny felt his position of
leadership fading. And yet, somehow, it didn't bother him. If anything, he felt
more secure, knowing a bigger, stronger wolf was leading him and the other
lads.
Jacob Byrne sat up and grunted, "I'm horny." He grabbed his
cock and started stroking it slowly.
Caleb stirred and poked out his hips, his four-inch boner
jutting out for all to see. "Me too."
Joshua hugged Caleb to his chest and reached down to start
fondling the younger boy's dick. "You're always horny," Joshua mumbled.
Caleb leaned back against Joshua and relaxed in his arms,
enjoying the feeling of the older boy's hands stroking him down there.
Connor looked on as the other boys began boning up and
pairing off. Ethan with Dillon. Jacob and Dennis. They seemed quite comfortable
with what they were doing. Rubbing each other, stroking erections, squeezing
butt cheeks.
The only one who wasn't paired up with anyone was Donny. He
sat quietly next to Connor, waiting to see what Connor wanted to do. Donny was
half-boned up, not bothering to hide his excitement. He glanced down at
Connor's cock, which was rising slowly. In his non-wolf state, Connor's cock
was still impressive, a thick, powerful, seven-inch-long shaft with skin half
hiding the dark purple cap.
"We take care of each other," Donny said, blushing. "The
adults won't let us play with the girls. They don't want a bunch of pups
running around under foot."
Connor tilted his head sideways, frowning in confusion.
"You know ..." Donny said. He formed a circle with his thumb
and finger and slid another finger in and out. "Fucking. Making babies."
Connor shrugged.
"I guess you wouldn't know about that, growing up alone like
you did," Donny said. "If a guy fucks a girl and puts his sperm inside her, she
gets pregnant and has pups."
Connor stared uncomprehending at Donny.
Donny chuckled. "Forget it. It don't
matter anyway. The oldies aren't letting this bunch of randy dogs near the
young bitches, so we take care of each other the best way we know how."
Donny turned to Caleb and said, "Hey, Caleb. Come show
Connor how you keep me happy."
Caleb jumped up and scurried over on hands and knees until
he was in front of Donny. Bending over, Caleb pulled Donny's cock away from his
body and started licking it all over. Donny leaned back, groaned with pleasure,
and put his hands on each side of Caleb's head, urging him to slide his mouth
over Donny's six-inch cock.
Connor watched, amazed, as Caleb gradually swallowed Donny's
cock. Donny was obviously enjoying it, stretching out and thrusting his hips up
into Caleb's face. Caleb didn't seem to mind. He seemed eager to please the
older boy and was trying his best to get every inch of the large cock down his
throat.
Donny turned to Connor and saw Connor's cock was throbbing now.
"You want to try it too, Connor?"
Connor blinked. He wasn't sure what they were doing, but
they seemed to be having a good time.
Donny turned his head and said, "Ethan. Come show Connor how
good you do this."
Ethan grumbled, "Why me? Why not Dillon or Dennis?"
"Because they don't do it as good as you. Connor's first
blowjob should be a good one."
"Alright," Ethan grumbled. He reluctantly released Dillon's
boner and scooted over next to Connor. "Damn. It's huge!"
Donny chuckled. "Just a little bigger than mine. You can do
it."
Ethan sighed and leaned over, licking all around the tip of
Connor's cock, then slid it into his mouth an inch or two before bobbing up and
down.
Connor gasped. He opened his eyes wide, amazed at the sensations
building in his balls. He couldn't help himself. Instinct kicked in and he
began humping Ethan's face, shoving his cock deeper and deeper with each
stroke, making Ethan gag when Connor's cock entered Ethan's throat.
Ethan pulled off and said, "Not so deep, Connor. You'll make
me choke."
Connor frowned, suddenly self-conscious and nervous.
Ethan patted Connor's furry belly. "It's okay, Connor. Just
hold still and let me do all the work."
Connor leaned back and relaxed his body as best he could, trembling
with pleasure as Ethan went to work.
Ethan's mouth was warm, wrapping Connor in wet comfort. With
quick darting motions, Ethan's tongue danced all around, sliding underneath
Connor's foreskin, then tickling inside his piss slit. Ethan's lips gripped
Connor's shaft as they slid down, down all the way to the base, brushing the
furry patch of fur on his belly. Ethan's throat opened up, accepting the end of
Connor's cock and gently squeezing it as Ethan struggled to control his
gagging.
Connor concentrated on keeping his hips still. His hands
gripped the soil underneath him, digging in, curling up in intense pleasure. His
balls pulled up even tighter against his body and danced inside their sack. Then,
despite his efforts to hold back, Connor arched his back and grunted as his
body shook in the throes of an orgasm.
Ethan tried to swallow it all, but it gushed out and kept
flowing, filling his mouth and oozing out past his lips, covering his chin and
Connor's legs with white, sticky cream.
Donny looked on, not surprised at all to see that Connor's
balls were just as impressive as Connor's cock. Definitely their alpha.
The end of SOULBOUND ‡
FERAL, Chapter Two