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  1. Arkwright snipped the last link of the fence with a clink and set down his snippers. Sneaking out of the reservation hostel was the easy part. Lying about being a ecological student to the staff had also been a doddle. Turns out, even the security fence to the sacred burial grounds was a cakewalk too.
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  3. As one of the last un-excavated grave-sites in the state, he knew there where all kinds of grave goods and other goodies to loot under the cover of moonlight, and smuggle out to sell the the highest bidding museum. After all, he justified to himself as he began the walk though the trees. It belongs in a museum...for a price!
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  5. The trees thinned out ahead of him into a clearing bathed in moonlight. Suspended in the trees were small ornaments like dreamcatchers, and under them dangling were: bones? Arkwright paused, feet planted to the grass less soil below. I expected you beneath me, not above! He gave the instrument a dismissive slap, causing bits of twine and root to unravel, spilling the bones to the ground.
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  7. He stopped, no longer planning to grab his entrenchment tool to begin digging now the Indian burial ground was found. A silence had fallen like a lead slab on sand, time marched on with a drop in temperature that drove a thin mist out of the dirt. Sniff, he smelled something. Something odd for the woods. Over the smell of damp and green trees was a whiff of broken transformers, ozone and there, stronger now... A zoo like animal scent.
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  9. The silence was split with a crack of electricity, shooting up, up out of the sacred ground Arkwright defiled with his presence though his shoes incinerating them, passing on though his body in a wave that vibrated him to the core, like licking an electric fence but worse. It ratted his head then passed out though what felt like every pore, dissolving his trousers and shirt more slowly now, its energy depleted.
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  11. This in of itself would have been enough to make him turn tale and run, but the effects of the mist and power of the site had not finished yet. His vision was blurring, a great screeching in his head had begun as bone slipped passed bone, mercifully without a life ending amount of pain, quickly he could see a fleshy bump blocking his forward sight as a muzzle grew out of his shattering jaw.
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  13. Down below, feet now touching the earth began to spread out and harden into paws, ready to balance with the help of a tail that poked out of the seat of his pants.
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  15. Just in time, a fully furred tail was unleashed as the last sparks melted away his pants. The feet, now dark clawed paws could balance in there new digitigrade formation, stopping him from falling over as the change accelerated though his body. His head was lupine, the shock of new scents washing in though his nose caused a wash of sensations. New instincts grabbed ahold of them, smells that said HUNT and HOME, but here, most dominant of all was the musk of a wolf he could not see, a musk that compelled him to OBEY. And strangely, in a way that almost made his new tail wag, was the now unmistakable sent called BREED.
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  17. Fur began to spread out from the tail, invading his once pale skin in a wash of pins and needles. It went down, toning and sculpting his ass with lean muscle, arkwright let out a small gasp that sounded alien to him, more like a bark as the feeling continued inside him, passing up and warming his hole until dissipating to carry on its mischievous work. Until it reached lower still towards his genitals, any thoughts of panic in his mind where swept away as his balls swelled, becoming large and heavy with seed, ripe plumbs ready for harvest. The smell of sex to come calmed his mind so even as his most sensitive parts rose up and were covered up by a new sheath, leaving further changes for now unseen.
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  19. By now the transformation was almost complete, and no longer shell shocked by sensory overload he began to regain some composure. Thoughts of panic began to return, he could run, back to the fence and call, or howl for help. Perhaps this was reverable or better, just a bad peyote trip. Before he could, a voice entered his mind, and something tiest him once more to the ground.
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  21. Hush little wolf, said the voice. We still have so much to do. Arkwright looked down, creepers - dried branches and even the trees around him where rejuvenated, springing to an unnatural life and holding him tight.
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  23. Who, who are you? He said, aloud in a voice he no longer recognized, one much deeper, with consonants as hard as his new teeth the rolled with vowels across his big wet tongue.
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  25. I am the genius loci, spirit of the place, a place you came to with ill intent. I could have struck you down like others before you, but my time is near. My people grow decadent and forget there old gods. So I forgive you, and offer you a mighty gift. Now, bend over, and receive with joy.
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  27. He resisted naturally, almost unaware of his cock, now red and slippery had come out of its sheath, eager to please the voice who's smell could only be obliged.
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  29. The creepers tugged down, bringing him to his knees. For the first time, he saw the voice take form. It was a wolf, like him, upright and translucent, shining inside from the light that passed down though him. When his eyes say the part that shined the hardest and gained an idea of what the gift might be he opened his muzzle to howl but the Loci shushed him with a immaterial touch, that brought more plant life to bear and muzzle him.
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  31. Come now, don't tell me you don't want this? The Loci said, as he walked to Arkwrights rear slowly. Taking his time to bind his arms to the ground too. I can see in your heart. Truly, you have no love for thievery, but a desire for meaning, to belong. He reached the upended wolf behind, and smiled, sending a small soft sapling to wrap around his cock and gently milk it. Not much of a connection to your womenfolk neither. He continued, stroking with his ghostly hand Arkwrights tail. He pouted, the ghost wolf, this loci was right. But he still had nerves, after all, mist like or not, that cock was huge for his virgin hole.
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  33. The wolf ghost prodded his hole with the glowing point of his cock. A feel you are hesitant, but come, feel the wonders I have to give you. With that he slipped inside, filling Arkwright up in a way that years of digs never had, in a way he had wished girlfriends; the few he had found would do but never did. He smiled for the first time that night, and relaxed. Breathing in the sent of fur and dominant musk from his ethereal partner. Cum dripped faster from his new cock, lubing up the plant. The loci pushed deeper into him, feeling for the first time in a century the warmth of a living bit of creation. He pulled out, just leaving the tapered tip in his furry ass before resuming harder a more rhythmic motion.
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  35. In synchronous action, both knots began to swell, the ghost pushed in before it grew to big and paused. Arkwright looked up and back towards him and whine, he was so close to Cumming.
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  37. I never told you of my gift, said the ghost. He leaned in closer, still swaying his hips to tease his submitted wolf hand himself. With my joining to you, I grant you the power to begin the tribe anew. Go into the dark woods of the world and bring others like yourself, wayward men who need brothers and breed them with your seed, let the world once more howl at the moon! Do you want that, little wolf? He nodded, tongue lolling out in a happy way. Good, said the genius loci, dropping the vines from his muzzle.
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  39. Then howl! He thrust three more times and came, the motion and heat of the cum inside caused Arkwright to howl in orgasm, shooting his first load of transformative seen into the dusty graveyard soil.
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  41. He awoke at dawn, sticky and covered in leaves. He stretched, yawning flashing teeth. Only the slight tingle on his tail hole remained. He had a mission, he knew that now. A gift to keep on giving. But now, he was hungry. He sniffed the morning air. Over the sent of wet dog and sex was the now familiar sent of PREY. He stood up, and ran into the woods.
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