The Souls Judgement
Not for the sensitive or people who don't like death, harsh death scense as such.
It was a dark and cold night that found Tristan outside in the forest park with his long mane of golden hair hung low over his face as silver tears raining from his eyes down to the ground. The young man was wearing what at one time might have been a rather impressive looking fursuit but now the costume was in shambles. The fur and cotton had been ripped out, the lining was scattered across the grass, one of the fluffy ears that adorned the fursuits head was two feet away from young Tristan while the rest of the head had been kicked off somewhere.
The young boy sobbed and heaved as he let out all of his pent up emotions as he thought back to how this had come to be.
Flashback
"Come on guys this isn't funny anymore, I wanna go home!" Tristan commanded as his brother and his two friends made him chase after them with his backpack in his brother's hand. The older boy was at least twenty but ran like a five year old as he laughed behind him to his little brother.
The three oldest boys had stolen Tristan's backpack from him after school and were currently making the younger boy follow them deep into the woods. Once they had gotten far enough away Tristan's brother stopped his running and signaled for his friends to slow down. Tristan managed to catch up a few minutes later and then huffed when he caught his breath and put his hands on his knees to catch his breath.
"Real funny Dorian, now give me back my stuff!" the young blond opened his hand out and waved the appendage at the older boy with more than a little justifiable anger coloring his voice.
"Oh we'll give you back your stuff alright. Here..." The older blond tossed the pack at Tristan who clumsily caught it and then hugged the pack to his chest like a lifeline.
"...jerk..." Tristan paid little attention to the others as he turned around and began to head home while mumbling to himself.
This was a key mistake as the older teens nodded to each other before they tackled the younger blond headed boy, knocking him to the ground and making Tristan toss the bag out of his hands. The pack flew in the air before landing with a thump and Tristan reached out for it before his hands were caught in a tight hold.
Looking up at his captors, Tristan was met with a fist to the face followed along side another as his brother's two friends struck him repeatedly. After a minute of the painful treatment the young blond curled up in a ball and sobbed as his face hurt and his nose bled onto his chin. He didn't dare gaze upwards in fear that another set of hits would rain down on him.
"Look at that, little pussy's gone and cried on us. Knew he was bitch all along!" one of the older boys said as he laughed at Tristan before walking away from him.
The other boy holding Trisatn down didn't say anything but the cruel smile on his face was more than enough to tell on the thoughts running inside of his head. Dorian walked past his little brother to gather his sibling's backpack before he returned to the younger blond form and opened the zipper.
"Well lookie here. Knew I'd fine something special inside of here but who'd guess it'd be a wolf." Tristan looked up with his blackening eyes to see his fursuit being held by his brother. The rich brown furred creature in the twenty year old's hold hung lifelessly as Dorian strangled it with his bare hand.
"Hey live him alone!" Tristan tried to struggle out of his captor's grip but a swift punch to his stomach had the younger boy curling up again.
"Oh don't worry about him, your much more fun to pick on. Okay guys, strip him!" the other two teens grabbed Tristan by his sides before they began to rip his clothes off of him and toss them aside like trash. Once the smooth form of the sixteen year old was revealed, Dorian came over and then hefted his brother up before he began to take the fursuit apart and place it on Tristan's body.
First the head was roughly shoved onto the smaller blonde, followed by the arms, legs, to finally the main body was situated on Tristan. When the young man was inside completely, Dorian zipped up the back of the suit and let his brother go.
"What do you think guys? A rather nice lookin' wolf in the woods, huh?" The other two teens nodded and smirked before Dorian walked up to his shaky legged brother and held something in his face.
"But you know what, I've never heard of a gay wolf before. I wonder what that must be like to be the only little fag wolf in the world." In Dorian's hand was a magazine filled with hundreds of pictures of gay anthro men having sex and fursuits being put on sale.
"Dor...stop it...please..." Tristan tried to speak through his suit but it was harder to do as his mouth felt swollen and the cotton inside of the wolf muffled the young teen's voice.
"Oh I'll stop alright but first..." with a horrid rip, the older blond tore out the pages of the book one by one making Tristan yelp and race to stop the older boy.
"Stop it! STOP IT!!!" Tristan yelled as he tried to grab the book from his brother but the two older boys held him back and Tristan was forced to watch his beloved magazine get shredded.
When all of the pages lay scattered on the ground Dorian chucked the empty mag aside and then walked over to his younger sibling.
"You know, mom and dad may let you get away with this shit but I'm not gonna' have it anymore. Do you know how embarrassing it is to have a fag for a brother? To know that I'm the only one in the school who has to have a limp wristed little fucker related to him instead of a normal guy? I'm sick of it and I'm not havin' it any more!" Dorian roared the last part into Tristan's face before he drew back his hand and threw his fist at the younger boy.
The force of his hit broke Tristan's nose and made a sick crunch sound before the younger blond flew back a few feet and hit the ground like a sack of potatoes. Tristan didn't move as he recoiled from the hit and lost his vision for a moment. Not that it would have mattered because in the next second swift kicks met his body and the younger boy was thrashed by the older teens. Tristan cried out for anyone to help him but no one could hear him out there in that deep an area of the woods.
The beating lasted a while and the sun had sun below the horizon and bathed the trees in red light as the young blond curled up to minimize the damage to his body. When the older teens had had enough one of Dorian's friends picked him up and took Tristan over to a tree and bound his furry hands behind his back before the other teen who had come with Dorian whipped out a pocket knife and held it to Dorian.
The older blonde took the weapon and walked up to his little brother and lifted his fur covered head to show him the article in his possession.
"Well it may not be hunting season but I've always wanted to know what it was like to skin a wolf." With that Dorian ran the knife down the body of Tristan's suit and cut the cotton out from neck to toe. White fluffs of material rained down before Dorian reached up and tore out one of the ears of the suit and dropped it in front of his little brother.
"That was fun! Here..." Dorian tossed the knife to one of his friends and let the other teen continue where he started off followed then by the next teen.
When there was little of the inner material left inside, Tristan felt something tugging at his neck and looked to see Dorian griping the sides of his neck and then whining when his wolf head was snatched off. The cool air of the evening made him shiver before the young blond watched as the head of his suit was kicked into the bushes somewhere.
"Now that was fun! Right guys?!" the other two bobbed their heads and laughed before moving out of Tristan's sight and into the forest.
"You know I always wanted a brother but man with a pussy like you I might as well have had a sister. Oh well guess it won't matter because I'm leaving you out here to rot. I hope one of those wolves you like so much comes out and eats you. Wouldn't that be funny; you'd really be part of a wolf if that happen and you could get your dream come true and mine as well! See ya!" Dorian threw back his head and laughed before walking away and leaving Tristan bound to the tree.
Flashback end
It was hours later that found the young blond weeping while tugging at his bindings and looking at his precious suit's material laid out everywhere. Life could be cruel, as Tristan had once been told but this was extreme, even for Dorian. His older brother had never liked him and never once said a nice word to him growing up but how could he have just beaten Tristan's and then left him out in the woods confused the young man.
When he had no more energy to spare, Tristan gave up trying to escape and sunk into the tree as the cold wind bit at him. It was supposed to get cold tonight, really cold, and Tristan wasn't sure if he'd be able to survive outside. His chest hurt from the earlier hits he had taken and the blood had crusted onto his lips and nose while his eyes hurt to stare at the world around him.
'Maybe Dorian really means it. Maybe he is going to leave me out here to...to die.' That thought made Tristan cry out and frantically stretch his bindings to get free but it was in vain.
The younger man wore himself thin again before he gave up and drifted off. His mind and body hurt too much to keep up with his thoughts and emotions and just sort of hovered. In between consciousness and unconsciousness, Tristan let his mind replay the scenes of his life as his body shivered and his breath began to come out in heavy puffs. All the moments that were important and unimportant flashed through the young blonde's head and as the night wore on and the temperature slowly dropped, Tristan felt his eyes get heavy and then close.
His heart beat a bit faster to keep his blood circulating but the cold air was too much for his heart to try and fight against Mother Nature and slowly the organ quieted its beats. As the stars came out to play and the moon rose fully into the sky, Tristan felt himself flowing out of his body and into the darkness. It wasn't painful, only the dulling of his senses and lastly the shortening of his breathing until finally Tristan Mathews passed from life into death.
By the time midnight rolled around the younger man had frost over his lips and the winds ran through his locks of gold like the gentle fingers of a mother. Tristan looked down at himself and gave a light sob before he felt his body rising up and a chorus of howls rang around him. The spirit that was Tristan looked this way and that before being pounced on by a heavy form and falling to the metaphysical ground. Looking behind him, the young blond was met by the sight of a happy gray muzzle and a long red tongue.
The teen spirit gapped when the creature turned out to be a wolf and then slurped him on to lips. Instinctively, Tristan licked back without knowing why but as a free floating apparition things that didn't make sense made so. This wolf was guide to the next life and it had come to lead him away from his gravesite. The wolf got up off of the boy and then stood beside him before howling and a shaft of white light opened up from the darkness.
Tristan looked at the stream of light and then the wolf before the animal spirit nodded at him and the young man bent down to hug his guide. The lupine lifted a paw and then placed it over the human's spirit in a light embrace before nuzzling the human and herding him forward. The chorus of howls grew stronger and Tristan's soul cried before running into the light and then turning around.
Waving his paws, as his fursuit had become his flesh and fur without knowing it, Tristan let silver tears cascade down his eyes once more before he opened his mouth and howled and then was fazed from existence as the light he stood in closed around him and vanished. The gray wolf chuckled before shaking its head and then looking back at the empty shell that had once been 'Tristan' with a hard look and an evil gleam in its eyes.
The death of a human wasn't the end... When Tristan's soul left from his mortal body the shadows around his shell wavered and flickered until a solid form could be outlined. The manifestation reached out and touched the body of the now dead human before caressing it and then lifting the head up and opening the pale blue lips. The shadow kissed the body of that once belonged to Tristan and then slowly its shapeless form flowed into the teen.
The gray wolf floated down to the once empty body and then walked around to snap at the restraints binding the mortal shell and letting the body slump to the forest floor. For minutes nothing happened but in an instant once closed eyes opened but were no longer the pained opal they had once been but now burned a horrible glowing amber color.
"Happy birthday." The wolf said in a gesture of growls and snarls that mimicked the human language and 'Tristan' worked his dry throat to respond.
"Thank you." The voice was rough and growled out the same as the gray wolf's but it was still Tristan's voice.
"Are you happy with this body?" the gray wolf asked curiously.
'Tristan' flexed the muscles of the arms and legs before he nodded down to the feral lupine and then snapped his fingers. All around the two the cotton stuffing flew up and circled the two before returning to the fursuit and warming 'Tristan'. When all of the material had been retuned to its owner, Tristan walked over to where the head of the fursuit lay and picked up the beaten looking wolf head and returned to the wolf.
"Ironic that the host that would have been suitable for us knew that we were coming for him." Showing the head of the false wolf to the true wolf made the gray lupine chuckle and then clicked its fangs. The torn ear raised itself from the ground and then twirled around the head of the faux wolf before stitching itself back into its place.
"Who knows? It really doesn't matter now, does it? The boy is gone and this body belongs to us." With the last statement, 'Tristan' donned the headpiece and then looked to the gray wolf.
The lupine spirit flew into 'Tristan' and then the wolf suit wearing creature raised its head and opened the false muzzle to howl at the moon. A chilling cry let out into the surrounding forest scaring animals into their homes before all went silent. With 'Tristan', the fursuit was melding into his skin and bones making the structure of his human body alter to transform into a new anthro wolf.
The skin leeched onto the fur, cotton was changed into muscles and arteries while the spine of the human lengthened and meshed with the tail of the wolf suit. Claws extended from fingernails while kneecaps popped and anklebones reshaped themselves to fit Tristan to standing on the balls of his feet. The fake fur bled into the short downy hairs on the teen's body to become authentic fur, ears moved from the side of his head up to the furry ones, which now twitched and swirled, and teeth elongated into fangs. The last of the transformation came when Tristan's loins squirmed inside of the midsection of the teen's anatomy and then bulged outward to become a sheath with two low hanging orbs underneath.
When the metamorphosis was finished a golden eyed anthro stood where the human form of Tristan had been. The newly altered creature tested its bearing and pushed out to use its new senses to take in the new world. Growling at the scent of prey, the anthro lupine sunk unto all fours and then lopped off towards the city. It's stomach rumbling for sustenance and three figures dancing in its mind.
It took hours to get back into the city but when the wolf creature finally did so it sniffed the air for the scent of its prey. Unsuspectingly, one of the boys who had beaten Tristan was walking down the sidewalk minding his own business having mostly forgotten about the young blond. He had a large beer in his hands and was guzzling down the bitter gold liquid without a worry before he heard a low growl behind himself. Thinking it was a dog the boy turned in time to see that he was wrong but also right in a way.
It was a large canid looking creature behind him but the beast wasn't a normal dog. The thing was far too big to be a dog and its eyes were glowing. The younger teen blinked twice before he yelled out and tossed the bottle of beer at the thing. The creature turned its head in time to dodge the item in question before stalking up to the boy.
The teen cried out and took off down the street as he ran for his life while screaming behind him. Down the sidewalks other people watched as something large chased after the boy but took little mind as they got out of the way instead of helping.
The teen ran and ran and ran until he got himself lost in a dark alley. He had been sure that there was a way out through this dark path but as the large brick wall stared at him the boy turned to see the beast looming behind him. The thing licked its chops and then stalked slowly up to him. The boy fell to the ground and scooted back until his back hit the wall and tears came down his face.
When the dog like creature was a foot away from the boy it nuzzled the human's nose and sniffed its pants and saw the crotch of the teen's pants become wet and fill with the salty smell of urine. With a dark smile on its muzzle the shadows swirled around the two and the last thing that could be heard from the boy was a loud piercing scream and then silence.
If someone had been brave enough to come into the alleyway they would have ran out and thrown up from the smells of blood, urine, and saliva on a pile of bones still dripping fluid at the end of the dark pathway. Noticed by none would have been the sight of a canine like creature heaving from its meal and growling bigger and bulkier. The form of the wolf grew in size and soon it was a third bigger and weighing at least one hundred and ninety pounds with dark black and red fur with streaks of brown caught in between.
As the night wore on the wolf creature sniffed the air in search of its next prey and smirked as he had come to where the other was. Nearby the second teen that had trounced Tristan was waiting fro his friend and sulking while nursing his beer and pulling out a cigarette to smoke on.
The boy looked down at his watch and noticed that it was almost five in the morning and decided to call it quits and head for home. Smoking on his cancer stick, the young man didn't know that he was leading a creature from the depths of his worst nightmares to his home. The shadows hid the monster as it stalked its next prey in wait for the opportune moment to strike out.
Once the teen made his way to his house he got out his key and was about to stick the key in when he felt a hand on his throat and an arm around his body pulling him back. Into the darkness the boy was taken and as he tried to cry out his throat was constricted into silence. A tongue slurped over his face and neck taking in his taste and the boy had the good mind to shudder before he was thrown to the ground at least fifty feet from his house. The bad part was that whatever had kidnapped him was three feet away.
Looking up, the younger boy cried out as he saw fangs glittering at him and then a dark muzzle lunging at him.
By the time the sun came up there was nothing but another pile of sticking bones lying on side of a house in the middle of a nice suburb. A young boy had come out to find the bones and blood when his dog had gotten hold of one of the legs of the skeleton and drug it back to its master to see. The younger boy had ran back to his parents and alerted them and the couple had called the cops soon after.
However, the creature who had let the present for the world to see was busy sleeping off his meal and growing even bigger. By the time the next nigh had gone the wolf beast weighed two hundred and fifty pounds and was seven feet tall while stretched out on the ground but came up to be almost five feet from the ground on all fours.
The monster woke during the night and the moon had an eerie red tint to its full form and the dark light made the wolf glow in with a dim aura of black and red surrounding it. One more prey to find and hunt and then the beast could leave this wretched world for home.
Sniffing the air, the beast found its last prey's scent and then lopped off after it final meal.
Dorian had worried when his little brother hadn't come home but he was sure that the boy had survived the night and would be better for it in the end. When he got out to the forest the following morning and found nothing but Tristan's clothes he was panicked but when he didn't find the head of the wolf suit he had kicked away and no cotton stuffing, the older boy had nearly pissed himself.
If something had happened to his little brother then he would have to face the wrath of his parents and maybe even the police later. When he came home to find his parents watching TV and the glaring at him, the twenty something year old blond nearly shit himself when he saw the reports. A wild animal had been on the loose and had killed two people and eyewitnesses could swear that the animal was some kind of dog like thing.
Immediately the older couple had screamed at him and demanded to know where his little brother was but Dorian came up with a quick lie and swore that Tristan was with friends. His parents had accepted that answer but swore that they would have a long talk with him if he were lying to them and that fact made the teen almost start crying.
When Tristan hadn't come home all day, Dorian made a quick escape out of the house to try and go over his friend's houses in hopes that the other two were still alive and that hadn't been them on the TV. He had hoped that one of them would have gone back to get Tristan out and taken him somewhere but when he got to his first friend's home he had been stopped by the cops and turned away. Going to his other friend's house, Dorian almost had a panic attack as he saw his friend's parents crying outside as the were talking about their sons found bloodied wallet.
Running home as fast as he could, Dorian began to think wild thoughts but soon he thought nothing as he was knocked unconscious and dragged off. A large canine form carried the boy into the woods with a perverse smile on its face and a rumbled in its belly.
Dorian woke up hours later after his head stopped hurting to find himself in the woods. To be exact, the same location he and his friends had left Tristan. The older blond looked up to see that he was naked and a large black and red wolf was staring at him. The red moon behind the beast illuminated the other's body and gave it an almost erotic glow.
"Who the hell are you? Tristan?!" Dorian cried out while shivering at the cold wind blowing through the balmy air.
"No. The human spirit is gone from this shell. I am a collector. A harvester of damned souls. And your soul had been judged to be condemned." The beast spoke with a deeper rumbling voice than Tristan had had but maybe would have had if he had lived long enough.
"Wha...?"
"You hurt an innocent soul and left him to die out here. The worst of sins you and two others have committed and as such you have been found guilty of the basic of rights to live. You and the other will become lost souls in the underworld for all of time to repent." The creatures said before stalking up to Dorian and looking down at him.
The boy wanted to argue about God and religion but nothing came out as the creature took hold of his body with its huge paws and the opened its mouth. The rank smell of rotting flesh and blood wafted over the human, making Dorian groan and hold his breath in disgust. It smelled worse than a half dead corpse but soon the teen was shown a more intimate view of the inside of the smelly cavern as the beast shoved him inside headfirst.
Dorian cried out and tried to wiggle to get away but in the creature's grip it was futile. The wet tongue played against the human's face and swept over his skin making the dripping saliva setting on the red appendage cover Dorian's nose and face and getting into his system by was of his own mouth. The blond began to quiver as his chest slid past and into the belly of the beast and since he was naked his abs and stomach got a free massage calming his mind until more of him was pulled downwards.
The wolf demon smirked at its prey as its tongue spread over its captive's groin exciting its meal and making Dorian hump against his red muscle. Taking its paw away from holding its prey, the beast let its prey sink into its new home for the evening.
Dorian tried to get as much stimulation as he could but soon he was pulled down by strong throat muscles and the upper half of the boy's body was taken into a hot and foul smelling chamber. Once he was in to his thighs and legs, Dorian slid down the rest of the way and then dropped fully into the belly of the beast.
Outside, the wolf creature slurped up its prey's legs and feet and then pulled his head back for a giant swallow and then fell the teen plop into him. When the boy was deep inside of him the wolf howled to the red moon and the glow of the red orb intensified before slowly returning to its normal white.
Inside Dorian was kept alive as the stomach acids of the creature began to eat into his flesh down to his bones. The skin turned red before it was literally melted off and blood backed up into the human's arteries in vain attempt to escape the fate awaiting Dorian. Soon the blood began to pool around Dorian's form and bones could have been seen if there was any light in the dark prison. The blond human felt strings of his hair fall out and soon he cried and apologized to his brother who couldn't have heard him even if Tristan was still alive.
In the outer world, the moon was almost white and the wolf creature could feel the body of its prey breaking up and away into a thick nourishing soup that made its body bigger and stronger and much more powerful. When Luna's light was again a soft ivory color the wolf beast was eight feet tall and weighing three hundred pounds easy. Its muscles bulged and thickened while the demon raised his head to the moon and howled out.
When the three souls had settled into the beast, the wolf snapped his paw like fingers and a dark hole formed under him and slowly swallowed the creature up. When the wolf was gone from sight all that was left was a dark patch of forest that nothing could grow in and the scattered remains of two humans clothing.