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Something I put together nothing fancy but fun and interesting.
A group of were hunters have turned up to claim Jon's head but it seems the werewolf has learned a few new tricks to deal with these guys.
All characters and image rights to their owners.
_______________________________
Ōkami otoko shinobu
Jon Talbain © Capcom
Out in the forest outskirts of Crossroads, Jon's home was the only source of light for miles around as it was bathed in the moonlight and warmed by the fire in the chimney.
Surrounding the home the wood's wildlife would usually begin their nightly music but tonight. All was silent…
In the shadows of the trees and brush, figures began to slowly move from one place to another. Each growing closer to the werewolf's home.
It wasn't till they were at the tree line when the figures appeared slowly into the moonlight.
Of all things to appear in front of Jon's home were five ninjas.
Though these ninjas seemed different, the weapons they held gave off a bright glint in the moonlight revealing they were silver laced and the group was wearing some light armor around the chest area and finally the last noticeable thing was the symbol on their outfits. On either their forehead protectors, their arms, or even on their backs or chest was what looked like a crescent moon with blood dripping from it.
This clan was known as the Mūnsureiyāzu clan or Moon Slayers clan, known for hunting down weres of all kinds.
Now the reason they were not only outside Jon's house and for that matter in the States themselves was that they were hired to assassinate the werewolf typhoon.
Considering not only was the money good but also such a prize would bring them infamy, the clan had sent a small detachment to the country to deal with Jon and any others who got between them.
Sneaking up to the window, the group of ninjas saw that the place was dark save for the smoldering embers coming from the opening in the old wood stove sitting in the corner of the home.
Seeing no sign of their prey the group easily flipped open the locks to the windows and entered.
Carefully making their way through the household, the leader of the group motioned the rest follow him as he spotted a door barely creaked open. Slowly opening the door, the leader spotted their target laid up in his bed unaware that death was coming for him.
Giving a few hand gestures to the others, the group slowly surrounded the werewolf bundled up in his bed.
Raising their weapons which ranged from ninjatos to sickles and even tenko.
The assailants all drove their weapons down at once, piercing at the werewolf under the covers.
But…nothing came.
No cries of pain.
No gush of tainted blood.
Not even a whimper of mercy, just…silence.
Looking at one another in confusion, the ninjas pulled their weapons back before pulling the covers off to reveal a mound of pillows and a bundle of fur tied together to make it look like a wolf mane.
Before any of them could begin to figure out what happened a claws hand suddenly reached out from the shadows and grabbed a member's head before throwing him out a nearby window.
The next to follow had his legs swept out from under him before being kicked out of the bedroom.
Two more were suddenly grabbed by their heads before they were slammed together.
And finally their leader who only had time to bring his blade up to defend suddenly had a pair of nunchucks wrap around it before yanking it from his hand and having a knee slammed both in his gut and mostly into his spine from how hard it felt.
Falling over in pain from the blow the lead ninja tried to regain his air before he was suddenly thrown out the same window his fellow nin was thrown out.
Rolling into the ground, the ninja leader slowly climbed to his feet as he saw his comrade from before was slumped up against a tree that he hit slowly coming too.
Before he could check on him, the ninja heard another crash of a window as the duo from before that had their heads nearly caved in were thrown out the window in the living room followed by the one who was kicked out of the bedroom.
Each ninja stumbled to their feet before hearing a howl coming from the roof of the house.
Standing on the roof while perfectly in the center of the full moon stood their target but not the way they were told or shown in photographs.
Jon Talbain stood in the moonlight in his ninja gear; a metal plated headband with long scarf turned mask, a hooded navy flak vest with shoulder guards, black knuckle gloves with guards on his forearms, and navy cargo pants tied at his shins, and with his nunchucks by his side and a ninjato tucked behind his waist pack above his tail.
"Normally I would just incapacitate you all and send you on your way to the hospital but seeing as you seemed very intent on taking me out, I shall ask who are you and who sent you?" Jon growled out as his eyes seemed to glow more in the moonlight.
The group said nothing as they just drew their weapons readying for their fight with the werewolf.
Jon just glared more at them upon seeing that.
"I see, in that case forgive me for the injuries I inflict," the werewolf nin said as he unsheathed his claws and leapt down in front of the group.
The moment he touched down, Jon immediately went on the attack.
Producing some smoke bombs from his pack, the werewolf threw them at the feet of the group blinding them in a haze of smoke.
Quickly going back to back with one another the five nins kept their guard up as they tried to find the wolf.
Suddenly something grabbed one member by the leg and dragged him screaming into the haze.
Not even hesitating for a second, another member charged forward to strike at the direction his teammate disappeared into. Only to hit air, before he could regroup and return to the others a clawed hand appeared from the corner of his eyes and grabbed him by the face before pulling him into the smoke and shadows.
Hearing their two members' screams of fear and shock the remaining group stood their ground as the smoke began to clear.
Upon doing so they were treated to a slightly bloated Jon who's belly hung out of his vest.
"Normally, I would resist my feral side's urges but tonight you five have caught me at a bad time," Jon said as he patted the squirming belly.
Not even phased by the fact two of their members were devoured, one member threw his own smoke bomb at the wolf who back flipped away when he smelt a metal like substance coming from them which was most likely silver.
Pulling out his weapon of choice, Jon was able to dodge a sudden stab behind him before using the wire from his nunchucks to flip his attacker over him.
The moment the attacker landed was the moment he received a knuckle sandwich which dislocated his jaw.
Trying his best to fight through the searing pain of having his jaw disconnected, the attacking nin barely had time to react as he saw a gaping pink void coming towards him.
The moment Jon pounced on his prey did he suddenly feel an intent to kill come upon him.
Keeping his grip on his target, the lycanthrope leaned back to dodge a kusarigama weight that was launched at his head.
The owner of the weapon was focused on mostly hitting his target and possibly saving his teammate if he was still alive. That upon seeing the kicking legs of his clan members slide down the wolf gullet, he was unphased until the chain of his weapon was grabbed and he pulled him into the fray.
The leader and now last member of the group, stood watching his clan members fall one by one but to him this was nothing, with each sacrifice they brought the chance of victory for him with their bodies.
As the smoke cleared the leader wasted no time striking the wolf the moment he saw him with his silver blade.
Hearing the gasp and feeling his blade sinking into something the leader of the group grinned under his mask as he saw he had sliced into the werewolf's shoulder with his sword.
As the wolf gasped in pain from the wound, he then grinned at the were hunter.
Seeing this the leader was confused but then the lycan suddenly exploded into smoke and whisp of black substance.
"A perfect kurōn," was all the leader could gasp out when he suddenly felt a presence behind him.
Standing there with a large ball gut was his target with a grin to rival a kitsune.
"You are correct but it's too late to realize it," was all Jon said before breaking the blade like a twig and grabbing the man by his shoulders."Once more I will asked, who sent you?"
The nin said nothing as he glared back at the wolf man.
"No matter what you do to me you filthy beast, I shall say nothing," the ninja said not even phased about his possible fate.
"So be it," was all Jon said before clamping his muzzle down into the ninja's head.
Flicking his head back the werewolf opened his jaws and snapped up the ninja were- hunter's shoulders and midsection.
Feeling his once killer turned meal squirm, Jon couldn't help but grin as he licked over his meal as it tried to reach for anything to escape but was turned useless in his jaw.
Opening his jaws and gulping down the ninja's waist, Jon wasted no time on finishing his opponent.
The training he received from his rodent sensei rang in his mind.
"Finish your opponent before they even know what happened,"
Words that he shared with him as he learned a new discipline.
Taking the words to heart, Jon wasted no time snapping up the hunter's legs and feet before gulping them down with a loud glorp as they landed in his gut with a loud slosh.
Feeling both the nins and their gear churn into stew, Jon couldn't help but gag as the silver laced materials on them digested.
Dropping into a meditative form, the werewolf focused his energy on breaking down the toxins and turning them into strength. Another lesson he learned from his new master.
Hearing his gut gurgle and glorp, the werewolf thought his gut would implode when suddenly it stopped.
At first nothing happened but then the wolf's cheeks bulged before he opened his mouth and a silver smoke came out of it as he belched, turning the once poisonous substance into nothing but gas.
Patting his bulgy tire size gut, Jon sighed as he began to make his way back into his home.
'Another day, another group of hunters turned into were-fat,' Jon thought before letting out a belch.
"Need to remember to send Splinter a thank you gift next chance I get," Jon said before letting out another belching followed by the splat of a former ninja's headband landing on a nearby rock.
A group of were hunters have turned up to claim Jon's head but it seems the werewolf has learned a few new tricks to deal with these guys.
All characters and image rights to their owners.
_______________________________
Ōkami otoko shinobu
Jon Talbain © Capcom
Out in the forest outskirts of Crossroads, Jon's home was the only source of light for miles around as it was bathed in the moonlight and warmed by the fire in the chimney.
Surrounding the home the wood's wildlife would usually begin their nightly music but tonight. All was silent…
In the shadows of the trees and brush, figures began to slowly move from one place to another. Each growing closer to the werewolf's home.
It wasn't till they were at the tree line when the figures appeared slowly into the moonlight.
Of all things to appear in front of Jon's home were five ninjas.
Though these ninjas seemed different, the weapons they held gave off a bright glint in the moonlight revealing they were silver laced and the group was wearing some light armor around the chest area and finally the last noticeable thing was the symbol on their outfits. On either their forehead protectors, their arms, or even on their backs or chest was what looked like a crescent moon with blood dripping from it.
This clan was known as the Mūnsureiyāzu clan or Moon Slayers clan, known for hunting down weres of all kinds.
Now the reason they were not only outside Jon's house and for that matter in the States themselves was that they were hired to assassinate the werewolf typhoon.
Considering not only was the money good but also such a prize would bring them infamy, the clan had sent a small detachment to the country to deal with Jon and any others who got between them.
Sneaking up to the window, the group of ninjas saw that the place was dark save for the smoldering embers coming from the opening in the old wood stove sitting in the corner of the home.
Seeing no sign of their prey the group easily flipped open the locks to the windows and entered.
Carefully making their way through the household, the leader of the group motioned the rest follow him as he spotted a door barely creaked open. Slowly opening the door, the leader spotted their target laid up in his bed unaware that death was coming for him.
Giving a few hand gestures to the others, the group slowly surrounded the werewolf bundled up in his bed.
Raising their weapons which ranged from ninjatos to sickles and even tenko.
The assailants all drove their weapons down at once, piercing at the werewolf under the covers.
But…nothing came.
No cries of pain.
No gush of tainted blood.
Not even a whimper of mercy, just…silence.
Looking at one another in confusion, the ninjas pulled their weapons back before pulling the covers off to reveal a mound of pillows and a bundle of fur tied together to make it look like a wolf mane.
Before any of them could begin to figure out what happened a claws hand suddenly reached out from the shadows and grabbed a member's head before throwing him out a nearby window.
The next to follow had his legs swept out from under him before being kicked out of the bedroom.
Two more were suddenly grabbed by their heads before they were slammed together.
And finally their leader who only had time to bring his blade up to defend suddenly had a pair of nunchucks wrap around it before yanking it from his hand and having a knee slammed both in his gut and mostly into his spine from how hard it felt.
Falling over in pain from the blow the lead ninja tried to regain his air before he was suddenly thrown out the same window his fellow nin was thrown out.
Rolling into the ground, the ninja leader slowly climbed to his feet as he saw his comrade from before was slumped up against a tree that he hit slowly coming too.
Before he could check on him, the ninja heard another crash of a window as the duo from before that had their heads nearly caved in were thrown out the window in the living room followed by the one who was kicked out of the bedroom.
Each ninja stumbled to their feet before hearing a howl coming from the roof of the house.
Standing on the roof while perfectly in the center of the full moon stood their target but not the way they were told or shown in photographs.
Jon Talbain stood in the moonlight in his ninja gear; a metal plated headband with long scarf turned mask, a hooded navy flak vest with shoulder guards, black knuckle gloves with guards on his forearms, and navy cargo pants tied at his shins, and with his nunchucks by his side and a ninjato tucked behind his waist pack above his tail.
"Normally I would just incapacitate you all and send you on your way to the hospital but seeing as you seemed very intent on taking me out, I shall ask who are you and who sent you?" Jon growled out as his eyes seemed to glow more in the moonlight.
The group said nothing as they just drew their weapons readying for their fight with the werewolf.
Jon just glared more at them upon seeing that.
"I see, in that case forgive me for the injuries I inflict," the werewolf nin said as he unsheathed his claws and leapt down in front of the group.
The moment he touched down, Jon immediately went on the attack.
Producing some smoke bombs from his pack, the werewolf threw them at the feet of the group blinding them in a haze of smoke.
Quickly going back to back with one another the five nins kept their guard up as they tried to find the wolf.
Suddenly something grabbed one member by the leg and dragged him screaming into the haze.
Not even hesitating for a second, another member charged forward to strike at the direction his teammate disappeared into. Only to hit air, before he could regroup and return to the others a clawed hand appeared from the corner of his eyes and grabbed him by the face before pulling him into the smoke and shadows.
Hearing their two members' screams of fear and shock the remaining group stood their ground as the smoke began to clear.
Upon doing so they were treated to a slightly bloated Jon who's belly hung out of his vest.
"Normally, I would resist my feral side's urges but tonight you five have caught me at a bad time," Jon said as he patted the squirming belly.
Not even phased by the fact two of their members were devoured, one member threw his own smoke bomb at the wolf who back flipped away when he smelt a metal like substance coming from them which was most likely silver.
Pulling out his weapon of choice, Jon was able to dodge a sudden stab behind him before using the wire from his nunchucks to flip his attacker over him.
The moment the attacker landed was the moment he received a knuckle sandwich which dislocated his jaw.
Trying his best to fight through the searing pain of having his jaw disconnected, the attacking nin barely had time to react as he saw a gaping pink void coming towards him.
The moment Jon pounced on his prey did he suddenly feel an intent to kill come upon him.
Keeping his grip on his target, the lycanthrope leaned back to dodge a kusarigama weight that was launched at his head.
The owner of the weapon was focused on mostly hitting his target and possibly saving his teammate if he was still alive. That upon seeing the kicking legs of his clan members slide down the wolf gullet, he was unphased until the chain of his weapon was grabbed and he pulled him into the fray.
The leader and now last member of the group, stood watching his clan members fall one by one but to him this was nothing, with each sacrifice they brought the chance of victory for him with their bodies.
As the smoke cleared the leader wasted no time striking the wolf the moment he saw him with his silver blade.
Hearing the gasp and feeling his blade sinking into something the leader of the group grinned under his mask as he saw he had sliced into the werewolf's shoulder with his sword.
As the wolf gasped in pain from the wound, he then grinned at the were hunter.
Seeing this the leader was confused but then the lycan suddenly exploded into smoke and whisp of black substance.
"A perfect kurōn," was all the leader could gasp out when he suddenly felt a presence behind him.
Standing there with a large ball gut was his target with a grin to rival a kitsune.
"You are correct but it's too late to realize it," was all Jon said before breaking the blade like a twig and grabbing the man by his shoulders."Once more I will asked, who sent you?"
The nin said nothing as he glared back at the wolf man.
"No matter what you do to me you filthy beast, I shall say nothing," the ninja said not even phased about his possible fate.
"So be it," was all Jon said before clamping his muzzle down into the ninja's head.
Flicking his head back the werewolf opened his jaws and snapped up the ninja were- hunter's shoulders and midsection.
Feeling his once killer turned meal squirm, Jon couldn't help but grin as he licked over his meal as it tried to reach for anything to escape but was turned useless in his jaw.
Opening his jaws and gulping down the ninja's waist, Jon wasted no time on finishing his opponent.
The training he received from his rodent sensei rang in his mind.
"Finish your opponent before they even know what happened,"
Words that he shared with him as he learned a new discipline.
Taking the words to heart, Jon wasted no time snapping up the hunter's legs and feet before gulping them down with a loud glorp as they landed in his gut with a loud slosh.
Feeling both the nins and their gear churn into stew, Jon couldn't help but gag as the silver laced materials on them digested.
Dropping into a meditative form, the werewolf focused his energy on breaking down the toxins and turning them into strength. Another lesson he learned from his new master.
Hearing his gut gurgle and glorp, the werewolf thought his gut would implode when suddenly it stopped.
At first nothing happened but then the wolf's cheeks bulged before he opened his mouth and a silver smoke came out of it as he belched, turning the once poisonous substance into nothing but gas.
Patting his bulgy tire size gut, Jon sighed as he began to make his way back into his home.
'Another day, another group of hunters turned into were-fat,' Jon thought before letting out a belch.
"Need to remember to send Splinter a thank you gift next chance I get," Jon said before letting out another belching followed by the splat of a former ninja's headband landing on a nearby rock.
Category Story / Vore
Species Werewolf / Lycanthrope
Size 120 x 120px
File Size 45.6 kB
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