A Beastly Getaway

Exploration and getaways are some of the pass times that humanity enjoys occasional indulging in. One of the characters which found herself drawn to such an experience was Lisa Lupash. What was the vacation which she had been drawn to? It was one which had been bought cheaply by her, a frugal little hike not to far from where she lived. A tenting expedition in the mountainous hillside, not far from civilization at all. Little did she know just how basally her life would change during this so seemingly ordinary camping trip and just how far from civilized her life would become.

The sun was just about an hour from the horizon, when Lisa got into the little town that marked the last dot of civilization on the map. The beyond was still mapped, nothing was new on this earth after all, but it was still the last stop before human interference in the environment became undetectable. Her nights would be spent in that untamed place, where only rangers would come to her rescue if she needed it. It all built up to her excitement, even though this place was well known at this point, she still felt a tinge of romanticism at getting to explore something that was new to her at least.

"Welcome... Ayyyy!!!" Was the thunderous words that came from inside the small town's little inn. The people living here seemed to be in a partying type of mood. Something which was promptly noted by Lisa, shouts and yelling seemed so normal and came out so confidently from these people. All of them happily gathered to drink in a way that had been lost to the city dwellers, including Miss Lupash.

"Give me the potatoes and sausage with an ale, I won't be staying long." Lisa asked of the clerk, an older woman that was in possession of a keen memory, one capable of keeping the tabs of the entire village. She looked at Lisa in a friendly, but also questioning manner "I'm heading out into the forest tonight"

All at once, when those last words left Lisa's mouth, the cheerful yells around the tables turned into a deafening silence. The people who were celebrating at the mere fact of being alive, all suddenly became very cautious, almost as if they were scared for this strange woman who had entered their little town without prior notice. A few of the more assertive types looked her up and down, their eyes wide and fearful.

"Would you care to repeat that, young lady" One of the men asked, a white beard covered most of his rotund face, which sat underneath a thinning scalp. The white's of his eyes were visible both above and below his pupils.

"Why yes, I'm going out into the woods tonight. It's where I plan to decompress from all my modern worries. It's where I hope to become closer to nature, as my ancestors were" Lisa answered the strange question. When she did, the heavy man with little to no hair left on his head, managed to lift his eyebrows to the middle of his forehead.

"I must advice against that, I say, can't you see there's a full moon tonight?" The man asked, almost rhetorically it seemed, but still with a face full of fright.

"I'm quite aware, but I beg your pardon, what will that do? Other than potentially light the path before me?" Lisa asked back at the strange and fearful man.

"Lady, in the full moon-light, that's where the creature of the night come out. The wolf that stalks its prey. The werewolf." The man kept his eyes as open as they could be. His serious, almost melodramatic, demeanor being the only thing that kept Lisa from laughing and instead made her concerned. Her heels suddenly carrying her towards the door.

"Why, I'll keep that in mind!" Lisa answered as she moved slowly towards the door. She was almost as scared of the frightened man as he was of werewolves. "I think I understood you, I'll stay far away from any werewolves I come across"

Those last words left Lisa's mouth at almost the same time as she found her feet out of the door. She barely thought after that and walked quickly towards the edge of town. Dead set on leaving these strange and crazy people, who lived far from civilization, behind her. Little had she managed to walk however, before someone tried to stop her.

"Please wait, don't leave us just yet!" Came a hoarse cry from behind miss Lupash. It was an old woman, one who had sat silently close to a wall at the inn where Lisa had entered. She looked concernedly at the tourist who was leaving town and ran faster than most old ladies towards Lisa "Sorry, I know that we might seem a little bit crazy, but if you absolutely must leave tonight. Then wear this!"

"Thanks..." Lisa answered as she receive the little bundle that the old lady handed her. It seemed like nothing more than a string with some wilted flowers strung around it. Lisa thought little of it, but if it would keep this woman's mind at ease, then she thought she could wear it around her neck.

Around Lisa's neck was where it hung then. It had was hung there as she stood right outside of town, right when the full moon climbed up behind her. It hung around the young woman's neck, where the old lady was sure that it would protect the little miss. Yet, the future held other plans for her.

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Lisa wandered and went through the woods, the vacation proceeding just as one could have imagined it. The exploration of a, to Lisa, unknown location, exciting and new, or perhaps, as she kept seeing the same old hanging trees around the same old gloomy undergrowth, depressing and cold. What the little singular wanderer thought consciously was very much in the former camp, but underlying it all hung the feeling that it was time wasted in a depressing solitude.

That first evening out, she had wandered far, despite the darkness that hung itself over the forest like a heavy blanket. Her legs only stopped once they had started to shake under the weight of her giant backpack. The camp that she set up for herself didn't take long at all, that was the wonders of modern technology, warm and waterproof clothes that were somehow lightweight, delicious nutritious food that didn't take much preparation at all and tents that almost popped right up on their own when set down. It all culminated in a hike that felt more like a chore than an adventure, the setbacks and hardships of the wilderness naught of an issue at all.

It was with the tent set up, canned food in her belly and a bottle of beer opened, that Lisa looked out into the wilderness which she had just begun her explorations of. Her pants were taken off in preparation for her crawling into her sleeping bag, revealing her firm, but femininely round, naked legs. She trailed her fingers across the necklace the old lady had given her as she looked up towards the bright full moon.

Everything felt dismal and dull for the vacationing wanderer, was all the world really as predictable and slow as her apartment, her commute and her cubicle? This getaway seemed more and more interchangeable with her regular life by the second. Lisa did eventually find solace however, when she felt her fingers touch the necklace she had been given, the thought of meeting a werewolf, a beast never before seen, filled her with an almost indescribable sense of excitement.

Lisa's mind gripped a firm hold on those imaginative thoughts of meeting with a beastly creature of the night out in these woods, where she was completely defenseless and vulnerable to anything that nature might throw at her. She gripped the flowery string around her neck with both hands and took the supposed wolfman-repellent off, throwing it into her tent, all for a little bit of excitement. What she had yet to notice however, were those two large yellow eyes that spied her just outside of her camp.

Thoughtlessly, aside from the few thoughts that were either conjured or revealed by the alcohol Lisa had drunk, she stood up and wandered just a few feet from her tent. Her legs reflecting the pale moonlight out into the unknowable woods, the only barrier between her intimate area and the world being her unflattering, bikini cut, cotton underpants that made ample contact with the cool night air.

The winds crawled quietly across the forest floor, as the exploring woman's hands started traveling down from her ample breasts to her smooth legs, all the while her hips slowly moved in circles, accentuating their shape. Her shoulders moved down and her ass pushed itself out, this occurring sensually as her heels traveled away from each other, spreading her legs slightly before she tried to show her ass off to whatever could be watching her.

Lisa didn't think that anything was watching her at all, she thought that her current behavior was known to her and her alone. It was simply something she did because it she simply could. It was, in its own way, something exciting in her oh-so monotonous life. To move so sensually while imagining herself on exhibition for something foreign and alien.

Her movements continued, her ass shaking from side to side, trying to invite someone while she stood herself up slowly, moving her hand across the front of her torso. First upwards with rest of her body. When she had come to her full height once more, her hand moved similarly downwards, until her hand rested on her crotch, fingers splayed. Her fingers soon hooked into the waistband of her panties and her other hand soon joined on the other side, giving off the impression that she was ready to rip her cotton underwear off. All while she bit her lips and slowly humped out into the air.

Suddenly, without any sign or warning, the brush moved just outside of camp. There was a rustle and a sound of twigs breaking under large paws. The sound almost escaped the dancing girl's notice, but nevertheless, it did manage to make her turn her head in the direction of its origin. Lisa's shock was palpable and she almost froze before her legs made a move to run. Because what she saw in the moonlit greenery, was the head of a large wolf resting atop a quadruped body.

The gray mass of fur flung itself towards the solitary woman. Although she did make an attempt to run, the wolf-like creature was soon on top of her. Her hands rapidly found themselves moving towards the ground. Her palms made a heavy impact against the elastic forest floor, the skin feeling the multitude of needles strewn across the soil.

It wasn't long before her shirt had been torn to shreds, Lisa tried in vain to move away, unsure of what was even going on. Her resistant behavior landed her head in the beasts jaws. The giant maw made soft contact with Lisa's face, the sharp teeth undoubtedly able to puncture skin if she decided to move even slightly. It all made sure for the giant wolf-like being that the woman kept still as the rest of her shirt was removed from her body.

The creature that had attacked, from the dark of the night among the silence beneath the forest canopy, was large, almost four times Lisa's size. Its limbs were thin, but muscular underneath the coarse fur and all four of its paws were sitting underneath what looked like backwards pointing knees. One of the back paws pressed itself into the woman's lower back, pressing her body further down into the ground, before violently kicking backwards, forming a red streak along her right buttock and thigh. The movement ripped her panties off and revealed her pussy, just waiting for the beast's use.

Lisa breathed heavily as the giant jaw let go of her head, she was too afraid to move as the head moved in front of her, putting her entire body in a giant shadow underneath the monster. It wasn't until she felt the tip of the creature's giant, red, phallus make contact with her lower opening that she realized what was going on, but by then it was already too late, as the cock started to penetrate her completely.

The cock pressed the vaginal canal apart, making volume for its giant size. The tip, cone-shaped; yet rounded at the very front, made way until Lisa felt as if it had lodged itself right behind her bellybutton. Even as the penis made its way inside of her, she still tried to move away, but the beast just moved further forward, until Lisa felt as if her labia were being pulled apart even further.

The werewolf had pushed its cock as far into Lisa as it could go and had expanded something bulbous at the base of its shaft. Two spherical structures expanded just inside of Lisa until she was locked in place. She didn't know it, but from this point on, only the beast could decide whether or not his cock was going to stay inside. Lisa was knotted.

The massive wolf form stood up, stretching its hindlegs, making it clear to Lisa just how big this beast was, as her hips followed the beast even as she tried to push it away from her with her thighs. The knotted cock however stayed inside of her, pulling her backwards along the ground. Her torso sheared against the prickly floor, pulling her bra, the only thing that connected the situation to civility in this moment, above her head, leaving her completely naked.

Lisa could feel her nipples being dragged across the sharp pine needles that were strewn on the forest floor. The underbrush and rocks on the ground pressed into her torso as she scrambled to push herself up on her arms, yet failing completely. The werewolf moved her entire body as it humped and pushed her into the forest floor.

Lisa tried to move her arms and legs in an attempt to separate herself from her animalistic assailant, but as much as she tried to deny the beast, there was one thing which she couldn't deny. Pleasure emanated from where the beast so brutally penetrated her and, in spite of her wishes, her body turned against her as her mind was assaulted by orgasm after orgasm.

Each attempt to move one of her limbs made her body move another, all in a softer manner than she intended. Lisa would try to press against the monster with her thigh, only for her arm to move in a slow circular path across the forest floor. In truth, the beast pushing and pulling her cunt with its knot, eventually making smaller more rapid movements more reminiscent of a vibrator. A vibrator positioned in just the right spot to reverberate through her entire body, up her spine and right into her skull. It all made her body submit even without the consent of her mind.

As time went on, it became harder and harder for Lisa to focus on anything else but her breathing, lest it become shallow and jagged. She needed to tell her lungs to make her breathing deep, the alternative being to pass out from a lack of air. This continued on until she felt something else, something at the very tip of the beasts cock, a liquid being emptied into her, filling her up far more than she had ever been filled.

Not long after that, the beast was gone. Lisa looked around her, she was still nude under the pale moonlight, shining onto her from above. She found the torn fabric which the beast had ripped from her body, but decided to leave it to the forest, she had no use of ruined clothes. She looked down to where the beast had penetrated, only to discover a little gift the creature had left her.

The white liquid the beast had ejaculated into her hadn't dripped out of her, instead the semen had hardened and formed a plug, keeping most of the ejaculate inside of her. Lisa tugged on the white plug as she lied on the forest floor, it didn't move in the slightest, it was as if it had adhered to her vaginal walls. The only thing that happened when she tugged on it was the sensation of being fucked once more, as the cock made from hardened semen kept pressing into her most sensitive spot. Just like the beast had.

Defeated by the situation, Lisa looked up towards her tent. It stood unyieldingly against the elements, as if nothing had happened at all. She moved slowly towards it, deciding to simply fall asleep and head back towards civilization in the morning. After all, there was nothing she could do in this moment, besides rest up for her return to her regular life.

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It was with great difficulty that the woman who had been aggressed against returned to being Lisa Lupash. In fact, it never quite happened. The first issue didn't take long to materialize itself for her, as once she returned to the concrete jungle where she normally lived, worked, ate and slept, she found that the plug that had been left inside of her vagina had a certain tendency to always stimulate her in ways you don't want to be stimulated in public. The only way to stop herself from being stimulated in this manner, was to make a conscious effort to keep the hard mass of wolfman seed still still inside of her.

The little fact concerning the coagulated clog of white semen, which had been left inside of the fertile victim during her little get away, turned the rest of her time away from work into something quite different than she had imagined before. There wasn't a single, free, waking moment she had which she didn't spend furiously humping her pillow, moving the white plug inside of her in ways too pleasurable to describe. It was as if the beast was still fucking her long after they'd parted ways.

When a little bit of time had passed however, around two months, the plug had managed to melt. Leaving Lisa once more free from having a cock constantly pressing into her, but this wasn't before she had started to notice her belly slowly start to expand, as if something was growing inside of her. It wasn't long before she tried to seek medical attention for this, but every attempt to see what was going on inside of her womb was met with something supernatural destroying whatever hospital equipment was used for these purposes. For this reason, she never got any chance to terminate whatever was inside of her.

So it was, that nine months after the woman's return to being Lisa Lupash, she once more stepped away from this role. She had kept the amulet that the old woman had given her, thinking of it as a souvenir, but it was soon thrown out, as she started to find its smell horribly repugnant and it was due to this exact smell that she avoided the little town that she had stopped over in previously. She did however return to those woods where she had been filled to the brim just a few months before.

There, under the full moonlight, with a belly rounded by pregnancy and as naked as she could be, Lisa screamed at the sky as she pushed out creature after creature. Each of them running away into the forest on steady legs as soon as they were born.

When this little action from the woman formerly known as Lisa Lupash was over, she started to indulge in something quite different. Down on all fours, she bent her spine upwards and howled with full lungs at the moon. She felt a longing, a need in her loins, she needed a filling once more. She knew what she was and what she had become, she was a bitch, a bitch in heat, and she wanted to be given another litter.