Chapter 43: Companions At Best The Courtyard, Timber Creek School Of Fine Arts, Wakefield, U.S.A... Porter had managed to put what happened between himself and Conway Rollins out of his mind for the time being but he had done so with great difficulty, the massive brute had been so good at twisting and pummeling his weary body that he had been almost sorry that he'd left him when he did. The rather confused lad attempted to make sense of why things had gotten so hectic when it came to his wolfish nature and Conway's designs upon him as a result of its late discovery. It had been to no avail as Embrey made her way toward him a glint behind her eyes as she approached with a wide smile filed across her lovely face. He could smell her magic a mile away as she approached him curious as to what had been keeping him from class for the past few days. "Long time no see Wolfie," she said greeting him warmly. Up close Porter had been reminded of her blue hair and the stench of magic that m
Chapter 44: A Lesson In The Ways Of NatureThe Woods, Timber Creek School Of Fine Arts, Wakefield, U.S.A... Porter Fulton had not been looking forward to the fact that he once more had class out in the woods with Mr. Fowler. The last time he'd been subjected to wolfish training, he had sprained an ankle amid a hike around The Knotting Tree and ended up with the strange ancient tree's spores getting to him that left him on the business end of Conway Rollins' thick cock for days on end. He had not been too keen on the fact that Owen Clark had been in class either knowing what he knew about them and how Conway held control over both their bodies when the rut had gotten the better of him. Upon his arrival, Porter took full notice of Conway, his muscle-ripped chest had been bare and his eyes were as wild as ever. It didn't take a master study in the ways of wolfish behaviors for the lad to know that his roommate had been given to the effects of the rut and would pounce at a moment's noti
Chapter 45: Primal PursuitsThe Woods, Timber Creek School Of Fine Arts, Wakefield, U.S.A... Whimpers and snarls abound had been resounding through the deep woods as Conway Rollins continued to pummel the slick secondary sex of the lesser werewolf Porter Fulton. Snarls erupted from both the brute and the lesser beast as their act commenced, Conway's larger frame flexed as he pinned Porter to the forest floor desperate and raging as he pumped his thick cock in and out of his chosen mate who had remained in denial about their true association. Unable to help himself, Porter whimpered as Conway continued to pound his sodden sex in a desperate attempt to lay claim to his hidden womb wanting only to fill it with his pups as soon as possible in the wake of finding him amid the endless see of other howlers who had not at all been compatible. Porter continued his whimpering as he realized that Conway had once again been inside him and was desperate to see his belly swell with pups once he'
Prologue: Decompensation In Desolation The Men's Restroom, Unknown Pub, Unknown Location, Outskirts Of Wakefield... One drink seemed to be all it took to make the world of a rather optimistic and cheery young man go from a happy-go-lucky bliss to a downward spiral of agony in the wake of his body attempting to expel what was believed to have been poison as his perception changed rather drastically in the wake of the terror that filled him. Just one drink, from a local pub where the bartender seemed to be on the payroll of a group of odd thugs that frequented the place. He'd been a rather charming old man, the spiking of the younger lad's drink notwithstanding, as he set about wiping down the wooden countertops and making small talk with those brave enough to venture past his doors in search of a drink and company. The thugs had been the height of the scholastic royalty being rich, obnoxious, and having family lines that went back generations with a good deal of prestige and money
Chapter 1: A Hopeful Future In Strange Surroundings Timber Creek School Of Fine Arts, Wakefield, U.S.A... Trembling pale hands held the barely visible and sweat-soaked white paper formerly crumbled and filled with a good degree of wrinkles after having been stored away in the back pocket of tight-fitting blue jeans as a young pale-looking lad sixteen years of age with unkempt dirty blond locks and inquisitive blue eyes amplified in size behind shining eyeglasses seemed to be out of sorts upon arrival to the massive school that loomed before him. He had not been much to look at being of average height and lacking any sort of physical advantage in terms of looks. He was reduced to simply being a "typical nerd" from middle school and up through high school. He'd found himself shoved into quite a few lockers and trash cans over the long four-year route to get to this point. The point in his life when his decision to attend a four-year college due to the excellent tuition program an
Chapter 2: The Complexities Of Settling In Porter's Room, Bungalow 13, Timber Creek School Of Fine Arts, Wakefield, U.S.A... Nightfall had been upon them by the time Porter Fulton finally unpacked his last box and did away with any lingering articles of waste in terms of what was left over from his settling in. Being the neat freak that he'd always seemed to come in handy more often than not as he managed to clear away everything and unpack it neatly after establishing himself in his new room. The spacious apartment-like bungalow had been ideal for his new comfort zone even with the naked brute being across the front room and up to no good, but he could hardly blame him. If his body had not been so pathetically below average in terms of muscle mass and mediocre in the looks department he might have felt like a king of sorts among beautiful women as well. Porter sighed as he plopped down onto his new bed, a single twin bed with a good deal of book casing and a few end tables th
Chapter 3: An Early Morning Blunder Bungalow 13, Timber Creek School Of Fine Arts, Wakefield, U.S.A... The call of nature had been one that even an exhausted Porter Fulton had not been able to resist as he slowly roused from his tumultuous slumber and slowly made his way toward his bedroom door. In the middle of the night, he had been under the impression that he'd taken off his shirt while attempting to get comfortable while sleeping only to toss it about the room in the middle of the night. Porter shuffled from the bedroom and out into the front room toward the bathroom where he'd been of the mind to relieve himself of the intense pressure on his bladder in the wake of climbing out of bed. The cool air had not made his need any better as he moved about the front room ignoring the fact that the clothes belonging to the girls from the previous night had disappeared in the wake of their hasty morning exit from the living quarters and Conway's attire still littered the floor.
Chapter 4: Awkwardness Thy Name Is Porter Outside The Main Building, Timber Creek School Of Fine Arts, Wakefield, U.S.A... First impressions had been the damnedest thing as Porter Fulton found himself moving about the vast campus of his new school still as clueless as he'd been during his first arrival. He had been walking quite a bit before running into an apparent student aid making her rounds along the campus happily assisting lost students and new students alike. She'd been quite the artistic type given that she seemed to favor her dark tie-dye shirt and blue streaks that lined her dark locks. She had green eyes when seen up close and looked to be about Porter's age despite her vast experience with the college. "Hey, you look lost, can I offer you any assistance?" she asked with a cheery smile despite her appearance. "I am lost and relatively new here," admitted Porter pleased that someone had been of the mind to help him. "I've just come from bungalow 13 and got a bit tu