Wolves in the forrest part 1

Wolves in the forrest part 1

My name was Samantha, but my close friends called me Ama. Not sure how it started, because I didn't start it but one of my friends did back in junior high and it stuck. Anyways, I'm Ama and I have a story to tell. See, right now I'm basking in the moonlight, in the middle of the forest...where exactly I'm not totally sure. I'm still not real good at tracking and direction. But this little meadow, I can find my way here and that's enough for me. I'm looking up at the moon and thoughts of how I came here flutter in my head. So I start talking out loud, to no one in particular really, just feel like talking. I almost never use my voice to form words anymore so it sounds funny, but again, no one here right? Anyway it goes something like this...

I think it was...months ago? Two...three...one...don't really know, can't keep track of days very well in the woods. Anyway I was camping alone. See I had this...secret. No one knew about it, but I secretly read stories and looked at pictures of women having sex with animals. The thought of that aroused me like no guy could ever do. Now I'm only 21, so I'm still young, body firm and attractive, so I never lacked for men but I just didn't date much. They never seemed to work for me. Anyway I began learning about beastiality and zoophilia, and it just...it turned me on. Now I've had sex, I'm no virgin, so when I read the stories, and saw the pictures, I kept fantasizing about what it'd feel like, on all fours, a big furry body pushing me down, thrusting into my wet dripping pussy...

I dreamed of it often, half formed dogs pounding my wet pussy...they were good dreams. Then I started reading stories about women getting taken by wolves in the woods. They were fantasies, but still so good. It turned me on so much, I was always touching myself, playing with my wet pussy when I read those stories. I guess...realistically what I did next was just stupid but I don't know...I did it anyways. I went camping in an area known for wolf sightings. With a good supply of food and gear, I took vacation time for a week. In the back of my mind I knew what I was doing was stupid and a waste of time, but all those fantasies made up my mind. I was going to camp out in the woods, in hopes of meeting wolves who would fuck my firm womanhood.

At the campgrounds, I knew I would be alone, this wasn't really an area people usually came to so I didn't need to worry about being caught or seen or whatever. I stayed at camp the first day, nervous and uncertain. The nights full of odd sounds, I didn't sleep real well. The next day though I felt calmer, and explored. I found a nice stream and was all too willing to strip off my clothes in the heat and get in, splashing around in the cold water. Well when I was done I didn't want to put my clothes back on and get them wet, but neither did I want to wait to dry off. Instead I just set off with only shoes on, butt naked, and went hiking. After a good couple hour hike I made my way back to the stream where I rinsed off again, grabbed my clothes and walked back to camp.

The third day I spent entirely naked. Something about the previous day made me feel horny...or thrilled...to be walking around with the wild, giant trees, wild animals...the whole feel...and being naked and exposed to it all...I loved the thrill of it. I got a pretty good look and the land, climbed a small mountain peak in the nude which was exciting. Even did some small scale rock climbing. I admit...the feeling of the rough rock scratching against my bare breasts...my entire body...well lets just say the rock climbing was my favorite part of the day. That night, as I lay curled up in my little tent I thought I was dreaming when it happened. So it didn't concern me when I left my tent, dressed in a simple t-shirt and jeans and boots, and set off without food or water into the night forest. I could hear wolves howling in the far distance...but I didn't feel scared, at the time this was a dream to me remember? In reality though, I had really just wandered out, I still don't understand why. Maybe I heard the wolves, and just instinctively went to them. Maybe not.

Anyway, so I was walking in the dark woods, didn't even noticed when I stumbled, or scratched myself. All I knew were the wolf howls were getting closer and closer. Finally they came upon me. A whole pack, male and female wolves ranging from black to silver, to a mix with some white here and there. I could tell the alpha male, and since at the time to me this was a dream, it didn't frighten me to see his massive size. His mate was of the same silver/white coloring and was large too, though of course not as large. There were at least seven more wolves though I didn't know whether they were male or female in the dark. I don't know how long we stood there, woman and wolves, staring. Finally the alpha male and female turned and walked into the darkness. The other wolves’ game me one look then turned and followed. And for reasons I still haven't figured out, I did the same. I never looked back that night, but then I thought this was all some elaborate dream. Any minute now I'd wake up flustered in my tent, safe and sound. How little did I realize...
So last I left off, I was following a wolf pack. Now I still felt like I was in a dream, and didn't seem that bothered that I was following a pack of wild wolves through a forest I didn't really know all that well. Dawn was fast approaching when we stopped, and I felt like I was going to collapse. Which I guess should've seemed weird to me, I mean how can I be so damn tired in a dream right? But I was tired, and joined the females in a huddled group of warmth and fur.

When we woke I got up and trudged on, hungry but for some reason I didn't really think about it much, other than to acknowledge the fact. We had started off in the late evening, and walked through the night. I knew a couple of the wolves hunted, along with the alpha male and female. I never saw them feed then though. We went far I think. Nothing looked familiar and I should've been terrified but again, it was a dream right? Well I believe it was the fourth night, getting close to dawn and the wolves had hunted. I saw them feed, and felt grossed as they ripped away bloody raw meat, muzzled splattered with blood, teeth sharp and eyes deadly. it was at that time that I kinda started to wonder if I was really dreaming or not. Well I was laying by the stream, having drank some water trying to curb the stomach clenching hunger that had come on me. I started wondering if I'd be okay.

I began to think I wasn't dreaming, the hunger pains so bad, I was so tired and my body felt like lead. I lost one shoe climbing over some rocks, and because it was bothersome, I ditched the other. For the last day about I had walked barefoot. My feet throbbed, scratched and ached. My shirt was torn in so many places, dirty and sweat stained. My jeans weren’t any better condition. That was when one of the young males came to me. Big and black with traces of silver. He was pulling a good size chunk of blood dripping meat. My stomach roiled at the sight, but when he nudged it to me again and again I couldn't help it anymore. Something in me just...gave up. I was so hungry! I bit a small piece and you know, it wasn't too bad. I felt the luke warm blood dribbling down my chin as the chunk went down my throat and it was good. But that little piece just made my stomach clench worse. I bit another small piece, and another. I started enjoying it, savoring it's rich raw flavor.

I began tearing into it a little more animal-like, wolf-like. ripping it as best I could with my blunt human teeth. I found myself growling with the effort of ripping away the meat. That piece soon was gone though and I was still hungry. Blood smeared around my mouth, dripping down my shirt. I looked at the black wolf and he turned, walking away. When I saw he was coming back with another good size chunk, I just...I don't know. All I know was that before I could really think about it I had ripped off my shirt, struggled out of my ruined jeans and quickly crawled for the black wolf and in great stupidity at the time ripped the meat from him. He growled, but didn't attack. I tore into it, growling and loving the feel of meat and food in my stomach. Blood running down my chest, over my round breasts, nipples hard in the cool nearly dawn air. As I was most of the way through the chunk something happened. Before I could stop him, before I even knew it was happening, the black wolf was on my, mounting me and I stopped eating...let me tell you!

Anyway you're right in your assumptions, he was going to screw me! I cried out, but I mean I was in the middle of a wolf pack, in a forest probably many many many miles away from the most remote human population. Plus he was a big wolf, I was a young slender woman...no chance I was forcing him off. He prodded for a few seconds before finding my pussy and thrusting his large thick wolf cock in me. Well actually it became thick after it was inside me, stretching me, throbbing as he thrust and shot himself in me. I felt his hot seed shoot deep in me, I moaned and rocked under his weight. But in some weird twist or whatever, him fucking me just made me feel...wild. This was my fantasy, to be fucked by a savage wolf, taken like the bitch I secretly longed to be. I began eating again, knowing I had to be strong, get my strength. Blood splashing across my face and breasts, his hot seed splashing inside my womb, I orgasmed and howled. I knew the other wolves were watching curious that one of their own would be mating with this strange nearly hairless creature. When he finished with me, and the knot locking us together in a sweaty, furry joining shrunk he pulled himself out and his seed spilled from my throbbing, sore, stretched pussy. I collapsed, legs trembling as I looked to see Black(as I creatively began refering to him as) licking his cock clean. I tried to move, but couldn't. I knew I had to, the pack would wait forever but...god damn! And then I realized how I must look. mouth and breasts smeared with fresh blood, a belly fully of raw meat from a kill, womb full of hot wolf seed and a pussy still dripping it. I felt dirty and yet...satisfied. Wild and hot. Black came to me then and began licking my pussy and thighs. After a few minutes and this I was cleaned, feeling his rough tounge kinda made me hot again, but at the same time part of me realized he was doing it purely as a practice of cleaning, not anything sexual. Once he felt satisfied he nudged my side and then trotted away to the others.

I quickly got on my knees, crawled to the stream and took a long drink. Then shakily got to my feet and wobbled after them. After a few minutes I was sturdy on my legs again, following the pack. This time Black stayed back near me, protecting me, watching over me. My face turned red, I was flushed at the idea of this wild animal treating me like his bitch. I wasn't sure why I still followed them...was it the idea of a fantasy coming true? The prospects of more hot, wild, wolf sex? I don't know...but I followed where they led, watching the sleek powerful frame of Black, and I couldn't stop imagining his large body on me, his hot, throbbing cock pounding me...I found myself getting wet during the walk, and I couldn't resist rubbing my pussy, my hair dark and wet from my juices. My own brunette hair tangled and unkempt. We stopped shortly after, truly day time now, and as much as I wanted to be with him, I wasn't allowed for some reason. I was kept away by the other bitches of the pack, and resigned myself to curling up with them, my thoughts and dreams full of powerful furry bodies and fierce golden eyes.
The going wasn't easy for me. For one, I was cold. While at the time of my "change" as I was starting to think of it as, stripping seemed like a good idea, afterward it didn't. But what could I do huh? I just kept moving, hoping the weather would change. At least is was pleasant during the day, or else I don't think I'd ever sleep. I never went out on hunts, but Black always brought me back enough food. I because use to the taste of raw meat, tearing away at it with as much gusto as any of the other wolves. It was usually after I fed, feeling kinda wild and blood splattered, that Black would mount me. I never resisted, I wanted him badly that I ached for him. I loved his hot cum filling me, running out of me when he slid out, so dirty and yet erotic. He was a great hunter, and I know the other bitches seemed jealous of me but for some reason they never challenged my place as his bitch. Yes, I called myself his bitch. I don't really see any other way to put it. I was his, it was obvious he claimed me. And while I couldn't bear puppies I could at least give him primal lustful physical satisfaction.

Days of hard physical labor and raw meat seemed to tone my body some. I felt stronger, and loved the feeling. My body was a little red from the sun, but I was tanning. My brown hair was a mess, and bothersome. I wished I had a knife to cut it with. My luck was with me though the next day, I found a decently sharp edged rock and after satisfying Black, I tore away at my hair. I use to love my long locks, but now they were a hinderance. Savagely I cut away my hair till it was short and jagged above my shoulders. Wasn't that attractive, but like it mattered right? I carried the sharp rock with me after that, used it to help cut the meat. It made things a little easier.

Finally we came to a halt one evening, and it was still way too early for us to stop so I figured we must have come to wherever the pack was headed. It was a rocky area, which made things rough for me even though my feet were calloused and toughening up. I followed Black to a small cave, having to hunch down to get inside. Once there he pushed me on the ground, and I admit I was a little afraid, his hot wolf breath in my face as I lay on my back looking up at his fierce golden eyes. But instead of biting me he licked my face. It took me a second to realize i wasn't going to be eaten and I began laughing and squirming against his strong, muscular body. I loved the feel of his rough coat against my naked skin, and this was the best. He twisted his head down and began investigating my breasts. They were new to him, something normal female wolves don't have. He licked and nuzzled them and I moaned, my nipples were hard almost all the time anyway, but now they throbbed with lust. I wanted him, badly. But he kept playing at my breasts, taking soft bites, licking my nipples. I couldn't hold it any longer and came, squirming and arching my body against his, moaning loudly. He seemed to enjoy this, and pulled away. I knew what he wanted and scrambled to my hands and knees, not like I had many options in this small cave. But then he mounted me, and forced my upper body down to the gravelly ground, growling as if waiting to see if I'd challenge him.

Of course I wouldn't, I was his bitch, he needed satisfaction and it was my duty to give him that. But it was rough, his powerful thrusts forcing my body to grate against the ground, my aroused, sensitive breasts rubbed raw against the gravel and dirt till I screamed and moan in a mixture of pain and pleasure I began to enjoy. When he pleased himself in my body, and his knot allowed him to pull out I panted and groaned, leaking his fluid once more. Awhile later, when I felt like moving I exited Black's cave, as I assumed it was, and found the pack outside in leisure. I found a stream nearby and sank down to drink. After that I went back to the pack and laid down in comfortable companionship, strange to say about a pack of wild animals, wolves no less. My thoughts were scattered and jumpy, going from one idea to another. I wondered if I'd ever get back to civilization. Then a darker...somewhat scarier thought, was that I couldn't decide if I wanted to go back or not. This life I was living, Black...it was intoxicating and exciting, erotic and pleasing...

I awoke to the gently nuzzling of Black at my breast, and the rich potent smell of a meal, the tangyness of blood, and my mouth watered with hunger. I didn't have my rock knife, it was back at the cave. I settled for my teeth, blunt as they are, tearing and growling like the animals I kept company with. After finishing my meal I nuzzled with Black, and got into a sporty wrestling match. Of course he won, but there was a good workout in it, much sweating and growling between us both that when he pinned me on my back, he removed himself, and drove his muzzle between my legs where I was aroused and probably smelled good to him. I was ready for his cock in seconds and didn't think anything of the fact that Black was fucking my hot wet pussy in the midst of the pack, bitches and males alike watching or not. I howled and growled my lust for all to hear and enjoyed it when Black spent himself in me, his breath hot against my neck. After our mating he retreated back to the cave and I slowly followed like a good bitch, curling up with him as he slipped off to sleep, with me soon joining him.
I awoke the next morning cold, because for one I was naked. Which was actually pretty comfortable, at least out in the wild where no one can see me. Second, was because I was alone. And I discovered that I hadn't adapted as well to rocky ground as I thought. I was sore, and as I crawled out of the cave and stood, I winced and dropped back down to my knees. Maybe I'd just crawl for a little while...get my blood flowing.

Crawling around, I looked anxiously for Black. I was worried, he'd left and I admit, while I was more comfortable with the wolves since I'd been traveling with them for so many days, but she felt more comfortable with Black around, he was kinda her shield. And without him there she felt more exposed that even her nudity could make her. More vulnerable. Her knees were scuffed, her hands and feet roughed but actually starting to grow a little callus, which was a good thing because the terrain wasn't flesh friendly. As I nervously walked around, I watched the other bitches, and males, of the pack. They eyed me, some more than others. One of the males in particular, a silver with markings of brown. He grinned a wolfish grin of sharp teeth and I scurried back to the cave. Maybe Black was just hunting, yeah...that was it, just hunting. I stayed out the mouth of the cave, eventually standing and pacing to help keep my muscles limber. Then back to laying down.

It was mid afternoon or so I guessed, when Black returned. He woke me from a doze in the heat. My body was hot, and sticky with sweat but I didn't care, he was back! I was so happy! I got up and nuzzled him, licking his nose, rubbing against him. I can't believe I was this excited, I mean he was a wolf right? Just an animal? But over the days of travel, he became more. I mean I gave myself to him, that has to mean something right, even for a wolf. It was only after his return licks and nuzzles that I noticed he had indeed went hunting. There was a deer haunch nearby, and I could see a couple of the other males, plus the Alpha, with the another whole deer, left to those who stayed behind. I knew he'd brought the haunch for me, and the thought that he'd brought me a "gift" was so sweet in my mind. I was quite hungry and set to the haunch with gusto. Black nuzzled at me, licking my side and my breasts as they jiggled through my hungry feeding.

After filling my belly I laid back down again, and Black continued licking my sweaty body, his rough tongue making my body tingle, my breath quicken as it ran over my belly, my thighs, my breasts. Oh god that rough tongue on my breasts was incredible. I writhered and moaned, nipping as his neck. I was frisky after feeding. The rich copper scent of blood in my nose, it's sticky redness on my face and chest...I felt alive and hungry for more than meat. I growled playfully, kicking at his body. He responded in kind, bowling me over easily. It went down to wrestling. Much growling, mock biting. Though he actually left a few teeth marks, I didn't mind, I enjoyed it. Finally he pinned me and I looked up at him, batting my eyes and loving nuzzling his neck. I wanted the cock I could see starting to emerge. The wrestling must have been a turn on and he didn't even wait for me to get on all fours. His cock thrust into me, my legs and arms up, legs spread. Thrusting hard and fast into me he swelled, filling my wet pussy, and his seed gushed hot into my womb.

He was nuzzling and nipping at my neck and breasts. I wrapped my arms around his big furry body as he fucked me, and I loved it, bucking against him. When he satisfied himself, his breath hot against my face as we waited for him to shrink enough to slip free. But personally I loved be tied to him, joined by his hot, thick cock. He rested on top of me, and I buried my face into his neck, thinking about what had happened to me, what I was becoming every day I stayed here, every hunk of raw me I gorged myself on. Every time I opened my legs, and filled my womb on his hot seed.
...back under the moonlight in the meadow. That last memories was days ago. Nothing had changed or anything since then really. The reason why I was out here was because I needed time alone, time to think and just be...alone. Not like it was a big deal. My mate was satisfied both by food and sex. So was I I guess, I had made sure to coddle and spoil my sweet Black until even his great animal stamina was spent. No amount of playing would get him stiff for awhile, and he was sleeping it off back at the cave. I meanwhile was also satisfied and full of both meat and seed*blushes*. I got up, stretching stiff muscles, yawning my voice having become hoarse. Trotting easily to a nearby spring I quickly drank my fill and sat back to watch the woods at night. The darkness wasn't so scary anymore, after being immersed in it for so long. My night vision had improved a little, mostly it was because I had begun to get use to shapes in the night, which helped me see them or recognize them the next time.

I walked back to the glade, rubbing my bare belly, sad. So many times he entered me. So many times I felt full to bursting with his hot seed over these many days. And yet, no matter how much seed gushed into me, it never took. That was really the problem, my problem. Already I could tell the alpha female was with pups, the way she acted, everyone acted. I wanted that. That attention, that feeling. I wanted to give him what I knew he sought, pups. Collapsing into the soft meadow grass I began to cry, sobbing into the darkness. Why! I loved him, I still don't understand why but I do! And yet I can't do the most important thing a wolf's mate needs to do, bear pups! I rolled onto my back, hands over my belly and stared up at the moon through tear hazed eyes. "Please...I just want...want to bear him pups...god I don't have a clue what I'm doing, I'm not religious. And hell after what I've done...no religion condones zoophilia I'm pretty sure...anyway that's the not the point. I really just have no idea what to do. I...I should just leave. I could...I could find my way back to people, get home...go back to my life..."

I started sobbing again. It was useless, I didn't want to leave him. It was crazy but I didn't.

I never realized I had fallen asleep until I felt the wet cold nose against my side, nudging me slowly. When I opened my eyes I saw it was Black, he had come to me, worried I suppose. I rolled over and he licked my face. I couldn't help but giggle and lick back, scratching his thick coat. It was then that I noticed him stiffening and grinned wider, so that was why! And I thought he was worried! I laughed and rubbed nose to nose and crawled away. We got into a wrestling match, and of course he won. But I let him win, I did. I swear. Crawling up on my hands and knees, I opened my legs more for him and he didn't need asking. I braced against his weight on my body, his paws around my belly and his cock thrusting into me. It felt so good, warm and stiff, his fur against my bare ass and thighs...I grinned when I felt the first splash of his hot seed in my womb. Again and again and again. I howled with pleasure and was soon cumming myself, pussy milking his thick cock for everything he had while I felt my juices seep out around him. When he finally pulled out I collapsed, content and tired. Curling up to him I fell asleep almost instantly, not caring about the juices sticky down my thighs, I could clean later....

The next morning I woke nausuous, my stomach churning. I scrambled from the protective mass of Black and made it only a few feet before I heaved up last night's dinner. When I was done I wiped my mouth, clutching my belly. What was this? I never got sick before, and I've been eating the meat for weeks...what...?

No, that was impossible. Never...it couldn't...no. nononononono! I was wide eyed, shocked...it couldn't be? I was...was I pregnant? With pups? I...I couldn't believe it! I howled, and Black woke with a start. He started to come to me but I pounced on him first, licking and nibbling and laughing. I couldn't wait...I was pregnant!
Over the next few days I started learning how to adjust to being pregnant. I wasn't bulging in the belly yet, though that thought sure was on my mind almost all the time. It was more dealing with morning sickness. And the soreness of my breasts, that was also bad given how they jiggled and bounced around since I was naked out here.

Black was tender to me. I think he somehow sensed my pregnancy, and that seemed to afford me most of the care in the world in his eyes. Which really wasn't much of a change. I admit I was feeling like...like a leech upon the pack recently. I mean I wasn't a hunter, so all I did was walk around, sleep, or accept my mate Black's large wolf cock into me. And now he got me knocked up. I laughed a little at that. Being knocked up...by a wolf! I was outside, having just satisfied my hunger on a choice hunk of meat. Black was sleeping off his meal close by, and I tenderly rubbed my belly, fantasizing about it bulging out, swelling round and large with pups...

I woke with a start, a nauseous start as I turned over and hurled up that lovely meal. Looking around the pack was active, and the sun was lower. I had been asleep for quite awhile I guess. Getting up I wandered back to the cave to curl up in the cool shadows, feeling a little ill, my breasts and now my ankles sore. Damn pregnancy wasn't going to be fun out here...and the delivery...oh god!
The days past pretty quickly, pretty uneventfully. I started getting rounder, and it was weird. I mean walking became a chore as my belly began to grow. I actually found all fours a little easier, and began to walk around like such. It was an experience. Feeling the pulling wait of my enlarged belly, swollen breasts filled with milk...it was strange. I mean before all this...the thought of being pregnant never entered my head. I mean it did only when seeing a woman and their baby, or a pregnant woman. but more like, "Huh...maybe that'll be me some day." but when I thought that, I didn't think it'd be so soon!

But here I was, living off raw meat and the few berries I've scrounged. Naked and wild, and now pregnant with wolf cubs from my mate...it sometimes just...overwhelms me when I think about it. Crawling back into the cave I share with Black, I found him there waiting for me. He licked my face and I smiled, licking him back. Laying down, resting my weary bulging body. He came and licked my belly and I cooed to him. I loved when he did this. Nuzzling and licking my belly felt so nice, and I imagined what it'll be like together when our litter is born.

He finally curled down against my belly and I rested my head on him, yipping happily.

Coincidently enough, the Alpha female was pregnant as well. And the oddest thing started happening around the pack. The other females started lactating. I guess it had something to do with the alpha female being pregnant, but...it was so strange. I couldn't tell if I'd have had the same reaction, since I was already almost a month into my own pregnancy. I wandered off one day to be alone, pussy throbbing from the sound fucking Black gave me. I had thought I wouldn't be able to have sex while I was pregnant, afraid of what would happen. But I couldn't really stop Black, and I loved him. His hard powerfully large body pressing against me...it was great. And well, he still needed to be satisfied. And I mean it wasn't like I was huge yet, just kinda rounding. So it was okay, for now. I'll figure out what to do about his sexual needs when the time comes.

Anyway, I was wandering, and there was a roar. To my right, out from the undergrowth, came a huge bear. I was petrified. Let me state that again, petrified. I swear I think I pissed myself...but I didn't really know for sure. The bear roared, staring me down. I didn't know what to do...I kept staring for a few seconds before turning away, it's eyes were too scary. My body trembled as I planted myself, on all fours, right there on the ground. My thoughts though, were about my puppies. What would happen? I had..had to protect them right? Oh god...but a bear? I don't know!
I was scared. A huge bear wasn't too far ahead of me, rearing up and roaring loudly as I trembled on all fours, or threes really because I instinctively had one arm curled around my bulging belly. I couldn't stop shaking, my mind was running like crazy, and yet I couldn't figure out what to do. I swear I was seconds away from being so consumed that I wouldn't even remember my own name. I mean being that close to a bear...so huge! So scary!

The bear dropped back on to all fours and I thought it was going to come at me, kill me. Instead there was this loud sound, which to my fear consumed brain registered seconds later as a gunshot. The bear rocked, roared, and turned away from me, charging off back into the undergrowth. I fell back on my ass, clutching my belly, panting hard. My body was slick with sweat and again it took me a few seconds to realize what a gunshot meant. That meant a person, a hunter. I sat there, confused on my feelings. One side of me wanted to stay put, to wait for him. I mean the hunter obviously knew where he was, and I'm sure he'd help me out of the forest. But what would that mean for my pups. I couldn't even think about not caring for them. But I mean...humans, civilization. Pizza. I did, inside, yearn for these things but then the other part of me, the wild animalistic part of me wanted to bolt, to run back to the pack where I'd be safe with Black and the others. I loved him, and part of me also enjoyed the wild forest I'd been living in for so long now. I heard sounds, feet stomping through the forest, nearing me.
Edgar Morris sat at a rickety table in the only bar in the little town down the mountain. Sipping his beer he put it down, looking at his two companions and grinned. "I'm telling you, there was a woman in the woods, naked no less. I had just gotten to where the bear was when I saw a quick flash through the trees, and I'm telling you it was a woman. I didn't get a good enough look to find out what she looked liked."

His friends laughed, downing their beers and waving for the waitress to bring another one. One of his friends, Geoffry said, "You're just telling us this tall tale because you never did find that bear, though you claimed to make a good shot. Just admit you're lying. It was a fun tale, but you can't be serious. A naked woman in the woods? And she ran from you? Yeah right."

Edgar shook his head, getting frustrated. He had been trying to convince them, but it seemed like it was hopeless. "Fine, believe what you want, I'm done here." He slapped a few bills on the table and took off, getting in his truck and driving back to the hotel where he was staying for the rest of the weekend.
I had gotten back to the pack, stumbling a little, panting and sweating from exertion. I didn't stop until I was curled up, as much as my bulging belly allowed, in our cave. Black was there was nuzzled and licked my sweat coated body but I didn't respond, I was...

I had run away from the hunter, from humanity. It was a big decision, it was life changing and I couldn't quite get my head around what it meant. I had given up my humanity back there. Yeah there may be another hunter, another person, but it was still this first time, given a choice, I had chosen the wolves and my mate. My arms curled around my round belly and I cried. I wasn't sure what I had to be sad about, but I was, for something. It wasn't that I gave up humanity exactly...I'm not sure. Maybe I was just tired and stressed. It was dark when I had gotten back, and Black left to hunt with the others. I just stayed curled up in our cave, barely nibbling the meat he brought back for me. Sometimes I wish he could talk. Or I could "speak" wolf. Some way to communicate what happened, the bear, the hunter...my decision.

The next day I crawled out of the cave, crawling to the center where some of the other females were gathered loosely. She came to them, and the came to her, nuzzling and licking her face in greeting which she returned eagerly, grinning at the warm greeting from the other females. She stayed with them, playing as much as her belly allowed. Finally she bowed out, stretching out and smiling as the females continues their light wrestling. One of the females, a silver/white mix came to her and nuzzled her belly, then licked her face and she smile, returning the greeting. The female who I began calling Cloud(don't know...just did), laid down with me, keeping me company I suppose. It was nice to have a companion, even though I couldn't really communicate things to her.

When Black returned later I was feeling better, in a better mood. Cloud helped, she was a sweet female, as gentle as a wild wolf can be and her antics with the other females made me laugh. So when I saw Black returning I met him at our cave and shared a filling meals, then drew him outside and made it apparent I wanted sex. He was more than eager to fulfill that wish, and he mounted my swelling body, passionately pumping and growling. I howled with pleasure, something about being round with his pups and yet still being taken and fucked by him...it made the sex all that much better.

After our hot lovemaking we returned to our cave to curl up and clean ourselves and rest. I wasn't extremely tired, since I had been resting most of the day, but I could tell after his successful hunt, and his passionate mating, my love was ready to relax, and as his mate I was more that happy to nuzzle and lick him, pampering him a little before curling myself against him and resting myself.
The next couple weeks were not eventful for me. I grew larger, so even crawling on all fours was labor enough, my belly huge and bulbous. I admit I was a little unsure how I'd be able to cope with being in the wide, and so large, but soon discovered being pregnant was a good thing. I didn't have to do anything anymore. Me and the alpha female were the only pregnant bitches(hehe, I've been starting to refer to myself as a bitch, given how I'm a mate to a wolf so why not?). The other females doted on us, and both our mates made sure we were well fed. Me and the alpha female kept each other's company quite frequently. If I was basking in the sun or shade with her, I was laying around with Cloud, who given my circumstances, was the closest thing I had to a friend here. I loved my mate, but still, a friend is always nice.

It was about two months now. I knew that dogs, and wolves, normally were at the end of their pregnancy now, but I still didn't feel like I was done. The alpha female had at least another month and half to go. Part of me wished we could trade, and me deliver after just to watch the birthing, because for one, I had never given birth. And two, I had most definitely never given birth to wolf pups. I just wanted everything to go alright, I don't know what I'd do if they died because I was an incompetent birthing mother...

I shifted my incredible bulk onto my hands and knees and crawled a few paces to the cooler shade where Cloud was sitting panting. I touched her nose in greeting, and dropped down on my side, panting myself due to the heat and my weight, my body damp with sweat. Cloud was sweet to lick my face and belly, and her muzzle brushed against my milk swollen breasts and I moaned, damn they were sensitive. Cloud backed away, sitting and panting, watching me with her golden eyes. I admit it felt nice...but awkward. I felt weird about laying their with her after that, and waddle-crawled my bulk back to our cave, where I waited for Black to return. After I devoured my meal he was the sweetest to bring, I enticed him and let him mount my bulk. I figured since humans had sex well into pregnancy, why can't wolves and humans right? So while he thrusted hard and fast, his front legs not able to wrap around my belly, but it felt so good to feel him fill me and thrust into me again and again, swollen and tight, my round belly rocking. When he was done, and his knot shrunk to slip our I laid down, worn out but shifted to lick his cock clean for him, sucking gently to clean his hot shaft until he was wet only with my saliva. After that I laid my head back down and took a nap.
Almost three months now, my belly was so large...I tired so easily now that I didn't move around a lot. The others were kind to me, and Cloud coddling. Though sometimes I just wanted to be alone, and had to snap at her to get her to leave me. Today found my lumbering bulk in the warm sunlight, peaceful and enjoyable.

I must have dozed off, because pain jarred me awake, pain in belly. My first thought was that the pups were in danger but...no. This was different this was...could it be? Is it time? I tried to get to my feet but contractions started, gripping me, painful. I howled, and suddenly Cloud and the other females were there, even the alpha, surrounding me. Cloud nuzzled me and licked my sweat drenched face.

This was so intense, the pain! I was on my back, screaming and howling, trying to breathe, trying to push or something! I didn't know a thing about pregnancy, let alone about birthing wolf pups! Convulsing, screaming...and then...

I woke a faint mewling sound. Startled, I jerked my head and saw, between my legs, two mewling pups, not all that attractive but...they were mine...my pups, my babies...
But it wasn't over yet. No I could feel it, them...inside me. I screamed and pushed, wishing I had stayed blacked out. I squeezed and pushed and before I knew it I saw another little mewling wet pup pop out. It was scary but...thrilling, I mean I was giving birth! After a few minutes of panting, it came again, and after much pushing and screaming, one more came out. After that I just...I felt empty, it was over...I fell back exhausted. But..my pups! I struggled and turned myself to my four pups, who Cloud was nuzzling and cleaning. I gently pushed myself in, licking my four pups clean, so tired though...so tired...

I dozed again, I must have, but when I woke it was to the fresh healthy mewling of my pups. I must have curled myself around them, I loved watching them so much! I had two boys and two girls, the girls were moving toward my breast, and shifting a little so they could reach it. It felt weird when my first daughter mouthed my nipple, feeding from my milk swollen tit. The other girl mewled in hunger and I gently lifted her a little so she could get at my other breast, being on my side she couldn't reach it normally. The two boys seemed to be sleeping. I rested back, peacefully content on watching my girls suckle.
A week of new mother bliss. my pups were sweet, noisesome things, but I loved them. We mostly stayed in the cave, the pups and me. Black was great, he hunted for me as he usually does, but he was also a warm, strong presence that I enjoyed.

The pups were hungry and fought often for my tits to feed, which always made me giggle as they scrambled over each other to feed from me. It gave me such an incredibly warm feeling to have them nuzzled to my swollen breasts, feasting upon my milk. I just knew they'd all grow to become strong and fierce wolves, my sons and daughters. Cloud came to me many times, and would lay with me and the pups, letting them clamber over her with great patience. It was a good thing, because while I have become more animal than human, my flesh was still tender skin, and while I never wanted to discourage their nibbling and roughhousing, my flesh bore the scratches and bite marks from it. But on Cloud and their father they could play to their hearts content in the thick fur of their coats.

After a week though I finally was able to venture out. I had been too worried to leave the pups to leave the cave, but after a week I needed to move around more, really stretch my limbs. Of course I didn't go far, those pups were rambuctious and I knew they would all be a handful as they grew. But for now I stretched and howled in the sun, enjoying the breeze. Black was there, and I took great pleasure in nuzzling him greetings. Rubbing against him, I knew he couldn't resist me after a week of not being able to satisfy himself inside me and he took me hard and swift. I made sure though of my position, and could easily watch the cave entrance for our pups. But with his large, thickly furred body atop me, and his thick cock swelling inside my wet pussy I admit I was distracted. Moaning and howling my lust for all to hear we mated, and mated well. His powerful, swift thrusts inside me rocked my body, causing my breasts to bounce and sway. His front paws were wrapped around my waist and his hot breath against the back of my neck was so stimulating.

I came first, I usually did, but he wasn't long to follow and I howled louder to have myself full of his potent, hot seed once more, my womb had been devoid of it for too long. Once satisfied and able he removed himself, leaving me quivering with the ache of the after effects of our mating. His seed dribbling out of me and down my legs, my sweat dampened body, all of it made me love him more. I turned for him and slipped beneath his powerful body on my back, licking his messy cock clean. I wasn't sure if bitches did this for their mates normally, but he never seemed to mind, and I felt I owed it to him as his mate and companion to take care of him however I could.

Once cleaned he licked my face and bounded off, to hunt I'm sure, and I made my way back to my pups, who were all piled together in a semi-furry lump in the back. I nuzzled them gently and curled my hot, worn body around them for a nap myself.
Life was going well. Tiring, but well. My pups were a pawful, but I kept them in a pretty good line. They loved playing with me and Black, clambering over us in play. Of course without the thick fur, I gathered a number of little scratches and bite marks, but really that wasn't much of a difference from when me and Black mated.

The big thing was the Alpha female gave birth, two males and one female. They were strong pups, and it was interesting to watch another give birth. I was in too much pain during my own birth to really think of what was happening, but to watch it. It still looked painful, but she handled it well, and the birthing went smoothly. I took to staying with her, bringing my pups along. They were growing all strong, and soon they'd be off the tit, which made me a little sad, for I loved having them feeding from me, it made me feel so good and close to them. But I was proud at how strong they had grown...

A few weeks later though, there was trouble. There was smoke in the air, and one of the females went out and came back, terrified. Of course I couldn't understand wolf despite how much of one I'd become, so I left the pups with Cloud, though the pack seemed antsy. Hurrying in the direction the female went, I soon figured out what the smoke was from, and I should've figured it out sooner; fire! Running back, I went to Black, nuzzling and seeking comfort in his large form, the puppies mewling and tumbling around our paws/feet.
The Alphas howled, and I figured it meant to move out from the way everyone was acting, so I herded the pups ahead of me, carrying one of my daughters in my mouth, because while they have grown strong, she was the weakest and we had to move as fast as possible. I was scared though, I mean a forest fire! I knew they could be dangerous, and the smoke smell was so potent, it must be moving fast. I just hoped we'd be away and out of danger, and out of any possible rescue and fire squads...
We were hungry and tired, running from the fire. I tried to give all my pups a chance to be carried, and Black would usually carry one, but it was hard, I was flagging, but the worse was that we could feel some of the heat. At one point we got to higher ground and saw the fire spreading. We also saw rescue crews, and at one point there was a helicopter but I didn't think much about it, my first concern were my pups.

We finally made it to a bare rocky mountain peak where we could rest, but I could tell if the fire made it all the way here, we could be surrounded by burning forest! But I was too tired and sore, and laid down, letting my pups take turns feeding from my breasts. Looking around at the pack I was happy to see everyone was still with us. Black came over and licked my face, and I realized that I was covered in dirt, sweat and soot, I felt so disgusting, but there wasn't any body of water close by.

Finding a cavern the pack tucked inside. It was close, but that was okay, sleeping close together felt good and safe after our harrowing run from the fire. I woke in the middle of the night though, and wriggled my way free from the pups and Black, making my way outside. When I got out of the cave I looked out and was terrified. The fire wasn't real close to us, but it was still spreading out. I never really thought about forest fires when I came with the wolves, to be honest I wasn't really thinking of much at all I guess, but now...I was scared for myself and my pups, but what was I to do? I couldn't go back to the human world, not now. I loved Black, and I know if I did return I would never again have sex with another man, all I wanted was Black and his hot, stiff cock. And my pups, I'd have to leave them, and that'd break my heart!

I walked a short distance away and relieved myself before returning to my family to curl up again, snug against all the fur. It took me quite awhile to get to sleep though, thoughts of the fire kept my mind restive.
We stayed on the rocky mountain for the next day, the males moving quietly away to hunt for the rest of the pack. Black brought me back a rabbit, it seemed that rabbits were the staple here, but I tore into starvingly, the race from the fire had left my stomach hollow, and I bolted that rabbit quickly, tearing off huge raw dripping chunks, nawing them and swallowing quickly to get more meat. The pups were eating strongly as well, fighting and tussing over a couple rabbits.

Once the meal was over I wandered away down to the faint stream to dunk myself in and rolling around, cleaning the blood and rabbit fur from myself. Once cleaned I shook myself dry and laid out on the soft forest grass. I was awaken my the howling of Black close by, and shaking my head, I loped off to him, finding the other wolves moving away down the other side of the mountain. I looked frantic at Black, but he was moving away once he saw I was coming behind him. I took a moment to look back where I had come, and noticed the dust trails and sounds of engines. Oh god, people! But why were they moving through the ruins of the forest? I hurried after Black and the pups, quickly grabbing up Kaela, the "runt" of the litter in my mouth so that way she wouldn't be left behind.

It soon became apparent that I was at a big disadvantage with the darkness enshrouding us. The sound of men was a good distance, but still the wolves moved. We broke into a clearing only to hear the sound of people close by, taking off at a different direction than which we were traveling. Full darkness was around us, and I stumbled quite a few times, once dropping poor Kaela who howled until I picked her back up. She was my little girl, too sweet in nature for the harsh wilds of being a wolf. My hands and feet were sore from running for so long, and I was exhausted. I couldn't really make out anything in front of me, but I thought I could make out the swift darkness that was Black. Following his form I continued on, until quite suddenly there was only air beneath me. I didn't have time to scream as I dropped, hitting dirt and loam a couple feet down, letting go and clutch Kaela to my breast as we tumbled down the sloped hill, over and over.

I woke sore and bruised, to the mewlings of Kaela. Cracking my eyes open I looked at my daughter's muzzle, touching nose to nose to reassure her as I worked myself to my feet, feeling every scratch and bruise, which there were many. It came to me suddenly that I was lost, and alone with Kaela. I was fooled last night, and now didn't know where they were, or where I was. Though that really wasn't anything new since joining this new part of my life. Kaela's mewling brought me to the present again, and there was food. If anything I needed to feed my pup. I quickly picked her up in my mouth and slung her onto my back, moving off into the forest, limping on my right arm, but I couldn't indulge in pity and pain just yet.

Some time later I laid aside as Kaela tore into the cool carcass of a badger. Carrion, my stomach turned and I refused to eat, anyway my daughter needed it more than me, to grow strong. I was relieved in a way, for if it was for the badger leftovers, I would've had to hunt. And being just a naked woman with blunt teeth and somewhat blunt nails, I wasn't much of a predator.

When evening rolled on, there was no sign of shelter, except for a hollowed out base to an ancient tree. Leading Kaela inside we curled up together, her bundle of soft fur rubbing against my breast and belly, warmth building between the two of us to help fight the chill of evening. I fell asleep troubled with the thought of what I was going to do about our situation. We would need food, and better shelter, and have to find the pack. My stomach knotted, aching for Black. I hadn't been without him since I followed his pack, and even though we didn't come together till some time after I started tagging along, we still hadn't been apart, and I was really feeling it now. But no, I had to be strong for Kaela, for myself....
I woke to the mewling of Kaela. The first thought that came to my head was food. I was hungry, and Kaela was obviously hungry. I bit my lip, what to do? I felt her squirming against my breast and nodded, okay. I could still breast feed her, but sadly she's too big, it wont fill her completely, just abate her hunger for a little while. I gently coaxed her head her my firm nipple which she suckled easily. Curled up there with her, it felt nice, but I knew this was only a temporary peace. After she had fed, I gently guided her outside, following and stretching.

The sun was warm, and the area seemed nice enough. Except the fact that I had no idea where we were. I took off in a random direction, Kaela trotting along at my heels. After a couple hours or howling and barking for Black, I gave up and we headed back. From there I went in another direction, but I didn't get far before I just gave up. It was just...I was daunted. We were both hungry, I was starving and Kaela was now laying on my back, mewling for food I couldn't give. Regrettably I brought her back to our temporary home under the tree, and got her to sleep, tucked against my breast. I smile wanely watching her nestle between my breasts, it felt nice, and my thoughts turned to Black, her strong muzzle pushing between my round breasts, his rough tongue rubbing over my nipples till they ached, throbbed...

I shook my head, no none of that! I burned between the legs, and was uncomfortable curled up in that tight space...oh god letting my mind wander...CRASH! I screamed, kicking out instinctively at the grizzled muzzle of the wolf. Kaela screamed, and I twisted to get her behind me. Kicking out as hard as I could, the wolf finally backed off. But now he knew we were there, and wouldn't leave us...god I was tired...and hungry! And Kaela, I had to protect her. We must have wandered into another pack's territory. I made a decision then, I'm not really sure I was totally in my right mind, but I had to protect my pup, she meant more to me than anything. I didn't really understand people who said that about there kids, not until that moment. It's amazing, just instant understanding!

With that I scrambled out from under the tree and was barreled over by the old wolf, for old he was, but still fit and vicious. his hair was grey and white, grizzled muzzle when to my side but I squirmed around, kicking away. Getting a short distance, I watched the wolf pace, and I paced along with him. He opened his muzzle, lips pulling back in a snarl and I quivered in fear, this wasn't what I was built for! I didn't hunt, I didn't kill, I wasn't that kind of predator! But one glance at the tree where Kaela trembled and my back straightened, and I let out my own snarl, lips pulled back, gnashing teeth, skin flushed red with anger.

It was then that he pounced at me, and I twisted aside, clawing at him, lunging to bite at his side. My poor teeth met only thick fur, but I felt my nails score flesh and noticed faint traces of blood on them as I pulled away. He twisted his head around and bit my shoulder, causing me to scream, his fangs tearing into my flesh. I clawed and screamed, kicking at him, until I finally broke free, blood running down my arm, it felt heavy, and I couldn't move very well. Damn, the blood...but I had to fight, I had to! I charged him, tackling him down, clawing and snapping at him like he did to me. I was scored in dozens of places, but I wasn't making much work on him, and I was slowing down. I scratched at his eye, clawing it causing him to howl and scramble away. I watched in horrid fascination as blood ran from his ruined eye. Then I noticed to my horror that he was between me and Kaela, and she was wandering out, brought out by my screams no doubt. I barked sharply, wanting her to go back, but that was the wrong thing to do. The old wolf turned and it felt like time froze, then moved sluggishly. He lunged, and I was going right for him. Scrambling, ignoring the pain in my left arm, I pushed off with my back legs and tackled the beast.

Before I knew what was happening, I reared back, my mouth open, and ripped out his throat in an act that still shocks me to this day. My teeth tore open his throat viciously, warm blood spraying over my face and breasts. I planted myself over his still warm body, Kaela only two feet away, crouched down in terror. I was panting, bleeding and worn. Looking down at the glassy eyed old wolf, I quivered, but not from fear, but excitement. The rush, the joy I had felt when my teeth bit into his throat, tearing into his flesh, the hot blood that still ran down my face, hair and breasts, it all felt so good! I looked to see Kaela, and knew that I had to show her it was okay, teach her as her mother. Bending down I began tearing chunks of flesh away, swallowing, licking my lips hungrily. After a minute Kaela made her slow way to the corpse, and slowly began nibbling, taking little chunks as I tore into the wolf, clawing at his body till I tore open his belly, growling happily I ripped into his organs, splattered with blood, I felt good, free.

Kaela was getting into it, feeding herself well, and I finished soon, backing away, breathing heavily. I felt...different. But good, right. I left Kaela, making my way to the stream I had seen nearby. I leaped in, rolling and shaking myself. crawling out I started licking myself, but stopped, taken aback by my actions. Licking myself? God, what was I doing? Slumping, I went back to Kaela, my stomach now turning at the ruined, half eaten corpse of the old wolf. Kaela was sleeping outside the tree, a curled ball of grey fur. Smiling I ignored the corpse, insteading moving to curl around my little girl, nudging her to my breast and sleeping. It probably wasn't a good idea to sleep in the open but I didn't have the heart to move Kaela. It was then, as I laid with her, that I felt the pain in my left shoulder. Wincing I got up, gritting my teeth and moved back to the stream. The wound was clean but...but it was still leaking blood. I had many other wounds, and I was just beginning to feel them all as the adrenaline wore off. I barely made it out of the stream before collapsing. My last thoughts were for Kaela, hoping she'd be okay, wishing I could be there to protect her...
I groaned, my eyes slowly opened but I felt tired, drained. I felt something cold and wet on my left shoulder, and then in a flash, the previous day's event came rushing back, causing me to leap up. There was a surprised yip and I looked down to see Kaela crouched by my, ears and tail down, scared at my sudden outburst. I touched noses with her to reassure her, then looked at my shoulder. It had stopped bleeding, though there was still some dried blood down my arm. I took a few steps and winced, my shoulder was sore, I'd be slow moving today. I made my way back to the corpse of the old wolf. My stomach churned, but at the same time...at the same time it felt good knowing I was strong enough to hunt.

Kaela came up to me then and started take small bites from what was left of the corpse. I watched for a couple minutes, then sighed and set to eating my breakfast. Once I was reasonably filled, though not completely, we had both gorged ourselves, needing the fuel yesterday. After that I headed off, Kaela obediently following at her momma's heels. We needed to move. I was surprised we hadn't been attacked during the night, but our luck couldn't last. Eventually other wolves would come, or some other creatures, carrion eaters and predators attracted by the scent of blood. But I still didn't know where to go, just wandering, it was all I could do. I'd keep glancing back and Kaela, moving strong now with a full belly, making sure she was keeping up, and just to look at her beautiful coat. What an amazing daughter I had birthed, who could believe it! I smiled to myself and promised that no matter what I'd return her to the pack and her father and brothers and sister.
It was late afternoon that me and Kaela came across the lone doe feeding. We were both hot, tired, and at least for me I was sweating. We needed food, and I was practically drooling for the taste of fresh, warm meat when I saw the doe there. But I wasn't so far gone that I just charged her, I knew enough about wild animals to know she would be able smell me. I made Kaela stay where she was and moved around the doe. I felt the subtle difference in the air, the trace breeze, blowing back up to me and grinned, wolfishly baring my teeth, getting fired up for the kill. But I halted, blinking at the violence I felt. What was going through my head? But then I saw the doe and my stomach grumbled in pain for lack of food, and I knew little Kaela would need food. I had to do it, for her at the very least. But the surge of lust for blood and kill frightened me still.

I snapped my teeth, telling myself to shut up. if I didn't hurry the doe would leave, and who knows if we'd come across another chance to feed anytime soon. I tried to move as silently as possible, crouched low in the wild grass. I paused frequently, and took my time, my muscles straining at staying stiff in mid step, crouching low. FInally I was a few feet away, and got ready to attack, to pounce. I waiting till the doe lowered her head to feast upon the grasses and I leaped, hands out to claw at her, mouth open to bite at the haunch of her rear legs. I connected, scratched and dug my nails in. She cried out and took off but I threw my weight against her left rear leg, biting into it hard, struggling to take her down.

Much to my distress she pulled away, my teeth were not meant to hold and as such I tumbled back. But as I rose to attack her again, instead of fleeing she had turned and flayed out her front hooves, surprising me. I barely had enough sense to twist around and I took the kick in my left size, causing me to scream in pain. I went down, but thankfully I don't think anything was broken, though my left arm was excruciating, on fire! I stumbled for my feet and scrambled under the flailing hooves, darting up to rip at the underbelly. Success! I couldn't believe it, but I managed with tooth and nail, to tear open the belly of the doe, her hot blood and entrails falling upon me even as I worked to lay her flat. Soon I toppled the doe, and I felt...wired! Vicious...I don't know, feral! Yes feral! I growled and tore at the soft flesh, my face and part of my body splattered in blood and flesh. It was then that I realized the doe was still struggling with life. I howled, leaping over her weakly kicking legs and ripped out her throat, ending her life. It was the least I could do. After I fed I looked up to see Kaela slowly making her way to me, and part of me thought to defend my kill, but then a little of my sense came back and I stopped, making room for my little girl to dive into the hot flesh.

After we had gorged ourself I moved away with Kaela to a tree, dropping down, my belly bulging with the food I ate. I felt so tired, too tired to stay awake...and as soon as Kaela was curled against my breast I let myself doze off, content in the kill, and in my newly discovered ability to hunt for me and my daughter, if haphazard about it, I could still hunt though.
I woke in the middle of the night, the furry bundle of Kaela tucked to my breast, to the sound of something movie through the clearing, whatever was out there was at the remains of our dinner. I trembled, unsure what was out there, and I wasn't predator enough to probably take anything on. My arm was stiff and pained me, there was no way I could fight something in the pitch black darkness. I could see glowing eyes though, probably three of them.

Finally the moonlight shown down, and I caught the dappled light across the forms of three powerful looking wolves. I immediately curled protectively around Kaela, peeking out, hoping they would leave us alone since there was food to be had. I was very lucky that night, and the three wolves moved off after awhile, having cleaned the corpse of meat. I regretted losing breakfast, but I was confident I could find us something. I swallowed and trembled in the cool night air, realizing my body was slick with sweat, fear that the wolves would find us. That old wolf was enough, but three young powerful males? No way!

The next morning I awoke, a little tired for having been up a good chunk of the night, but I coaxed Kaela on, past the picked clean corpse, and we wandered on. The sun was hot, and I was sweating under the straining of walking through the forest. Man I wish I was built like an actual wolf! But my slower, crouched pace, helped Kaela keep up, so I guess it all worked out. Throughout the day I thought of Black, and our pups, and the pack. I worried about them, about us, about everything. I could hunt now, but we were too weak to make it against a real predator. It was during one of our breaks in what was probably late morning I think, that I found a young, stupid rabbit. I was nearly ready to leap upon him when he smelled me and I leaped, scrabbling with my hands, catching the cotton tail and yanking him back to lunge and grab him in my mouth. I broke the creature's neck, and carried it back to where I had Kaela stay.

Once she had finished off the rabbit we le

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- This is gay fiction. If you don't like reading about gay stuff, stop reading and don't vote. If you're going to downvote or write nasty comments, criticize my grammar and spelling, not subject matter - This is a complete work of fiction. Nothing in this story actually happened and the people are not real. - If you shoot a load while or after reading this, do me a favor and hit the upvote button because it means you probably enjoyed it. Feel free to send me a PM to let me know what you liked During the summer of 2003...


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Alice gets Hitched

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Diaper Fetish

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Mind Controlled Janice Pt. 11c

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Amber's Revenge

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Jen's Life - Chapter Six - Part One

Jen’s Life – Chapter 6 – Part one Various things stick in my mind – and my annual holidays were usually eventful. One year my parents decided to rent a villa in Corfu for 2 weeks, and my Grandpa and uncle were invited to. On the plane I had to sit inbetween my Grandpa and Uncle – and my parents sat on the other side. My Grandpa put my coat over my lap – and quickly pushed my skirt aside, pulling my knickers to one side and pushed a finger straight into me, I gasped out loud as his finger went...


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Going to Far

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