Note from the Author: This next chapter in this rather twisted tale is a bit more bestial than the first.
Though his eyes did open first, Jacob's keen sense of smell became the first of his senses to register anything of interest. Bacon, he thought. I smell Bacon. Almost immediately a wry grin crossed his tired face as he reminded himself of a dog treat commercial he'd seen. How ironic. Lazily, the young man dressed himself in a white muscle shirt and a pair of pants. As he moved down stairs, Jacob's feet made a slapping noise on the floor.
He moved into the main living area, spotting Lisa immediately. She sat curled on the couch with a book on her lap, chewing on a breakfast sandwich of some kind. Bacon, he thought. He calmed himself and began to move slowly, his special gifts as a loup-garou allowing his silent movement. As he neared her, he leaned forward and, in a gentile motion, took a huge bite from the sandwich. He pulled back and chewed happily as Lisa's brain took a second to register. The second she realized however, Jacob was hit with a blur of blonde hair and the scorn of a hungry woman.
"GET YOUR OWN, PUPPY DOG!" Jacob never even realized what had happened till he was on the ground with the lovely young woman straddling his chest. His brow raised and his lips curled in a wry grin.
"Puppy Dog?" Lisa only nodded.
"Mmmhmm. Puppy dog." She laughed a little as she spoke, "As in, Natalie went out looking for hers this morning." She leaned ever closer, her warm breasts pressing to his chest through her terrycloth robe. "And if I remember last night as it happened, I take it...” Jake surrendered and nodded.
"Yeah, I'm Jake too." Lisa repositioned her face to look into his. She waited a second before asking.
"Tell me everything, now." And he did.
It was almost four years ago. I was just a cub then. My tribe had no place for me, so I was mostly a vagrant. Until Scars the Shadows showed up. He was an elder, no one knows which Tribe. I don't think anyone cares. No one argues with him.
He came and he taught me the ways of the Moon, the legacy of our kind. How we were given the honor of protecting man, as many of them were considered our kin. It was he who helped me with my first task, my Rite of Maturity.
Natalie was only 14 then. Her stepfather was raping her, molested her since she was 10. That's where I came in. His soul was dirty, far beyond cleansing. So, I went to her as her protector. She thought I was just a kind wolf that got hit by a truck and took care of. She was half right, and it was Scars the Shadows who drove the truck that hit me.
Anyway, She took me in and I protected her. In time, I destroyed her stepfather in a fit of rage. How it was that I killed him granted me my name, Burns with Rage. After that, we wandered till we met you....
"...In Chicago. The rapes left Natalie barren and left me with her under my protection.” Lisa’s eyes were wide. They had since moved to the table in the kitchen as he finished the story. She held a cup of coffee in her hands as she listened. When she was sure he had finished, she spoke up.
"Oh dear. I never knew she had gone through that. No wonder the poor thing doesn't talk about her family." A sip of coffee later and Lisa's head shoots to Jacob, a frightened look upon her face.
"Well, you'd better go find her as Jake. She'll get lost."
Natalie called out to her pet as she stood in the trails that lead to the main road. In her hand, the young girl held the leash she often fastened to Jake's collar. Again she called him, the warm Carolina summer sun rising in the treetops.
For a girl of only 18, Natalie was quite pretty. Her auburn hair was kept in a bun at the back of her head and held in place with a Carolina Panthers hat. In fact, her entire outfit bore some resemblance to football. Her shirt was nothing more than a jersey with her name on it. It hid her budding young figure well, just as she liked it. A thin, soft skinned body resided under the baggy pants and shirt; the body of a lovely young woman. And for Natalie, that was her problem.
At her third try to call her wolf, the gray furred lupine burst from the trees and began frantically circling her. He hopped and barked to her, excited to see his friend. Natalie smiled and knelt to the ground, wrapping her arms about her canine protector in a big hug.
In his wolfish tongue, Jacob muttered to himself. The girl could almost crush him with her excitement at times. In his wolf skin, he had to maintain the appearance of an unintelligent animal, though it didn't seem to bother his friend one bit.
Natalie ruffled Jake's fur and kissed his muzzle affectionately before clasping the leash on him. She giggled and scratched his head.
"Hi boy. It's about time you followed us." Jake moved forward and licked her face, something that she said she hated but usually allowed. Only, as per last night's adventure, he hesitated a bit. Natalie didn't notice and squealed, toppling back on her butt.
"Oh, you nasty wolf." She laughed a bit more and opened her eyes, clenched as he licked her before. Instead of his muzzle, she saw between his legs, and her eyes met the sheath that sat there. Ready and waiting for something. Natalie’s eyes were wide. The very tip of her wolf pet’s penis was protruding from the furry covering. Looking up, she noticed that Jake wasn’t paying much attention, his eye catching a rabbit as it ran past. Reaching around his front legs, Natalie’s sound palm found it’s way across the wolf’s sheath, soliciting a lurch from her pet. His furry head turned to look directly into Natalie’s own. He was frightened, it was clear.
Jake was paralyzed. Last night, he had made brutal love to Lisa in his powerful garou shape. Now, in his wolf skin, his friend, the one he’d sworn to protect, was advancing on him. He had no idea what to think. She was so innocent, she thought, Now, she’s trying to jerk off a wolf?
Natalie didn’t see that part, just a frightened friend. She hushed his whimpering and stroked his head with her free hand. Her fingers continued their course, coaxing more of the moist shaft from it’s hiding place. Jake only shuttered and whined, and Natalie continued. She was transfixed on it, it had wedged into her mind. She stroked her friend's furry coat and whispered to him, softly and gently.
