SPN: Mating Quest Chapter One
Title: Mating Quest
Author:
chef_geekier
Genre: RPS PWP
Characters, Pairing(s): J2, JDM, OCs.
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 2,305
Kinks/Warnings: This part: None.
Eventual kinks/warnigns include sentient bestiality with toppy Jensen (he's a werewofl) and gay human sex with toppy Jared.
Summary: Jensen is a werewolf from an old-school pack. Upon reaching maturity he's been sent on a mating quest to find the mate to bear his cubs. Instead, he finds Jared, and decides that he'd make a better mate than some delicate female anyway. Now to convince the human of that.
((Sorta based on a prompt from Blindfold, but they asked for no bestiality. So taking the idea and changing it around, kinking it up as a get better soon fic for
spiders_stars.))
Jensen trudged along the side of the highway, grumbling to himself now and then. It was pissing down with rain, he was cold, and far from any known shelter.
There was also the fact that he was stuck in his bloody wolf form until he found his mate.
Jensen was a werewolf, and his pack were notoriously old-fashioned. He knew wolves from other tribes who were still unmated despite being older than Jensen, and their tribes hadn't made them go off on stupid mating quests. But despite his protests, Jensen had been forced into his wolf form and trapped, then kicked out of the pack, unable to return or change back into a human until his mate was found and claimed.
This SUCKS, Jensen thought as he ducked out of the way of yet another car. I'd freakin' kill for a warm shower right now.
It took a long time, but eventually he came to the incline that led to a town. Sighing in relief, Jensen forced himself to speed up. Town meant shelter, and he could scavenge for food. He was so hungry, if only the rain hadn't forced every living thing to find a bolt-hole to curl up in he could have gone hunting.
On the outskirts of the town, Jensen paused. There was the most divine smell coming from one of the houses. Creeping closer, he realised that someone had left their kitchen window open whilst cooking, and he could smell the tantalising mix of cooking meat and sweet baked goods. Without realising it, he let out a soft whine. It smelled so good, he really wished that he was human again. He'd charm whoever was inside and get a decent meal. Very few people would give scraps to an enormous wolf, however.
Unable to resist, Jensen crept a little closer, wondering if maybe he could steal something through the window. Suddenly, however, there was a smash of glass and raised voices, and Jensen couldn't help but listen in.
“Oh for fuck's sake, Jared!” A woman was yelling, and Jensen's ears lay flat against his head. He didn't like the sound of her. Hopefully she wasn't the one who made the nice-smelling food.
“I'm sorry baby,” a male voice - presumably Jared - responded. “I just, I thought we could have a nice meal together...”
“No! We have reservations, I need to introduce you to my boss and clients! We're going out!”
“We've been out every night for two weeks,” Jared protested. “Look, it's pouring with rain out there. I made a fresh stew, your favourite pie... c'mon Sash, just one night in. I'm exhausted.”
“You you you! We're in our primes, we need to go out and be seen doing things!”
“Marry a blow-up doll then,” Jared finally sounded like he was sticking up for himself, and Jensen let out a mental cheer. “It sounds like all you want in a man is someone to sit still and look pretty while you climb the social ladder. I want something different in a marriage.”
“You... you asshole!” There was a small 'tink' as something metal - say, an engagement ring - got thrown at something else, possibly the wall or a table. A few seconds later, the front door opened and Jensen watched a gorgeous blonde woman storm away.
Deciding that this might work to his advantage, Jensen trotted up to where the door was still open, and let out a whine.
There was a shadow from inside, and then what appeared to be a giant in the doorway. Jensen felt his tail curling between his legs, and he crouched a little to make himself look smaller, wondering if maybe this was a really bad idea. The guy still smelled pretty angry underneath the smell of food.
Then Jared's scent changed completely, and he crouched down to be more on level with Jensen.
“Hey there,” Jared crooned, voice soft and soothing. “You lost? Poor thing, you're probably starving. C'mon inside, let's get you dried off.”
Jensen was more than a little taken aback at Jared's apparent lack of fear, but he wasn't going to turn down warmth and food. So he eased forward a little, ready to bolt if it looked like a trap, but Jared just held out his hand for Jensen to sniff.
“Attaboy,” Jared was smiling at him as Jensen tentatively sniffed, then gave the proffered fingers a brief lick. “Such a lovely boy, I wonder where you came from? Someone's gonna be missing you.” He stood and stepped back a little, leaving the doorway open, and Jensen decided to risk it. He moved inside, brushing against Jared's legs as he did so, and held back the urge to shake out his fur in the small entrance hall.
Instead he followed Jared's lead to what turned out to be the laundry, and was soon on the receiving end of the most epic rub-down ever. His tail was going mental and he opened his mouth in an almost-smile, tongue lolling, as he felt Jared's strong hands moving the towel over him. This was perfect. It was a little disconcerting for Jared to continually talk as though Jensen was an overgrown cub, but he figured it was a small price to pay.
“How about some dinner? I've got some nice meat. Um. Do dogs eat cooked meat? I think I've got some raw leftovers... Oh! Wait, Jeff dropped off those rabbits. I didn't want to refuse, but what am I meant to do with a pair of dead rabbits? You can have them!”
It was in that instant that Jensen made his decision. Screw the pack, he was staying right here with Jared.
~*~
Jared watched as the dog ate the pair of rabbits ravenously. He found it odd that such a large dog, so clearly friendly, was wandering about by itself. It had to be someone's pet. He'd put up posters when the weather cleared - maybe it would give him something to take his mind off of his now defunct engagement.
Sighing, Jared turned and dished up some dinner for himself. When he was a teenager, he would have thought that his fiance walking out on him would have broken his heart and left him desolate, but instead he just felt... restless. Like it didn't matter that he'd wanted to spend the rest of his life with Sasha just a few short weeks ago, like there was someone else out there waiting for him.
It was confusing, but at least he wasn't moping.
As Jared ate, his eyes kept wandering over to the dog, who was looking quite pleased with itself. Jared smiled a little at the sight, even if the crunch of bones was a little unnerving. It wasn't enough to put Jared off his food, so he let the dog crunch to its heart's delight.
Every now and then, Jared felt as though the dog was watching him, judging him, but surely that was just his imagination.
Once they'd both finished eating, Jared set about making a pile of towels and blankets on the living room floor for the dog to sleep in. The dog eagerly trotted over and turned a few times before curling up in the middle of the blankets, which leant further evidence to it being a lost pet. There was no way a stray would be so trusting, or know what blankets where. Jared felt a little sad that he'd have to give up the dog, but gave himself a mental shake.
“C'mon Jared,” he muttered to himself. “Don't go getting attached already.”
The dog opened one eye and surveyed Jared, who grinned back.
“Okay, okay, I'll stop interrupting your sleep. Behave yourself, okay?” Not waiting for an answer, he briefly stroked down the dog's back and turned, heading upstairs to his own bed.
~*~
Jensen waited until the house was silent, no more movement anywhere, before he rose and started exploring. The house wasn't large, he knew that much from the outside, but it seemed comfortable. A little cluttered and messy, but he figured that was probably from Jared living by himself. It certainly wasn't dirty or unpleasant. Jensen slipped quietly from room to room, deciding that he liked the large kitchen with the sturdy wooden table the best. This room smelled like good food and fun times, clearly the place where Jared relaxed with friends and family.
It took a bit of searching to find the staircase leading up - it was a pokey little thing, and Jensen was briefly amazed that Jared could navigate it. Shaking his head, he climbed the stairs with a little difficulty himself, and found himself directly in Jared's bedroom.
Looking around, Jensen realised that this probably used to be an attic - hence the pokey stairs - and that the study downstairs was probably meant to be the bedroom. He moved around the room, sniffing out anything interesting, and his hackles rose when he found a few items of clothing that smelled of the woman who'd stormed out earlier.
Jensen glanced over at Jared, fast asleep on the enormous bed, and his tail wagged a little. He'd make his opinion well known. It didn't take much for him to rip the panties and skirt apart, feeling extremely pleased with himself.
Satisfied with the destruction, Jensen continued nosing around the bedroom. There weren't many interesting smells, so after a few minutes Jensen jumped up onto the bed - careful not to wake Jared - and curled up, pressed lightly against the human's back where the covers had slipped down.
It wasn't long before Jared rolled over and slung one arm over Jensen, curling around him and smelling of sleep and comfort. If Jensen could smile, he would have.
Life here was going to work out just fine.
~*~
Jared woke to the odd feeling of someone in bed with him. He quickly opened his eyes, ready for a fight if Sasha had snuck back in, only to see the dog he'd found the previous night curled up in his arms, apparently fast asleep.
“Huh,” he muttered to himself. “Cheeky sod, aren't you?”
The dog opened one eye and its tail thumped on the bedcovers a couple of times. This close, Jared was struck by just how green the dog's eyes were. That probably wasn't normal.
“So what do I call you?” Jared wondered aloud. “I don't think 'the dog' is quite right.”
The dog watched him for a beat, then closed its eyes again.
“Yeah yeah, ignore me,” Jared couldn't help the laugh that spilled out of him. “I bet you'll miss this giant human-shaped heater when I go have a shower.”
Although he did intend to get up and start getting ready for the day, there was just something about lying in bed, curled up with the large furry dog, that really appealed. Deciding that it wasn't really time to get up anyway, Jared sighed and closed his eyes again, hand absently stroking along the dog's fur.
He tried to remember why he'd never gotten a dog before, and was coming up blank.
~*~
Jensen was extremely pleased with how the day had gone. Jared had apparently decided that he didn't really need to go anywhere, so they'd spent much of the morning lazing around in bed. Every now and then, when Jared was feeling more awake, he'd given Jensen an awesome playful pat, and they'd ended up mock-wrestling a few times.
When they'd finally gotten up, Jared didn't seem to buy into the usual dog-owner mindset of 'one meal per day', and had shared his breakfast with Jensen. After that, Jared had settled in at his computer, leaving the back door slightly open so that Jensen could come and go as he pleased.
Jensen felt himself falling a little more in love with Jared with each passing hour.
The mood of the day changed mid-afternoon, when Jared received a phone call that made him smell progressively more nervous.
“Yeah... who told you? ...Oh. Yes, well, we had a fight. ...I don't know. I'll call her later. ...Are you sure you don't have anything else... ...Well, if you're sure. ...Okay, see you then.” Jared hung up the phone and slumped down in his seat, smelling miserable. That wouldn't do, so Jensen ambled over and rested his head on Jared's knee, earning a small smile.
“Sorry boy,” Jared started stroking Jensen's fur again, which felt lovely. “That was Jeff. He's... honestly, he creeps me out a bit. He stopped hanging around as much when Sash and I were dating, but now... I dunno. I think he just wants to get in my pants, and the fact that I keep turning him down makes him more determined.”
Jensen's ears pricked up and his hackles raised a little. He didn't like the sound of this Jeff guy one bit. Jared was his human, no one else's, and if Jeff tried any funny business he'd soon find out what a bad idea it was to make a move on a werewolf's mate.
That made him pause. Mate? He knew that he was falling for Jared, but hadn't really considered the possibility of claiming the man. His pack would abandon him for sure - mates were meant to bear cubs, it was forbidden to have someone of the same sex as a mate. But that's what Jensen's heart wanted, and he decided not to fight it. So he licked Jared's hand and sat by his side until the man's scent proved him to be in a better mood, all the while plotting how he could coax Jared into agreeing to be his mate.
Chapter Two
Author:
chef_geekier
Genre: RPS PWP
Characters, Pairing(s): J2, JDM, OCs.
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 2,305
Kinks/Warnings: This part: None.
Eventual kinks/warnigns include sentient bestiality with toppy Jensen (he's a werewofl) and gay human sex with toppy Jared.
Summary: Jensen is a werewolf from an old-school pack. Upon reaching maturity he's been sent on a mating quest to find the mate to bear his cubs. Instead, he finds Jared, and decides that he'd make a better mate than some delicate female anyway. Now to convince the human of that.
((Sorta based on a prompt from Blindfold, but they asked for no bestiality. So taking the idea and changing it around, kinking it up as a get better soon fic for
spiders_stars.))
Jensen trudged along the side of the highway, grumbling to himself now and then. It was pissing down with rain, he was cold, and far from any known shelter.
There was also the fact that he was stuck in his bloody wolf form until he found his mate.
Jensen was a werewolf, and his pack were notoriously old-fashioned. He knew wolves from other tribes who were still unmated despite being older than Jensen, and their tribes hadn't made them go off on stupid mating quests. But despite his protests, Jensen had been forced into his wolf form and trapped, then kicked out of the pack, unable to return or change back into a human until his mate was found and claimed.
This SUCKS, Jensen thought as he ducked out of the way of yet another car. I'd freakin' kill for a warm shower right now.
It took a long time, but eventually he came to the incline that led to a town. Sighing in relief, Jensen forced himself to speed up. Town meant shelter, and he could scavenge for food. He was so hungry, if only the rain hadn't forced every living thing to find a bolt-hole to curl up in he could have gone hunting.
On the outskirts of the town, Jensen paused. There was the most divine smell coming from one of the houses. Creeping closer, he realised that someone had left their kitchen window open whilst cooking, and he could smell the tantalising mix of cooking meat and sweet baked goods. Without realising it, he let out a soft whine. It smelled so good, he really wished that he was human again. He'd charm whoever was inside and get a decent meal. Very few people would give scraps to an enormous wolf, however.
Unable to resist, Jensen crept a little closer, wondering if maybe he could steal something through the window. Suddenly, however, there was a smash of glass and raised voices, and Jensen couldn't help but listen in.
“Oh for fuck's sake, Jared!” A woman was yelling, and Jensen's ears lay flat against his head. He didn't like the sound of her. Hopefully she wasn't the one who made the nice-smelling food.
“I'm sorry baby,” a male voice - presumably Jared - responded. “I just, I thought we could have a nice meal together...”
“No! We have reservations, I need to introduce you to my boss and clients! We're going out!”
“We've been out every night for two weeks,” Jared protested. “Look, it's pouring with rain out there. I made a fresh stew, your favourite pie... c'mon Sash, just one night in. I'm exhausted.”
“You you you! We're in our primes, we need to go out and be seen doing things!”
“Marry a blow-up doll then,” Jared finally sounded like he was sticking up for himself, and Jensen let out a mental cheer. “It sounds like all you want in a man is someone to sit still and look pretty while you climb the social ladder. I want something different in a marriage.”
“You... you asshole!” There was a small 'tink' as something metal - say, an engagement ring - got thrown at something else, possibly the wall or a table. A few seconds later, the front door opened and Jensen watched a gorgeous blonde woman storm away.
Deciding that this might work to his advantage, Jensen trotted up to where the door was still open, and let out a whine.
There was a shadow from inside, and then what appeared to be a giant in the doorway. Jensen felt his tail curling between his legs, and he crouched a little to make himself look smaller, wondering if maybe this was a really bad idea. The guy still smelled pretty angry underneath the smell of food.
Then Jared's scent changed completely, and he crouched down to be more on level with Jensen.
“Hey there,” Jared crooned, voice soft and soothing. “You lost? Poor thing, you're probably starving. C'mon inside, let's get you dried off.”
Jensen was more than a little taken aback at Jared's apparent lack of fear, but he wasn't going to turn down warmth and food. So he eased forward a little, ready to bolt if it looked like a trap, but Jared just held out his hand for Jensen to sniff.
“Attaboy,” Jared was smiling at him as Jensen tentatively sniffed, then gave the proffered fingers a brief lick. “Such a lovely boy, I wonder where you came from? Someone's gonna be missing you.” He stood and stepped back a little, leaving the doorway open, and Jensen decided to risk it. He moved inside, brushing against Jared's legs as he did so, and held back the urge to shake out his fur in the small entrance hall.
Instead he followed Jared's lead to what turned out to be the laundry, and was soon on the receiving end of the most epic rub-down ever. His tail was going mental and he opened his mouth in an almost-smile, tongue lolling, as he felt Jared's strong hands moving the towel over him. This was perfect. It was a little disconcerting for Jared to continually talk as though Jensen was an overgrown cub, but he figured it was a small price to pay.
“How about some dinner? I've got some nice meat. Um. Do dogs eat cooked meat? I think I've got some raw leftovers... Oh! Wait, Jeff dropped off those rabbits. I didn't want to refuse, but what am I meant to do with a pair of dead rabbits? You can have them!”
It was in that instant that Jensen made his decision. Screw the pack, he was staying right here with Jared.
~*~
Jared watched as the dog ate the pair of rabbits ravenously. He found it odd that such a large dog, so clearly friendly, was wandering about by itself. It had to be someone's pet. He'd put up posters when the weather cleared - maybe it would give him something to take his mind off of his now defunct engagement.
Sighing, Jared turned and dished up some dinner for himself. When he was a teenager, he would have thought that his fiance walking out on him would have broken his heart and left him desolate, but instead he just felt... restless. Like it didn't matter that he'd wanted to spend the rest of his life with Sasha just a few short weeks ago, like there was someone else out there waiting for him.
It was confusing, but at least he wasn't moping.
As Jared ate, his eyes kept wandering over to the dog, who was looking quite pleased with itself. Jared smiled a little at the sight, even if the crunch of bones was a little unnerving. It wasn't enough to put Jared off his food, so he let the dog crunch to its heart's delight.
Every now and then, Jared felt as though the dog was watching him, judging him, but surely that was just his imagination.
Once they'd both finished eating, Jared set about making a pile of towels and blankets on the living room floor for the dog to sleep in. The dog eagerly trotted over and turned a few times before curling up in the middle of the blankets, which leant further evidence to it being a lost pet. There was no way a stray would be so trusting, or know what blankets where. Jared felt a little sad that he'd have to give up the dog, but gave himself a mental shake.
“C'mon Jared,” he muttered to himself. “Don't go getting attached already.”
The dog opened one eye and surveyed Jared, who grinned back.
“Okay, okay, I'll stop interrupting your sleep. Behave yourself, okay?” Not waiting for an answer, he briefly stroked down the dog's back and turned, heading upstairs to his own bed.
~*~
Jensen waited until the house was silent, no more movement anywhere, before he rose and started exploring. The house wasn't large, he knew that much from the outside, but it seemed comfortable. A little cluttered and messy, but he figured that was probably from Jared living by himself. It certainly wasn't dirty or unpleasant. Jensen slipped quietly from room to room, deciding that he liked the large kitchen with the sturdy wooden table the best. This room smelled like good food and fun times, clearly the place where Jared relaxed with friends and family.
It took a bit of searching to find the staircase leading up - it was a pokey little thing, and Jensen was briefly amazed that Jared could navigate it. Shaking his head, he climbed the stairs with a little difficulty himself, and found himself directly in Jared's bedroom.
Looking around, Jensen realised that this probably used to be an attic - hence the pokey stairs - and that the study downstairs was probably meant to be the bedroom. He moved around the room, sniffing out anything interesting, and his hackles rose when he found a few items of clothing that smelled of the woman who'd stormed out earlier.
Jensen glanced over at Jared, fast asleep on the enormous bed, and his tail wagged a little. He'd make his opinion well known. It didn't take much for him to rip the panties and skirt apart, feeling extremely pleased with himself.
Satisfied with the destruction, Jensen continued nosing around the bedroom. There weren't many interesting smells, so after a few minutes Jensen jumped up onto the bed - careful not to wake Jared - and curled up, pressed lightly against the human's back where the covers had slipped down.
It wasn't long before Jared rolled over and slung one arm over Jensen, curling around him and smelling of sleep and comfort. If Jensen could smile, he would have.
Life here was going to work out just fine.
~*~
Jared woke to the odd feeling of someone in bed with him. He quickly opened his eyes, ready for a fight if Sasha had snuck back in, only to see the dog he'd found the previous night curled up in his arms, apparently fast asleep.
“Huh,” he muttered to himself. “Cheeky sod, aren't you?”
The dog opened one eye and its tail thumped on the bedcovers a couple of times. This close, Jared was struck by just how green the dog's eyes were. That probably wasn't normal.
“So what do I call you?” Jared wondered aloud. “I don't think 'the dog' is quite right.”
The dog watched him for a beat, then closed its eyes again.
“Yeah yeah, ignore me,” Jared couldn't help the laugh that spilled out of him. “I bet you'll miss this giant human-shaped heater when I go have a shower.”
Although he did intend to get up and start getting ready for the day, there was just something about lying in bed, curled up with the large furry dog, that really appealed. Deciding that it wasn't really time to get up anyway, Jared sighed and closed his eyes again, hand absently stroking along the dog's fur.
He tried to remember why he'd never gotten a dog before, and was coming up blank.
~*~
Jensen was extremely pleased with how the day had gone. Jared had apparently decided that he didn't really need to go anywhere, so they'd spent much of the morning lazing around in bed. Every now and then, when Jared was feeling more awake, he'd given Jensen an awesome playful pat, and they'd ended up mock-wrestling a few times.
When they'd finally gotten up, Jared didn't seem to buy into the usual dog-owner mindset of 'one meal per day', and had shared his breakfast with Jensen. After that, Jared had settled in at his computer, leaving the back door slightly open so that Jensen could come and go as he pleased.
Jensen felt himself falling a little more in love with Jared with each passing hour.
The mood of the day changed mid-afternoon, when Jared received a phone call that made him smell progressively more nervous.
“Yeah... who told you? ...Oh. Yes, well, we had a fight. ...I don't know. I'll call her later. ...Are you sure you don't have anything else... ...Well, if you're sure. ...Okay, see you then.” Jared hung up the phone and slumped down in his seat, smelling miserable. That wouldn't do, so Jensen ambled over and rested his head on Jared's knee, earning a small smile.
“Sorry boy,” Jared started stroking Jensen's fur again, which felt lovely. “That was Jeff. He's... honestly, he creeps me out a bit. He stopped hanging around as much when Sash and I were dating, but now... I dunno. I think he just wants to get in my pants, and the fact that I keep turning him down makes him more determined.”
Jensen's ears pricked up and his hackles raised a little. He didn't like the sound of this Jeff guy one bit. Jared was his human, no one else's, and if Jeff tried any funny business he'd soon find out what a bad idea it was to make a move on a werewolf's mate.
That made him pause. Mate? He knew that he was falling for Jared, but hadn't really considered the possibility of claiming the man. His pack would abandon him for sure - mates were meant to bear cubs, it was forbidden to have someone of the same sex as a mate. But that's what Jensen's heart wanted, and he decided not to fight it. So he licked Jared's hand and sat by his side until the man's scent proved him to be in a better mood, all the while plotting how he could coax Jared into agreeing to be his mate.
Chapter Two