Sheriff John

John rode his horse out into the desert towards the Native American encampment. They often didn’t see much eye to eye but that didn’t mean he liked the old Riley boys messing with them either. Those bandits had a problem of coming into town and causing quite the havoc. Before John had officially been deemed sheriff they seemed to act like they owned the place. But afterwards it wasn’t too hard to get them to leave.

Obviously the boys cared about their lives a lot more than John ever did. The townsfolk tried to stand up for themselves but somehow they’d get more ammunition than anyone else in town. But John? He’d only need a bullet for each of them. After offing the eldest, the rest seemed to get the idea not to mess with him. He was a bit rough around the edges but true to the good nature of the law. His gruff nature often kept many of the townsfolk on edge as well but he never hurt them without any actionable reason. Even turned down some of the lasses when they offered him their gratitude. Pastor Abraham says he only denied them cause he was being a proper Christian man. The law was meant to be held above everything else.

That’s why he couldn’t have them boys harassing the Natives either. Even if it wasn’t in his jurisdiction, he’d still heard how they were bothering a bunch of the women and children. Didn’t take much for him to ride his horse over there and scare them off again. Too bad they needed a bit more convincing. A shot between the legs meant them boys wouldn’t be messing around with their women anymore. They went running with their tails between their legs hoping that John wouldn’t follow them.

“Thank you,” the elder said.

John tipped his head covering his rugged face. “Just doin my job,” he muttered.  

“I understand. But many of the previous sheriffs didn’t come to help us. With that you have our sincerest thanks.”

Even though he’d been in the hot sun all day, his face turned a bit redder from the complement. Not prone to receiving such a complement he kept his face down. “Like I said, just doin my job.” He started off towards his horse again. The sun was already starting to lower and he was a good while away from the town. No way he’d be able to get there before dark.

“Sheriff?” the elder stopped him knowing full well how long it took to ride to town. “Why don’t you stay the night? It’s the least we can do as thanks for what you did for us today.”

John took a moment staring off at the distance the town was in. He knew just how dangerous it could be to ride his horse at a time like this. No way to see holes and didn’t matter how well trained Midnight was, she didn’t want to race under the moonlight. “Shit…” John cursed as he dismounted his horse. “Guess yer right…”

In the center of the encampment, other Natives had a campfire started and were cooking around it. They shared their food and drink with him while he sat on the ground beside them. An old wooden chair would have been nice, but it seemed rude to ask for. He watched as they all had their own customs and cultures he wasn’t quite used to. Groups worked together and mingled in their own language while he sat by himself.

The elder came by again. “You could have you’re pick of anyone here if you’d like,” the other man offered. There was a partial smile running up his face as he said it. “Everyone here is extremely grateful for what you did.”

“I couldn’t do that to any of the women here. Not after what dem Riley boys were up to.”

“Who said anything about the women?” the elder smirked. They shared a stare off but the elder didn’t blink.

“Ehh… Fack off. Don’t make me regret stayin here,” John muttered as he went back to what he was drinking. His eyes ran around the small area trying to think of something else to say.

“I’m sorry,” the elder laughed a bit to himself. “I often forget how different our cultures can be. But may I offer you something else?” John’s interest went up as he tried to figure out what else he could possibly offer. “It’s just a bit of an old tradition we do for good people we highly respect. It bestows an unbelievable amount of power to the person who is pure of heart. Would you like to join it?”

It took John a good few seconds to think about what he wanted from this. He wasn’t much interested in their culture and it sounded like a crock of shit. Not to mention how he’d been told his life just what it meant to be ‘pure of heart’ and he damn well wasn’t that. The town only respected him because they could use him. He cleaned up the dirty work so they could keep their hands clean. It’d been a long time since he’d accepted that he would enjoy the fiery pits of Hell.

“Why the Hell not?” John grumbled as he jumped up from where he was seated. The world seemed to start spinning a bit as he realized he’d probably drank quite a bit more than meant to. “Ain’t gonna do anything else. Might as well try it, eh?” His large body staggered as he followed the elder out to the middle of nowhere. Whatever they were going to do it obviously had to be alone.

The full moon hung above them making it at least decent to see. That didn’t make John any more comfortable as he saw just how far they had walked from everyone else. “Take off your clothes,” the elder ordered.

“Listen buddy… I told you I’m not gonna do that.” John was even further out of it. The elder chuckled at the imposition. He walked over to the other man and started doing it for him. John didn’t feel like he had to struggle as his shirt was taken off his body and pants dropped around his ankles. He even stepped out of his boots leaving everything but his hat on his head. “What’s the big idea?” he slurred. Every part of his hairy imposing body was exposed. Through hard work in and out of the town he’d gotten to be rather large, while all the women in town seemed to just wanted to fatten him up. Giving him all sorts of food to make sure he’d stay that way.

“It’s going to be alright,” the elder said. He wrapped a furry belt around his waist. “Over there is water inside of a wolf’s footprint. You must drink out of it.”

“Ehh?” John looked down at the older man wondering what he was talking about. He was rather thirsty. It was just a few steps away and he leaned down and cupped the water out of the paw print. In went down oddly smooth. The cool air around him made John feel even more at ease as plopped down onto his rear. Even though he was completely naked he felt oddly comfortable. “Woah…” he smiled over at the elder. “You do something to this too?”

The elder didn’t respond. Even from the few feet and darkness he could already see the yellowish glow in the cowboy’s eyes. The gold glistened in the moonlight. To John he was having a wild experience. A rush of energy shot through his body but he barely felt like he could move. His heart rate quickened but he felt relaxed and at ease. The light amount of hair around his body started to grow denser. “What’s this?” he looked down at his nails as they turned darker. They gained a certain point at the end and seemed to be getting longer, curling over the tips of his fingers. The same was happening to his toes.

“What’s goin on…” he slurred. But was instantly distracted by the tingle in his dick. His hand brushed up against it right away. “Woah!” he cried out in pleasure. His back arched as he touched it. The priest had always told them it was a sin. More so if he was thinking about another man. But his mind went back to the Natives he’d just seen walking around without the same covering he was used to seeing. Their masculine bodies, each adorned with a markings and a decent amount of muscle.

Thoughts telling him to stop filled his mind. He brushed each and every one of them away. It felt too good to stop. The pleasure over loaded his senses making it impossible to tell what was happening to his body. His already muscular body bulked up even larger, filling out any missing areas that he had. The strongmen in the circus that had come around two years ago had nothing on him. His bones lengthened and thickened to help support his growing frame. Fur covered each and every part of him. A gray coating that was a thick pelt.

His body turned over and he tried to get up onto his feet. A sudden shift in his weight brought him back down to his knees. Thick black claws dug into the ground as he tried to grip onto something. The feeling was too much. His hips thrust forward mimicking the sensation he longed for. While on his rear, his tail bone was growing longer. Filling out into a tail that fell between his legs.

John arched his back even further, then thrusted down deeper. Deep growls escaped his mouth as he felt a more wild side coming out of him. His body was hornier than it had ever been in his life. The claws on his feet dug deep into dirt. John’s human toes started to shift up and back into a more paw like structure. They bent up and around while his big toe pull up to the side of his leg. No longer could he walk on his who foot as his heel pulled further back. Paw pads filled out on each of his remaining toe.

A deep guttural growl escaped John’s mouth as he felt himself coming even closer. The pleasure was building to a climax as his nose had turned black. It pulled itself up and back making it more of a snout than a human nose. But then his face started to push out further from his skull. The maw pushed further and further away while his dull human teeth sharpened into something far more threatening. No longer used for eating plants but sharp and powerful for tearing through flesh. His deep growl turned even deeper with each inch added onto his face.

His body reacted to the sensation and he felt himself cum. Several powerful torrents of fluid ejaculated from his even large dick. He gripped the earth with as much might as he could as he felt the sensation run through his body. His fur stood up on its end then relaxed back down. John stumbled as he tried to stand up. His weight was focused on the front of his foot rather than his heels. He looked over at the elder realizing he stood a good foot or two taller than him. “Wh-what happ-happened?” it was bit weird speaking with his maw but somehow it still worked. He ran his hands to the back of his head and against his now pointed ears.

“It is thanks for helping us so often. As I said you have a good heart that we have not seen around here in ages. This is our thanks,” the elder added a bow.

“Wow…” John muttered as he looked down at his massive wolf like body. Even though he was so much bigger every part of him still felt oddly real.

“Do with it what you wish,” the elder added. Instantly a thought of the Riley boys shot through his mind. John had a pretty good idea what he’d do first.