The breeze felt cool on my skin, something I normally welcomed but that now interfered with my attempts at building a fire. I had grown quite accustomed to disappearing into the woods for most of my weekends despite my parent's griping over it. I didn't want to stay at my house where my mother used my paychecks to pay for her sheets and the odds and ends she constantly shopped for. No.
I had a three day weekend for myself and I was going to take full advantage of it. With the loss of my dog and camping companion, I was even more spurred to leave for awhile.
Still, the impending storm actually had me comtemplating going home but I stopped myself, thinking, 'If you can't camp during a storm, what use are you?' I nodded to myself, my decision finalized as I gathered up my supplies and headed deeper into the cave I had found for the night. It was a rather shallow cave, one that I could go to the back and still see the opening but I was glad for it as it was sloped slightly uphill and would prevent the coming rain from dripping in. I dodged out for a few moments, gathering up enough small bits of wood, dead undergrowth, and twigs to keep a fire going for the rest of the night at least.
Once back in, I started to unpack, taking my time so I would be as comfortable as possible. I rolled out two sleeping bags, placing one over the other and unzipping the top one for use. I pulled out my pillow, two extra blankets, some candles, and was able to find my matches just under those. I had canned goods and a fork, and, beneath all that, a hunting knife I would retrieve before I went to bed. It was quick work, getting the fire to light and then feeding it until it was just right. I gave a sigh, lighting a few candles and setting them up around me as I pulled out a book. It was a paranormal romance series my best friend had gotten me into and I grinned, seeing the dog-earred page I was left on. The BDSM incubus was just about to seduce a female werewolf into his bed or, quite possibly, into some chains.
I sat down on my "bed", leaning my back against the wall of the cave and feeling myself relax. I know, I know, what kind of teenager finds relaxation sitting in a cave by herself reading a romance book? Well, that's me. I'm not your average girl by any means. I'm short and stocky, not the pretty little things you so often hear described in these stories. I have red/brown hair I keep cut short to avoid having it snagged on branches or caught in the mouth of a dog when I romp or wrestle with them. I have dark blue eyes and pale skin despite the time I spend outside. I really don't like it because no matter how much I tan, I can't keep it for more than a few days.
I'm chubby too, despite my ventures, sporting a DD36-32-44 figure; wide hips and a bubble butt that doesn't belong to a white girl. So no, I'm not going to sit in a bedroom or go to the mall to find my "happy place". I go to the woods.
Which had never been a problem for me before. Until that night.
I sat in my cave, starting to get sleepy but fighting it off, wanting to finish one more chapter..and then...maybe just another. I didn't notice my head starting to dip forward into my ample cleavage but I did notice when I landed against them. I took in a sharp breath and huffed at myself before getting ready to go to sleep. As usual, the only clothing I removed were my boots and my bra before climbing into my sleeping bag. There was no point in sleeping with those on but the rest of my clothing would help keep me warm should my fire happen to go out. I wiggled in until I was comfortable, giving a happy sigh and pulling the flap over me and then arranging another blanket over myself, just because I like to feel cuddled while I sleep. It was some time later when I awoke to the slightly familiar sound of an animal snuffling at the front of the cave. My sleep-fogged mind perceived as my deceased companion and I crooned softly to him, "Momo? Its ok boy, come 'ere.." I yawned, slowly sitting up and the snuffling turned into a low growl.
I was shocked and immediately aware. I realized that I had forgotten my knife in my bag and any sudden movements could cause an attack. I gulped some, trying to look past the calm fire to see what was in the cave with me. I didn't get the chance to see anything because whatever it was came flying at me. I instantly went limp, letting out a little grunt when I was grabbed by the throat and, shockingly, the waist. The teeth at my throat didn't snap closed immediately though, another shock to me and my blood hurdled through my veins, pounding in my ears as I fought to remain calm. I've been in dog fights before, real ones where they tear at skin and try to kill so, I think, that experience was the only thing that kept me alive.
The creature was a great hulking beast, one that curled over me, paws, or, more accuratly, paw-like hands on my waist to hold me up. It let go of my throat when I didn't struggle and lifted me clean off my feet, raising me higher and higher so it could look at me, I guess. I smelled it before I saw it, the smell of wet dog isn't all that unpleasant to me but it filled my nostrils, mixing with a heady musky scent that had me swallowing hard. I trembled in huge hands, amazed it could lift me. I looked down at it finally and I immediately recognized what it was that was examining me.
He-as it was obvious from my first look over him-examined me with a keenly intelligent gaze, tilting his head this way and that to look me over. He was huge, standing easily eight feet tall with thick dark fur covering him from head to toe. His head was massive, the snout long and straight, ending with a large, wet, black nose and lips that were curling lightly, showing the tips of two ivory fangs on either side of his maw. Deep gold eyes were settled under heavy brows and his ears were completely erect, standing on his head at full attention and one seemed to have had a piece bitten out of it. A mane of thicker fur came from the back of his head and circled his neck to flow down his chest, turning darker as it narrowed into a small trail leading down his hard-plated belly to another thicker patch of fur covering his groin although the animal-like sheath was present.
His legs were long and strong, the legs seeming human until the ankle joint at which point it turned back and led into huge paws tipped with dangerous looking claws. The only other thing that readily caught my attention was the big fluffy tail behind him and in the irrational and slightly crazy part of my mind, I heard a girlish squeal. He narrowed his eyes but I was frozen still, my mind working to try and comprehend what I was seeing. It was obvious that this was a werewolf holding me in the air, his hands having moved to hold me under the arms at some point. I gulped, feeling like I had lost my mind but he saw the movement and, I suppose, he saw it as a sign of submission. He lowered me some and then dropped me on the floor of the cave. He lowered himself to all four limbs, walking over to my bed and sniffing at it.
He tossed it around a little until it resembled more of a nest than a bed and then walked toward the front of the cave. I started to move but he must have seen it because he growled at me. I went still and he trotted to the front of the cave as the storm raged on. He lifted his hind leg, pissing at the entrance and clearly marking his territory before he trotted back and then plopped down on the sleeping bags and blankets in front of the fire. I stayed in the corner of the cave, starting to shiver and knowing I needed to get near that fire again, huge viscous creature or not. I gulped, my pulse still roaring in my ears as I slowly got up and took a step. His head snapped up and around, fixing molten gold eyes on me and he let out a louder snarl, baring all those viscous teeth at me. I immediately plopped back down, my legs folding under me and I lowered my head. Time among canines was apparently serving me well because he huffed at me and laid his head back down.
It was obvious to me that he was more animal than anything, regardless of the ridiculous stories that come up sometimes. Romance novels didn't cover this and I had to rely on my personal knowledge to keep calm...and alive.
I lowered my head, hanging it between my shoulders and whimpered lightly and his ear flicked toward me. He narrowed his eyes suspiciously, taking in my submissive posture. He snorted and stood on all four limbs once more and as he did, I immediately laid down, folding my legs and arms under me. He stalked over to me, sniffing at me and then finding my back end. He sniffed more and his ears jerked forward, obviously smelling that I was female and that my period had ended less than three days ago. I gulped some, stealing a glance at him and his expression, from what I could tell, was one of confusion. I hesitated but then let out another whimper and his gaze instantly turned and focused on my face. I took slow deep breaths, trying to keep my body under control. He grunted some and trotted back to the bed.
His expression was schooled as I slowly started to shimmy towards the fire on my elbows and knees. I gulped a little when he lifted his head but he only watched my progress and I finally made it to a rock-free area next to the fire, finding myself laying near his back legs. He shifted, using a hand to push himself towards me and sniff at me. I couldn't help the tingles that swept up me as his cold nose pressed and then tickled down my neck and the space between my shoulder blades. He snorted some, clearly finding the smell of my detergent offensive. His cold nose found the place where my shirt rode up and my jeans slipped down, pressing it against the small of my back. I held back a yelp, jerking some and he seemed to frown at me.
