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I wouldn’t say I’m fascinated by Werewolves, it’s more of a sexual obsession, a silly itch that needs to be playfully scratched by their Wolfie claws. My girlish obsession began many moons ago, while Goat herding in the southern most tip of an Ogor’s dick. Our lead Goat, Pancake, had fallen ill the night before. He had a wicked case of mono (Pancake didn’t mind dipping his batter in the dirtiest of Sheep’s. He also had a huge uncircumcised dick, which made it hard for him to walk, as it would always bang against rocks and sharp pieces of gravel). We decided to have our next best leader, Kendall, lead the pack that night. She was faster than all the Goats and we hardly had to feed her (My partners now see why I decided to kidnap that little girl to live a life of Goat herding). The midnight moon guided us through the chilly night, as we sang, danced, and peed all over Kendall. Whenever any of the Goat’s became tired and started to slow down we would kick it in the face with our boots…but even that didn’t stop the spreading sluggishness. After Goat herding for 300 years you learn a thing or two about Goat’s…and something was defiantly wrong with my Goat’s…something weird, very weird.
Many people are misinformed on how a person is turned into a Werewolf. Common myths are, “If you rub too much butter on your genitals when you masturbateâ€, “If you own any of the ten seasons of Friends on DVDâ€, or the biggest myth “If you are Frenchâ€. Though French people smell like soggy, wet Wolves, they are not Werewolves…but they are soggy and wet…very soggy, very wet, very dumb and French. The truth is there is only one way you can be transformed in a Werewolf. A Werewolf must lick the bottoms of both of your feet and then suck your dick for at least six minutes. I know…it’s fucking crazy! Why do you think no one wants to see a Werewolf? I get scared when a fat girl tries sucking my dick, let alone a big gay Wolf! Imagine just chillen at the movies watching The Stepford Wives and all of a sudden a Werewolf is sitting there eating popcorn, trying to fit in. You know he’s just sitting there thinking, “I’m going to lick this niggas feet and then I’ma suck his dickâ€. You now realize the deep sense of panic on that dark dark night.
The first howl came a couple minutes after twelve. Its deep roar ripped up my spine, and soon I smelt the escaping flatulent that howled its way out of my Horse’s asshole. Bowser was a smelly Horse. Many times after climbing into his flea infested saddle I would throw up all over him, just to deafen the smell of rotting Horse shit that infested most of his fat figure. But soon after the egg odored anal bomb caught the brisk night’s breeze things began to change for the worse.
In the green hills of an Ogor’s dick the shadows are always chasing after you. They watch over you. They comfort you. When those shadows silently turned to figures…deep, black, mysterious figures, I knew the peace was soon to plummet. I had the herd move double time. I was pushing Kendall to her limit, but I didn’t care. If she died she died, I didn’t have time to worry about a kidnapped orphan, we had a Werewolf on our tail.
He first made his presence know as he howled away on a mountain cliff about twenty clicks north of us. Minutes later I realize he wasn’t alone. There were two approaching quickly from the south as the three gained speed from the north. By this time my two partners in the Goat herding business had turned back. They said, “Were not even Goat herders…these dumb Goat’s just keep following usâ€. I was a die hard Goat herder though. If I was going to die, then so were all of my Goat’s.
I could see that the Wolf would reach us within the minute. My brain was carefully calculating all the possible options. I could kill Kendall as a sign of respect to the Wolves. I could kill all the Goats and then kill Kendall. I could even kill Bowser, the Goat’s, and Kendall…as long as they stayed away from my dick. My time was up, the wild Wolves were there and they had a heavy appetite for feet and dicks. We pushed on stampeding as fast as we could. One by one I watched my Goat’s being ripped from the herd, thrown on their backs, and licked on their feet. I turned my head before those savage wolves laid those Goat dicks on their salivating tongues. Though I looked away, I can still hear the giggling of the Goat’s as those Wolves slobbed on their hairy Goat wieners.
We were loosing numbers quick, and Bowser was starting to slow down. His old fat body couldn’t handle the chase by the young lean Wolves. It was either I died by horse back or I let that pig of a Horse run free as I stayed back to fight. I decided to jump off, but first made sure to break all of Bowser’s legs to insure I had more time to run away. As they pounced on Bowser’s flaccid horse wiener I ran, I ran so fast. There weren’t anymore Goat’s, as they all were already sucked off. I did see a figure next to me though. It was Kendall! She didn’t have a penis and would not be harmed by the Wolves…that lucky little bitch, I could have killed her right there. Then I heard it…Bowser howled as his heavy Horse ejaculate flew out. It was now time for me. I knew I was special, as only the lead Wolf came for me. Would now be my time to stand my ground and fight like a man? No! I pushed Kendall face first in the dirt, hoping it would distract the Wolf. He obviously didn’t have a sense of humor; because he helped her up and apologize for my cruel actions (I should tell you it was funny as hell though! So much dirt got stuck in Kendall’s eyes…it was great they way here eyes were bleeding). Seconds later he caught up to me. I took a swift swing at him with my dagger (Yep, I had a dagger), he laughed and started spitting in his hand to help with the Wolfie blowjob. I tried running again, but he pinned me down on my back. I was helpless. For the first time in my life I was scared. I was so scared. He said he was going to take his time with me. He said he was going to suck the shit out of my dick. I took him as an honest wolf.
His tongue was thick, warm and saturated in Wolfie juices. He teased me, licking my toes as he held my feet together. I gagged at the thought of letting this hairy beast anywhere close to my man parts. I couldn’t let him turn me into a hairy monster destined for a life of feet licking and dick sucking. As he licked the soles of my feet I knew my only choice. I reached for my dagger. Its sharp blade glimmered in the moon light as I held it up. He was done licking my feet and was now moving his way up my manly legs. I closed my eyes, braced my hands tightly against my dagger, and cut my dick off (Looking back I wonder why I didn’t just stab the Werewolf in the head…very stupid on my part). The Wolfs eyes pop as he saw my bleeding penis fall to the ground. I laughed. I had won. I had cut my penis off though.
I tried sowing my penis back on. I tried duck taping it on. I even tried hot gun gluing it back on. It wouldn’t stay and I was now forced to pee through my ass. It also has had a negative affect on my dating life. When I tell women they can only have sex with me in their minds they tend to laugh and call me a “fucking loserâ€(Though women don’t like this, stuff animals are very open to trying this).
I was adjusting to my new “penisless†life. It was ruff, but I made it work. Then came the first full moon since the night of the Werewolves. I began acting strange. My body was changing. My voice was deeper. My toes were longer. My nipples were wetter. It was then I realized, though the Wolf had not sucked my dick, the licking of my feet had caused half of the process to take place. I was not a full Werewolf, but I was no longer a man. I was similar to a large Cat or small Elk. I was alone. I had not a man to hold me, nor a Wolf to lick my wounds.
The next day I started my journey to find a Werewolf. I would scourer the mountains, search the forest, swim the sea…anything to find a Werewolf and have him suck my dick. I might not want to be a Werewolf, but I defiantly don’t want to be a hairy man freak, forced to mate with house Cats and small Deer. My life has forever changed since that night, but you ask would I change it if I could? No! The look on Kendall’s face as I pushed that little bitch into the dirt was worth every second. I’d fuck a million Deer, happily knowing I was solely responsible for tripping that little orphan Goat herder.
PS: I might not be a Werewolf now, but the day I do become one, beware. HOWL HOWL HOWL (I don’t know how to write out howl phonetically so I wrote Howl instead).
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