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Another wolf tail
By SwampRat
(cl) 1991, 1997 Gay Furry Association

The poem below I got off of a BBS. And it set my mind to wondering...

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WEREWOLF - by TIGER

The moon is full and this creature of the night is howling for release. Tie me
down spread eagle snug unable to move. Eyebolts and ropes assure your safety 
ONE while you stroke, 
 TWO tease, 
  THREE and whip 
   FOUR me in 
    FIVE an erratic 
     SIX rhythm. Adrenaline rushes 
      SEVEN and muscles writhe, 
       EIGHT my moans and screams cuing you 
      NINE through the trans- 
     TEN cendence of flesh. 
    ELEVEN Reason and guidance dissolve 
   TWELVE into animal snarls, 
 THIRTEEN the transformation complete -- the beast 
FULL! released. Raging, writhing, straining at ropes that guard your life, I'm
lost in the frenzy at the darkest edges of a soul made bright in the full moon.

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"Release me!" he screamed.. The man shook his head. "Now, John. You made me
promise not to.." The ragged howl was followed by an unholy snarl. "I will rip
your heart from your body and feast on it in front of your eyes!" A hand worked
the hairy nut-sack. The werewolf rumbled with pleasure, eyes half-lidded.
Watched as the man slid a leg over his chest and sat on him. A soft growl
rumbled through the taught frame as it felt the male work the man-cock
over it's hairy breasts. "Closer.." he growled, blood-lust and mating-lust
burning within him.  The human shifted so the cock was within sniffing
distance.. But no further. With a soft whine, the werewolf slid his tongue out
and caressed the rounded tip.

The man flicked his nipples, hunching against the smooth tongue. "Put it in my
mouth, love.. I wish to taste it." In reply, Mark jerked on his penis, pressing
his butt into the furry chest. The monster moaned in frustration.. Then
grunted, as the man came. None of it reached the floor. The ribbon of muscle
saw to that. Each spurt was caught and flicked into the snout, stopping only
when the flood did also. Then it was wound around his cock, and stripped the
heated flesh of cum. Wanton rut burned all thoughts of blood-letting out of the
creature. He wanted to hump this male until scum poured out his ears! Mark got
himself free of the lewd tonguing, and went over to a table. There was a glass
of wine, and a vial of oil. Sipping at the wine, he poured some into the hoary
muzzle. Then finished the rest off with a quick toss of his head that made the
monster growl and pull harder at his chains.

Now, the oil was streamed over the thick cock that jutted from the werewolf's
crotch. A hand worked it into the flesh well.. John watched as his human mate
squatted over him, gasping as he felt his pole slide into the male's neither
regions. He growled and closed his eyes, reveling in the lust and the feel of a
tight passage around his dick.  Movement brought a gasp from both of them.
Deeper went the throbbing cock, the hairy male straining at his bonds to take
this man fully. The human started to sweat, hunching up and down over his
lover. He rode the furred hips, cock slamming full to the sheath each time,
fingers running up and down the hairy chest, playing with erect nipples. 

The chains were strained to breaking by the monster as he arched his hips. A
ragged howl was followed by a river of spunk splashing into Mark's ass. A final
shudder ran through the animal.. Then he fell back to lay on a sodden heap,
Panting like an overworked steam engine, John looking at his lover through
slitted eyelids. The werewolf found he had enough slack to Just reach the tan
thighs. He stroked them gently..

"Please.." Mark grunted, quietly stating he was a fool...  But he squatted over
the fang-laden muzzle. The creature surged under him, as the teeth snapped shut
on his scrotum. He screeched.. It was like having a warm bear-trap latch on his
balls! He tried to slap the muzzle.. To jump up.. To do something... "Let go!!"
A muffled "No!" Came from the clenched snout. Then he really jerked, as the
tongue lashed at his nuts. Jerking them, mashing them, softly caressing them..
Mark was sure he was going to die. Then the paws slapped his ass, and he
tumbled forward.. To have his balls flicked out and his cock engulfed as a
trout sucks a fly off a pond's surface. Down to the short-n-curly's the tube of
flesh slid into the orifice. Again the chains were stretched to their limits..
But they held. However, the eye-bolts didn't.. Claws dug into his ass, and he
was roughly tossed into a furry lap. The mouth let go of his cock just long
enough to screw itself against his lips in a kiss more lustful that any he had
encountered before..

Then the leech re-attached itself to the fat tip. Mark held onto the shoulders
and twisted, as the teeth and tongue tortured the sensitive underside
unmercifully. In fact, they did their work so well, the creature found himself
with a spurting penis. Gulping the thick stuff down, John allowed the maleness
to slowly inch deeper into his snout. When the black nose got to the thatch of
scented hair, it nosed them for a time, inhaling the heady aroma.. Then the
werewolf Really got down to business. Pawing at the muscular ass, he pistoned
his muzzle around the cock, not stopping until his lover was a limp rag in his
arms. 

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At last, the moon wained. Two men stirred, awakened by the light. "Good
morning.." The shackles were removed. "Broke them again.." A grin. "No tooth
marks... Well, maybe a few.." One hand grabbed a butt-cheek rife with welts and
scratches. A wince.. "Always did play rough.." They both went up to take a
shower and drop into bed for a well-deserved rest, knowing that later on they
would have to fix the wall.. Especially since the New Moon came that night, and
The werewolf would again be howling for blood.. Or maybe a good fuck.

The End