“Chirin, it’s time for your night practice,” said Wolf.
It had only been a few weeks since the lamb insisted on being the wolf’s pupil in an attempt to be like him. Day in and day out, Chirin was bruised and beaten in combat training. Wolf never put up a fair fight and why should he? The world was cruel and unforgiving. He didn’t even want the lamb there, much less nurture him. But Chirin’s presence and naivete did have its advantages and the wolf knew how to foster them.
As the sun set each night, Chirin and Wolf would convene in a cave and Wolf would get some relief. Since there were no bitches anywhere, the wolf had to settle for this wooly child. There was no way he could fit his shaft into Chirin’s ass at this stage. Instead, he used Chirin as his own milking device. Wolf would sit on his haunches as he made Chirin lick his shaft to arousal. From there, Chirin would take his small mouth around the tip and go to work. The wolf said that this “milk” would nourish him and help make him become more of a wolf. He knew that was a lie but Chirin didn’t know any better with his sheltered life on the farm. Chirin was impatient at first because he was used to having the milk be immediate from his mother as a newborn and it would take minutes to get this nourishment from his mentor. Little by little, the lamb grew better at suckling the wolf’s unusual teat between the legs. Chirin would always be thrown off by the sudden appearance of the “milk” and the taste but he grew to tolerate it, if only to get closer to being the wolf.
Tonight’s training was different. Wolf laid down on his belly.
“Aren’t I going to get the milk tonight?” asked the lamb.
“Yes, but you’re ready for some new training. You will grow up one day to find a mate and have a litter of your own. That requires the female organ. Since there aren’t any nearby, you’re gonna have to improvise. I will teach you how and then you will have to do the same to me. First, I need you to put your rump near my mouth.”
Chirin was confused by this order but was very eager to please. His butt was within reach of those jaws and it was tempting to bite but Wolf knew better. He saw a glimpse of the lamb’s pink hole under the tail and knew it was time for the lesson. He stuck out his tongue and gave it a few licks. Chirin gasped at the sensation. He had never been touched there before and to have a predator do this took a lot of trust.
The lupine poked and prodded the hole with his tongue in an effort to get further inside. The lamb was tight, no question there. It wouldn’t be for a few months at least before he could actually empty his seed inside him. But there was something enticing about doing this for his protégé. It wasn’t foreplay in the traditional sense but it told Chirin that there were bigger things on the horizon. The wolf decided now was as good a time as any for him to get the lamb ready for that part and he removed his muzzle from the hole. He stood up and positioned his erect tip at the entrance. He pushed a little bit with not much success as Chirin howled in pain. Wolf backed away but not before growling under his breath.
“It’s your turn. I shouldn’t do this but I’ll give you a small benefit and lay down so you can actually reach my hole. Now get to work.”
Chirin went to the wolf’s backside and leaned forward. There before his eyes was that portal. He might’ve seen one or two back on the farm but never paid attention. Now, this was his focus. He closed his eyes and stuck out his tongue. The bitter taste caused the lamb to gag at first. This wasn’t even close to the sweet taste of clover from the meadows or his master’s milk. If this really was another way for him to become a wolf, it was certainly a trial.
In an attempt to distract himself from the moment, Chirin imagined his mother cleaning him. She had so much warmth in her heart. Oh, how she loved him. Mom would start at the head in an effort to remove any dirt that was smudged on her son. He’d laugh and she would smile. Then she would lower her head and clean his loins for the rains would never reach them. While she never did this for sexual purposes, Chirin would get aroused. She was too embarrassed to tell him what was going on down there. She planned to one day but that day would never come.
Chirin’s small member popped out and he found himself getting quite nervous.
“Are you sure this won’t hurt you?” he asked.
“Trust me. I’ve felt worse,” said the wolf.
“If you say so…”
The lamb took a deep breath and readied himself for the next part. He lunged into the teacher’s backside and his shaft found its way inside the hole. The wolf was surprised by the initial force and growled in response.
“Sorry,” said Chirin. He took a few moments to acclimate to the new sensation. It was quite warm, much like mother’s mouth. As he wiggled around in order to get better footing, Chirin felt a strong tingling sensation around his penis. He found it quite pleasurable and pushed his entire body onto the wolf. It was in this moment that nature kicked in as predator and prey became one flesh. The lamb did his best with each thrust as his cock found a new home inside his teacher. It felt good to be the one in charge even if it was temporary.
It wasn’t long before Chirin’s body began preparations for climax. Chirin gritted his teeth as he felt the pangs get stronger. Something was building deep inside and it wanted out. The lamb grunted and panted heavily as the seconds ticked closer. A shiver ran up his spine as he let out a small howl, letting his immature seed enter the wolf. His cock throbbed with each spurt. Once it stopped, he backed away and looked at what he did. A trickle of white left the wolf’s hole.
“I think I did it, Wolf. I made that milk!”
“You certainly did. Now tell me, how did it feel?”
“Well, it was very strange at first. Once I got inside, it was like a whole new world revealed itself. It took a bit of time to get there but I saw myself as a powerful wolf like you. And I want more!”
“You’ll get there in time. This is only the beginning. We will take turns each night. For now, you need to sleep. You have another long day of training ahead.”
“Okay. Goodnight wolf.”
“Goodnight Chirin.”
And so it was for many months. As Chirin grew, so did his sexual urges. He managed to go for two or three rounds of filling his mentor’s hole throughout the day. Occasionally he would have Wolf suck him off for a change. Wolf was able to fit his sheath inside Chirin’s backside and tied the knot in the evenings. Chirin dubbed his penis “the third horn” as he found it to be just as strong as the ones on his head. He was a force to be reckoned with but the dynamic between them was not meant to last.
One night, Wolf took Chirin back to the farm where he was raised. Wolf intended to kill the rest of the flock but Chirin would not stand for it. After an intense battle, Chirin pierced his mentor’s flesh with horns. As Wolf laid dying, he expressed that he was proud of Chirin’s determination. Distraught, Chirin ran inside the barn and begged for the flock to recognize him as the one who vanished all those years ago. Alas, no one remembered and he returned to the mountains.
He remained alone for a while until one day, a wolf cub who strayed from his pack found Chirin’s cave. Chirin saw that the wolf wanted to grow up and be strong like him. It reminded the sheep of his youth and decided to take the pup as a pupil. Chirin made quick work of the young one in feeding him the milk of his loins and taught him the same lessons like before. Back on the farm, the animals said that the ringing bell in the mountains would be heard every now and then as a reminder of Chirin the Beast. If only they knew why.