User blog:Redknight910/WWYD Werewolf TheSnakeLover

Prompt: Being curious isn't always good

I watch as the purple glow overtakes me, turning red as it begins to form around my arm. With a flash of crimson light, the energy solidifies into a gauntlet. I look on in terror as black veins grow out form it, running up my arm and across my shoulder. I scream as a sudden flash of change overtakes me.

I open my eyes, and look at my arm, gasping as I see what it's become. A blade, the full length of my arm, stretches down from my shoulder where my arm should be, the black veins working across my chest and around my body.

I feel... an urge. A quickly growing need to cut something. Cut someone. I ggile as I think about it, about their energy pouring forth from the clean slash my new arm would surely leave. Hearing the howls of the werewolves in these woods, my smile widens into a manic grin.

I take off running, a single thought running through my mind as I approach the pack. I need to watch them bleed their energy across my blade. I come upon them as they see me, and I take a ferl joy in their stares of disbelief.

"How is that-" The young wolf girl never finishes her sentence, as I rush them, cleaving my first prey through the middle. I can see the energy leave their body, watch them as they collapse in a fit of ecstasy. I cut down two more, before the rest flee. I giggle as I think of the reversal of all this. Running them down, one by one, three try to get the jump on me, but my new strength and skill give them little hope. The last two try to hide.

"Where are you?" I call out, keenly watching for any sign of movement. That's when I hear it. I dive to the side just as an arrow whistles by my head. Rolling to my feet, I turn to see my attacker. Such a stunning little elf, her bow in hand, the werewolves running into the distance behind her.

"What are you?" She whispers quietly. I just grin.

"I'm a monster." And rush her. I reach her, and she vanishes as I slash. I duck behind a tree as two more arrows land near me. I growl and look up into the trees. There she is, nestled into the branches. I can't see the werewolves any more, but the ones I cut earlier might wake soon. And when they do, they'll be ravenous.

The realisation hits me, and my eyes go wide. I'm a monster, but I'm alone. The only male monster in the known world, and every monster will want me once they find out I exist. They'll want to see what our offspring will be, incubus, normal mamono, or male?

I duck out from behind the tree, focusing to drop my sword arm, leaving just a gauntlet of black steel with pulsing, red veins. I look up at the elf, now worried what might happen to me if she takes me back to her home.

"M-may I make a request?" I ask, watching her carefully, arrow readied and waiting to be loosed.

"What?" She asks, not lowering her guard.

"I... I don't want to be taken back. I just... I'll live with this pack, protect them and be their alpha. I can do that, just... just don't tell anyone about me." She gives me a deep, glaring look.

"Why the sudden change of heart?" She asks, slipping the knocked arrow to rest.

"I... I thought about this. My head was-is-cloudy. Like there's this red haze I can't quite see through." I shake my head, trying to think through the lust, "If they find out... I'll be pure breeding stock, how many mamono would jump at the chance to have a male baby? I'd never rest again." I give her my most imploring look, "Please, I'll stay here, out of the way, if you want to send people to watch us, do it. P-please." I shake my head again, my sheathed arm growing twitchy. The elf looks down at me for several long, tense moments.

"Okay. We'll leave you with this pack. But we'll be watching you. Always." I nod, picking up the three fighters, two of them over my shoulder's and the third in my arms.

"Thank you." I say quietly, looking back up to see the branches now empty.

I barely make it halfway back down the trail of carnage before the desperate werewolves pounce me, looking at me with the deepest hunger.

There were no words, no softness in that moment. Just raw, unbridled lust. Eventually all of us laid there, satisfied by the release. When I came to, it was among a pile of fur, softness, and snuggles. I smiled as I looked across the pack. My pack.

One stirred, and I put a gentle hand on them. The smiled, looking up at me, but when they saw me, they screamed and scrambled away, waking the others, who also scurried away from me.

"Y-y-you! W-what do you want from us?" The eldest cried, looking at me with fear.

"I.... I'm sorry. I'd just become... this, and I couldn't control myself. The lust, the need, it all just... piled up in me and I had to unleash it." They look at me, a surprising understanding in their eyes. One of the younger ones cautiously moved towards me, sniffing.

"You... you still smell like a human, like spirit energy. But you're... you look like...." I look down at myself, and there's no denying it. I have the body of a male cursed sword, but apparently still have spirit energy? Just what in the abyss did that rock do to me? And where the fuck did it come from? I'm not given much more time to ponder as one of the fighters comes up next to me, grabbing my hand and looking at the gauntlet.

"How does it work?" She asks, trying to get her claws between the metallic, jagged plate.

"W-well, I'm till new to it, but... when I concentrate I can make it... change." I pull it away from her, focusing for a moment, before the veins spread like wildfire up my arm, the blade unsheathing itself, and forcing the werewolf back from the shock.

"Wow." I hear whispered in several voices.

"So... you're a male. And we're all monsters. Are you... staying?" I look up, remembering what I said to the elven woman.

"I am." I say with a nod, looking up at my pack.

"Well then." Perhaps the most well endowed of the bunch stalks towards me, laviscious look on her face. "If we're going to be the guinnea pigs for a monster man's seed, I don't mind too much." She's grabbed by the scruff by the eldest, who hauls her back.

"Oh no, you're not getting first dibs that easy, slut. I'm getting him first, because I'm the oldest." An argument breaks out between most of them, the two meeker ones just sit and watch, worried looks on their faces. With a growl I push my way into the aggravating group.

"Enough!" I bark, all of the girls silencing at the sound of my tone. "I'll take all of you, don't worry about that." I grab the one who approached me, pulling her into me and breathing deep of her scent.

"I think I'll start with you." We spent a good few hours of that morning rutting like beasts. Every morning, and every evening was spent that way, making sure everyone got their share of my seed.

When one of them finally became pregnant, it was with an air of excitement and worry. What would the child be? Would it come into the world ill? Could it hurt it's mother being born? So many things spun in my head, and the heads of our pack, that we just couldn't answer.

When the time came, the child was not one, but two. A male, bearing sandy blonde fur, and traces of black veins crawling up from his clawed hand, and a girl, whose smoky-grey fur was sparser, her sword-arm-to-be almost devoid of the werewolves characteristic fur.

After a mystic came out to check on our little ones, and took the chance to learn about me, we realised what had happened to me.

Whatever that stone had been, it had somehow altered my body to become more compatible with that of monsters, something in me or it triggering the transformation into a cursed sword. Just as the monsters fed on spirit energy, I could now do the same with demonic energy. And the resulting power loop was creating an exponetial increase in the entire pack.

By their calculations, within a month we'd be more powerful than almost any other werewolf out there, in a year we'd be on par with monster's like dragons and lichs. A decade? They couldn't even predict how it might grow.

I don't know what sent that stone crashing into the woods that night. But what I do know, is that I'll use the gift it gave me to defend my territory.