MetaDeprivation - 2. MetaPrompts 566: Boys (MW8)

When Bradley ground his hips to make sure everyone saw his meaty catcher ass caught in illegally tight Wrangler jeans and sang with his irresistible Southern Drawl the lyrics of Adkin’s ‘Ladies Like Country Boys,’ Colt’s colt started to leak. It didn’t help the red wolf had found his old cowboy hat and replaced every ‘Ladies’ with ‘smart guys.’ Nor that a healthy dose of certain proteins had made all his T-shirts pretty useless, so he decided to perform his song topless.

“Well, now we know who will win tonight’s Karaoke.” Brian couldn’t help but spank that big catcher Wrangler ass.

Sam nodded, emptying impatiently his cup of coffee. He quickly followed Bradley’s lead and tossed his T-shirt, joining the red-haired enforcer. Nobody had even made a comment on what the T-shirt had said, as Sam seemed to find a new one every day. (It had said: ‘Real love doesn’t hurt. Real sex does.’) Sam didn’t have that unmistakable Southern drawl, but his smooth baritone voice made the words go down Colt’s spine with an intensity that made Colt even harder in his tight jeans.

Bradley smiled his wholesome goofy smile and slowly ‘danced’ towards the sitting Colt, to wiggle his beefy baseballer ass into the Meta’s face and then down close to the object of desire – his bulge – right at the moment when the lyrics mentioned ‘camouflage.’

“We do have some manipulative wolves in this pack,” Prime whispered into Colt’s ear.

Warren had found his police hat from nowhere and joined quickly in with a ‘’d mornin’, Ma’am’-tip to his hat.

Colt started to pant. He got up. He needed to touch. He needed to touch those pink abs on that naughty Southern wolf … This dreaded Karaoke night due to heavy rain was turning out to be more seductive than comical …

… when Bradley stopped his movements.

Isaac jumped up from the floor.

“What’s …?” Colt asked in confusion.

The music died. CE had killed it.

“I’m sensing danger …,” Isaac whispered, his eyes closed.

“I smell it,” Bradley agreed. His hat was gone, his T-shirt was on.

Prime ran to the ceiling-high French windows, opening them noisily. His pine scent got stronger, telling Colt the tall Alpha was getting in touch with his wolf. “A wolf entering our territory, … feels Alpha-ish,” he added.

Colt closed up a bit to look outside, listening to the rhythmic music of the rain, glancing over the little flags at the boardwalk flapping, spotting the lights illuminating the columns. Of course, Prime blocked his way out.

The very same second, Sam jumped up with his pad in his hand. “We got an automatic alarm, section 2.” Too far away for anyone to see him from the spaceship.

“He’s hunting,” Warren assumed; it was the area with most deer.

“Maybe,” Prime commented, not reassured at all.

“I suggest Pre-invasion Phase 2.” Brian’s hand reached for Colt’s.

“Agreed,” Prime shouted, widened the doors towards the patio and started to undress. Brian, CE, and Bradley followed him.

Sam ran and left without further words.

There was a time when Colt couldn’t watch his wolves shift. Those times were long gone. He just observed in awe, didn’t mind the cracking bones, or the tearing of muscles. And as always a soft glow fell over his face when he saw his big wolves: Golden, silver, brown and charcoal-gray.

Prime’s wolf sent him a glance. A long time ago Colt might have understood it as: ‘I will protect you,’ making Colt feel like the girl depending on her strong man, but this time it only felt like: ‘I’ll do my job. You’ll do yours!’ Colt just nodded, receiving an acknowledging head tilt by the gigantic golden wolf, before he left into the dark.

Isaac closed the doors to the outside, while Warren displayed the automatic readings to the wall in the main hall. While Bradley’s superior sense of smell in human form, and Isaac’s ability to sense danger before it fully manifested itself, had been ahead of technology, now the enemy was on pack land their electronics would do the rest.

“What’s the plan?” Colt asked, very professionally.

“Prime’s leading the three wolves to intercept that intruder,” Isaac explained.

Colt didn’t comment yet on how Isaac suddenly had gotten a pistol latched to his thigh. Or when Warren attached the holster for his own weapon. Similarly docilely he held out his left arm so the policeman could bind the leather band around his wrist. Eight strings again. Meanwhile, he listened to Isaac who continued: “Sam’s getting the fighters together, he will also man the communication station next to the armory …”

‘Armory,’ Colt thought, ‘Another discussion we need to have one day.’ “And us?” he asked instead.

“We stay here until we know more. Worst case scenario we take the Humvees and evac,” the marine explained as if talking about temperatures tomorrow not being as warm as today.

“Humvees?” Colt asked in surprise about the plural.

Warren pulled an embarrassed face.

Colt just shook his head. ‘Not now,’ he told himself.

“Is your emergency knapsack packed?” Isaac wanted to know.

“Of course,” Colt snickered. Prime made weekly inspections. Meta or not, Prime wouldn’t allow slacking. Only his Luminex watch broken would have been worse.

“Good. Let’s hope it’s just a lost wolf,” Warren hoped. “I have no info through my channels.”

Colt rolled his eyes. Of course, this had been planned with painstakingly military precision. A policeman and a marine protecting him. Two of the three biggest enforcers, the fastest wolf on this planet and an invincible Alpha hunting, while another badass enforcer activated the biggest ‘civilian’ armed force in the country. Who did they think was attacking? North Korea?

He accepted a water bottle from Isaac. After a sip, he sat down. And instead of waiting, he put his fingers on the leather band, found the black string and welcomed the pull of the vortex.

It had been easy.

The intruder only really noticed the trap when he had no chance anymore to evade it.

While he had tried to get one of those hares out of their little caves, four wolves had circled him. He was boxed in, without any chance of escaping – alive.

Prime wanted to smile. He hated the interruption. He hoped this wasn’t a prelude to more, like years ago Rory’s attempt to challenge him. But a little action kept him and all of his pack on their toes. This was an excellent training run, even if it wasn’t training.

He indeed had an alpha in front of him. A young one, most likely not even leading a pack – yet. He also was a bit small for an alpha wolf, and not the most skilled in hunting or assessing the forest in total.

Something was off.

Prime felt this wasn’t a prelude to an invasion. Too clumsy. It also wasn’t reconnaissance. Also too clumsy, and no alpha would do that. It was an accidental intrusion of somebody who didn’t know better.

Still, he had to deal with an alpha. And if that young beast were as stupid as he looked he would fight Prime; and become ant food faster than he could say: ‘sword swallower.’

And as expected that alpha raised the hairs of his dark red-brown fur.

For a moment Prime thought of another wolf with a similar color, but he suppressed the painful memory and focused on the challenge on hand … well, paw.

The enemy wolf had surprisingly dark eyes, and some impressive fangs despite his small stature. His growl wanted to say: ‘Go away, and you shall live,’ but actually said: ‘Go away, as I want to live.’

Prime returned the ‘greeting.’ “Try it, and you won’t survive your first attack.”

‘I’m an alpha, I’m not intimidated.’

‘You’re not. You’re alone. You’re trapped. You’re hungry. And you have no clue who I am.’

‘Who cares?’ A desperate growl filled the valley. ‘I will prove to …’ He never finishes the sentenced.

Prime’s wolf suddenly hesitated. He sent a little friendly growl to Brian, CE, and Bradley not to further approach the crazy alpha. Instead, he made a careful move.

The dark-red intruder growled. He was ready to fight.

But Prime didn’t want to. Rather, he started his shift back to a human.

It was dangerous. As small and untrained as the alpha wolf was, he could kill Prime in his human form. But something in Prime told him it was right. When he stood naked in the middle of the forest in a night with nearly full moon and still warm air caressing his high ‘n’ tight, he shouted: “I’m Prime F. Loope, Alpha of the White Wolf Pack. You have intruded on my pack lands. Explain yourself!”

The wolf growled, approaching slowly.

“Stop growling, pup,” Prime shouted. “You have my chief enforcer behind you, one of my biggest enforcer left to you, and the fastest wolf on this planet on your right. If you only touch me, you’re dead.”

‘Who cares?’ the wolf seemed to answer.

“We do!” Prime answered with fatherly authority. “Shift, and we will talk.”

The wolf came even closer. His evenly dark-red fur shimmering in the moonlight, moved by the muscles underneath.

“I order you to shift!” Prime commended in his Alpha voice.

And the wolf stopped, insecure, unsure, thinking.

“You will not survive if you don’t shift now!” Prime barked.

And with this the enemy wolf shook, twisted and fell to the ground, slowly shifting into his human form.

The form of a boy barely 16 years old appeared; thin, shivering and sobbing.

“Thank you, young man,” Prime offered in a warm, fatherly voice. “I’m approaching. I mean you no harm!”

More sobs.

And when Prime crouched to look at the boy with his black eyes looking at him with terror, his hand reached out and touched the dirty black hair of the boy lying naked on the forest ground. “It’s okay. What’s your name, alpha?” Prime asked, trying to establish an adult-to-adult relation.

“Iove,” he whispered.

“Okay, Iove,” Prime continued to caress the boy’s hair. He was more a boy than a young man, despite his alpha scent. “Can you walk?” He offered his hand in the way he had done to his buddies in the Corps.

Iove nodded his head.

“We’ll get you home …”

The boy jerked away.

Prime held him tightly. “Our home. We’ll have some steak and a shower. And then you can sleep. You’re safe with us.”

A hint of annoyance showed itself in those deep black eyes. An alpha didn’t need protection, he provided protection, but he was too exhausted to protest.

“And when you’re ready you can tell me everything.”

Iove nodded. He carefully looked around.

“Yes, Brian, CE, and Bradley are still surrounding us. You’re safe. And you have no other way to go!” Prime stated quite matter-of-factly.

Colt escaped from the vortex.

He watched Isaac stowing the pistol away. It seemed the marine didn’t sense any danger anymore.

Warren informed Sam to stand down the fighters and shut down the electronics. “I’ll get them with our pick-up,” he told Isaac, who nodded approving his subordinate’s plan.

A minute later Sam returned, keeping the numbers of wolves protecting Colt at two. He asked: “What happened?”

And Colt couldn’t help but take one hand of each of the two wolves and kiss them. “Thank you, boys. Impressive.”

Both grew under the praise, Sam more in width, and Isaac in height.

“But I guess our Alpha wolf with the heart of a human has everything under control!”

“Of course.”

“He’s ready to raise his nephews,” Colt stated.

And for the first time, Colt would meet an alpha wolf who resembled much more Colt than Prime.