Nathan pulled the heavy load on his back a little higher, and slogged up the hill before him with a determined groan!
"I'll make ten miles today if I have to crawl!" he growled, wading through a stand of young pines, springy branches brushing some of the heavy snow from his jacket. Putting one burning leg in front of the other, the hiker made steady progress towards the pine-spiked summit, before something grabbed his boot and dragged him down. Pwuff. Nathan spread his arms and legs, making an involuntary snow-angel as he tried to hoist himself free. A gasping breath or two, and he began laughing, rolling over onto his back. Resting his aching body, Nate gazed up past the maze of gently swaying branches at the electric blue sky.
"It's your fault, you know," he matter-of-factly informed the sky. "You just looked too damn good to avoid, all cloudless and deep..." He raised an arm, and wagged a mittened-finger, snickering. When he felt capable of verticality once again, Nate levered himself out of the man-shaped crater in the snow and struggled up the last few feet. He'd just lifted his eyes from his footing when he spotted it...straight ahead, perhaps twenty feet away. Soft gray coat, piercing yellow eyes, tensed frame and trained ears.
"Oh my god..." Nathan breathed, slowly tugging off one mitten to free his moist red hand. Reaching behind him, he burrowed into the sidepocket of his backpack, feeling for his camera. But with a flirt of its tail, the wolf vanished, darting down an ill-defined corridor of red pines. Nathan's fingers closed on the camera, and he followed the fleeing tail amongst the textured pillars of the trees.
"Ranger never mentioned wolves, did she? I thought they'd been driven out, one and all." Mumbling to himself, Nathan watched the faint trail like a hawk as he shuffled along, making as little noise as he could manage. Surprisingly, he crested a low hill to see the wolf staring right back up at him, still about twenty feet ahead. Excited, he raised his camera, and got a stunningly beautiful photo of...a spray of snow. Cursing into his high wool-lined collar, he set off again, wishing he had a Slim Jim or something to lure the wolf closer for just a moment.
Ten minutes later, Nate was certain the wolf was teasing him. She'd led him up and down several hills already, and now the landscape seemed to be funneling down into a valley. A sudden thought brought the excited hiker up short. Could she be leading him to her pack? Was he dinner? Nate gazed slowly around, peering between snow-skirted pines, feeling like a child in a ballroom. An odd half-yip half-wurf brought his head around again, to see the wolf with front legs spread and head down low to the ground, most certainly a playful pose. Nate hesitated, then took a slow step closer. One wolf was odd enough! Chances were slim there was an entire pack here, living unnoticed...
Another step. This time, the wolf stood its ground, gazing up at him and wagging a snow-jeweled tail slowly. Another step...another... Nearly before he realized it was headed for him, the wolf frisked right into his legs, bowling him over into the snow! The impact was solid, and as he gazed up at the wolf standing over his sprawled body, he fully realized the size of the creature he'd been pursuing... Not even Saint Bernards were this big! He began to roll slowly away from...her, he guessed, but when he rolled onto his back he saw a gray-furred leg cross over and plant a big clawed paw down on his other side...then a hindleg, the wolfess straddling him. He turned his head slowly up, to find himself nearly nose-to-nose with the panting wolf! Nate swallowed and lay as still as he could, watching the wolfess watch him.
With a slow unmistakable wink, the wolf settled all her weight down atop him! A warm tongue slid out to stripe his face, startling a gasp, then a giggle from the downed hiker.
"Are you even a wolf at all? Maybe a huskie...or a half breed... No way you'd be doing this if you were wild." Nate chuckled weakly, while the wolf gape-grinned at him.
"Well, I'm not exactly a wolf, but I find the form appropriate these days." The sultry, growl-toned voice insinuated itself straight into his mind, but with the wolf's eyes locked to his, there was no question where it had come from. "Bringing down the sick, the weak, the foolish... Making them mine." Her eyes lidded partially, tongue draped over her black lower lip as she panted atop him, her stomach letting out a loud enough gurgle to be heard above the pounding of his heart and felt through three layers of clothes. "Eventually, all will be mine, but I'm patient."
Nathan swallowed again, and shut his eyes, jaw clenched achingly tight. "No. No no no. There's absolutely no way in hell this is happening!"
The warm heavy weight atop him shifted, then vanished. Had he banished his delusion so easily? He felt a tug on his jeans, and the zhurt of a zipper. Struggling up, he opened his eyes just in time to get shoved back down with a furred hand. Hand. Not paw. What?!
She'd changed... Humanoid now, but far from human. Still thickly furred with the soft gray pelt, still grinning with a muzzle full of teeth and tongue, and those yellow eyes. But...he couldn't help but notice the heavy furred roundness of a perfect pair of breasts, and the darker fur between her thighs. That furred hand wrapped around his member was surprisingly the last change he noticed, but notice it he did, when the wolf bitch gave it a squeeze. "I wasn't always patient enough to enjoy myself... Four centuries ago, you would've already found your way down my throat." Removing her paw from the middle of his chest, she withdrew it to rest it on her belly, which was quite heavily swollen now that he took a good look at it. Swollen...and squirming?! Faint bulges rippled her thick pelt, and the wolfess took a definite pleasure in his reaction.
"GOD! You...you ate...alive?!" He tried again to scramble up, but felt a prick at the base of his shaft as she lightly applied a clawtip. Eyeing him with frank anticipation, she circled that clawtip around his girth.
"Nothing lately. But then, no life I've absorbed ever leaves me... That would rob me of the greatest part of my meal." She licked her lips with a soft smack, and slid forward to cover his body once again with her own, big pudgy belly squashing him down into the pine bough-strewn snow. "You would understand, given time and some help from me. I love, and I devour, and I possess." She arched her back smoothly, lifted her legs up until her footpaws were nearly level with her hips, and wedged her claws into the waist of his pants. With one insistent shove, they were gone, a wrinkled wad bunched against his boots. "I love you, I will devour you, and I will possess you until I finish my time-spanning meal." It sounded almost like a prayer, the way she said it! Nate's panicked mind slipped off on a tangent, wondering how many had heard that mantra before becoming wolf-fat?
Her claws deftly unzipped his coat and pushed it off, then tore through his two shirts, baring his winter-pale flesh. She murrrrrrred deep in her throat as she pressed herself down, heavy breasts flattened into luscious disks between them. Nate emitted a strangled groan when the bitch engulfed his shaft, devouring it with just as much drool and greed as he expected to face from her jaws any second. The rumbling murrrrrrr in the wolf's throat was actually very sexy, but as her weight pushed him down hard enough that the snow molded around his buttocks, the chill brought sense back to him.
"W, who are you? Why..." The words just wouldn't come, his fear choked them off. To finish the job though, she kissed him, savagely, muzzle turned on one side to let her mold her slick lips over his mouth and thrust her tongue in to toy with his own. Withdrawing when he'd begun to thrash from lack of air, she grinned down at him, breasts heaving as she panted. So playful, but earnest too...there was no way to interpret what the wolf was doing as a game.
"I am Entropy. Not death...no, I'm a bit too large to fit inside that human concept. All come to me...and I take all. No thing, living or not, will escape me 'ere the end of time." She ground her bloated stomach against him, moaning in a way that kept Nate hard despite his imminent doom. "Ohhhh yes... My gut will hold it all, every star creature and stone, and I will finally be glutted. You're not even a grain of sand on the beach lover, but I adore you nonetheless." She ground her hips into his, strong supple thighs locked around his own, warm rivulets of slippery lust trickling down his bare flesh to cool rapidly in the crystallized February breeze. She clenched her teeth in ecstasy, eyes mere slits as she hissed, "Mine!"
She bucked against him hard, and had she been any less soft in the middle, Nate would've bruised badly. With her teeth so near his throat, and her claws everywhere, Nathan gave up his hope and grabbed for the moment... If you had to go, rutting a luscious werewolf bitch was a heck of a way to leave! She growled her approval when he began to really participate, and licked her lips to keep the saliva from pouring over Nate's face. His now-slippery body heaved against hers, good clean effort-sweat, thin as water but marked with his alluring scent. Her stomach churned and ached with the sheer need to claim this man, but the fire kindled in her loins drowned her belly out with its roar.
Nathan felt that snug sex flutter around his shaft, then spasm uncontrollably, a frantic caress his throbbing cock just could not withstand! His hot seed squirted, slathering her honeyed channel, giving her just what she needed to go off. Muscles that had only teased up to now tensed and clenched, seizing Nate's member and milking it so tightly the man's eyes bulged! The wolfess sat up on his hips, rolling her own hips to grind her soaked swollen nether-petals into his ticklish curling groin-hair, one finger strumming her clitoris and the other paw planted on his knee to steady herself. Her silken flesh bullied every last drop of his seed from him before she relaxed her loins, and slowly sank back down atop him, much of the urgency that he'd feared in her eyes now gone. He could even enjoy the heat, scent, and weight of her... The wolf's thick fur was softer than it looked, and her form had much for even a human to admire. He found himself kissing her ears, cupping her weighty breasts, and dragging his pitiful 'claws' through the ice crystal-flecked pelt on her back. She moaned happily, leaning into his touch, panting with her tongue hanging loose from her jaws! He found himself relaxing...forgetting the peril, and just wondering how such an incredible creature had come to pin him down and screw him silly in the snow? No girl he'd ever met had responded so well, or been so utterly ferocious! And her possessiveness...mmmm.
