REWRITE and you may call me the big bad wolf 1/??
anonymous
April 25 2011, 05:46:06 UTC
Okay so I looked at the first two parts and was like argh, this sucks, and decided to rewrite it. And now I am posting it without any editing at all. I hope it's what you wanted, OP.
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Sherlock was meticulous in all things, and so he had a spreadsheet (on John’s laptop, of course; he could hardly be faulted if the man didn’t notice things on his own computer) in which he catalogued everything about the man, from how much milk he liked in his tea (no sugar, but milk) to which clothes he wore on which days (there was no pattern, really, unless one counted John’s moods and the weather; it did, however, allow him to extrapolate the contents of John’s wardrobe and his sartorial taste without actually going through his physical wardrobe, always a useful exercise) to how often he got his hair trimmed. The spreadsheet wasn’t really necessary--Sherlock was disgustingly happy to keep all things related to John Watson on his mental hard drive--but he liked the order of it
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REWRITE and you may call me the big bad wolf 2/??
anonymous
April 25 2011, 05:49:25 UTC
“What is it like, when you’re a wolf?” Sherlock asked, craning his head over John’s shoulder.
John frowned at the pan and poured on a glassful of wine. “You’ve asked that before.”
“Yes, but I want to know what it’s like in your mind. How much sentience do you retain? All your human memories?”
John made a noncommittal humming sound. “Pass the tomato sauce, and then could you go sit down or something? You’re making me nervous.”
Sherlock passed the tomato sauce and then went to sit at the kitchen table. John pushed the onions and mushrooms around in the wine for a bit, scraping the burnt bits off the bottom of the pan, before pouring in the sauce.
“Well, yes, basically,” John said at last. “I mean, you’ve seen me. Do I look feral
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REWRITE and you may call me the big bad wolf 3/??
anonymous
April 25 2011, 05:50:57 UTC
John pinched the bridge of his nose between forefinger and thumb and said, “You realise that most people don’t want to have sex with wolves.”
Sherlock rolled his eyes. Honestly, ask once whether the Earth revolved around the sun or vice versa and people never forgot it. “But you’re not a wolf, you’re John.”
“Yes, but.” John licked his lips. “The wolf shape, that’s usually a turn off. For most people.”
He’d leaned a bit on the phrase most people, which meant it was important. Sherlock ran through it a few times before it dawned on him. “Oh! You’re implying that I have a bestiality fetish, which is not the case here. I’m not attracted to any other animals, or even your animal in particular, except inasmuch as he is also you“That’s.” John cleared his throat. “That’s very flattering. But. Um
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REWRITE and you may call me the big bad wolf 4/??
anonymous
April 25 2011, 05:53:37 UTC
John didn’t like Sherlock around when he transformed--another useless hangup, but Sherlock would deal with that later--and so while John shut himself in the storage room and went into cardiac arrest while his internal organs and skeletal structure rearranged themselves, Sherlock took a shower and cleaned himself out. He set out the lube, a bowl of water and a couple of flannels, and after some thought, left the condoms in the drawer. He put some plastic down on the bed, as this was likely to get messy, and also John would probably get fur everywhere
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REWRITE and you may call me the big bad wolf 5/??
anonymous
April 25 2011, 05:57:32 UTC
It was a deep. glistening red, with prominent dark veins, and smooth, without any foreskin at all. It was not yet fully hard. Sherlock ran his fingers gently along the shaft, and then over the bristly sheath, hoping to coax out more of it. He glanced up at the head of his bed; John had his eyes closed and had somehow managed to assume, in a wolfy manner, a demeanor of resigned suffering. Sherlock rubbed the sheath up and down the shaft a few times, watching as John grew until he was longer than himself as a man, but slimmer, with a pronounced bulge at the bottom. Then dipped his head down and took a quick lick. The taste was not unpleasant, and he tried it again, this time closing his mouth around the bevelled head.
John’s hips bucked hard, and a small amount of fluid oozed from the tip. That was foul; Sherlock pulled back immediately and spat. He wiped his mouth with the back of a hand and was about to take John’s penis back in hand when John suddenly rolled and gathered his feet under him. The bed dipped; John looked over
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REWRITE and you may call me the big bad wolf 6/6 END
anonymous
April 25 2011, 05:59:07 UTC
Finally, finally, the knot went down enough that John could slip out, stumbling backwards enough that he almost fell off the bed. Sherlock fell limp onto his side; he felt loose and open, like the wind could blow right through him. John nosed at his poor stretched arsehole and whined again, giving it one, two licks. Sherlock flapped one uncoordinated arm at him. “No. Stop that. Get me a slide,” he mumbled to the wolf now settling itself on the other side of the bed, slurring his words like a drunk. The wolf stared at him, ears tilted back. “I want to preserve a sample,” Sherlock said. “For examination.”
John gave a low bark, wuff, put his head down, and closed his eyes. Sherlock curled himself until he could pillow his head on the wolf’s flank. John heaved a sigh. Well. The sample would just have to wait until another time
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Re: REWRITE and you may call me the big bad wolf 6/6 ENDlupus_malusApril 25 2011, 14:28:55 UTC
Firstly, great work. I really like your spin on werewolf!John. Secondly, I don't think that this is bestiality at all. As Sherlock points out John is John, just with a different body and a few extra urges and instincts which he can control, just as he controls urges that he has when he is not a werewolf. There is also full and informed consent which is impossible with real bestiality. Therefore, not bestiality, not wrong, just creative (and hot) fic. Nice!
Re: REWRITE and you may call me the big bad wolf 6/6 END
anonymous
April 26 2011, 01:45:25 UTC
I really loved this. It's hot, it stays in character, it manages to be hilarious and adorable with fantastic details. It's everything anyone could ever want in a fic and more.
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Sherlock was meticulous in all things, and so he had a spreadsheet (on John’s laptop, of course; he could hardly be faulted if the man didn’t notice things on his own computer) in which he catalogued everything about the man, from how much milk he liked in his tea (no sugar, but milk) to which clothes he wore on which days (there was no pattern, really, unless one counted John’s moods and the weather; it did, however, allow him to extrapolate the contents of John’s wardrobe and his sartorial taste without actually going through his physical wardrobe, always a useful exercise) to how often he got his hair trimmed. The spreadsheet wasn’t really necessary--Sherlock was disgustingly happy to keep all things related to John Watson on his mental hard drive--but he liked the order of it ( ... )
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John frowned at the pan and poured on a glassful of wine. “You’ve asked that before.”
“Yes, but I want to know what it’s like in your mind. How much sentience do you retain? All your human memories?”
John made a noncommittal humming sound. “Pass the tomato sauce, and then could you go sit down or something? You’re making me nervous.”
Sherlock passed the tomato sauce and then went to sit at the kitchen table. John pushed the onions and mushrooms around in the wine for a bit, scraping the burnt bits off the bottom of the pan, before pouring in the sauce.
“Well, yes, basically,” John said at last. “I mean, you’ve seen me. Do I look feral ( ... )
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Sherlock rolled his eyes. Honestly, ask once whether the Earth revolved around the sun or vice versa and people never forgot it. “But you’re not a wolf, you’re John.”
“Yes, but.” John licked his lips. “The wolf shape, that’s usually a turn off. For most people.”
He’d leaned a bit on the phrase most people, which meant it was important. Sherlock ran through it a few times before it dawned on him. “Oh! You’re implying that I have a bestiality fetish, which is not the case here. I’m not attracted to any other animals, or even your animal in particular, except inasmuch as he is also you“That’s.” John cleared his throat. “That’s very flattering. But. Um ( ... )
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John’s hips bucked hard, and a small amount of fluid oozed from the tip. That was foul; Sherlock pulled back immediately and spat. He wiped his mouth with the back of a hand and was about to take John’s penis back in hand when John suddenly rolled and gathered his feet under him. The bed dipped; John looked over ( ... )
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John gave a low bark, wuff, put his head down, and closed his eyes. Sherlock curled himself until he could pillow his head on the wolf’s flank. John heaved a sigh. Well. The sample would just have to wait until another time ( ... )
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I love the addressing of consent, and John's concern, and Sherlock's spreadsheet, because of course he keeps a spreadsheet.
Well done!
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LOL!
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Secondly, I don't think that this is bestiality at all. As Sherlock points out John is John, just with a different body and a few extra urges and instincts which he can control, just as he controls urges that he has when he is not a werewolf. There is also full and informed consent which is impossible with real bestiality.
Therefore, not bestiality, not wrong, just creative (and hot) fic. Nice!
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