The following story contains explicit sexual
content, references to drugs which are illegal
in some US states, and domination. A disclaimer
follows the story, and I highly encourage
you to read it if you are not familiar with
Salvia divinorum, an entheogenic plant.
By the way, this story was written under
the influence of Salvia (legal where I am).
It was written to accompany a real personals
ad which is no longer posted because the
furry subculture has degraded into something
I wish no part of anymore.
The story is written from the perspective
of someone who might have answered the ad,
so don't be confused.
Comments are welcome, flames are not. Enjoy.
-Alpha Wolf - alphaofthepack@yahoo.com
by Alpha Wolf
For reasons I only now understand, the title
of his personals ad attracted me. It said
simply: "research subject wanted."
I had been seeking a master, someone to guide
me through life, to teach me - though it
was something I never clearly understood.
I thought I needed someone to simply dominate
me sexually, or perhaps to play the role
of master to my role of pet. But I didn't
entirely understand, and now realize I never
could - I needed a teacher, a guide, in order
to gain that understanding. But I only know
that now, after meeting my...gosh, what do
I call him...teacher, master, father, guide,
leader. Yes, leader...that's exactly what
he is. He likes the term "alpha,"
because he, as I later discovered, is actually
a wolf. But after all, what is an alpha but
a leader.
I responded to his ad thinking to myself
that I'd try yet another master to see what
would come of it. Deep inside, I was looking
for the real thing, testing to see if anyone
were truly my master, truly knew the path
I should be on. He seemed to say all the
right things in his ad. What I felt was most
odd was how comfortable he was with his limitations.
It actually made me think, at first, that
he couldn't possibly be a true master. All
the previous masters I had known embodied
physical traits and an attitude of dominance.
Only now do I realize that these were efforts
by pretend-masters to make me think they
were real masters. These were people exuding
false confidence. But my master, my alpha;
while seeming to lack such confidence, had,
as I now realize, true confidence. He didn't
care what other people thought - which I
now understand I initially mistook for inability
and inexperience on his part. But considering
none of my previous masters panned out yet
all had that same air of confidence, I realize
that of course I was looking at things all-wrong.
Fortunately, my instincts overrode my desires
and I continued talking with my alpha. We
got to know each other, and my confidence
- initially faltered by my past experience
and ignorance of what a true leader is -
slowly but surely built up to a level where
I was more than comfortable with the idea
of physically submitting to him.
And so it was that we met. We had arranged
for me to stay with him, to visit, for a
brief time during a week's vacation. I figured
that visiting him was worth the vacation
time even if things didn't pan out as he
was just so interesting to talk to that meeting
him and spending time was worth risking precious
vacation time. Anything else would be a bonus.
We started off with the usual casual stuff
- getting to know him, looking at his photographs
of wolves, his furry art collection, and
of course his furry porn - a curiously small
collection of very, very nice pieces - all
centered on the theme of transformation,
especially into wolves; something that appealed
to me intensely. We watched a movie out of
his vast laserdisc collection and the experience
lived up to his promise - analog video rocks,
I must say.
We had some casual sex. I submitted to him,
and he treated me as a true bitch in heat.
I could easily sense he was off in a different
place - this was no mere human straddling
me as I knelt on the bed, arms splayed in
front of me as he held me up, his arms locked
between my thighs and stomach as he pistoned
in and out of me, panting and otherwise silent
- this was a wolf. Had I been stoned or drunk
enough, or on a hallucinogen, I imagine it
would have been quite easy and felt quite
natural to see him as a real wolf, eyes closed,
maw agape as he panted, fucking away at the
bitch under him.
But the marvelous sexual experience that
first night was nothing. And I mean that
in the most cosmic sense. I barely remember
who I was before that second night. I have
little sense of how I could have lived before
that eventful night that quite literally
changed my life.
We had spoken about Salvia divinorum, Divine Sage as it is also known, during
casual conversation the previous night. We
discussed it at-length that day. I had tried
it before, I had tried other hallucinogens
before, though for me it was mere entertainment,
mere escapism. He told me that Salvia was
a grossly misunderstood and abused tool that
has special properties to alter the mind
in a certain way. He told me that Salvia divinorum, or rather the active principle in it, Salvinorin
A, somehow allowed the human mind to sever
its artificial hold on reality. A curious
concept - an artificial hold on reality;
but one which I now fully understand. Traditionally,
Salvia was used for healing and divination
by masters who had been taught by other masters
in its use. Even as I asked him who the original
master was, he indicated that sometimes,
a master was able to teach himself the arts
- as had been done initially when Salvia's
properties were first discovered and used
for divination purposes. I knew what he was
going to say next - not because of the logic
of the conversation or because I felt he
was going to say what I wanted to hear; but
because I genuinely realized that here I
was, talking to someone who had become a
master, a teacher, a diviner, a shaman if
you will, all on his own - a true master.
Later that evening, he asked me if I was
ready and willing. I knew what he meant,
but he asked me to clarify, asked me to confirm,
to testify as it were that I was truly ready
to submit to him, to my new life - if it
were to be what I truly wanted. He asked
me if I could accept physical change too.
Heck, I was done with life as a human, and
somehow I knew that he could actually help
me change - if I was truly ready. He told
me it would only be temporary - to allow
me to decide if it was what I really wanted.
But I believed him, that I would actually
change.
And so, we went into the bedroom. He instructed
me to strip and lay on the bed. He talked
me through relaxing my body, then my mind.
Then he asked me to sit up and take a large
hit of Salvia. "This is Salvia I grew
myself" he told me as he handed me the
glass bong. I followed his detailed instructions.
The last thing I remember, in my human form
that is, is taking in the smoke and holding
my breath.
The effects of Salvia come on extremely quickly
- too fast for most people. He knew I was
experienced with it, but only his presence
with me, as my guide and teacher, my leader
and master, could have possibly prepared
me for what happened. He had turned off the
lights. All was dark. Salvia is an internal,
experiential hallucinogen, and shutting off
visual input allows for greater effect. And
as I let out my breath - at his hest - he
began petting me. He softly stroked my body,
digging his nails ever so gently yet firmly
into my skin the way you would when petting
a dog with thick fur. He communicated to
me that I was his, his wolf. He started to
describe my wolf body, and everywhere that
his hands ran over the surface of my body,
I could feel my fur and other aspects of
my wolf-like body. His touch seemed to be
catalyzing my change. He caressed my torso,
moved to my limbs - each feeling like a wolf's
as he tended to them. My hands were paws
as he touched them and described them to
me. He held me against him, hot breath on
my neck as he caressed my back and moved
his hands down my tail...MY TAIL! The realization
was fleeting as it quickly progressed to
acceptance of this new reality. He moved
his hands back up, up my neck and over my
head and scritched me behind my now-canine
ears. He caressed my muzzle ever-so-gently,
then shot his tongue into my muzzle, rubbing
it over my canine teeth. I instinctively
shot my tongue back into his mouth, feeling
my long-canine tongue reach deep into his
maw- he briefly gagged, though only slightly,
as my tongue apparently slipped past his
tonsils.
He then moved his arms down to my shoulders,
briefly pushing me away, breaking the previously
persistent contact. All of a sudden I was
in this world alone. I felt empty. I felt
hollow. I felt without purpose. And I felt
naked, my soul bared for all to see, all
to punish and scar. I felt an intense version
of what I had always felt; but a feeling
that had suddenly become foreign to me in
the previous moments in which he had been
caressing and changing me.
And just as suddenly, the feeling was gone
as his hands were against my chest. He moved
them down, down to my belly, down to my thighs,
and in towards my groin. He grabbed my cock
and held it tight. He exhaled as he touched
me, the breath merely a prelude to his speaking.
His voice was a light in the darkness even
before words came. He asked me if I was ready
to cum as a wolf, if I was ready to become
HIS wolf. It came from me almost hiss-like,
a thread of drool connecting my lips as I
spoke the words which sealed my fate.
"...yyyYESsss..."
Salvia spoke to me next, telling me in a
bubbly voice, that my master was preparing
to take me. I didn't feel alone this time
despite his contact no longer being on me,
his hands no longer caressing my still-human
cock. Salvia then told me to get ready and
I got on my hands and knees - or was it my
four feet, I couldn't really tell - Salvia
told me it didn't matter. I heard him breath
out, a long exhale that signalled the wind
that would blow over me in my final moments
of change. I knew the outcome, the experience
already done in my mind as I felt his body
against my butt. I felt him lift my tail,
I felt his cock enter me. I guess Salvia
relaxes your sphincter, as his entire length
slipped into me quite easily, my ass seeming
to hunger for his cock. Soon I felt the familiar
feeling of his arms against my furry thighs.
Wait, was that right, was that familiar?
Salvia told me it was. Salvia also told me
to tell him to take me, so I did. The pressure
in my ass - my tailhole rather, was nothing
compared to the pressure in my cock. Even
as I felt it, I heard my alpha ask me how
my cock felt, how my knot felt. I had no
need to touch myself, I had no need for light
or even eyes to see my cock becoming canine,
my knot inflating.
Nor did I need eyes or other senses to know
he was changing into a wolf as well. His
breath was hot against my back and neck,
his drool falling onto my fur, dripping through
it as it traced a path to my side along my
skin, then tracing back out to the ends of
my fur as it dripped away. His wolf cock
was fully in me, the knot engorged beyond
anything I could imagine. I could see it
within me, feel every bulging vein, feel
the fluids that precursor an orgasm in a
wolf spurting into me with such intesity
that each shot of fluid felt like a firm
rod inside me, thrusting further into me.
His breaths became gutteral. He was panting
heavily now. From the grunts and growls,
I knew he was ready. I knew that every drop
of his cum that was about to enter my body
would also enter my bloodstream, that we
would become connected, that his wolf cum
would infect my body. I knew that in a matter
of mere moments, I would be human again;
but that inside of me would grow this seed
- his seed, and that I was becoming a wolf
inside, and that I would join with him, become
a member of his pack.
Salvia then told me that my human cum needed
to leave my body so that his wolf cum could
replace it. This would be the last time human
cum came from me, I knew that. The pressure
inside me was beyond anything I had ever
previously experienced; both in intensity
and in the sheer and utter pleasure - pleasure
I never knew could be possible. My experience
became a blur of visions of my life as a
wolf, as his wolf: running through the forest;
making fursuits; tying with each other in
the woods as wolves; travelling and camping
as humans; meeting other wolves; meeting
other people. So intense were the thoughts
in those moments that I can scarcely describe
them now.
And the world exploded...into me and out
of me simultaneously. His wolf seed exploded
into me with burning pleasure. Each explosive
pulse of his cock created one in me as I
too came. I felt my cum leaving my body with
a powerful shot that I could hear and feel
hit the bed. I later discovered this was
not the Salvia that made me see and experience
the shooting sensation - as I came so hard
that it shot all the way out from under me,
even hitting my face...which had been my
muzzle at the time.
In that supremely intense moment of the most
incredible orgasm I had every experienced,
I knew I was a wolf, that here I had finally
found my master, my apha. And in that moment
I knew what I had been searching for and
had found:
Peace.
Epilogue:
It has been months since I moved in with
my alpha. We are humans on the outside -
necessary for what we are doing for our wild
brethren who so desperately need human intervention
on their behalf - but occasionally we escape
to the woods, or just to our basement, to
live ever so briefly as the wolves we are
deep inside.
The joy I experience living life is something
now realize I could have never understood
before meeting my alpha. I have meaning.
I have purpose. I am contributing not only
to a greater cause - that of wolves and wolf
recovery; but to mankind, and to my own self,
my own soul.
I realize now that I was trying to become
a student. And now, a student is exactly
what I have become. Well, a rather furry
student...
Disclaimer
Salvia Divinorum, its active principle being
Salvinorin A which acts as described in this
story, is an intense and powerful hallucinogen-like
agent. While still legal to possess in most
states, it is illegal to sell for purposes
of smoking - and for good reason. While I
don't subscribe to the notion of outlawing
something for everyone just because some
will and do abuse it, I do believe that there
isn't a lot of respect for what Salvia is
and does.
In other words, do NOT try Salvia just because
you are curious. Salvia is a tool. It induces
a dream-like state in the user. And honestly,
most humans are not ready for the experience
of living a waking dream. So powerful is
the experience that most people cannot handle
it. This has had the beneficial effect of
turning off most users after their first
try, fortunately - but it can do permanent
psychological damage in some people, and
those people NEVER know if they are susceptible
until its too late.. Try to imagine if your
dreams and nightmares became real - and you
were fully awake and unable to control the
content of those dreams. That is the danger
of Salvia. I don't think even a skilled lucid
dreamer would be ready for the experience.
If you are curious and still want to pursue
Salvia, please do research, and find someone
who can teach you. As indicated in the story,
there aren't many people out there with the
ability to learn such things on their own.
And, not to sound rude or anything, but I
pretty much guarantee you aren't one of them.
And please, show a little respect for Salvia,
or Divine Sage as it is also know. It isn't
a sex-aid, it is a very serious tool for
divination and healing. It has tremendous
value to the right kind of person, but only
if used for the right reasons.
Thanks, I hope you enjoyed the story.