Greetings all; the characters in my stories exist in my head, but there might be real life inspirations for some of them. Who knows?
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In this werewolf tale werewolves are just another ethnic group rather than supernatural freaks to be feared.
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Chapter 1
Gretta is attacked by a rogue
Gretta Johnson was riding her road bike on a path that ran along the perimeter of the Werewolf Alley Wildlife Refuge when she had a flat tire.
"Damn-it, by the time I replace this inner-tube I'm gonna be riding in the dark the rest of the way home... Shit," she mumbled as she climbed off of her bike, and continued cussing under her breath while fishing her spare inner-tube out of her bicycle bag.
Twenty minutes later she was in the process of mounting the tire back onto the rim when she smelled the odors of musky underarms and unwashed ass. "What the hell is that funk?" she asked herself right before she heard a noise behind her. When she looked around she saw a big hairy man standing at the edge of the woods leering at her while taking his shirt off.
"What the fuck are you doing?" she asked aggressively in an attempt to take control of the situation, knowing that it would be futile to try and run away.
"Don't play dumb with me bitch, I know you're in heat," he stated with his gravelly voice.
"In heat! Do I look like an animal to you?"
"I know what I smell."
At that point Gretta sniffed herself to see if she could tell what he could possibly be smelling and caught a whiff of the musk from her sweaty pussy. "You smell me because I'm sweating from riding my bike, not because I'm in heat," she told him.
"You don't expect me to believe that do you?" he asked as he pulled his sweatpants down and exposed his middling size man meat which was the shape and color of her neighbor's German Shepherd's penis.
She was stunned when she saw it and her mouth dropped open for a couple of seconds. "Are you a werewolf?" she asked as fear gripped her.
"What kind of dumb fucking question is that?" he asked as his k9 teeth began to extend.
"The kind I ask when I see a man with a dog dick," she said in retaliation for the disrespectful way he was talking to her. "Now leave me alone or I'm going to report you to the cops. You know that it's against the law to turn into a werewolf outside of the wildlife refuge," she warned as she tried to intimidate him so he'd think twice about attacking her.
As the last word of her threat crossed her lips he glared at her with his blue eyes, then took two long strides and grabbed her.
"Get off me fucker," she screamed before elbowing him up side his head repeatedly as she struggled to get out of his grasp. However as physically fit as she was she was only five foot four and one hundred and thirty pounds, therefore he easily controlled her with one arm.
When he spun her around so he was behind her she started to really get scared, and when he ripped a hole in the ass of her bicycle shorts she went from being scared to being terrified. "What the fuck are you doing?" she yelled before screaming in panic a second later when she felt him trying to find the entrance to her vagina with the sensitive tip of his beast cock. "This is rape," she screamed as it entered her vaginal canal, then slid into her to the hilt.
His cock was nowhere near the size she would've anticipated for such a large man, but she still expected it to hurt because she thought she was dry. However much to her surprise she was sopping wet and her pussy accommodated him easily.
"At least he's not going to hurt my vagina," she was thinking though she didn't understand why she was wet.
"You like my cock don't you slut," he said, then he began to really plow her. He fucked her hard for several minutes, then suddenly pulled out of her pussy and started searching for her bootyhole.
"No! Stop!" she screamed when she felt the tip of his cock find her backdoor. "Nooo," she shrieked, extending the sound of the one syllable word for several seconds as his shaft plunged forward and pierced her outer sphincter before forcing its way through the inner ring and into her bowels.
She wasn't an anal virgin and his smallish cock was coated with her pussy juice so it penetrated her rectum without causing her much discomfort. Once he was balls deep he started hunching with each thrust being stronger and more powerful than the previous one. In a matter of moments his dick started to get bigger, which she assumed was happening because he was getting close to cuming, however he suddenly pulled his cock out of her asshole and said, "My wolf wants some of your wolf's pussy before I bust my nut. Shift into your wolf you little slut or I'll rip your throat out."
Then he began to snarl and slobber while transforming into a wolf. She was filled with dread and her eyes were stretched as wide as saucers as she watched him shift. As soon as it was over and she found herself in the embrace of his wolf she was suddenly overwhelmed by excruciating pain in her face and all of her joints. Her suffering only lasted for a few seconds, and then to her utter amazement she was a wolf too.
She was so surprised she forgot what was happening to her, but she was brought back to reality when she felt the wolf push his cock into her wolf's pussy to the root. His hind-end then started moving so fast it was a blur, as he hunted for his nut. After he'd hunched for less than a minute the bulb at the base of his cock inflated and locked them together, and then his balls exploded spewing his hot moulton spunk into her. As he was coming he sunk his k9s into her neck and caused her such intense pain she let out a blood curdling howl, then she fainted.
He instantly regretted marking her because every werewolf in the area would be coming to see what was the matter after hearing her howl. His knot had him tied to her limp body, but he didn't dare wait for the bulb to deflate so he forcibly pulled it out of her pussy, grotesquely stretching its opening as he withdrew.
Chapter 2
Gretta learns that she's always been a werewolf
When Gretta opened her eyes again she was buck naked in a bed in a room that she didn't recognize. Her eyes darted from side to side as she tried to figure out where she was, then she remembered what had happened to her. She reached for the crook of her neck where she'd been bitten and found that there wasn't any sign of an injury. Next she flexed the muscles in her groin and neither her pussy nor her asshole felt sore.
"Oh no, I'm dead," she said as fear and dread gripped her, then she began to sob out loud.
Seconds later a tall ruggedly handsome dark skinned man walked into the room. She rose up onto one of her elbows while holding the bed covers over her breasts and keeping her eyes trained on him. While she was studying the man a woman entered the room and stood beside him.
"Am I dead?" asked Gretta as her eyes moved back and forth from one of them to the other.
"No Gretta, you're very much alive," the woman replied softly.
"Who are you two?" asked Gretta with a shaky voice.
"My name is Bass Seveer. I'm the number one beta of the Piedmont Pack," replied the man. "I'm also a game warden authorized by the Federal Department Of Werewolf Affairs to protect the health and safety of werewolves in and around the Werewolf Alley Wildlife Refuge."
"And I'm Shaniqua Morris." the woman announced proudly, then she smiled with a satisfied look on her face after seeing the way Gretta was looking at her.
"Shaniqua Morris, the anchor woman from WJIV television station," stated Gretta in an excited tone of voice. "I thought I recognized you. Are you here to report on what happened to me?"
"No, Alpha wanted me here to provide moral support for you once you woke up."
"Alpha... are you a werewolf?"
"Yes, I was born human, but I turned into a werewolf after a rogue raped me and then shifted into his wolf and bit me. Sorta like what happened to you, except you were already a werewolf before the rogue bit you."
"I really am a werewolf. I was hoping that I was hallucinating," muttered Gretta.
"You weren't hallucinating, you're definitely a werewolf, and you were in heat, that's why the rogue attacked you.
That's what he said. I told him that sometimes I smell like that down there when I sweat, but he didn't believe me."
"He didn't believe you because he could tell the difference between a sweaty pussy and one that's in heat," said Bass. "You were definitely in heat, because when I found you laying on the bicycle path covered in blood and cum I smelled it myself, and to be honest my wolf wanted to fuck you too,"
"What?" responded Gretta with a look of disbelief on her face.
"Bass would you get a set of medium scrubs for her?" asked Shaniqua with a confident air about her. Then she came and sat on the edge of the bed.
