<xmp>Magician's Wolf
part 3
by Alexi92

	Clara awoke in a strange place. Still a wolf, 
she could smell strange odors in the room with her 
lupine nose. She shook her head trying to clear her 
vision. As the world began to focus around her, 
distinct images began to take shape, stone walls, 
large cubbies around the room filled with straw and 
meat, and three large dogs staring at her.

	Clara whined. Dogs, large dogs. They eyed her 
hungrily. She began to edge backward, to put as much 
distance between herself and them as possible. Her 
heart raced wildly.

	The Magician had said she was taking her to his 
castle so she could stay in his kennel. He was 
unaware of the curse that had been placed on her 
human self, making her a wolf as long as she did not 
have a cock stuffed in her. He treated her like a 
wolf, even worse, like dog, when she was neither. Now 
his dogs stared at her, unsure of this new canine. 
She got the distinct impression that she was 
unwelcome and that the situation might turn violent 
at any second. She wanted to go home, she wanted 
Peter.

	Long ago, before she met Peter, when she had 
been alone, unable to get a man to fuck her as a wolf 
and unwilling to let other wolves mate with her, she 
ended up roaming the world as a wolf. Unable to 
survive as a lone wolf she would temporarily join 
wolf packs to survive. The influence had made her 
even more like a wolf. She had actually felt her 
humanity slip away. But then, in between packs, she 
had met Peter and her humanity had come rushing back. 

	But now it seemed she was to spend a long time 
with canines again. Peter didn't even know what 
happened to her, what if he returned home and thought 
she had abandoned him? What if he never came for her? 
What if she was to forever be a wolf? What if Peter 
abandoned her? Clara began to panic.

	One of the dogs let out a loud growl. He 
approached Clara, a suspicious look in his eye. She 
froze, afraid of the oversized beast. His monstrous 
nose began to sniff at her body, analyzing the scent 
every inch of her body gave off. She simply stood 
still.

	Finally he ended his long examination. He crept 
up and mounted her. The action startled Clara. The 
large dog's front paws rested on her back and the 
head of his large cock found its way to her vaginal 
entrance. 

	God, no, Clara screamed to herself. No, no, no. 
This couldn't be happening. The magician had planned 
it all along, she had been brought here to be mated 
to his dogs! 

	Clara tried to wrench herself free of the large 
dog but it growled loudly in anger. Its two 
companions took up the growl, revealing their sharp 
teeth, filling the room with the scary sounds of 
maddened beasts threatening harm. The sound caused 
Clara to stop in fear, her body unable to move.

	The dog behind her thrust forward, sending his 
oversized cock into her wolfen cunt. Almost instantly 
Clara felt her body transform from wolf to human. She 
screamed as the large dog cock stretched the walls of 
her human sized vagina.

	The dog, sensing the transformation, paused and 
was surprised to find himself fucking a blonde woman 
and not a wolf. But rather than be dismayed, the dog 
seemed overjoyed and began to pound Clara's cunt with 
enthusiasm.

	The other dogs stared at the blonde woman their 
friend was fucking. She was beautiful with an modest 
bosom, her face a mixture of pain, sorrow, and fear. 
They scrambled forward, each racing the other for the 
chance to stick their cock in her mouth. 

	These oversized dogs had once been human and 
their human tastes remained the same. While they did 
not relish fucking a female wolf, though their master 
had commanded them to, they were only to eager to 
fuck a desirable woman.

	For Clara the experience brought back memories 
of when she had first met Peter. She had been 
overpowered by another wolf and forced to mate with 
him. This of course brought about her transformation 
and she had soon found herself the rape victim of a 
wolf. Then Peter had found and saved her. Peter 
learned of her curse and didn't care, never once 
treating her like a freak or making her feel like a 
wolf, taking care of her like she was his wife.

	But Peter was far away and couldn't save her 
now.

	Another dog shoved its foul tasting cock in her 
mouth while the one working her pussy showed no signs 
of relenting. Clara began to cry.

***

	Peter was having woman problems. He shouldn't 
have been, he had a wife waiting for him back in his 
large cabin in the forbidden woods. Well, almost a 
wife, a woman he loved as much as a wife.

	So he felt particularly guilty about the tall 
Amazon bandit that was holding on to his arm. Aethis 
was as giddy as a lovesick little girl, although she 
sure as hell didn't look like one. Ever since that 
night when they had fucked, the Amazon kept talking 
about how they were meant for each other. Peter was a 
bit apprehensive about that. He wasn't completely 
sure but he might have been raped.

	Aethis didn't seem to worry about such matters. 
She had found a man worthy to be her mate. She walked 
proudly next to Peter down the dirt path to Lorit 
City, holding on to her beloved's arm.

	"I hope our first child is a girl," Aethis 
said. 

	The statement caused Peter to flinch. He wasn't 
sure how to tell Aethis that it wouldn't work out. 
Ever since her ordeal in the city near the forbidden 
woods she had been pretty unstable emotionally, a 
confrontation like that could destroy her.

	"It will be a strong girl," Aethis continued. 
"She will have my physical strength and your 
courage."

	God, thought Peter, what if she's already 
pregnant? They had only spent the one night fucking 
but that might have been enough. What would he do? 
What would Clara do? Even if Aethis wasn't pregnant, 
how would Clara respond to him fucking another woman? 
Had he already destroyed his chances of true 
happiness with the woman he loved?

	"Peter?" 

	Peter snapped out of his thoughts. "Huh? What?"	

	"What are you thinking about?"

	"Clara." Peter flinched again. He hadn't meant 
to say that, it just slipped out. God, what would the 
damage be on Aethis' emotional state?

	Aethis didn't seemed phased in the slightest. 
"Hmm. Yes. We'll have to kill her."

	Peter stopped walking. "What?"

	"We'll have to kill her. You're just invested 
too much in her. You'll need to make a complete 
break, so she needs to die. Then we can live together 
free of any feelings for other people." 	 

	That's when Peter realized that he nothing he 
could say would break the delicate balance of Aethis' 
sanity, it was already broken. The only thing that he 
could do was aggravate or placate her. Poor thing. 

	"Shh," Peter whispered. "I think I hear 
something up ahead."

	Aethis tensed, straining to hear. She took a 
cautious step forward. And then another.

	Peter took out his rifle and brought it down 
against the back of Aethis' head.

***

	Aethis woke slowly, a splitting headache 
seeming to cover her body. She was lying down... on a 
table. The texture of the wood was obvious against 
her naked back. She could feel the air on her skin. 
She was naked. She opened her eyes, allowing the 
light to painfully enter. Everything was blurry.

	"Where am I?" she asked softly.

	"You are in the HQ at Lorit," said a voice, 
amplified by Aethis' headache into a thundering call 
causing her head to reverberate. 

	So Aethis had been brought to the Amazon Bandit 
HQ. Whatever attacked them must not have been after 
death.

	"Where's Peter?" Aethis asked.

	"He has gone."

	Despite the overwhelming pain Aethis tried to 
sit up but found her body secured to the table with 
rope. She strained against it to no avail. She had to 
get to Peter, explain to him that the Amazon Bandit 
code wouldn't let him into the building but that he 
was still wanted. She had to get to him before he 
decided to write her off. Before he forgot about her.

	"Do not struggle," said the voice. It was calm 
and soothing, probably a healer. "You have been 
through an ordeal. Allow me to attend to you."

	Aethis' vision cleared and she saw the healer 
more clearly. Just as all healers she was blonde, 
with long hair falling behind her down to the waist, 
braided into a long ponytail. The healer uniform 
consisted of a white leather g-sting attached to a 
white collar around her neck by means of a long, 
white strap. The strap lay taught down her 
midsection, forming a thin line between her naked 
breasts just as her pony tail formed a line down her 
back.

	The healer placed a hand on Aethis' breast and 
squeezed gently, sending a jolt of excitement down 
the bound Amazon's spine. The healer's other hand 
cupped Aethis' cunt, supple fingers massaging the 
bandit's sex, sending waves of pleasure through the 
nerves of her body. Aethis shivered as the healer 
continued her unending onslaught of sexual 
stimulation. 

	The healer showed no emotion as she worked on 
her patient. Years of healer training had been 
programmed into the woman, these sort of things were 
routine. Her fingers canvassed the flesh of her nude 
patient, using the skills she had been taught to 
pleasure the Amazon bandits. She felt nothing, she 
was nothing more than a healer, her only purpose to 
bring pleasure to real Amazons. She was little more 
than a tool.

	The healer could feel the bandit stiffen as her 
body orgasmed. The moan of pleasure, different than 
the many the healer had heard through the years, it 
had a tinge of grief. The healer did not relent in 
her attentions even though her patient had reached 
orgasm. She could not until the patient had shouted 
the shout of pure joy. 

	Experienced hands continued to stimulate 
Aethis' breasts and cunt. The healer continued her 
assault, playing with the clitoris, gently squeezing 
the nipples, lightly brushing the sensitive lining 
inside the vagina, her hand moving with rapid thrusts 
into the orifice that had become the blonde woman's 
only reason for existence.

	"Peter..." moaned Aethis with regret as she 
succumbed to the abyss of overwhelming pleasure.

***

	It was run down. The house looked like it would 
collapse with a slight breeze. And it was small, much 
smaller than his own house. It couldn't have more 
than three rooms, Peter thought to himself.

	Lorit was nothing like the city near the 
forbidden woods. While that city had been able to 
escape the second Dark Ages and keep its technology 
Lorit was a shambles. Too far away for a Lord to care 
for them and not close enough for the city to give a 
damn, Lorit was a lost city. Its inhabitants knew it 
and had set up their own town government. And to 
attend to their magical needs they had a witch.

	It was this witch's house that was so in a 
shambles. Clara had told Peter that it was an 
illusion, meant to keep out any but those who were 
determined to gain help. Peter could see how such a 
trick could work, he loathed to knock on the door for 
fear that the whole house would collapse. Mentally 
shrugging his shoulders he carefully let his hand 
wrap on the door.

	The door felt solid, it was solid. It was just 
as Clara said, the shabbiness of the house was a 
false image. Peter knocked on the door and waited.

	"One minute," a cracked voice said softly. 

	The door opened to reveal an old man. A really 
old man in a butler's uniform. There didn't seem to 
be an inch of him that wasn't covered in wrinkles. He 
was small and hunched over. 

	"May I help you?" he asked in a tired whisper.

	"Um, I'm here to see the witch," Peter said.

	"This way," intoned the man. He turned and 
began to walk away. Peter followed him through the 
house. Now that he was inside it seemed bigger. 
Probably a magic thing. 

	Peter was led to a room in the back of the 
house. He was shown in and the old man left, closing 
the door behind him. Peter's gaze was instantly drawn 
to a beautiful blonde woman in her thirties sitting 
in the middle of the room. She was tall with a 
pronounced chin, delicate features, and bobbed hair. 
She wore a conservative gray business suit. Overall 
she looked very professional, similar to a business 
executive. Her eyes regarded him over a pair of small 
reading glasses. She closed the book in her lap and 
took off her glasses.

	"May I help you?" she asked calmly.

	"Ah, yes, are you the witch?"

	"Yes I am."

	"I'm here about Clara."

	"Who?"

	"The woman you cursed," Peter clarified. "She 
turns into a wolf if she doesn't have a cock in her?"

	"Ah yes. The slut."

	Peter flinched. "Clara," he said sternly.

	"What about her?"

	"Well, if you wouldn't mind, could you remove the 
curse?"

	The witch gave him an odd look, trying to figure 
out who he was. Her brow wrinkled as she began to ponder 
her visitor. It was obvious she never expected anyone to 
come to her about Clara, especially not to remove any curse.

	"No," said the witch.

	Peter hesitated. He had expected some problems 
with this endeavor, but he was unsure how to proceed.

	"Do you want to know why?" asked the witch.

	Peter nodded.

	"Back when Clara was working for me she had an 
affair with my husband."

	"No she didn't," Peter protested. "You just 
thought she did. She told me all about it. She said 
she..."

	"She fucked him," The witch interrupted 
angrily. "Don't be a fool, they fucked. I know. I 
caught them together. His dick was in her cunt. They 
had been planning to run away together. For that they 
must be punished."

	Peter was silent. He let this new information 
gel in his mind. Clara had fucked the witch's 
husband. She had been with another man. He never 
brought it up, he knew she had fucked before they 
met. (Hell, the first time he saw her she had a 
wolf's cock in her.) He always knew that she probably 
had other lovers, men she fucked and loved, before 
they had met as well. Still, somewhere in the back of 
his mind he had hoped that he was the first. But it 
was an unrealistic expectation and he knew it. Just 
because he was raised in isolation didn't mean that 
she had to be too. No, what really hurt about this 
was that she had been planning to run away with the 
witch's husband. From what Clara had said the witch 
mistakenly thought Clara was trying to steal her 
husband, that the curse had been unjust. She had lied 
to him. Shit.

	"How do you know?" he asked unsteadily.

	"I saw them," the witch repeated angrily. "I 
said that."

	"No, how do you know they were planning to run 
away together?"

	The witch tapped her forehead. "I read their 
thoughts. Damn slut thought she could steal him from 
me. Taught her though. No one crosses me and gets 
away with it."

	"What about him? Why didn't you punish him?"

	"What makes you think I didn't. I turned him 
into a bug. I think a bird ate him."

	Peter stared at her. Was she that cold or was 
did her husband's betrayal hurt her that bad? He 
didn't dare to ask her. Besides, he wasn't sure how 
he felt about Clara's betrayal. Should he still try 
to get her cure or just let her stay a wolf? And then 
what? Cast her out of his house, keep her as a wolf? 
God, it was just so confusing.

***

	Marlos burst into the kennel. He had been in 
his study when he had heard another scream. He 
thought he had solved his problem by bringing his 
dogs that wolf bitch. They were supposed to fuck her, 
not find some woman to rape. Christ, did he have to 
cut off their dicks to get them to stop?

	He looked down at them from the doorway atop 
the stairs. His guess had been right, they were 
raping some blonde woman. He snapped his fingers and 
they all crumpled to dust. Before his eyes the woman 
transformed into a wolf. Not just a wolf, the wolf, 
the one he had taken from the hermit's cabin. Shit. 
He read the wolf magically. She had a curse, that 
explained it. 

	He thought of the spell and removed it. Bright 
light whirled around her and exploded. With the last 
explosion her curse was lifted and in the middle of 
the room stood an incredibly beautiful naked blonde 
woman. She looked at him surprised. Marlos smiled, 
she was beautiful, her body near perfection. He 
stared, fascinated by her breasts. She must have 
noticed for she collapsed to the ground into a ball, 
hiding herself.

	Later, in the drawing room, after she had been 
clothed (he regretted that but it wouldn't do to have 
her think him a lecher) he had gotten the whole story 
out of her. About the mistaken witch who thought 
Clara was trying to steal her husband, about the 
curse, and about how she had moved in with Peter. She 
didn't mention how she had met Peter though. Still 
that was her choice. 

	"A very interesting story," Marlos commented. 
"You certainly have been through many hardships."

	"Yes," Clara agreed. "But I still don't 
understand how you reversed my curse."

	"Are you glad I did?"

	"God yes, it feels great to be human again."

	"Then I'm glad as well. It was a simple spell. 
Once I figured out you had a curse I just ended it."

	"Thank you. Even if it was a simple spell. Oh I 
can't wait until Peter gets home. He'll be so happy 
and I can be with him and not be that damn wolf."

	"You're going back then?" asked the wizard 
disappointed.

	"Of course."

	"I see."

	"What?"

	"Well, I thought that you were only with him 
because he was willing to turn you human by fucking a 
wolf."

	"Oh no. It was like that at first but after a 
while I actually grew fond of him."

	"Fond. Is that all?"

	"No." Clara paused for a moment. She thought 
about Peter, visualized him in her mind and felt a 
flood of feelings overcome her and bathe her soul. 
"No, I think I love him."

	"I see. So why did you send him away to the 
witch in Lorit, a journey at least a week away, for a 
cure. Why not just send him to me?"

	"I didn't know you were friendly."

	The wizard scoffed.

	"What?" Clara demanded.

	The wizard gazed into her eyes. "I am friendly. 
But I'm not to sure that you understand that. You're 
boyfriend on the other hand, he knew I was here. I'm 
the closest thing he has to a neighbor. And yet he 
decides to travel for weeks to find a cure for your 
curse rather than just coming to me. That doesn't 
sound very friendly does it?"

	Clara shook her head absently. 

	"No, it doesn't. And I wonder why he went on 
such a long trip. You don't think it could be because 
of you could it? I mean, maybe he was just sick and 
tired of you and your wolf body. Maybe he just wanted 
to get away from you for a few weeks."

	Clara thought about it. She didn't want to, but 
the seed was planted in her mind. Did Peter not want 
her? But she was human now, completely human. They 
could be together all the time now. No, she was sure, 
as long as she was human Peter wouldn't be leaving 
her ever again. It was the wolf that Peter hated, not 
her. He could see it in his eyes, when he saw the 
wolf he was repulsed. But when he looked into Clara's 
eyes there was nothing but love. Now she and him 
would be together forever.

	"Oh, one thing," said Marlos. "The counter 
spell isn't permanent."

	"What?" shrieked Clara.

	"Yeah. Until I get to know the spell that 
cursed you I can't come up with a permanent counter-
spell. Your curse will come back at the end of 
twenty-four hours."

	Clara could feel Peter slipping away already. 
"How long until you can...?"

	"A year, at least," said Marlos automatically. 

	A year. A year until she would be cured. Peter 
wouldn't wait that long. IF he was truly sick of her 
wolf form then there was no way he would endure 
another year of it. No way at all.

	"Cheer up," said Marlos. "Maybe your boyfriend 
will get the cure from that witch." 

	Fat chance, thought Clara. The witch hated her. 
There was no way in hell she would help Clara, not to 
mention take off the curse she herself had put on 
her.
	
	"You know," said Marlos. "You could stay here 
with me."

	"What?"

	"At least until Peter comes back from his trip. 
I'll keep using the temporary counter spell to keep 
you human until then. If you want though, you can 
stay here until I can come up with a permanent cure. 
With you here at the castle it would only take six 
months. By then the temporary spell should be 
ineffective, but you'll be cured so it won't matter."

	"Can Peter stay too?"

	"I don't know if he would. He is a hermit."

	"Oh. Yeah," Clara mumbled. She wondered what 
she should do. Go back to the cabin with Peter, where 
he would get sick of her and cast her out, leaving 
her a wolf for the rest of her life, or stay here as 
a human but without Peter. Both scenarios left her 
without Peter, but in one she was a wolf... but at 
least she was with Peter for a little while longer.

	God, did she really love him that much, that 
she would forsake her humanity for just a short time 
with him? It was insane! Truly insane! She hated 
being a wolf, despised it more than anything else in 
the world. Here she had a chance to be human and she 
was thinking of giving it up for a man.

	Completely insane.

	"Let me think about it," she said.

***

	The witch had asked Peter to sit. Peter 
politely refused, pointing out that the only chair in 
the room was the one the witch sat in. She stood but 
he remained standing, claiming he didn't want to 
impose. After a couch had appeared out of thin air 
and he obliged her wishes.

	"Tell me something," said the witch as she 
pulled a book from a shelf on the left wall. "How 
much do you really know about Clara?"

	"I don't know. Enough. She doesn't really 
remember much after the year as a wolf."

	The witch laughed. "I'm sure she doesn't. I 
keep forgetting how good that spell is."

	"It's not funny." 

	"Not to you. I think it's great. Then she 
hasn't told you about how before she worked she 
shacked up with some knight over in one of the Nodi 
countries."

	"No."

	"It didn't work out. She was with him only 
because he was the only one in her city with a big 
house. Come to think of it, that's why she tried to 
steal my husband. He was a pretty powerful wizard and 
offered her anything she wanted. They didn't count on 
my power though."

	"Why are you telling me this."

	"Isn't it obvious. I'm trying to establish the 
pattern for you. She fucks people because of what 
they can give her. She did it with the knight and she 
did it with my husband. Now she's moved on to you. 
Mind you she's her reasons have changed."

	Peter began to fidget. "What?"

	"You are fucking her aren't you. I mean you 
have to be or else she wouldn't be able to tell you 
these things. Your cock must be in her constantly."

	"A fair amount of time," Peter agreed, 
embarrassed.

	"Right. Well she's fucking you so that she can 
be human. Before it was for comfort or power but now 
its just so she can hold on to her humanity. Come on, 
don't tell me the thought hasn't occurred to you 
before."

	"She brought it up once. She said that at first 
that was the reason but that it wasn't like that 
anymore. She loves me now."

	"Right. Okay. Sure. Whatever. I'm sure she fell 
in love with you despite the fact that you were the 
only man in a year who was willing to shove his cock 
up some wolf's pussy. Let me guess, she said that the 
fact that the one turning her human was you was a 
bonus to humanity."

	"Yeah."

	"Thought so. It's a line, Peter. A line, 
nothing more. Look at you, you came all this way just 
to get a cure for her curse. Do you really think 
she'll stay around once she's cured?"

	"She will," Peter whispered, barley audible. 
"She loves me."

	"Please. What can you offer her? She'll have 
her humanity, the only thing you could offer her that 
no one else could. Once she's got that she won't need 
you anymore. Don't delude yourself."

	"But I love her."

	"How much? Enough to lose her just so she'll be 
happy? Enough to give her what she wants even though 
she'll throw you away like a used tissue? Because 
that's what she'll do. She'll find someone else who 
can fulfil her new wants and fuck him. Can you really 
cure her knowing that you'll go back to an empty 
house while her cunt gets reamed by some landowner or 
she has her mouth engorged around a knight's prick?"

	"I don't know. Maybe. I can't stand to see her 
unhappy."

	"God you've got it bad. Okay so maybe you love 
her, but don't you dare think for a damn minute that 
she loves you. She doesn't love, she uses, she fucks, 
she sucks, she takes it up the ass, but she does not 
love. She's like a hermit crab, taking whatever's 
convenient and suits her needs. Once she outgrows it 
she moves on."

	"I see it in her eyes."

	"See it in her eyes," the witch spit out. 
"Right, that's genuine. Do you know how easy that is 
to fake?"

	Peter looked at her skeptically. The witch 
sighed and threw the book in her hand onto her chair. 
With a snap of her fingers both their clothes 
disappeared. She walked up to him, her hips swaying 
seductively, her breasts making alight bounces with 
each step. The sight of her delicious body caused 
Peter's cock to start stiffening.

	She straddled his lap, slowly lowering her cunt 
onto his cock. Carefully she slid the whole of his 
cock into her hole until she sat on his legs, his 
entire tool filling her sopping cunt. She began to 
fuck him franticly, rising and falling on his pole, 
her body slapping against his legs with a loud clap. 
At once she began to cry out in pleasure, releasing a 
primal moan of ecstasy as Peter's cock was plunged 
into her body in rhythm with his grunts as she worked 
his cock like a woman possessed.

	The witch hugged Peter's face to her breasts, 
allowing her nipples to tickle his features as they 
bounced in motion with her constant movement. Peter 
breathed in the sweet aroma of her sweaty flesh. 
Unable to see anything except her breasts he focused 
on her stiff nipples as they bounced so closely to 
his face. The witch's skilled movements brought him 
closer and closer to pure bliss with each descent her 
cunt made down his manhood. From his engulfed 
position in the witch's bosom he could hear her 
shouting loudly.

	"Oh god! Oh God! Yes! Yes! Gimme your cock! 
Please!"

	Obviously she was reaching a climax. As the 
witches cunt continued to squeeze at Peter's cock, 
milking it for all it was worth, Peter could feel one 
approach as well. Soon his body began to tingle as 
his body clenched up and released a flush of sperm 
into the witch's cunt, coating the walls of her 
vagina with the gooey seed. 

	The witch slowly made one last slide down 
Peter's slowly softening cock, juices from both heir 
bodies seeping from her cunt. She lay herself on 
Peter's chest and looked up at him with a smile. He 
looked down at her, her eyes sparkling with some odd 
cheeriness.

	"I love you," she whispered.

	Peter suddenly panicked. First Aethis and now 
this. What the fuck was he going to...

	The witch snapped her fingers and suddenly they 
were both clothed and she was sitting in the chair 
she had been in when he first entered the room. The 
book she had tossed there was on her lap and she 
looked at him smiling.

	"Like I said, easy to fake. By the way, where 
the fuck was the foreplay?" 

***

	It took time for Clara to come to terms with 
being human again. She wasn't quite used to walking 
around without someone behind, her with his cock in 
her ass. But after a few days she began to remember 
what it was like to live not being impaled on a cock. 
It was refreshing to live like she had used to. The 
last couple of years were beginning to disappear from 
her mind like a bad dream.
	
	Still it felt as though something were missing, 
more than just the cock in her ass. For some reason 
she just couldn't get over Peter. Clara couldn't 
understand it, no man had gotten to her like this. 
She had loved before but when that love began to 
interfere with her life she was able to move on. And 
this was the ultimate interference. If she stayed 
with the magician she could be human permanently in 
six months. But if she went back to Peter she would 
lose that chance.

	Peter or humanity, the choice was obvious. So 
why couldn't she just choose? She wanted to be human 
more than anything else in the world. Right? Could it 
be that she wanted Peter even more? No, impossible. 
She had left Gordon when he lost his knighthood 
despite their love, why was this any different?

	She knew she should just stop thinking about 
Peter. She should live with the magician, fuck him, 
and then leave when she was cured. It was a plan, a 
good plan, a sensible plan. Because really, what was 
more important, to be human or silly puppy love? She 
loved being human. And for the chance to be human 
twenty-four/seven she would do anything.

	Peter had nothing to offer her now. He was just 
a hermit who had helped her out during a hard time. 
For that she would always be thankful but she had to 
look at her future. And in that future she had to be 
free. A human who could move around without a cock 
constantly filling one of her holes. Marlos could 
offer that, Peter couldn't.

***

	On his way home Peter passed by the Amazon HQ. 
He wondered what had happened to Aethis. He felt a 
little guilty for what he had done to her but she 
really was in better hands now. The Amazons could 
help the bandit heal her emotional scars far better 
than he ever could. He paused to pay silent tribute 
to his former travelling companion.

	That done he moved on. The total trip back home 
took two weeks, in which time he saved some children 
from a bog monster, helped an elf maiden (he did not 
fuck her) find her lover, and helped a shape-shifter 
find sanctuary in a monastery. Through it all he kept 
special care of a book that the witch had given him. 
She didn't explain why it was so important, only that 
it was.

***

	Clara lay in her bed, staring at the ceiling. 
She had told Marlos of her intentions to stay with 
him. He was overjoyed. She did require him to sign a 
contract though, stating that she would stay for six 
months and he would cure her curse by the end of that 
time. Almost immediately he began to make mild sexual 
advances. No matter, she had been expecting them. She 
fell to her knees at the first mention.

	Reaching into his robes Clara pulled out 
Marlos' large member. She took it in her mouth, 
covering only the head at first. She playfully teased 
it with her tongue, causing his already stiff cock to 
harden like concrete. Her head began to bob on his 
rod, gradually taking inch after inch of his cock 
into her mouth until she had the accommodated the 
whole thing.

	Her mouth making an ring around his cock she 
began to suck on his cock, her tongue licking the 
entire length of his shaft. Her head nodded, or it 
seemed to, as she began to pleasure Marlos orally.

***

	When Peter got home the door was open. 
Cautiously Peter pushed it open all the way. When no 
one attacked he shouted "Attack 01!" The interior of 
the house was bathed with a green light. 

	A mechanical voice intoned ",No intruders 
detected."

	The light faded and Peter walked into his house 
confidently. "Clara," he called.

	There was no response. 

	"Clara," he shouted again, unsure. No response. 
Methodically Peter searched the house for the wolfen 
form of the woman he had grown to love. He could find 
no trace of her. Finally on the kitchen table he 
found two notes.

	The first read 

	"Dear Hermit,

	I am Marlos the Magician, your neighbor in the 
forbidden woods. Know that I have taken it upon 
myself to care for your wolf until your return. I 
have a very large property with a kennel. I am sure 
that she will be more than happy with me. I await 
your return.

	-Marlos"

	The second note read

	"Dear Peter,

	As you may have noticed I'm not home. When I 
was at Marlos' castle he learned of my curse. He 
found a way to cure me. He knows a way to make me 
human. But for it to be permanent I need to live with 
him for six months. I know you know that my greatest 
wish in the world was to become human again and I 
hope you'll be happy that I'm on my way to reaching 
my goal. I'm sorry that you had to travel to the 
witch for nothing, but I'm sure she's told you about 
my past so I know you aren't as sorry that I left as 
you might once have been. Still I want you to know I 
love you, but I need to be human. I'm sorry it had to 
turn out like this.

	-Love, Clara"

	Once he had finished reading the second note 
Peter let it fall from his hand onto the table. 
Shakily he sat down, unaware of his surroundings. 
Absently he placed the book on the table in front of 
him.

	As he sat there the book opened itself. Peter 
looked at it, blinking many times, still in shock at 
Clara's departure. The witch had been right all 
along. What a fool he was. 

	On the first page of the book, written in gold 
ink were the words "Lookie Gooki Rookie."

	"Lookie Gooki Rookie," Peter repeated unable to 
think of anything else to do. 

	The book exploded in a maelstrom of light and 
smoke. When the chaos was over, and Peter could see 
again, the book was gone, as was his kitchen table. 
In its place was a small vial of a pale blue liquid. 
It looked like the window cleaner he used sometimes. 
Next to it was a small piece of paper that read 
",Sometimes life really just sucks."

END

This Magician's wolf thing turned out to be more 
Story than sex. Weird. Oh well. 

And this thing took longer to write than most of the 
other stuff. Christ, the Justice Club: Young Justice 
story was 80 something k and it only took a few days.
This thing took at least a week and its not even 40k.

And what the hell happened? I planned this thing to 
be a short, girl get fucked by wolves, story an it 
turns it this long analysis of a relationship. Fuck. 
And what's with the downer ending? Who knows. Maybe 
one day I'll write a third part to this story line 
where Peter finds true happiness once and for all. Or 
maybe I'll finish it up in other stories, follow up 
on the characters in a story about other characters. 
Who knows?

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