Finding Trust and Honesty (bxb)

Chapter 43

The singles were first and Caesar gave me a kiss before I walked into the arena.

We were put into three categories, females, males and submissive males. There were notably more females and they took up a large percentage of the contestant. There were a handful of males, all very young, if not all of them younger than me and probably mateless. I was one of eight submissive males, all of them notably smaller and with less muscle mass. I had slacked off going to the gym since meeting Caesar but my werewolf side appears to of kept me reasonably trim, and sex does burn calories.

Those in my category gawped when I came to stand with them. I smiled briefly at them before staring ahead and shoving my hands in my front pockets, slouching on one side and quickly noting where Caesar was in the crowd of spectators that was quickly gathering, for the type of competition there sure were a lot of them. From what I've seen of werewolves they don't seem particularly vain, they have big egos for sure and like to show off but appearance didn't seem to be paramount in the grand scheme of things. Fitness maybe, physical strength and overall size were most definitely important to male werewolves, but the colour of your wolf's coat? Or how pretty it was? I hadn't believed so.

Maybe this was just the most interesting competition going on at the moment, I shrugged to myself.

There were three judges, one of each category to be fair, the she-wolf wore a headset and spoke quietly with the other judges for a minute or two before facing the crowd and turning on her headset. "Good afternoon everyone! And welcome to The Prettiest Wolf Competition! We will commence the singles competition very shortly, and must I say! What a great turnout this year!" her tone was very enthusiastic but the crowd seemed to love it and cheered.

"We do have some returning champions with us this year! As well as some newcomers! Give them all a warm welcome!" the crowd cheered once again, quite a few whistles among them, which caused the crowd to erupt in laughter.

The she-wolf let out a short exuberant laugh. "I do believe judging the competition will be incredibly difficult this year! Especially if their wolves are as attractive as they are! But I'm sure our wonderful spectators will give us a hand!" the crowd cheered once more.

"Now as is tradition, we'll do the ladies first! Ladies! Please make your way to the shifting booth!" the largest group made their way to a small portacabin that had been erected on the edge of the arena, and I was glad we wouldn't be undressing and shifting in front of so many people, I was no prude, or embarrassed by my body but I'd really rather not.

After a few minutes, the she-wolf began to call our names, and one by one the shifted female competitors strutted out from the cabin, doing a lap around the arena before standing in the centre of the arena, facing the front and the bulk of the crowd.

Some of them were incredibly beautiful, every move elegant, with smaller and more slender frames, thick glossy coats and bright, pretty eyes.

The males in the crowd hooted and whistled, the competitors preening from all the attention.

"Wow! I don't know how we're going to choose just one winner today!" the she-wolf exclaimed. "I'll give you all a moment to pick your favourite, and when I call their name I want you to cheer as loud as you can!"

After about a minute she started to call out names, the she-wolves stepping forward as their name was called, going back in line after the crowd had finished cheering. Despite the commentator's words there was a clear winner at the end, seemed there was a fan favourite, which was only confirmed when she continued to speak. "It seems our raining champion has won yet again!"

The crowd cheered and after they had gone quiet the female competitors went back to the shifting booth and once dressed they left the arena.

"Submissive wolves! It's your turn next! Please make your way to the shifting booth!" the crowd's cheers were especially loud, probably due to how special submissive wolves were and how rare. I fell into step with the other submissive wolves and entered the shifting booth. Benches went across the middle of the room and I found an empty spot and began to undress, the other competitors whispering to each other, both excited and nervous.