by the light of the moon

Postby mikeybound » Mon Jun 20, 2011 11:54 am

can someone do an intimate supernatural tug? ever since i started watching Teen Wolf on mtv, ive been craving cute gay werewolves.

Re: by the light of the moon

Postby mikeybound » Thu Aug 04, 2011 12:30 pm

Anybody in to this?

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Postby Jack Roper » Fri Aug 05, 2011 4:15 pm

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Re: by the light of the moon

Postby mikeybound » Sat Aug 27, 2011 1:04 pm

More please! And maybe some leather gear?

Re: by the light of the moon

Postby Jack Roper » Sat Aug 27, 2011 4:13 pm

Check out my continuation under "Teen Wolf."

Re: by the light of the moon

Postby Tailsy » Sat Aug 27, 2011 5:01 pm

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Re: by the light of the moon

Postby Darkwolf25 » Tue Oct 11, 2011 2:51 pm

Here I started this on Lycanon.org, an interactive story website where you can read stories and write new sections to them yourself to make the stories longer. I thought it pertained to this forum. the last, longer, section is by me, but the beginning part of it was already on the site. hope you enjoy!
Home Alone
So you're the average teenager. Well, not really.
Your dad made the mistake of telling you that he works with a secret government agency, not the Navy, as he told everyone else. This almost cost him his job. You had to vow not to tell anyone what you heard. It's good that your mom didn't get involved. She's a doctor, and the only reason she didn't hear the news is because she's on a 6-month trip to third-world countries to give free medical service to anyone that needs it. Your dad is getting ready to leave for another nine months himself, leaving you with the house and a car, all by yourself.
"Now son", he tells you, trying to look stern and barely making determined, "I don't want any parties thrown while your mother and I are away. We're tracking the elusive Dr. Hex, and that is the least of my worries. You hear me?"
"You know, Dad", you grimace, "if you keep telling me these things, they're going to have to wipe my memory." You shrug. "Anyway, yeah, okay, no parties."
"Well", he answers in the style of a lecturing professor, "you know, we are developing a prototype for a machine that..." He stops himself barely in time. "Oops! Forget I said that. I'd better leave before I say anything else."
Finally, the house to yourself!

"Now, class," your biology teacher drones as he stands in front of the faded picture of a frog's insides, "I want you all to give a warm Franklinville welcome to Dr. Marmago." You can't believe it--in a High School, your teacher is still treating you like first-graders!
"Good afternoon, Dr. Marmago." Oh brother.
"Good afternoon, students," the plain-looking man says with a slight chuckle. "I'm here today to talk to you about DNA. Does anyone know what 'DNA' stands for?"
And this is how your last class of the year goes. He drones on in a patronizing lecture mode, then asks some preschool question for anyone who's listening. You aren't really paying any attention, though. When the whole mess grinds to a halt at the bell, he hands out pamphlets to everyone. On the way out, most of the other kids just throw theirs away, but you just stick it in with your books and walk to your locker to remove everything that's left.
As soon as you get home, you just put all of your stuff on the kitchen table and begin to decide which of it to burn first. You decide on all the Algebra 2 assignments that never made it out of your locker and the pamphlet that guy gave you. Just as you do, you see an advertisement claiming that you could receive half a million dollars if you work with some guy with a weird name and some machine of his. Five hundred thousand dollars just waiting to be taken. Easy enough, you decide, and after about twenty phone calls, you get it all straightened out. You mother would be mailed some forms to fill out, and in one week you would be working with some guy and his invention. Afterward, you'd have a small fortune to spend while mom and dad are both out.
Life is great.

Your thoughts are interrupted by a knock at the door. You look through the peephole and see Scotty, the neighbor boy. He sometimes can be a pest, but he means well, and both your families like it when you volunteer to play catch with him. Stupidly, you open the door all the way and let him get in the first word.

"Hide and seek! You're it!" he giggles, and he already is out of sight by the time that you turn around. This effectively makes you babysitter, not to mention "it."

You wander around looking for Scott, if only to tell him that you don't want to play his stupid games anymore. Suddenly, he jumps out from behind a clump of trees, calling, "Over here! Look at this!" You follow him to a clearing where he points to a trail of HUGE footprints!
Looking closely at the prints, you see that they look a bit like pawprints.

"They're just made by a large dog" you tell Scott.
"Look closer." replies Scott "The innermost toe is bigger than the others, and they look human-shaped, with fallen arches. I think we're dealing wih a werewolf here!"
"Don't be stupid," you say "werewolves don't exist!"

Just then the two of you hear howling. "Umm, Jake what was that" Scott asked."I d-don't know" you answear. "Sounded like howling." "Well werewolves aren't real... right?" Scott asked.you look at him, the kid looks like he's going to wet himself.then you say "It looks like we're about to find out." Then a wolf-like figure comes and you think to yourself "We're dead!" and then...
As the huge werewolf continues to advance on you, continuing to howl, Scott says "There's something wrong with that werewolf."

"Yes, it fancies us for supper!" you reply, backing away "Let's just run!"
"No, I mean the wolf's limping." says Scott. You look to see that Scott is right. The wolf then holds up his huge footpaw, gripping the ankle, and you see that he has a thorn sticking into his footpad. "He's got a thorn stuck in his foot!" says Scott "That's why he was howling so much! The poor thing's in pain!"

You try to pull the thorn out for the creature, but he keeps squirming and moving around. also every time you get a good grip on it and start to pull, he snarles at you and snaps his jaws in your face. you want to help the poor thing, but you dont want to get bitten. so you tell scott to go back to your house and grab your backpack. meanwhile you help the wolf hobble over to a fallen tree, and he sits, but you shake your head "no". you pull the wolf off the tree trunk, and he doesnt resist as you place him laying on the ground with his legs resting on the tree so that his paws are elevated. he seems exasted, and just lies there, breathing and staring at the tree branches above. scott returns with the backpack, and you pull several long coils of thick rope out from inside. scott looks at you puzzlingly, but you just whisper "camping supplies". you aproach the resting wolf, and he looks at you quizically, but doesnt react when you tie his wrists together above his head. you make sure to tie them securly, and with lots of rope because you dont know how strong he might be. you take a shorter peice of rope and quickly tie it around his muzzle, afraid he might bite you. he whimpers, but still just lies there. your bring his wrist down to his waist and using the leftover length from the 25ft rope you used on his wrists, you wrap it around his waist several times and tie it off, securing his wrists to his waist. then you step over the log to the other side and tie his ankles tightly together, making rope cuffs, so he cant squirm his paws away while you remove the thorn.you tie the rope off to two stakes for a tent, which you also pull out of the backpack. you throw the tent itself to scott, who gets caught in it like a net rather than ctaching it and squirms around under the fabric. you laugh and continue your task. you tie a rope around the wolf's thighs, and tie it to the rope around his wrists. now you are confident the werewolf will stay still, so you go back to his paws and stand there, admiring your work. you look at his paws, helpless and immoble, waiting for you to do what ever you want to them, and yo realize you have enjoyed this waaayy to much, so you clear your throat, crack your knuckles, and set to work. you grab the thorn, pull it out and sigh. "well that was easy..." you sigh, dissapointed that it wasnt more difficult so you could spend more time touching the bound werewolf's paws 'wait am i thinking?' you think 'this isnt like me! why do i find myself enjoyng having a werewolf tied up at my disposal and touching his hind paws' in your confusion you fail to notice all the noise the werewolf is making into his muzzle until this point. when you look up, you see scott stroking the werewolf's left paw, playing with his toes and paw pads. when scott notices you gawking at him he grins sheepishly and begins to untie the wolf "wait!" you exclaim "he may still be dangerous, we should keep him bound and take, observe him for a while to see his nature." scott seems excited about this concept and retightens the knot. you untie the ankle ropes from the stakes, and push his legs off the tree, with much protest from the wolf. then you use the ropes to tie his ankles to the rope around his waist, putting him into a loose hogtie. "help me with this" you motion to scott. you both pick up the werewolf, throwing the tent over, and the backpack on your back. you carry him back to your house, which thankfully isnt far, and you are both exasted so you put him down on the couch. you and scott go to the kitchen to talk. "what are we going to do with him?" scott asks "i have a big dog crate in my basement from before my dog died, we could put him there." you say, scott nods. you get the wolf a drink of water, then untie his muzzle and pour it slowly into his mouth, and he recieves it greatfully. you look into the poor animals eyes, and it seems so human. you wonder once again why you are doing this, and what is this strange obsession you suddenly have with his paws which has caused you to take him home with you and keep him locked up. you and scott take him down to the basement and lock him, still hogtied into the large #8ftx6ft# cage. you and scott look at the helpless creature, then eachother, then him again. you both say "now what?"

hope you guys like it! maybe someone will get inspired and go finish/continue it on the site (or this one i dont really mind if you post a continuation on this forum) Also this is my first post here!! :) :tickle:

Re: by the light of the moon

Postby mikeybound » Wed Oct 19, 2011 6:10 am

This was good! But maybe we can see the wolfs human form a bit?

Re: by the light of the moon

Postby Darkwolf25 » Wed Oct 19, 2011 1:32 pm

k'dokey he cant stay that way forever anyway... whenever the sun decides to come up...