One stalker waited.
Another followed.
And at the exact same moment each realized the other was there!
One pounced!
The other swung!
And in the end... it was the ogre whom was fastest!
Twirling the handle of his axes behind him to catch Howl in mid strike, the mighty Ogray faces the audience standing triumphant with his enemy hurling away behind him to land in the icy snow defeated.
The ogre had taken the decisive first victory!
Howl was dazed!
Off footed!
The fierce night predator was rarely off his game this bad!
The wolf had to recover!
Leaping to all fours the loner Alpha charged the ogre once more, his long dark razor claws slicing through the air toward the neck of his foe in merely seconds since the first hit was delivered.
But yet again the massive ogre was somehow still quicker, becoming nothing but a blur moments before the wolf's daggers were to find their home, the flats of his two axes smashing the head of his foe between them!
Howl's ears ring as he falters into a snowbank.
Ogray vanishes into the terrifying storm as the blizzard rises all around.
The beast continued to sag in the snow. Howl had to remember where he was and whom he was fighting before his body would even begin start to move again! Everything was at stake!
The beast was a champion! A warrior of the night! The apex predator in this fight!
Howl still believed there was a chance he could win!
This wolfman however... was going to be very, very wrong.
Tired and out of the energy he had reserved for his initial devastating strike, Howl started to shiver in the increasing cold as he once more began to search for the enemy he somehow still hoped to defeat.
Nature would never let this monster end its hunt even if it now had stacked the odds so heavily against the animal.
Howl was about to learn what it was like to be the prey!
Sharp metal sings through the raging sorm.
The axe swung from out of sight from within the swirling cold darkness beyond, reaching its foe on a extremely long wooden shaft.
The blade's edge misses Howl's ears by just only inches!
The frightened beast darts away into the storm!
This time the one being chased instead!
Hiding behind an ice frozen tree for shelter from the deathly roaring wind, the nocturnal animal tried to think on what trick he might still possess that could turn the tides of this battle!
But before the wolf could begin his stalk anew, an axe once more emerged from the cold onslaught to slice through the air where Howl had just once hid. The beast escaping harm again by only mere inches!
The tree itself was however much slower.
The ancient growth felled by the might swing vanished into the cold's rage as the wind finally overcame its final last resistance.
Wherever the wolf hid next.
The ogre came next to destroy.
Whether it under tree or behind rock, all were to be annihilated.
Smashed.
Obliterated.
Sent exploding into the chaos of the storm.
"Can you feel the universe begin to upend itself beast?" called out Ogray Rockfellow to his prey. "That the hunter itself has become the hunted?"
Dark words swirled through the madness of the night storm mixing with the sub zero cold until Howl could not tell the storm apart from his foe himself. The two had become but one entwined.
The deep throated enchantments chased the wolf to any lair that would be his den until it seemed that night itself had enclosed around the predator that had once been its shield.
Howl could no longer see in the cold black.
The wolf knew the chase was over.
There was nowhere left to run.
The ogre's magic had overcome him.
Lifting off his hind legs into the air, Howl felt the ancient spell wind around him, holding him tight in the tempest winds that raged over the mountainside.
Ogray Rockfellow's dark enchantments entered the stalker, reverberating inside his skull.
This magic sought more than to just to trap the beast!
It was to tame him as well!
Flashes of his victims played behind Howl's eyes as the moments of his highest thrills were replaced with what ought to have been there as only just a man. Scenes of hearth. Scenes of mirth.
Scenes where the beast was only but a lover of a passion most noble and true.
Then... Howl's body was no longer that of a wolf.
The ancient gyspy curse scoured from his flesh by the rapidily diminishing wind!
The storm finally fading as the two great magics inerted each other into a vast deafening silence.
Still lost in a reverie of times once gay, Howl descended from the air...
...to land right ontop of Ogray Rockfellow's hard leaking cock!
The sudden pain of his anal ring expanding beyond its ability to sustain made Howl's eyes burst open as the scenes playing in his head darkened from that of jovial festivities to nights of wild passion.
A new drive filled Howl's soul as the predator now began to hunger to be the prey!
The ogre's ancient magics were turning him into his bitch!
The cute wolfboy now wanted the rock hard phallus inside him to quake him asunder!
Ogray began to fuck his new human without mercy!
With the might of his legendary kin the colossal ogre began to piston his huge manmeat in and out of his conquered enemy with little regard to the boy's own comfort.
His enchantments should take care of the need for that. Ogray had no time to deal with such weakling human frailities! Even if it took the lad a whole week to once more walk again, it was not like the ogre needed the boy ready for a fight anytime soon. This was now this loser's true place in life! To be the giant's cocksleave every time the larger man wanted to take pleasure from his body.
Howl moaned as his new destiny became clear, his much smaller human cock rising to full mast as it waggled to and from the force his ass was taking!
This Alpha had lost the fight!
The lone wolf was to be the ogre's bitch forevermore!
"What do you think of my words now, Fzalrenhe ?" taunted the ogre as his gigantic muscled body warmed in the melting snow from the heat of their embrace, calling his new bitch a word so base and low that the forgotten tongue from which the ancient magic arose was never to be used unless to cunt its listener forever.
And that it very well did.
Howl became Ogray's.
In every sense those words could ever mean.
The defeated boy nutted as he rode the ogre fucking him.
Chains of hot seed squirted from his trembling member as the lad orgasmed from the ecstasy of their lovemaking!
Drops of semen melted the snow beneath them as Ogray continued to rut into his bitch like a freight train!
Lowering the captured manwhore down onto all fours, the ogre continued his brutal domination of his new harem slave. Howl's tight rear end was never going to close fully again!
"That dark chant has become your real name," explained the ogre, fear alone that he might use it again making the wolfboy shake on the hot rod thrusting inside him. "But for just every day around the cave... I think I'll call you... Hole."
Hole!
His new nickname fit so perfectly, the animal once known as Howl began to come again from the shame! How far had the tables turned!
The theif had once been the trespasser.
Now he was to be the one entered! Forever!
Hole came his balls out into the snow as his new ogre master continued to pound his prostate into an swollen aching mass while his words continued to bitch the boy's mind long into the night.
The last of Hole's once great seed jettisons from his wilting dick, leaving his balls now completely drained spent and drained!
BOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!
THE CANNON FIRES!
THE MATCH IS OVER!
OGRAY WINS!
As Hole begins to sink into his warm puddle of cum, Ogray has one last taunt for his defeated enemy.
"You're going to love where you're going next bitchboy," said the ogre with a grin. "I hear they have a book club down there."
Hole's scream of terror was one most terrible.
