Agent Fox Mulder (i_want_2) wrote in multi_fiction, @ 2008-12-17 11:23:00 |
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Entry tags: | het, rated: explicit, slash, were/beast, wolf lake |
Fic: Eros Theory 5/6 Wolf Lake
Eros Theory: Legend of the White Wolf.
Lopaka Tanu
Disclaimer: I do not own Wolf Lake.
Warnings: MPREG SLASH AND TRANS GENDER FLIPPING oh and a few minor things like beastiality, violence, language, and wolf Sex.
Archive: Yes plese tell me where.
Summary: This picks up where Wolf Lake left off. With my own twist added.
Rating: Nc-17
Any other good stuff just add it to my bill.
Author's note: This is not just about a MPREG or Lou Diamond Phillips being naked. Though that right there is enough. So just stick with me here. I have wanted to write this fic since Tyler Creed first confronted John Kanin.
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Wolf Biology states that when a female is in heat she will usually hide herself away from the pack except for her chosen mate. In order for him to mate successfully he must follow or lose his chance to mate.
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Part 5 "Yes, Master."
8:45 am Monday Blackstone Residence.
"...How could you keep this secret for so long, Sherman?" Mathew Donner watched as the form of a man stood, shook a couple times, and walked over to the creek to kneel. He observed with fascination, as the man bent forward on all fours and drank directly from the creek.
Sherman Blackstone looked at his son with pride and love as he rolled in the ferns and mosses like a puppy. "He was not supposed to be here. When they took away his lover he nearly went insane looking for her. What else was I supposed to do, let him continue living in a mess until he finally died in the line of duty because he could not care anymore. I know, I checked. His desk Sergeant confirmed he was getting reckless."
"How long has he been this way Sherman?"
"What do you mean?"
"How long has he been a skinwalker? I mean Ruby would have told us if she suspected something. Wait a minute, just when did he first flip?" Matt had a bad feeling in his gut over this one.
Sherman finally turned to face the sheriff. "He first flipped Friday night as far as I know. That was the first time any one reported a white wolf in the area in a month. We both know Ruby high tailed it out of Wolf Lake the moment she was free. Who else could it have been?"
"I have no idea. Some how I doubt this will go down well with the others when they find out, and they will find out. I mean you just can't keep him locked up in here forever." Mathew watched the emotions play over Sherman's face. "People will start to notice he is gone Sherman. In fact they already are."
"Then you will have to do something about that. Make up a lie. There are only two people I have to answer to in regards to his where abouts. I will tell neither of them unless they directly ask me where he is. Those are the rules." His voice left no room for doubt on his stance.
"Well let me guess, V is the obvious answer and I already know where he is, so Ruby?"
Sherman shook his head no as the man in the room did the same. Sherman smiled which the man emulated. Waving a hand in the air like a wolf pawing at something was copied as well. Sherman laughed as the man tried to mimic his facial expressions over the water.
"Would you stop doing that and tell me who is so damned important that you have to hide him here from them?"
"Sheriff!" At the sound of Tyler Creed's voice the man shifted instantly back to wolf and ran off back to the cave yipping.
Mathew stopped dead as he looked at Sherman. The man had a resigned expression on his face. "You can't mean... That Tyler is the one that... Heaven help us. What do you want Creed?"
"I want to know why you were so damned quick to leave to get here?"
"Are you following me Tyler?"
Tyler Creed walked down the ramp to stand next to the other two men looking in to the Black out Room. "No just curious, that's all Sheriff. What is so interesting about the Black Out Room? Somebody in there?"
"And what if there was Tyler, you have no jurisdiction here. This is Mr. Blackstone's land."
"I have all the jurisdiction I need if Ruby is here. Is she? Tell me the truth, I can smell her scent all around here. I can also that bitch Kanin's smell as well. I suggest you have that cough looked at Sheriff, sounds nasty. Wouldn't want you dead now would we." Tyler stared at Sherman waiting for an answer.
"I can honestly say that Ruby is not here."
"Has she been here, is she with John Kanin?" Tyler was starting to get frustrated, sexually frustrated that is.
"Nope, sorry. She has not been here in years, nor is she with John."
"Oh yeah, where is our little errant deputy?"
"He is in the Black Out Room."
"What is he doing in the Black Out Room?"
Sherman smiled. "Learning about being a wolf and hiding from you."
Tyler smirked. "I guess he has genus envy, eh Matt?"
"What ever you say, Tyler. Sherman, I will keep in touch with you over that wolf problem of yours. For now, I will let you handle it. If something goes wrong, you know where to find me. Good day." He nodded to Sherman, as he passed Tyler he inhaled the man's scent and snorted. "Tyler."
Tyler glared at the man as he passed but let the Sheriff go this time. He turned back to the room and noticed that the man inside was watching him from the corner of the cave, his face half hidden behind the rock wall. Tyler pursed his lips in a kissing motion which caused the man to dive back in to the cave completely. His smirk grew wider.
"Is there a reason you are making kissy faces at John Kanin, Tyler? One would think you were interested in sex outside your marital bed. Is that not against the institution of marriage?" Sherman sounded amazed as he spoke, giving an air of astonishment, disbelief, and scandal to his words.
Tyler glared at the old man out of the corner of his eye. "It might if the marriage was ever consecrated in a bed much less any where else. So it can't really be considered cheating if the marriage does not exist."
"If that is the case then you had better find your white wolf fast. Who knows what sort of dastardly man might be trying to claim her for their own." He laughed as Tyler huffed one last time and strutted off. Turning his head Sherman caught a pair of golden eyes, watching Tyler walk away, through the tall grasses and ferns. Sighing he knew with out a doubt what John's animalistic mind was planning. He was also sure that when John was once again in his right mind and not thinking like a wolf, he would be needing a lot of support.
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10:15 am. Wednesday Wolf Lake High School
Sheriff Donner, Sophia Donner, Luke Cates, and Vivian Cates sat in the conference room staring at one another. Well Sophia was staring at the table, Luke was staring at the ceiling, Vivian staring off in to space and Matt was burning holes in to Luke.
"So..."
"Silence you little slut. If you so much as breathe wrong I will knock your little dick in the dirt."
"Matt..."
"Dad..."
"Don't Matt and Dad me. If either of you had been thinking this would never have happen. I swear if either of you think you are getting off scott free, think again. You are going to take care of the little ankle biters when they come out in six months or so help you both. Luke you are going to get a job and both of you are taking plan parent hood classes with Mr. Blackstone. If you fail to achieve any of your goals I will ride your asses until you get them done, you hear me." With a snort of anger he stood and stormed out of the room.
Vivian watched in shock, as the man she thought she knew, walked out of the room. "Well it looks like my part in all this is clear. Kids, you heard him. Why do I get the feeling he is the one in charge of the clan and not me?"
"Mom..."
"I don't want to hear it Luke. You screwed up one time too many, now you are going to pay for your mistakes and I don't want to hear another word. Now I want both of you to think on what you have done and start to plan for the future. Don't look at me that way young man. It takes two to tango and it's time to pay the piper." She to snorted in disgust and stormed out of the room.
Luke watched her go stunned then turned to look at Sophia with surprise. "What just happened here?"
"I think they told us this is our problem and we are going to have to deal with it as such. So, what are we going to do now, Daddy?"
Luke promptly answered by passing out cold on the table.
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5:30 pm. Friday Sheriff's station.
The file cabinet slammed shut as Molly growled in rage. All week she had been stuck in this damn office filling out reports and doing shit John Kanin should be doing. That little bitch was over at Sherman's all week. She smiled as she remembered the big stink raised over his disappearance by Vivian.
Vivian had come in the day before in her usual pissy mood since Wednesday's little piece of information. Her yellow eyes had searched the station and landed on Donner. Poor man really had it coming. She had him against the stone wall with anger.
"Where is that deputy of yours?"
"What in hell is the meaning of this V?" He had tried to remove her hand but she gripped tighter.
"I said where is he. I want to know, and I want to know now!"
"What has he done this time?"
She produced a tape with the station's symbols on it. "I was catching up on my daily reports from the station when I noted this." Her fingers were leaving indentations on the hard plastic as she forced him to take it.
Dragging him collar first in to his office, she had forced him to watch ever moment and detail of the almost mating between her son and John Kanin. Of course Molly had observed to be on the safe side, you know, just to make sure she did nothing too permanent.
What ever John had done, Luke had nearly flipped and taken the slut over the desk in wolf form. That would have been bad news for everyone. Her own ire had gone up over that one.
"Look what your detective has done to my son. He has incensed him to nearly flip and take him. My son is not gay! What ever your detective has done, he must be punished for it. I will not tolerate this lack of obedience over this one moment more!"
Matt had stood over her last statement and forced Molly out as he locked the door. A few moments later he was dragging a speechless Vivian out of the station and saying he was going to take Vivian to visit John over at Blackstone's. That was yesterday and ever since she had been stuck here with the two idiot deputies who were still too green to even make a decent cup of coffee.
With another slam, she closed the files again. "Matt get your ass back here now! I am sick and tired of managing this station all by myself. You hear me damn you! Johnson, where are the files on the Brickford case. Am I the only one working around here? And where in hell is my god damn cup of coffee?" She turned at the sound of someone choking to find Johnson with the case file, and her cup of Coffee. Her eyes narrowed as he went pale and backed away whimpering. The yelps of pain from bite marks increased when the burns from hot coffee arrived.
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7:20 pm. Blackstone residence.
Vivian stared in shock at the white wolf as she ran around the room yet again. She could hardly believe it. Yesterday when she was told John was actually a white wolf, she had nearly died from shock. In the car, on the way over, she had started laughing. When she saw the evidence with her own eyes, she had frozen in shock once more.
Sherman had been very patient with her and her questions. He had done all in his nature just to keep her from having a nervous breakdown over this. John was now the future of the clan, and only three people knew about it. She planned to keep it that way unless necessary to reveal the secret. They all swore to an oath on this.
It was decided, that seems John was bonded with Tyler, and his own mind would not be returned until he mated, then they would. In fifteen more minutes a carefully laid plan and deception was going to be carried out. John would be released to a gathering of the pack for the final night of the mating season and the ritual party afterwards.
When he had mated with Tyler, he would run off and hide from the rest of the pack for a few days. Only there would be no running. They would catch him, and force him to submit to their form of mental therapy, lord knows he was going to need it after tonight.
Ten more minutes.
John was going to be the mother of Creeds kids and no one was going to prevent that. To do so would cause too much dissent among the pack. No, John would make this sacrifice for the good of the pack, and that was final. Besides, he wanted to do it as well.
"That's right, you keep telling yourself that, and may be one day you will believe it."
"Vivian, it's the only way to get John back and keep the pack together. If there was another way you could be damn sure I would take it. But frankly there are no more options and there is no more time. Sherman, it's time." His solemn face met with the old Indian's sorrowful nod. Together they opened the great stone door to the back of the cave in the Black out room.
Out like a shot, the white wolf was running in to the woods calling to her mate and the rest of the pack. Soon they would be together again, then no one would separate them.
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Woods, Midnight.
John was frantic. What the hell was going on? Why did the world look different. Why did the area between his legs hurt? He stopped and poked his nose as he sniffed his crotch? Eyes wide, he looked down again. What was that?
He looked at his... paws!!! John didn't like this dream any more. He wanted to be human again, now! Suddenly the world around him changed as he did. The world looked right again.
Pain, there was a strong pain in his abdomen. It felt different, wrong somehow. Strong cramps forced him to double over and call out his distress. In a moment he was surrounded.
He looked up through tear blurred eyes and pleaded with the man to help him. When the man smirked at him, John knew he was in trouble.
"So you are the white wolf of this pack. They have been trying to get ours for a few days now. We wondered why you tried to stop them, and why the man would stop us from hurting you. We now know that you are his mate, for you have his scent all over you." He and the others shook their heads as they scented the air. "As his bitch, you will carry his pups. You are both strong alphas, we need that. I don't trust you to come willingly or to give up your pups when they are born, so we will take you now."
John was up and ready to fight who ever these weird freaks were. If they wanted a fight, by god he was going to give it to them. That was until he felt the dart in his butt cheek. He hated being nude, especially in the extras from the movie wolfman. Look there was the old gypsy and her son, the man with the curse. Oh look, there were more, all wore the same symbol, the jointed R, a rune or so he had been told.
He giggled, the shapes he were seeing were funny. What was that, oh no, they were going to take him with them. For some reason, he found that rather hysterical. What was that man doing? Why did he have to remove his buckle in order to take him with them. John didn't like the looks of this.
It wasn't funny any more. Especially not when the man shifted in to a wolf and tried to get him to too. Or at least that is what the wolf said to his mind. He shook his head no. He was not going to turn in to a wolf. The others forced him on to his hands and knees as the large wolf bit a point on his neck.
The world tilted on it's edge and he saw yellow. He realized he was being carried like he was a large dog. Calling out, John tried to alert the pack. They were dognapping him. As he was placed in the back of a van the old woman climbed in with him. She stroked his fur and cooed at him in a strange language. What was she saying?
"You are the last hope our clan has. There are very few of our females left, and you being a white wolf are guaranteed to produce at least four pups at one time. With two litters a year, we will have a clan to rival even our cousins here in the new world. We knew if we followed that quack, allowed him to record the voices of our pack mates, we would find you. You are destined to be with our leader. It is a great honor to be chosen.
"When you spoke to my grand daughter the others knew you were the one. At first it was a shock that you were a male, but we have learned not to question the wisdom of the Bitch Goddess. Her voice rang out with your words. Only the elders have your vocal patterns, thus you are special indeed. Sleep now, when you awaken again we will be home. Sleep dear one."
As her voice sang in an old melody, he did just that. His last thoughts were 'what the hell is she talking about', and 'this is the weirdest fucking dream I have ever had, when I wake up, you are dead, Sherman. I wonder what he slipped me this time'? He yawned once more and slipped in to a deep sleep.