Living as a Lycanthrope ch. 6
#6 of Living as a Lycanthrope
A man has to learn how to live his life while cursed
Living as a Lycanthrop Ch. 6
Here's the next chapter. I am sorry that theres not much in it, especially yiff wise. I am even more sorry for the delay in writing anything, I have had class, especially a writing class so I am often busy. Anyway heres some extra plot to this story. And as always Happy Reading!
Arther was super excited about his new cock, the change in his groin to where he had any recognizable genetalia made Arther so happy. He used it out very well with Carlos, who was more than eager to be topped by Arther, even in human form. The two spent the next week in Arther's apartment, Arther was unable to leave the apartment as he would shift into his bear form every few hours, each time he was more and more excited about his changes and each time Carlos was more than eager to help Arther with his horse cock.
Arther looked over at the other man sleeping in his bed, the pack had found a better place for he and Carlos to stay, Arther could afford it clearly and he noise they would make when they would plow one an other was starting to get reported. The day was moving day for Arther, he didn't have a lot of stuff or very expensive stuff but he did like the things he did have. Arther was losing some weight, but he was still fairly tubby.
Arther heard some hard knocking at the door and he stirred out of his half awake stuper. He had to pry Carlos off of him since Carlos had taken to cuddling Arther when he slept. Arther got out of his bed and yawned. He grabbed a pair of his underwear and a pair of shorts and put them on quickly as he lumbered over to the door. Arther opened the door to the sight of probably the two most muscular men he had seen up close, and he worked with all kinds of muscled gangsters.
"Hello there mate, you probably don't recognize us like this, I am Jack and this is my mate Tom, the Alpha sent us here to help you move." The man aparently named Tom said as he smiled at Arther. It took Arther a moment to pick his jaw off the floor and stammer for the two to come in. The two men walked into his apartment, their musk hitting Arther hard, nearly making him transform on the spot. The two got to work on their own, used to being gawked at by pretty much everyone.
Arther couldn't help but stare as the two picked up the boxes that Arther and Carlos had packed up earlier. They chuckled to them selves as they saw how Arther was gawking at their massive muscles flexing and moving as they picked up the boxes and carried them out. Arther just stared at them for a while and jumped when Carlos hugged him from behind.
"Hello early bird, you know your tenting your pants there. Hehe, don't worry my big bear, those two make every one of us go crazy. They are the muscle of the pack, the protectors, and movers. They used to be in the army way back and were part of the original pack. They help protect people from the hunters they are also personal trainers at the gym. They can take care of moving things, why dont we go out. Im starving" Carlos said as he walked in front of Arther and took his hand. Carlos walked the two of them back to the bedroom.
The two of them got dressed and walked out of the apartment. Arther was walking akwardly, his stiffy from watching the two muscle heads pick up boxes. Carlos walked them to his car and started driving. Carlos looked over at Arther and chuckled, seeing arther's tented shorts. "Hehe, got some wood there?"
"Oh? Uhm yeah. I must admit its nice. I never really had a cock before I got changed. Its why I am still single." Arther remarked
"Really? I had wondered, though it was hard to tell since you are such an animal in the sack."
"You think so? I just do what feels natural and what feels amazing. I am so glad I have you with me to help me deal with this, I don't know how I would of fared without you."
"Heh thanks pal, its no problem especially if you keep plowing me as well as you do." Carlos said grinnning while watching the road. This made Arther look away and blush.
"huh, the sreets seem oddly empty for some reason" Arther mentioned.
Screeeeech! Was all the warning before a huge car hit the side of their car. Arther and Carlos were thrown to the side as the car hit the passenger side of their car. Arther flew into Carlos as the car stopped. Carlos's door was flung open by the impact and the two of them fell out. The car's stopped and Arther tried to look about, his head fuzzy and his vision bluring and blacking out every so often. He heard growling and cocking of guns and even the drawing of what sounded like a sword.
Arther saw vaguely, Carlos in his werewolf shape crouched down over him protectivly. Arther heard gun shots and growling and other sounds of fighting as his vision blurred out again. Arther felt people pick him up as he heard Carlos growl and snarl out more. He blacked out again and he felt that he was tied up in a car with a bag over his head. He heard a howl and felt sick to his stomach at the feeling behind the howling, the pain of loss and fear. Arther blacked out again.
Back where Carlos was standing, he had shifted back to his human form, Arther was gone, there were a few body's still alive, barely. The hunters had attacked, they took Arther from him and he had to get him back.