It was a cool October evening, the wind is blowing just enough to rattle the leaves in the trees. It's just a little cool, about 45ºF. And other than that occasional sound of wind and the slight rustle of leaves the only other sound is my shoes on the asphalt as I walk down the side of the road.

it was following me. Just like it often did when I want out walking at night. I could never sleep at night. Not even when I was a baby. So I'd often walk around outside to try and burn off a little energy. If I was lucky, I might get a few winks before the sun came up.

I loved it outside at night, it was always so calm and peaceful. I lived in a pretty rural area when I was young, the kind of place where everything was at least a few miles away. The nearest Walmart was like 20 miles down the road. I liked it. I still sometimes dream of living somewhere like that.

I pulled out a cigarette and lit it. Taking a long pull on it and breathing out through my nose. I could hear everything, feel everything around me. I felt at one with the world. I wasn't afraid of the dark. There were no people out here but me, I was safe. The grass on the other side of the road stirred, and a deer's head popped up. I figured it either saw the light of my cigarette lighter or smelled me, or the smoke from my cigarette. It looked at me for a second before laying it's head back down. I wasn't a threat to it, but it was odd that it would be there by the road, and awake enough to notice me that late at night.

I walked along for a little longer, not really thinking much of it. I figured the deer was the thing following me. Which wouldn't have been all that weird, deer are inquisitive things. I hadn't realized at the time how strange it was that it was up and active at about 1:30. Though that said, the deer might have thought the same thing of me.

I came to a field along the side of the road and walked in, the moon was full so I could see everything. And a part of it was mowed as there was a little softball field on a portion of the field it's self. like in the corner closest to the long driveway that went past rows of grapes that lined the road. I walked to the center of the softball pitch where the grass was nicely mowed and just sat down on the ground.

I just wanted to enjoy the quiet of the night for a while. I was all alone, no one else around. I closed my eyes and listened to the night around me, took the cool air into my nose and let the scent of the grass and the nearby woods in. I could hear the wind there blowing through the tall grass that covered the rest of the field. It was relaxing. I was very at ease.

I sat there for the better part of an hour, just taking in the world around me in every way. Letting my senses reach out into the world around me and tell me about it. I remember looking up at the moon and letting out a little howl. ... and then hearing one in return.

I hadn't done it very loud. Loud enough to hear, but not loud enough anyone else would have heard me. Then a black dog came out of the grass at the edge of the field. I don't know who's dog it was, but his tail was wagging, so I patted my knee and said “hey buddy” And he walked over.

It wasn't unusual, I'd had that kind of thing happen before. I liked dogs, and they liked me in general. He was a medium sized dog, with medium length hair and some white fur on his chest and feet. I petted him and he sat down next to me. We just kind of hung out for a while. Then I got up and decided to continue my walk. I brushed off my pants and started walking back to the road, the dog followed.

I didn't think a lot of it. There wasn't any real traffic on the roads out there at night, and I figured he'd head home when I started moving away from the area. I continued walking up the hill near my house, till eventually taking a left and heading along a different road. By this time the moon was about as high in the sky as it was going to get. It was amazing how much light there was. My eyes were better then, it was almost like twilight, so I could see a lot. But all of it in near black and white.

I'd been out for a bout an hour and a half, and I could feel the temp dropping just a little. It would probably be 40ºF by dawn. I had my coat but the walking kept me warm enough I didn't really need it. So it hung open on me, unzipped. My new friend decided the strings hanging off it would be fun to play with and started pulling on one. I shouldn't have encouraged him but I couldn't help pulling back, a little game of tug of war ensued. I let him win after a few pulls, then shortened the ropes so that they didn't hang down. I didn't really want him chewing on my coat.

We turned another corner and the road turned surprisingly darker. There were more trees along this part of the road that were right up close, and while leaves were turned at this point the trees still largely had their foliage, so they were blocking a lot of the moonlight.

There was a spot there the road curved in an S shape. An accuaintance of mine lived there. We weren't quite friends, but we knew one another. He was as much a night owl as me, so it wasn't surprising he was sitting in his garage with a beer. He saw me and waved me over.

“You get a new dog?”

“No, He just started following me as I was walking. I figure he'll go home at some point. You know who he belongs to?”

“Not of the top of my head.”

We went back and forth for a few minutes before he finished his beer and said he was going to head in. I moved along, the black dog still in tow. By then it was about 2:30 so I decided to turn back. I went back the way I came, back around the S curve and into the moonlight. My little sidekick trotting at my side. I reached down and petted his head, he seemed too well behaved to be a stray, but still hadn't pealed off to go home. Then as we were walking back down the hill, we passed a long driveway, I hadn't even seen it on the way up, but that was where the dog turned off. He ran to the front of the driveway, turned back to look at me, then carried on.

“Well, at least now I know where you live”. I thought to myself. I kinda' missed him as I carried on. I made those kind of walks all the time, but usually alone. It was nice to have a little company for a change. As I was walking back past the field a little farther down the hill, I heard movement in the grass. Maybe I wasn't as alone as I thought. I stopped and scanned the side of the road and the rows of grapes, but nothing stood out. No movement, no other sounds. I shrugged it off. Maybe that deer was still hanging around. This was about the right area. I pulled out another cigarette and put it to my lips. Then pulled out my lighter and flipped it open, lighting it in the same motion. I started taking a drag to get the cigarette lit when I saw the reflection in the grass of two eyes, staring straight at me, straight at the flame of my lighter.

I wasn't immediately surprised. It wasn't uncommon to see things in the grass out here at night. Rabbits, foxes, coyotes, deer, stray cats and dogs, once in a blue moon even little black bears. I closed my lighter and looked just to the side of it. Not making eye contact, just incase. It took a second for my eyes to readjust after the bright flame. But then I saw it move. I didn't see it because the grass was too tall, but I saw the grass that moved when it did, and I could tell it was large. I kept my eyes on where it was and started to slowly walk away. Most wild animals are as eager to move away from you as you are of them so they'll usually either back off slowly or dart away when they see you moving away. But this just moved parallel to me. Slowly along the other side of the road, just deep enough in the grass so I couldn't see it.

I also didn't notice right away that it wasn't alone. I was watching the grass on the other side of the road move steadily along with me so intently, that I didn't even hear anything come up behind me until it was only a few feet away. I turned just in time to be knocked to the ground! I put my arms in front of my face and felt jaws clamp down on them! My own blood started dripping on my face! I tried to scream, but I couldn't, it was on top of me and the weight of it kept me from getting enough breath to yell. Then suddenly something slammed into both of us! I kept my arms over my face, but could feel the ting on top of me got shoved off and I could hear the growls and the sound of clapping jaws. I peeked from between my folded arms and could see a scuffle happening in the tall grass. They were rolling around wrestling and biting at one another!

Then I heard another sound, dogs. Not just one but many! They were barking and growling as they came upon us! I saw the dog I'd been walking with amongst them as he crossed the road into the tall grass with the others. The two creatures ran on all fours, and I could see them fully for the first time as they crossed the road in front of me. Large, wolflike, they bolted away, torn up a little by each other, taking an extra bite here and there from the dogs!

I couldn't see how badly I was hurt, I just knew I was bleeding. I turned into the grape vineyards and ran straight towards my house. Hoping that the grapes would give me cover if they all decided to head back my way. Panting and bloodied I got home, got inside, and locked everything I could. Then I locked myself in the bathroom and tended my wounds. My arm was torn up, but not as bad as I thought it would be. My jacket had protected me from the worst of it. I washed out the wound and bandaged myself up. By that time in my life I'd already been vaccinated against rabies, so at least I didn't have to worry about that. I spent the rest of the night just being quiet, and staying away from any windows.

The next day, after the sun was up, I walked back out there. I wanted to see if there was anything left from the night before. I found some torn up grass, and a little bit of blood... Then I found a tooth. A broken canine. I squatted down to pick it up and just as I was about to stand back up, a cold nose pressed against my ear and then a tongue licked the side of my face.

The dog from the previous night was there, he sat next to me and I pet his head. Then I noticed his right front leg was bandaged up.

“Looks like he got us both eh.” I said. Then from behind us, a gruff voice said, “I guess I'm not the only one looking this place over today.” It was an older man, looking like he was in his early 60's. Thin and a little shorter than me. I turned to face him as I stood up and he noticed my arm.

“Looks like you both had it a bit rough last night.” He pointed where he was looking, at my bandaged arm.

“We match.” I pointed at the dog.

“That's my dog Shemp, he and a couple of my other dogs came back a little torn up this morning, you have anything to do with that?”

“No, well... Not directly. I didn't hurt your dog.”

“No, I didn't figure you did. He wouldn't sit with you like that if you did. Were you bitten last night?”

“Yeah... Why?”

“Come with me, we need to talk.”

Over the course of the next two hours, my life changed forever...

You panic! “What did I do last night, where have I been?!”

Then a single drop falls from your nose onto your chest… “A nose bleed. It was just a nose bleed.” You sigh in relief as you stuff a little toilet paper in the offending nostril and start washing up.

I was losing my mind at my desk job, working as a consultant in Sacramento California. Having people hire me, ask for my input, and then constantly tell me no. My last client was so bad things almost literally came to blows. That was it, I was done. I wanted out. So I found a little town in middle of nowhere Montana, and picked up a job with a logging crew. I wanted something that was as far distant as possible from my prior life, and I got it.

It was hard, and at first I had a really hard time adjusting from a job that was mentally hard to one that was physically so. It was honestly a bit too much for me, and I was afraid I'd bitten off more than I could chew. Fortunately, a couple of the guys, Olaf and Sven, took me under their wings and showed me a few tricks to help me adjust. They had both been doing this for a while so it was all old hat to them. Between their pointers, and the occasional smack in the head, I got myself adjusted and actually started enjoying the work. It was hard, but it was simple. And no one was constantly telling me no. That it's self was a little slice of heaven.

Along the way, the three of us became pretty good friends. I found out that they had moved here a couple years ago from Norway and their real names were Olav and Torben, our boss Reese just jokingly called them Olaf and Sven one time and it stuck. They didn't seem to mind. Also, They lived together in a little house across town from me. On the side closer to where we met up to head out to work. That was part of how we actually became friends, Since I had to go past their place to get home from work, they'd sometimes invite me in to hang out for a bit before heading the rest of the way home. I started looking forward to it on these colder evenings as fall was progressing into winter. Hanging out for a little while for a warm cup of coffee had become a common and welcome occurrence.

Also over time they quietly confirmed what I suspected, that they were a couple. They didn't really say anything directly about it, but things they said and did showed they weren't just room mates. I found that kind of cute, and also a little frustrating. I hadn't really said anything myself either though, small towns aren't always the friendliest to people that aren't straight, and I hadn't really had the chance to feel out the locals yet. I was about to find out just how warm they could be. ___________________________________________________

It was an unusually cold evening, so when Olaf and Sven invited me into their house to warm up a bit I as happy to accept. We shook the snow off our coats, slipped out of our boots, and went inside. Their heater was running so it was already a lot warmer than the outside, But Olaf went over to the fireplace and started started building a fire anyway, more just for the cozy atmosphere. In the meantime, Sven walked out to the kitchen calling back, “Anyone else want a drink?” Olaf and I both called out “Yes.” A few minutes later, he came back into the room with three steaming cups.

Olaf walked over to the big couch in the middle of the living room and flopped down on one end, Sven sat down next to him. I landed in the big easy chair just to the right of the couch, close enough to reach over to the little coffee table in front of the couch and grab a cup. I just sat there for a minute, holding the coffee in my hands and letting it warm them before taking a sip.

For the first half hour or so, we just chatted about things that had happened throughout the day. The typical work BS. That was about the time that the coffee caught up with me and I excused myself. When I came back from the bathroom I was a little surprised to find both Olaf and Sven had taken their shirts off, and Olaf had thrown an arm over Sven's shoulder. This was the first time I'd seen them throw do anything overtly gay around anyone. And while I also lean in that direction, I thought I'd been doing a pretty good job of keeping a low profile about it. I'm guessing my camouflage wasn’t the best though, because as I stood there Sven patted the couch next to him motioning for me to come sit with them. I thought about it for about half a second, then joined them on the couch.

As soon as my butt hit the cushion, Sven swung an arm over my shoulder and hugged me to him. At that point I didn't really see any reason not to lean in. They were both sweethearts, and I'd be lying if I said I hadn't been eyeing them both from a distance the entire time I'd known them.

I peeked to my left and saw Sven run a hand up the inside of Olaf's thigh. Olaf looked at Sven, “You sure?” Sven nodded, moving his hand to the zipper of Olaf's pants and pulling it down. Olaf laid his head back and closed his eyes, popping the button on his jeans as Sven reached in. After a couple of moments, and some gentle caressing, Olaf was sporting a healthy erection and Sven was starting to undo his own pants.

I just sat there watching this all happen. I was a little unsure what else to do. They were obviously comfortable with me being there, but all of this was very sudden to me. I was quickly shaken out of my little muse though when Sven in one fluid motion stood up, dropped his pants and underwear on the floor, and straddled Olaf's lap. They started frotting and Olaf pulled Sven into a kiss, then he reached into the pocket of his jeans and handed Sven a little bottle of lube. Sven put a little into his hand before rubbing it along Olaf's shaft. Then took another squirt out of the bottle and reached behind himself with his slippery fingers, a soft little moan escaping his lips as he lubed himself up. He leaned in and kissed Olaf on the cheek before standing up and turning around to sit in his lap. As they started going at it the straining member in my pants felt like it was going to tear right through the denim, and it hadn't gone unnoticed. Olaf reached over and undid the button of my pants, “You don't have to just watch” he said, then pulled my zipper down.

At that point I was in for whatever the rest of the night was going to bring. I slid my pants off and scooted over next to them, nuzzling against Olaf's side while admiring the view of Sven bouncing on Olaf's above average cock. Olaf's hand ran up my thigh sending a shiver through me, it landed between my legs, fondling my balls a little before he started to gently stroke my shaft. I gasped and tensed up for a second, It felt wonderful, but I hadn't been touched like that by anyone in some time.

Sven reached over and put his hand on my knee to get a little better leverage, and I reached over stroking his back.

“I'm starting to get a little close.” Olaf panted.

“How long do you want this night to go?” Sven said, smiling over his shoulder. Olaf gently pushed him off his lap.

Sven then turned around and straddled my lap! “How about you puppy? How long do you want this night to last?”

I wasn't sure, but I didn't care either at this point. I reached out and rubbed Sven's chest, Olaf handed me the bottle of lube, “Your call puppy.” I looked at Olaf, he was grinning widely as he watched me lube myself up. Sven kissed my forehead, then lifted himself up and parked the head of my cock at his rear entrance. I could tell Olaf had given him a good stretch. I lifted my hips just a little pressing against him as he sank down onto me. He reached out and lifted my chin, then pressed his lips to mine as he wriggled a little playfully in my lap. I hugged him to me and kissed him back. I let myself get lost in the moment for a little bit, he was so warm, inside and out.

We broke the kiss as he leaned his head back a bit, my hands slipped down from his back to cradle his rump as he started to bounce on me. Olaf leaned over to me, slipping an arm over my shoulder, I turned to look at him and we kissed. He moved his hand from my shoulder to the back of my head, and just held me there as our tongues explored. Then out of nowhere Olaf gasped! Sven had reached over and given Olaf's shaft a squeeze, catching the big guy off guard. Olaf took Sven's hand in his own and moved it away. “Not yet hon.” Sven nodded and smiled, “I think I know what you want.” He nuzzled against me cheek to cheek for a second, then slipped out of my lap. I hated to feel him get up, but I was starting to get a little close myself in all honesty. Then Olaf stood and stepped in front of me. He stroked his cock with one hand, and with the other made a little motion for me to turn around. I couldn't get on my knees fast enough. I turned around, resting my head and arms on the back of the couch, rump in the air. “Go easy on me, it's been a while.” I said, then gave my behind a playful wiggle.

Olaf stepped up to me, I felt two very wet fingers run up my crack, rubbing my rear entrance for a moment, then replaced with the slippery head of his shaft. Olaf was big, but I was surprised at how easily it started slipping in when he pushed forward. Maybe it was all the lube, maybe I just wanted him inside me that bad. He stopped about half way in, he was waiting for me to make the next move. I pressed myself backwards onto his length, pushing until my cheeks pressed firmly against his crotch.

He patted my right cheek firmly, then started gently thrusting. Slowly at first, but as it became more obvious to him that I was fine, more vigorously. He rubbed my back with his hands and I teased him, clenching a little on the out strokes here and there and pressing back against his thrusts. God it all felt so good. Sven threw a towel over the couch next to me and sat down at my side. He started rubbing my chest and belly, then I heard the cap of the little bottle of lube pop. A moment later his warm, wet hand wrapped around my shaft as he started slowly jacking me off, slowly teasing me. He'd move his hand to my balls, gently fondling them before going back to stroking me.

Between the two of them I was about to lose it. “Careful, or we're going to need another towel.” I said. The message was understood and his hand slipped away from me, but not before giving me one more firm squeeze. “Ooooh, you tease!” I gasped!

Olaf moaned, “Ooh, I'm getting close, really close!” He gave my rump a squeeze. “Can I?” I pressed my rear end firmly into his loins, it was all I wanted him to do right then. “Please!” His thrusting sped up, he started panting, I could feel his balls slapping against me as he worked my rump. I was in heaven, he was on the brink, and then I felt him erupt inside me. He pressed into me, his cock throbbing deep inside me as he let go. I just kept pressing back, I was out of my mind, totally lost in it. No thoughts, just giving myself over completely to the pleasure. Then after a few moments of blissing out post orgasm, Olaf leaned down next to my ear and panted, “Thank you puppy.” before slipping out of me. Olaf turned around and flopped down on the couch next to me on the other side. I didn't want to move. I wanted to just savor what I was feeling for a little longer. Then Sven got up and I felt his hands fondle my behind. “Man, you really did a number on him.” Sven said, a chuckle in his voice.

“He did a number on you too,I noticed.” I said, smiling over my shoulder. I spotted the bottle of lube sitting on the couch and handed it to him. Sven took it with a smile, giving my rump a playful slap. “Woof! I'm going to have some competition it seems.” He didn't need to lube me any more, but I felt him slip a couple lubed fingers into me anyway, probably just admiring Olaf's handy work more intimately. Then just as Olaf had done, the fingers slipped out and the head of Sven's cock pressed against me. I pushed back against him a little letting him know I was ready, and he slipped easily into my well stretched behind. I rested my head back on my arms on the back of the couch as he started humping.

Sven was really starting to get into it. I felt his body slapping against mine, his flesh driving deeply into me. His voice a little ragged with effort, I heard him say to Olaf, “I want to keep this one.” Olaf laughed softly, “You sure?”

“Mmm, yeah!” Sven growled leaning over me and hugging me from behind, his hairy chest and belly rubbing against my back. I didn't remember him being particularly hairy. Then he stood back up and started going at me again, with renewed vigor.

“I'll be right back.” Olaf said, then stood up and walked out of my field of vision. He came back a few minutes later, walking around the back of the couch so he was in front of me. He reached down and petted my head, rubbing his fingers through my hair a little. He then reached over me to pet Sven, who made a sound that was somewhere between a sigh and a growl. Olaf crouched in front of me so we could be eye to eye. “Sven really likes you, I do too. And we've noticed for a while the way you've been looking at us, because we were looking back. That's why you're here tonight. But I think you should know fully who we are before we go any further eh?”

“Any further?” I thought to myself, we were already farther than I'd gone with anyone in a long time, how much farther was there to go? “Hey Reese, you can come out now.” Olaf called towards one of the other rooms.

“Reese is here?” I tried to stand up, but Sven's hands reached up to my shoulders and held me down. I wasn't going anywhere. I was suddenly a little afraid, what the hell was going on? Why would he be here? Was this some kind of messed up setup? It couldn't be, not without incriminating them too! My mind raced.

Then something entered my field of view from the left. At first all I saw was paws on the floor, huge paws, then black furred legs. I tilted my head up and what just walked past me was a solid black werewolf standing about six foot tall. He walked over to Olaf, right face to face with him, and let out a growl that just about shook me to my bones. Olaf looked at me, then put a hand over the werewolf's muzzle. “Oh stop that you.” He said, then kissed him on the nose. He let go of Reese's muzzle, and turned him towards me. “Reese was the one that started our little pack. First me, then Sven. Why don't you show him your hand Sven.”

Sven reached out in front of me, but the hand I saw wasn't human. It was covered in gray fur, with sharp claws! I had a werewolf on top of me, inside of me! Olaf crouched down in front of me again, “This is what we are, we watch over one another, take care of each other, love each other.” He reached over and caressed Reese's side. “And Sven especially would very much like you to be one of us.”

From behind me, Sven nuzzled against me, letting his hands off my shoulders and sliding them back around me, hugging again. Rubbing my belly. Olaf stood and smiled down at me, “Still your call puppy. I know you're lonely, you're already here most of the time anyway, you want to be part of the pack?” Reese grinned at me, the way he showed his teeth reminded me of when a dog smiles too hard. It was creepy cute. Sven straightened up, rubbing my back and started humping me again. He felt bigger now, at least as big as Olaf, then he pressed in deep and I felt it, in his current state, he had a bulge in his shaft like a dog.

“Yes or no puppy,” Olaf said. I was still trying to process all of this. Everything that had happened so far was nothing I ever expected, and now I'd been thrown into something somewhere between a fantasy and a horror story. I looked at Olaf and Reese, I felt Sven behind me. I'd never felt anything like this physically or emotionally.

I hardly realized it when I said “Yes.” It just came out of my mouth. Olaf smiled and stood up. He reached out to Sven, putting a hand on his chest. “Make him one of us.” Then Reese hugged him from behind and Olaf turned around, hugging back. As the two embraced, Olaf changed. Skin and hair fell away, his body changed shape, and white fur started appearing. His tail grew long and furry, dangling down from just above the cleft at the top of his butt cheeks to around his knees.

Sven started panting, his thrusts grew staggered, he'd pump a few times and then push his knot against me, then a few more times. After the third try, it popped in and we were tied. I felt his jaws on my shoulder, his member throbbing inside me. I put my hand on his muzzle as he bit down.

When it's quiet

I can hear him

The monster in my head.

Quietly

inside of me

as I lie awake in bed.

“Let me out, let me out”

It's all he's ever said.

I fear for what will happen

on the day I wake up dead.

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