Suddenly Bald was thrown off and the Nelsons jumped back, the stranger had somehow stood up again and Beard took the chance to empty his magazine into him....but it had no effect, in fact the stranger didn't even seem to notice. Ann realised that he looked...bigger? No, not just bigger, his entire body seemed to be shifting before her eyes - as she stared at him she saw a flash of yellow eyes glare back at her. Abruptly, the stranger shot up to eight feet tall and his arms and legs thickened, his fingers lengthened and his toes shot out of his shoes, his chest and shoulders muscled up and his body hunched over. His shoes were torn to shreds as his feet changed shape and the nails of both his hands and feet lengthened and thickened into razor sharp claws. His ears grew back and his face lengthened from his nose to his chin, his teeth seemed to burst out of his mouth as they turned into fangs. Throughout this, his body had sprouted thick black hair all over and made him seem like some sort of unrecognisable animal - but no, as his nose flattened onto his upper lip and his transformation finished Ann did recognise the animal, it was a wolf.
The stranger was a werewolf. Which was impossible, said a voice in Ann's head, because werewolves weren't real. It had no anser to the sight before Ann though.
He threw back his head and howled at the full moon as it hung above him in the sky, the humans around him had watched transfixed till this moment when the reality of their situation presented itself. Ann stood behind her tree and gaped at the werewolf but the others ran - straight towards her! Beard had been closest and the werewolf swiftly blocked his path, swiping at him with a claw; Beards right arm, the one holding his pistol, went flying. Beard screamed in shock, in pain, in horror but the werewolf silenced him as he bit down on his head and pulled it off like a chicken wing.
Bald had made it to the treeline by now, probably hoping that the beast wouldn't be able to get at him - a hope that was dashed instantly as the beast bounded towards the woods on all fours, side-stepped Bald and pivoted so that the fat man's momentum carried him straight into the werewolf's jaws. Bald screamed and tried to place his arms in front of him to push away from the beast, but the beast simply bit down on his arms and used them as a handle to violently shake the fat man around like a toy.
The werewolf dropped him after a bit of this "play", then leaned over him and unlike Beard, bit into Bald's fat stomach and ripped it open. Ann and Bald watched as his insides leaked out onto the ground in front of him, the difference was Bald watched in horror while Ann watched in glee.
She didn't think she was a cruel person, but watching her attackers get torn to shreds was strangely cathartic. She looked around for Zoe and Red, they'd seen what the werewolf had done to Beard and Bald and realised there was no way out here. They simply lay flat on their bellies a few feet from the treeline and played dead, hoping the beast wouldn't notice them, but he did.
The werewolf casually stalked over to the siblings and pressed down on Red's back with its foot, Red must have been in excruciating pain but he didn't scream - at least not until his torso was crushed with a sickening crunch and he started to vomit up his own guts.
Zoe lay still on the grass, whimpering, as she pissed herself. She felt helpless as she watched her brother die slowly and painfully, choking on his own intestines. The werewolf casually flipped her on her back with his foot and Zoe had a clear view of the monster that had torn through her group like tissue paper.
"It's not fair!" she thought, as a mix of gore and saliva dripped down onto her from his jaws. Self-absorbed as she was, she failed to note the irony.
He growled at her and dragged his claws over her clothes, tearing through them and leaving shallow but long cuts along her body. The pain finally made Zoe burst into tears, she blubbered and sobbed and heaved as her inescapable fate finally set in. She was going to die here, just like her brother and those two couriers. The monster got on all fours over her, her head barely reaching his stomach; he'd killed the others slowly and painfully, she had no idea how he was planning to end her when she looked down at a horrifying sight.
A bright red worm shot out of the monster's groin, lengthening and thickening till it was a foot long fleshy sabre. Zoe realised what was going to happen to her now much as Ann had, but no one was going to save Zoe.
Ann fingered her pussy breathlessly, all thought of escape gone from her mind as she watched the beast probe for Zoe's pussy with his cock. Zoe tried to twist this way and that to delay her inevitable violation but froze when the beast growled and his monstrous girth soon entered her. Zoe arched her back in agony, her hands clawed at the earth underneath her and her body spasmed as the beast relentlessly filled her up, unmindful of her pain. His cock was hot iron inside Zoe, she had taken a lot of cocks, for business and pleasure, but she had never taken anything like this ever before.
The werewolf began to hammer his cock into Zoe with a ferociousness impossible for a human, his cock crossed her vagina and pushed into her uterus, destroying it in the process. Zoe felt her insides tear and bleed only for the blood to collect, the beast's cock preventing its exit. Her body was pounded into the earth by each hammer thrust and her back was a carpet of blood, mud and stones, she felt a sickening crack as her pelvis broke and her lower spine was destroyed; Zoe barely registered the loss of feeling below her waist, she had no more tears to cry.
Ann watched Zoe suffer with a mix of rage, glee, arousal and, bizarrely, jealousy. She had lost count of her orgasms, her finger had long ago yielded to her fist. She was sure the beast could smell the puddle of her discharge, even if he somehow couldn't hear her moaning, but she didn't care any more. As she watched the beast ram in and out of Zoe, Ann wished he would take her with the same ferocity. The beast let out a series of yips as he reached his climax and pinned Zoe to the ground as his balls released a torrent of cum into the ruins of her pussy. The werewolf stood upright and looked towards Ann, who was powerless to hide in her self-pleasure.
The beast casually walked towards Ann, meeting her gaze head-on, its eyes glowing in the dark, but not growling or snarling, Zoe was dragged along behind him like a second tail; the beast's cock had completely plugged her up. Ann should have screamed, should have run - the voice in the back of her mind told her that she was going to die, but she honestly didn't care. The beast bent down and sniffed her even as her fingers desperately chased a high they could not reach. The beast flicked out its tongue, tasting her pussy and smacking her hand away from her cunt in one casual motion. He growled in satisfaction and began to lap at Ann's pussy, each rough lick bringing forth a torrent of salty nectar. Ann lay back and presented her cunt to the werewolf, her mind too mad with lust to care about the hot gore dripping from the monster's jaws onto her clit. She orgasmed once more, this time squirting and spraying the werewolf with her juices, he seemed to snigger (if wolves could snigger) and began to turn away.
"No! Don't leave!" cried Ann.
Ann's pussy quivered, it demanded more, she knew she had to fuck the beast, to mate with him, to become his bitch. She got on her hands and knees and crawled towards the beast, who stood silently and watched her, Zoe still hanging off his cock. Ann grabbed Zoe's arms and heaved, putting all of her farm strength into it; after a few heavy tugs, she finally got Zoe off the beast's cock. It was a grisly sight, the length that had been buried inside Zoe was covered in her juices and blood and the beast's cum.
Zoe's body had not hit the ground before Ann started to lick the werewolf's cock clean, while he watched, mesmerised. The taste of iron from Zoe's blood and the tang of the beast's cum tasted sweet as honey to her. The beast groaned, his call sounding through the black night, and lifted Ann up to face him. She hung in the air, supported only by the beast's claw-tipped hands which had somehow not cut her to ribbons, and looked with expectation at the beast's maw.
The werewolf licked her face and she stuck her tongue out, eager to communicate with him in the same way. He hugged her close, his fur felt soft and warm to Ann in the cold night, and pushed his tongue into her mouth. Ann understood what was expected of her and clamped down on it with her lips; she sucked his tongue like a lollipop while he explored her mouth. She could taste her own cunt on him as well as the blood from the Nelsons and their associates, instead of disgust she felt a sort of primal power in consuming the blood of her attackers.
After he was satisfied with this foreplay, the beast laid her on her back and entered her pussy, which was gushing and more than ready for him. Unlike the brutal penetration Zoe had suffered, the beast entered Ann carefully and tenderly, in fact he seemed almost afraid to break her; which, the part of Ann's mind that hadn't gone mad told her, was completely probable. Despite this and her own wetness, Ann felt every inch of him as he stretched her pussy to its limit. Her fingers dug into the ground as she grit her teeth and accepted the cock which would take her virginity, she was so tensed that she barely registered her hymen breaking.
Finally, her cunt had been filled up, although only a third of his length was inside her, and the beast began to pound her, triggering yet another orgasm. But with nowhere to go, her juices remained in her cunt and began to be pushed around the werewolf's cock, lubricating it even further. The beast loomed over her and lavished attention on her body with his tongue, soon covering her in his drool. Ann moaned with need - her desire was teased but not satisfied. She lifted her legs and locked them behind the beast's back. Using the new leverage and the lube she had secreted, she began to move herself on the cock which seemed to have filled her whole body up.
The werewolf was taken by surprise but soon matched her pace and settled into an easy rhythm, Ann could hardly believe she had been a virgin till a few minutes ago. She was sure she would have sneered if she saw another girl chase a cock with such depravity, but now she simply lay back and enjoyed the werewolf's energetic thrusts. Sensing that Ann had let up in her efforts to mate, the beast slowed his actions to a crawl only for Ann to desperately speed up her own fucking in search of the high she had enjoyed just now.
