Despite these thoughts running though his head, and as much as he envied the wolves and all other creatures that could have a life of their own, Jack knew that it wouldn't be right for him to give up. The curse would consume him, and there would be no hope for his survival as a wolf.
"No," he thought, "I can't just give up, it's my fate to jump to form to form...and if some day i wake up as myself, I'll know that I've passed the ordeal."
Jack sniffed curiously at the cool night air. He had only until next morning to find and mate with a female wolf, and he was desperate to find one. After much pacing and sniffing, Jack was finally rewarded with a whiff of what he was looking for, a wolfess in season. He let out a short calling howl, and ran toward the scent.
Jack never ceased to be amazed at how different running was in each of the forms he had been though. The human body was definatly not one built for speed, he could safely say that knowing what it was like for other creatures.
The scent of the female was now heavy in his nostrils, he slowed and approached at a more casual trot, breaking though the brush and into the clearing where the single wolf was waiting for him.
Jack cautiously approached her, sniffing and looking for any signs of a trap...he was fully aware that wolves were pack animals, and it would be rediclously rare to come across a wolf on it's own..let alone a female in season.
Still...the scent in his nose was doing a number on his new anatomy, he could already feel his sheath begin to buldge and strain as its contents stirred. Not one to look a gift horse in the mouth, Jack touched his nose to the female's exposed sex, and gave it a few prepareing laps. He was compleatly overcome with the scents, his wolfness pushed itself free of it's home. As always, Jack's body knew exactly what to do. He reared up and mounted the female, then leaned forward to carefully bite down on her neckscruff. He pushed forward with his member, slowly entering, staying pretty much in control until he hit bottom. He grunted a little, feeling as if he still had a little more to push forward, and gave a sharp buck with his hips. His eyes popped open as he felt himself overcome with the pleasure of his knot locking in. His human thoughts were pushed away as his lupine body took over. His hips jackhammered into the female in short sharp and rapid thrusts. He felt himself drawing close to orgasm, and instead of trying to fight it off as he did when human, he embraced it. He plunged deeply a final time and howled loudly with his release.
He stood there tied to her, panting heavily and leaning his weight down on top of her. His vision swirled and waved, and Jack knew what was happeneing. Before long, his world had gone black...he knew that in the morning he would open them in a new place, and as a different creature.