It is a cool, dark night. The frogs are chirping. The air smells of the distant ocean and pine. She is walking home from work through the woods on a familiar path she has taken a hundred times. An owl hoots in the distance. Coyotes yip too far away to even bother worrying. She is completely at ease, letting the noises and smells lull her in a deep dreamy state as she puts her body on auto-pilot. A cool wind blows and she tucks in her jacket. She was sure it was only supposed to get warmer tonight. That's what the weather station had said, anyways. She shrugs off the sudden chill and continues on her path. A twig breaks to her right. And another.
She remembers the yipping coyotes and wonders if she ought to have worried sooner when she was closer to the city limits. She still had a good mile to walk. Twigs keep snapping as if whatever she heard was keeping pace with her in the woods. This was not good. She knew this tactic - she is being hunted. Stalked. She will soon become something's prey. She is tempted to take out her phone and call her husband, but she knew the light of the phone would only attract more predators. Besides, he would never stop scoffing over the fearless hunter woman, being scared by a playful squirrel in the woods. It would become the joke for the rest of their lives. She dreaded the thought. Another twig breaks. The urge to run is almost unbearable but she holds her ground. She knows running will only trigger hunt mode. Instead she works on breathing and continuing on. Half a mile until she is home. The twigs seemed to have stopped breaking. Her nerves calm down and she gives herself a pat on the back. The wind shifts and the clouds open up to a full moon. Her path is lit up. She feels closer to home as she sees the lights in the distance. A sigh of relief escapes her lips. She is almost home. As if right next to her ear, a deafening howl sounded through the night. She looked to her right, the direction of the terrifying sound. She made eye contact with the glowing green eyes of the wolf. She could not help her instincts this time - she ran. She heard the growl behind her.
She heard its running feet. She heard it leap. She ducked and turned, poising herself for a fight. She faced her stalker. The moon lit up the wolf's face and body in a most terrifying way. He was huge! His head was up to her chest, his body sleek and smooth. His teeth were bared. His growl was deafening. The glowing green eyes did nothing to help the terror welling up inside her, either. Still, she was a fearless hunter! She would fight. Predator and prey circled each other. She bared her teeth and growled at him. When he leaped at her, she grabbed his throat and pushed him away but he came back quicker than she could anticipate. She ducked to avoid another blow and barely escaped - he nicked her shoulder and ripped open her shirt. They circled each other again. The adrenaline, her bare skin and the cool air must be doing something to her mind because she felt a powerful surge of lust. She felt powerful and cocky. She felt sexual. The wolf lunged again as the clouds shifted in the sky. She threw him to the ground and heard the sickening sounds of bones snapping. She thought she'd won. The moon no longer lit up the fight, but she definitely only threw him down once. Bones kept snapping and cracking, the wolf howling and grunting in pain. She was too transfixed by the transformation to do the smart thing and run home. Within a few seconds, this terrifying wolf turned into a more terrifying half man. He got up on two legs, panting from the transformation. He smiled at her. Before she even realized what was happening, he lunged for her and pinned her to the ground.
He bit into her neck and she fought against him. Pain pierced through her body. She felt her pants rip away from her body. She screamed, punching the wolf and trying to push the beast off of her. She thought she had succeeded when he let her go and she started running away. He lunged onto her back, pushing her down and biting her shoulder again. The pain was intense but almost immediately forgotten, marred in comparison to the girth that entered her loins as the wolf mounted her. The wolf-man thrust into her. His girth matched the wolf's massive size. He was too big for her but she was too weak in comparison to this strong beast. His power was overwhelming. He took her by force but she felt compelled to obey. She relaxed her body and let him fill her willingly, letting the pleasure overwhelm her body. He kept his bite on her shoulder as he fucked her. He growled in her ear.
He stretched her so completely she could feel the veins of his dick grind the walls of her pussy even as he fucked her harder. Every thrust sent her higher into bliss. She climaxed on him, releasing against him. She climaxed again and again, every one of her climaxes causing the wolf-man to bite into her harder. Fuck her harder. The clouds shifted. The moon shined down on them. His body went rigid as he began his transformation. She felt his body shift against her. His girth grows inside her. His full power was released on her pussy, every muscle tense as he thrust into her and she screamed from her entire body convulsing in pleasure. Blood dripped down her chest as the wolf's teeth tore into her shoulder. She felt the wolf's seed explode inside her. The seed was hot and heavy in her loins as the wolf dismounted. She lay panting on the ground as the wolf howled and scuttled away.
Half a shirt on and naked from the waist down, she crawled the rest of the way home. She was dizzy with pain. She felt like hot liquid was put in an IV and stuck in the wound on her shoulder, coursing through the rest of her body. She was in the front yard of her house when she blacked out from the pain. The last thing she saw was her husband running to her side The next month was a blur. She remembered lots of beeping sounds. She remembered IVs, nurses and doctors prodding her. She remembered her husband's hand on her cheek, his lips on her forehead, his head on my stomach and his snoring as he slept in the same room with her for weeks. She remembers being in and out of consciousness, her scent and hearing increasing. She remembers hearing the flap of a butterfly's wings outside the window. She remembers the smell of boiling water in the cafeteria, half a hospital away. She remembers the overwhelming smell of blood, infection, medicines and sickness that permeated the well bleached halls of the hospital. She remembers screaming, crying, doctors laughing and nurses joking about patients. She remembers her husband's stench as he refused to leave her side even for a second. She awoke fully to this smell, the first words to her husband was he needed a shower BAD! He laughed and cried, called the nurses and kissed her passionately. After many tests, medications, forms and more prodding from doctors, I was released the very next day. I was seemingly good as new. The scar on my shoulder was healing, my husband explained about my rape and how worried he'd been and how it had been almost an entire month since the whole thing happened. 28 days had gone by.
The full moon She sat in the living room arm chair reading thoughtfully while her husband fussed around her like a mother hen. She smiled up at him, her once piercing blue eyes now emerald green. The doctors had explained that sudden shocks could cause drastic changes in appearance. She shooed him away and turned the page in her book slowly. The wind rustled in the bushes outside the open window. She could hear an owl flapping above the house. Her husband's heart beat frantic and worried. She looked out the window across the grassland that led to the wood. The greenery was bathed in the orange glow of the dying evening sun. A scent on the wind snapped her neck around to face the edge of the wood; a large black shadow was visible on the outskirts of the trees. She could smell the big male wolf's scent on the wind; his musky smell put her in mind of lion's cages at the zoo, sweaty and powerful. Her mind wandered back to the night he had claimed her, his massive member had torn into her and bought her pleasure beyond her wildest dreams. She could feel her pussy moistening at the very thought, guilty she looked over at her husband who fucked her like an animal whenever he could. As hard and as powerful as he took her, it was nothing compared to the raw predatory assault she had endured. Damn! Her pussy was practically soaked now, she was glad she was downwind from the wolf or he would surely race over at her sultry feminine odor and claim her again, husband be damned. No! How could she even think that! She loved her man with all her soul and he had always sated her before. The sun was low now, only half of it was visible on the horizon. The moon would be shining brightly on the other side of the house. Her panties were soaked through. She looked over longingly at the wolf. She couldn't see him anymore but she could still smell him on the breeze. She could tell her husband she needed a walk in the cool evening breeze? No! Being raped was one thing, but offering herself up was quite another. Her body shuddered slightly at the thought, though; the wolf's massive form on hers, his powerful giant cock pounding into her, his warm fertile seed buried deep in her womb. "Mmm," she sighed and closed her eyes at the thought. His thick creamy cum had filled her and spilt out of her pussy and mixed with her own juices.
She had been curious, licking it from her fingers as she crawled home. It had tasted sublime! A long deep howl began from the woods. It echoed out across the grassland and vibrated through her body. Yes, he was calling to her, calling for her body, yearning to satisfy her every craven lustful desire. Itching to bury himself inside of her once again and possess her body as only he could. She bit her lip.
