The Doctor And The Werewolf

Doctor Robyn Shaver watched the two wolves through the glass. The female was in heat, but the male completely ignored her. Robyn couldn't understand it. They were not the same species, but could they really be that different?

The female belonged to the smaller species, reddish fur, grey eyes, feeding mostly on squirrels and birds and other diminutive prey. The red wolves were newcomers to the area, having come from further north maybe eighty years ago.

The male was one of the brown wolves, larger, more aggressive, and seldom gathered into packs. These were natives, but they seemed to have a much larger roaming area. They were not seen very often. It was unknown how extensively they wandered. But they were bolder, coming right up to the edge of the town. There had not been an attack in thirty years, but the browns were considered much more dangerous.

Robyn had been called in by the small town of Timber Valley, Washington, to try and remove the brown wolves from this area. But that required some study of their behavior and habitat. And so far, they were not acting in any expected ways.

The male should be all over that female. She was putting out mating pheromones like crazy. Physiologically, the male was definitely reacting. His penis was poking out, ready for action. But the large brown stayed far away from the female, growling if she tried to come close. Robyn couldn't understand why.

"Let's try the Cupid formula," she said.

Laci Buono, one semester from her doctorate, rushed to obey. Helping on this program would not only finish out all the requirements for her degree, it would also give her credentials when she started looking for a job.

Only two of the brown wolves had ever been captured. This one had just gone right up to a field crew, walked into one of the cages, and lain down. But half a year ago, there had been a female. She'd been injured in a landslide and brought to Robyn. The poor thing had been nursed back to health and then released. But in the meantime, they'd done some science.

The female had been artificially brought into heat. And samples had been taken of her pheromones. It was similar, but different to the pheromones of the red wolves. Perhaps that's why the brown male did not try to mate with the red female.

Robyn had synthesized a large batch of the brown pheromones and dubbed it "The Cupid Formula." Since nothing else had worked, she was going to see if Cupid could get the brown interested in mating with the red.

Laci returned with the formula. Robyn gave her a scowl. "Not the whole jug. I don't need a gallon. Just an ounce should be sufficient. I'm going to introduce it into the enclosure as a mist and see if there's an effect. But I should only need a small amount."

"I'm just a lowly servant here," Laci said. "If you don't specify how much you need, I don't know how much to bring."

"Okay. You're right. Let's get some of this stuff in the mister."

Laci laughed. "And then the mister will put some of his stuff in the missus."

"Yes," Robyn chuckled. "Presumably. Hopefully."

"Hopefully?"

"If we can't find a way to move them safely, we might be able to breed out their more aggressive tendencies."

"Extermination isn't an option?" Laci asked.

"The brown wolves are protected by state law. It's a felony to kill them unless they're attacking or presenting an active threat."

Robyn opened the mister cartridge and Laci took off the top of the Cupid jug. Inside the enclosure, the brown wolf jumped to his feet and started howling. Laci panicked and threw the jug at Robyn, freeing her hands to fight.

Robyn caught the container, but its contents sloshed out, drenching her. But both scientists turned to watch the two wolves. The red wolf had presented, and the brown was mounted and pumping the smaller female with a vengeance.

"Well, that worked," Laci said. "Look at him go. We didn't even have to use the mister."

"He shouldn't be able to smell the pheromones through the glass. There must be a broken seal somewhere." Robyn said. "Fuck. This stuff is all over me. My face. My hair. And it stinks."

Laci smirked. "Remember when I said we should have a shower in this facility?"

"I do remember that. But we didn't have the budget for a shower, and your advice came after the construction was completed. You just wanted to freshen up for a date."

"Maybe that's all true. But don't you wish you had access to a shower right now?"

Robyn couldn't deny it. "Why don't you go home. It's late. We've proven the brown wolf requires the brown pheromones to spur him into mating. We'll have to see if any puppies come from this."

"I'm good to stay. You're the one who needs a shower. I'll clean the mess, get the red back in her own cage when he's done with her, and then write up the notes. You just have to sign off in the morning."

"You sure? If we both stay, it will take half the time."

Laci nodded. "I have an ulterior motive. I have a date Thursday. I'd like to leave a little early. And if it goes like I hope it will, I might just be a little late on Friday morning."

"So, you're buying my good will by offering to finish up tonight."

"Precisely. Now get out of here. You really do stink."

Robyn grabbed her purse and headed out. She'd stayed too late. Again. The sun was going down. Which meant the walk home would be scary dark unless she went the long way around. But shortcutting through the woods would cut nearly an hour off the journey.

She had leased a small house, sight unseen, near the lab, not realizing that a branch of the forest extended into the city like an arm, reaching between her house and her lab. Deciding that the shortcut was worth it, Robyn headed for the trees.

But as she entered the woods, she saw the wolf. One of the browns. They often came to the edge of the city. They never attacked humans. But it was unnerving to see one of them so close. Watching her. About thirty feet to her left.

Knowing that running would be dangerous, Robyn forced herself to walk at a stately pace. And then she saw the second wolf. Another brown. Also watching her. A little ahead and to the right. Maybe the shortcut was not the best option today.

But when she turned around, Robyn saw a third wolf at the edge of the treeline. She was surrounded. It would be ironic if a wolf expert were to be attacked by the very wolves she was trying to help.

Irony was overrated, though. Robyn reached into her purse and pulled out the small gun she kept for emergencies. The wolves saw it and started growling. They knew. Somehow, they knew what it could do.

"Put it away, please," a voice said. Garret Sims was approaching her slowly through the trees, his hands wide at his sides to show he was no threat.

The deputy mayor had always been friendly to her, while still treating her as an outsider who would never really understand their small town. But the wolves had backed away as he came close, so Robyn put away the gun.

"You smell like a wolf," he said. "That's why they're so interested."

"I spilled wolf pheromones on me at the lab. But how would you know what I smell like?"

"I've lived here my whole life. I know what a horny wolf smells like. When that odor is drifting into town, we can expect a lot of howling. And you, Doctor, are in a bit of danger."

"They won't come back, will they?"

"They haven't left. They've just backed off because they see me as an Alpha. If they change that opinion, then we're both in danger. "

"What do we do?"

"You're the wolf expert, aren't you? If you run, they'll chase you. If you stand there, smelling like a bitch in heat, they'll eventually try to have their way with you. You know what we need to do."

"Wolf repellent would be best. I don't have any. Do you?"

Garrett gave her a wry smile. "Kind of."

"Oh, you can't be serious."

"Again, you're the expert. Would it work?"

"Maybe," Robyn admitted. "Fine. Let's get this over with."

"Kneel down."

"You're loving this, aren't you?"

"Not my usual kink, but I am getting a bit of a thrill. Are you ready?"

"As I'll ever be," Robyn said, closing her eyes.

Garrett opened his pants, pulled out his dick, and peed on Robyn's clothes. Human urine sometimes worked to repel various animals, including wolves sometimes.

"Eww," Robyn whined. "I can't believe I'm going to say this, but make sure you get my hair and face. That stuff went everywhere."

Garrett laughed and obliged, aiming for her forehead and the top of her head. "You're lucky I had a couple of beers before I came out here. But I can't fully drench you. I didn't drink that much."

He finished up and put himself away, then helped her to stand. Robyn grimaced, and reluctantly spread the liquid around, trying her best to cover herself with the scent. If it prevented the wolves from getting too close, it was worth it. But just barely. "I suppose I should thank you."

"My pleasure."

"I'm sure that's true."

A nearby howl caught their attention. And even closer one sounded in response. "I don't think it worked," Robyn said, feeling fear settle deep in her heart.

"There's another option," Garrett said. "More likely to be effective."

"I hope you're not thinking what I know you are."

"Look, those fellows are seriously attracted right now. If we can convince them you've already been claimed, they're almost certain to back off. Wolves respect the right of the Alpha to mate."

"And you're sure they're seeing you as an Alpha," Robyn questioned.

"If they didn't, they'd already be on you, literally trying to make you their bitch. But the longer we delay, the less convinced they'll be. You can persuade them by accepting me as a mate."

"I don't suppose you have a condom."

"Sorry. This wasn't in my plans for the evening. And a condom might be counterproductive. We want the wolves to smell both of us," Garrett explained.

"All right. Damnit. We'll do it." Robyn pulled down her jeans and got on her hands and knees. Doggy style was appropriate, she figured. And would probably be a stronger argument, in the wolves' minds, that she was not available to them.

And to her own surprise, she was aroused. She wanted to give herself to Garrett. He was attractive, but she had avoided dating or relationships since she moved to the town. And now, enhanced by danger and abstinence, she was oh, so ready for this.

She felt him kneel down behind her. And she was looking in the eyes of a brown wolf when Garrett thrust into her. She groaned at the pleasures and pains of invasion. She was occupied. Penetrated. Her body was no longer her own but claimed by another. And it was glorious.

Robyn continued to watch the wolf as Garrett fucked her. And the wolf watched her. He seemed to be waiting for something.

****

Behind her, slowly pumping himself in and out of her, Garrett was in a crisis. He was about to shift.

Six months ago, Bailey had been captured by these scientists. She'd been injured, and they had rescued her. But then they held her for almost a month, doing various tests. Bailey didn't like staying in wolf form for so long, and she had hated being in a cage, but revealing herself as a werewolf was forbidden. Secrecy was their protection.

After she'd been released, Rufus had agreed to go in undercover and try and find out what the scientists were up to. Their pack had been active in politics for nearly a century. They had caused state laws to be passed that protected them and limited how long they could be held in captivity. Or he never would have allowed Rufus to take that risk.

In wolf form, Rufus could communicate with the rest of the pack, mind to mind. Mostly, he communicated boredom. And he'd been disgusted and offended when they'd tried to offer him the red female. She was a mindless animal. He was not at all interested.

And then came the spill. That liquid the scientists had created had overwhelmed poor Rufus and he and the red had been helpless against its power. There would be puppies. And they'd be smarter than most wolves, but they would not be shifters.

That substance was dangerous. And it was all over the scientist. And she lived right next to the forest. It was a full moon and the pack would be in wolf form every night for three days. They would be vulnerable to that pheromone mix. Dr. Shaver was going to be a target.

Garrett had rushed out to intercept the good doctor, to protect her. If she became a victim, it would destroy the peaceful existence the pack had with the town. And as the pack's Alpha, he was strong enough to resist the moon's monthly command.

He'd hoped that peeing on her would cover the scent of that mating cocktail, and it had been an entertaining experience, but the scientist had done much too good a job of creating that wolf aphrodisiac. The pack was not going to be deterred.

Now, he was taking her himself. The pack would respect that. They'd back off. He and the scientist would have a sweet little romp, possibly leading to more of them in the future. Everything should work out perfectly. But he might have miscalculated.

In human form, the pheromones had a much weaker effect upon him. But that wasn't to say they had no effect. They were werewolf pheromones, after all. They were bound to start his blood singing and call to his wild nature. He'd been hard as a rock from the moment he scented her.

But he was now trying to fight both the pheromones and the moon. And he was losing. He could feel the goosebumps on his arms and legs, warning him that his fur was about to start growing. He fucked the doctor even faster, instincts overwhelming rational thought.

With a muted groan that ended in a growl, Garrett put his hands-on Robyn's shoulders for greater leverage, thrust deep into her, and lost the battle. His bones changed shape, his muscles grew denser, and his nails became claws. And all the while, his cock filled Robyn's pussy, and when his transformation was complete, he tied with her and poured his seed in her cunt.

*****

Robyn watched the wolf in front of her as she was drilled from behind. There was something strangely erotic about this impersonal fucking in the forest. She barely knew Garrett. She hadn't even been on a date with him yet. But now she was covered in his piss and he was inside her. And he wasn't fucking her out of real desire, but to protect her from a wolf attack.

Of course, there had to be some desire. She was a biologist. The male had to find something attractive about the female before he tried to penetrate. In the case of most mammals, it was the female's scent when she was in heat. For humans, it was the woman's looks or her voice, or just some personal relationship.

Robyn didn't believe the smell of wolf pheromones or his own piss had aroused Garrett enough to stick his dick into her. And they didn't know each other well enough for it to be about the relationship. So, he must think her to be pretty. Under ordinary circumstances, that wouldn't be enough to invite penetration, but as he was doing her a favor, it was nice to know that he was enjoying it.

The wolf was looking over her head. At Garrett, she assumed. The brown male seemed somehow...amused. Suddenly, Garrett gripped her shoulders hard enough to bruise and shoved himself balls-deep inside her. As a biologist, she knew exactly what that meant. He was about to come. She tried to be okay with the fact that he wasn't wearing a condom. She had never done this without one. But she was curious what it felt like to have semen in her vagina.

But something was wrong. His gripping hands were hurting her. She looked to the side and saw his fingernails thicken and narrow, his fingers straighten and shorten alarmingly, and thick brown hair sprout from his skin and cover what were now paws.

Garrett had made a grunting noise, but now he was howling behind her, sounding exactly like a large wolf. And the other wolves, watching her mating, started howling themselves. The dick inside her grew even thicker.

The rational, logical part of her mind was telling her something very irrational and illogical. It screamed "Werewolf!" And the rest of her mind was reacting with fear. She tried to fight the panic that threatened to overwhelm her by examining the facts.

It all made sense. The brown wolves that only appeared once or twice a month. That second brown wolf choosing to enter that cage unexpectedly. His disdain for the red wolf. The wolves following her through the forest, not attacking or backing off. Their acceptance of Garrett as an Alpha. And the swelling of his dick within her.

Dogs, and wolves, have a unique reproductive biology, Robyn knew. Once the penis is fully inserted into the female's vagina, the base of the penis will swell up, creating a tight seal preventing any semen from leaking out and tying the male and female together while the male ejaculates. This bulge in the penis was called the knot.

Since she'd first started studying wolves, Robyn had wondered what that felt like for the female. Now she was experiencing it for herself. And her biologist's training knew that he was coming deep, deep inside her.

But even as part of her mind was putting all the facts together, the rest of her mind was rejecting those facts, pushing her toward terror. For one timeless moment, the two parts of her mind battled. Then terror won out and Robyn panicked. She ran. She tried to run. But that damn knot held firm, holding her captive by her cunt.

And the werewolf, which Garrett must be, growled fiercely at her attempt to escape and clamped his jaws on her shoulder, making it even more difficult to break free. He held her like many a wolf held the bitch he was mating, gentle but firm, letting her know who was in charge. And the other wolves were watching her. Also weres. Had to be. She was essentially getting fucked by a man she barely knew while surrounded by strangers.

For some women, fear, embarrassment, and humiliation can be powerful aphrodisiacs. And Robyn was shocked and surprised to discover that she was one of them. When it was clear that there was no escape from the beast, and she had no more responsibility for or control over anything that happened to her, she fell into an incredible orgasm, all her senses exploding in ecstasy.

She was panting and exhausted when the last throes faded, too drained to panic anymore. Until Garrett's knot subsided, neither of them was going anywhere, so she just tried to relax and come to grips with the idea that there actual, real werewolves.

How was that possible? The scientist in her wanted to test his DNA, study his every organ and fluid. And it would be a lot easier to get the brown wolves to leave the area if she could just talk to them about it.

Her thoughts were a little distracted, however. A girl finds it difficult to do much deep thinking with a cock buried in her pussy. And with that solid knot, she was stuffed more tightly than ever before.

It was maybe twenty minutes before the knot shrank down enough for the werewolf to remove his dick. Robyn felt relieved. And stretched out. But she missed that thick presence within her. She tried to tell herself that this was a trauma. That her life was in danger. That monsters roamed the Earth. But all she could do was stand and stare into Garrett's eyes. It didn't even occur to her to pull up her pants.

He had been handsome as a man. But his wolf form was absolutely beautiful. "Can you change back?" she asked.

The wolf waggled his head from side to side, then lifted his muzzle to the sky, pointing at the full moon. Robyn understood. She was still having trouble believing, but she did remember that according to the legends, werewolves changed during the full moon.

She made a quick decision. "Come by my house tomorrow. You owe me an explanation." After that, she did finally yank her jeans up and fastened them. She headed home, feeling safe again. She knew, somehow, that she had the protection of the pack now.