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Camping was always the perfect activity for summer. Free time, more sun, and no snow in the mountains made it easily accessible for thousands of people to partake in the activity. Jamie and her friends were no different. The four of them had made plans months before to drive up to Mammoth in central California, along the border of Nevada and a good starting point for low-experience hikers. Gorgeous lakes, accessible peaks, and a cute little tourist trap of a town known as Mammoth Lakes made it the perfect vacation spot for four teenagers with almost no responsibilities.

"We there yet?" Jamie asked, half-heartedly checking the time as she scrolled through her various social media. Her legs were beginning to grow stiff and sore, and she needed to use the restroom. It had been some time since their last stop, and though the van was roomy, she was still squished in the back with Cole and their respective belongings.

Cole looked up, interested in the answer from the front. With Natalie driving, she couldn't exactly look at a map- that's what her boyfriend, Richard, was for. He answered in the affirmative for her, noting that they were coming up to the mountain in just a few minutes, and had a bit of driving up its foothills before they made it to the town proper. Both Cole and Jamie groaned in exaggerated agony, heads thrown back and bodies limp.

About an hour and one scenic stop later, the group of four were finally in town, setting up at the campgrounds and preparing their space for their first few days before trekking up the mountain itself. The hike was a long one, and they planned to take it slow, stopping for the night near the top. While Natalie and Richard unpacked their own things and set up their tent, Cole was busy trying to set up his tent without much luck.

"Ugh. I think I forgot some parts at home. Jamie, you mind if we split yours? I've got my own sleeping bag and promise not to drool on you," the young man asked, grinning wide enough to set wrinkles on the edge of his green eyes. Jamie merely laughed in response, her brown hair shaking along with her head.

"Sure, Cole, I don't see why not. There's bears up here- I can't let you sleep exposed. They might eat you just to do us all a favor!" She teased, unpacking her own tent and quickly getting to work.

"...and when she stepped out of the car, she looked across its body. A long, uneven scratch was carved into the side...and a hook hung from the door handle." Richard gave a spooky waggle of his fingers, a smirk on his face as he looked over the campfire at his small audience. None of them seemed scared, and Nat actively looked as though she was trying not to laugh her freckles off.

"Come on, Richard, I think you've had enough story telling for tonight. Maybe next year you'll think of something actually entertaining. I think you dropping your s'more was the best part of your little tale there!" Richard merely rolled his eyes, while Jamie gave a sincere yawn and a stretch. "And it looks like you're putting poor Jamie over there to sleep. It's late guys. We should head to bed so we can get supplies for the hike tomorrow before their all sold out. I don't know about you, but I'm looking forward to the freeze dried meals. They're the best at altitude after a long day of hiking."

Richard, once more, rolled his eyes. "Alright, alright. Come on, Natty. Let's get to bed and leave these lovebirds to do their thing." Jamie blushed at the word, thankful that the firelight was not enough to highlight the red in her cheeks. Cole said nothing, yawning himself and standing up to head for the tent. Everyone else said their goodnights before heading to their respective sleeping spaces.

Jamie awoke with a start. It sounded like something was outside the tent. A bear? She didn't want to open the tent and check it out. She knew there were bears in these woods, and she thought they had everything stored properly, so she wasn't too worried. Still...a bear! Exciting, yet terrifying. She quickly shook Cole, whispering at him to wake up but stay quiet. "Mmmnnn...whuuh? Jamie?" He slurred through his half-asleep mouth. "Whassgoin' on?"

"Quiet, doofus!" Jamie hushed, gently smacking him. "There's a bear out there! Comfort me or something, you're the man in the tent!" She half-joked. Of course, she wouldn't complain if he did hold her, but there was absolutely no way she could confide in him her true feelings.

"It's just a bear, we'll be fine. Probably a black bear, they're big babies. Go back to sleep."

Jamie grimaced, but elected to listen to his instructions. He was probably right. He was the smart one of the group, the intellectual. She supposed that was a big reason she was so into him- the guy could talk for hours on a scientific subject he was interested in at the time, and explain it to her in a way she could both understand and simultaneously get excited for. With all that in mind, she decided sleep was probably the best idea he had had tonight.

"No way, a bear? And we missed it?" Natalie whined, looking at her boyfriend with a pouty face. "I wanna see a bear!"

Richard dismissed her whining with a wave. "We'll see plenty if we go fishing. They tend to stay somewhat far away, but they do often lurk nearby in hopes of an easy meal."

Cole was busy packing their equipment away while the other three were chatting, a soft melody leaving his lips as he whistled away the time. Jamie nodded along. "I didn't see it, but I heard it digging around last night and Cole says some of our things were opened. Nothing is broken or missing, and our bear cans are still untouched, but it's still exciting nonetheless."

"Pack it up, you three," Cole called out as he put the tent away. "We gotta get into town and pick some stuff up before we head up the mountain, right? I wanna make some progress on the hike today before it gets dark, and you guys are gonna be the death of me if I have to wait around for eternity!" He joked, his green eyes flashing towards Jamie for a moment longer than the other two. He gave her a wink, nearly causing the poor girl to melt from the heat suddenly rising to her cheeks.

The ride into town was uneventful. A short trip, some small talk, and once more they were heading up the road towards base camp. With their car locked and packs slung over shoulders, the four went over a last minute checklist.

"Sunscreen?" Cole would start.

"Check," Jamie would answer.

"Water?"

"Check."

And on the list went, until the four were absolutely certain they were not missing anything. And with that, they were off, happy to make the trek up the forested inclines of the Sierras together. It wasn't a particularly brutal hike, but it was a long one, shaded by the evergreens a majority of the way.

"Alright, I got one. Would you rather sweat mayonnaise or cry barbecue sauce?" Richard posed as their conversations went on, rather abruptly starting a game to pass the time. He was met with two "ew's" and one raucous laugh.

"Cry barbecue sauce!" Cole answered through his almost hyena-like cackling. If he had his way, his shirt would be a mess from the sauce leaving his eyes with how hard he was laughing.

Natalie and Jamie looked on in amusement, still disgusted by the question. "Why don't we ask, I don't know, actually good questions?" Natalie retorted. "Like...would you rather have every movie you watch slowly turn into Shrek or every song you listen to slowly turn into All Star?"

That got a reaction. The other three were laughing just as hard as Cole moments ago. Natty was proud of her work, a smug grin on her face as her friends stopped to catch their breath. It was hard work, laughing at altitude.

As night began to fall, and the group was growing weary, they found a clearing on a small plateau. Just in time, each thought to themselves, slumping onto rocks and logs to slough off the weight of their packs and take a breath of the cooling night air. Of course, they all knew it was time to unpack the tents and once more settle in for the night- after a fantastic meal of freeze dried spaghetti and meat sauce, as well as what Richard thought to be the pinnacle of human invention: freeze dried ice cream. Light as a feather, rough like a pumice stone, and strange to eat, he enjoyed the reactions he got from each one as they bit into it.

"It's like I'm eating a dry kitchen sponge that tastes like chocolate," Jamie muttered, though she took another bite anyways. She hated it and loved it all the same. "And I weirdly enjoy it. Someone take this from me." Cole was quick to snatch it from her and agree after his own bite. Natalie merely turned it down. She had had it before and decidedly did not enjoy it.

"Well, that's that then," Cole announced after a moment of silence. "I suppose it's bed time. Let's hit the hay. We got...oh. I didn't, uh...I didn't know it was a full moon tonight," he said, a slight quiver in his voice. He cleared his throat, trying to brush it off. "Sorry, ice cream still stuck there. Let's get to bed."

Rustling. A tell tale shifting of contents outside. Jamie bottled upright, the moon hanging at an angle to cast a shadow on whatever was outside, the blotted out light forming a shape against the fabric of her tent. "Cole...Cole!" She whispered, reaching over for him. But he wasn't there. Maybe he was out to relieve himself. But...that meant he was outside with the bear.

Oh no. She had to do something. Something, anything! She couldn't just let him face that alone. Maybe she could distract it enough or scare it away. Clambering out of her sleeping bag, she rushed forward, blindly fumbling with the zipper and throwing it open. "HEY!" She yelled at the bear, trying to draw its attention.

The bear turned to look at her, and she froze. Her eyes expanded in abject horror. This was no bear. The...creature...that gazed at her snarled and rose onto a pair of humanoid legs. It kept rising, blocking her view of the moon, eyes glowing a sickly green in the darkness it cast. She could hear it breathing, heavy and deep, expanding lungs in a furred chest wider than she could reach around. She could hear drool hit the ground at its feet, plopping onto the stone ground beneath them. Before she could move, or yell out for help, a massive paw swept her off her feet. It grabbed around her middle, knocking the wind from her lungs with a huff, and she had to pause to recover. It took off, holding her in its grip as it crashed through the nearby underbrush. She didn't know how long it held her, nor how far from camp they were, but she was panicking and struggling as much as possible. And yet, its grip was too tight, as though it was furry steel wrapped around her midsection.

"H-heeeelp!" Jamie managed to choke out once it released her, crawling away as she caught a few short breaths. Tears were forming in her eyes, and she was almost blind in the darkness on top of the blurring from the water pooling. She felt a hand once more against her, but it was more gentle this time. It didn't grip and hold- it merely picked her up, holding her under her shoulders. Almost gingerly, it turned her around to face its gaze, hot breath washing over her face from its canine muzzle. This far out, she had almost no chance of being heard, and though she knew it, she still wailed for assistance.

But none would come. The beast leaned forward, shoving his muzzle to her lips, forcefully kissing her to silence her as his hands were busy holding her in place. She struggled against it, but his tongue was strong, the muscle pushing through and into her mouth. He didn't taste bad per se, but she was definitely not interested in making out with this...thing. As close as she was to him, she couldn't make out many details. But once the creature pulled away, a line of drool connecting them that snapped midair, she finally had a clear view of it. It stood at a good 9 feet tall, muscular, and with a thick black coat to cover his body from head to toe. Based upon the equipment at its waist, Jamie noted it was decidedly male. She got a quick glance at the scar across his chest before she made up her mind on what the creature was. Werewolf, she thought immediately, panic coming to the surface of her emotions, but she was still a little woozy from the lack of air she had been subjected to over the last 5 or so minutes.

The werewolf growled before standing once more at his full height, setting her belly-up on a fallen tree. He kept a hand on her, as if to warn her to stay, before his claws turned for the collar of her shirt and tugging down. The fabric tore, roaring in her ears, his own growl coming quietly and rumbling through her body, even through the distance afforded to her from her supine position. Her shorts were next, the button torn off and the zipper broken as he tugged at the denim and tore them away as well. This left her short, freckled body exposed to the chill of the night air, her undergarments all that protected her. Even as she went to cover herself, the canine batted her hands away with a more predatory snarl. There would be no struggle. Not if he had anything to say about it, that is.

"W-what do you want from me?" She sniffled, whimpering against his touch and the chilly mountain air. The answer was as clear as the moon was bright, and she feared for her life more than anything else at this point. The wolf reached for her underwear, summarily removing them without ceremony or hesitation. Gone was her only protection, her breasts exposed and reacting to the cold, her thighs tightening to get her to protect herself from the same exposure. The werewolf, however, was not happy with this, and tired her hand away, his other paw gripping her thigh. Not hard enough to draw blood, but enough to leave a bruise. With her finally revealed to him, he gave a low rumble, content with his view...but his content did not last long. No, he was hungry- if the red peeking from his sheathe was any indication, he was only getting started.

Once more, she tried to squeal out, and this time he didn't try to silence her. Rather, he leaned in and clamped his jaws against the crook of her neck, threatening to bite down with his pointed teeth. Jamie let out a gasp. She was quite sensitive there, and with tensions running high and her body exposed to a rather domineering male, she couldn't help the noise that escaped her throat. She was embarrassed, eyes screwed shut and face red, as the beast's ears perked up. She felt something hot and heavy land against her lower abdomen...and it kept going. Going, growing, larger and thicker as it reached up her body. When she finally could bare to look, she was both in shock and awe at the sheer size of the beast's beast. Easily a good 13 or 14 inches long, and a few inches wide with a small knot at the base, Jamie was very much frightened by the canid rod presented to her.

And yet, a small part, a growing part, was excited. Sure, she had had fantasies of her own dogs at home, or of a wild wolf coming for her. But never in a million years did she think she would every try such a thing, let alone imagine werewolves were real and that one would want her in the most carnal fashion. Still, Jamie understood that she was stuck, and no matter her wants, she was in it for the long haul and had to bear whatever was about to happen.

The werewolf, sensing both her trepidation and arousal, gave her a slow lick along the sensitive crook of her neck, drawing another gasp out of her body, her breasts heaving against his somewhat furred chest. His cock throbbed at the sound, lifting slightly and slapping back down to her Welty, leaving a small puddle of pre against her tummy. He was ready to go, and very much eager to take his new mate.

"NO..nonononononono...! Nonono, please, no, oh God no please don't...!" Jamie tried to stammer out, hoping against hope that she could defy him and still get out of this. Her attempt was naught but feeble, and worthless against his animalistic desires. Already, he was dragging his hips back, sliding the bottom of his member against her most sensitive button, causing her legs to tremble and her breathing to shake. She felt aroused, and the beast could smell it. She would be wet enough for him- but would he be too big for Jamie's poor little body? Jamie was not so eager to find out, but she had no choice in the matter.

As soon as she felt the tapered end of the werewolf's burning hot cock slid bare against her entrance, she knew this was it. The girl took a deep breath, huffing out hotly as he pressed forwards. He slid in with some difficulty, parting her folds with a small struggle and a growl. His hands gripped her hips, suddenly pulling her towards his own and immediately sinking a good four inches in a swift press. Jamie let out a long, wailing moan, head thrown back, mouth wide, and eyes shut tight. There was no "gentle" with this beast, and he was going to break her. Already she felt stuffed too full, almost to bursting. She couldn't imagine any more. And yet, she knew it was still to come. He took no breaks, pulling back marginally to sink another few inches. Again, she wailed, again, she shook, and again, he thrusted.

The poor girl could hardly believe when she felt the slight expanse of his knot pressing against her, ready to lock the two of them together. Soon, but not yet. After she could catch a few gulps of much-needed air, her chest heaving with the sweet taste of fresh oxygen, she chanced a look down- and once more, found herself breathless. There, along her stomach, was a bulge. It looked almost unnatural, like she was being invaded. And yet, she never felt more whole than she did in that moment. But that didn't make sense! There was no way she was enjoying...this. This...this beast! This beast, claiming her, using her body for its pleasure! And yet again, on the other hand, a very tiny part of her was warming up to the idea. The wolf thrusted yet again, moving swiftly towards a fevered pace that knocked her thoughts from her head, replaced entirely by the sudden rush of ecstasy electrifying her body into small spasms.

Once more, he leaned down, growling into her ear, wordlessly claiming her, his breath hot against the chilled skin exposed to the elements and not covered by his warm coat. It was...hot, to say the least. Jamie reached up, gingerly and with a shaking palm, to run her fingers through his fur. His eyes snapped sideways, glancing at her hand, but he did not push her away. Instead, his rumble grew more soft, as though he were purring in a completely canine fashion. His speed increased slightly, the bulge on her abdomen moving along with his pistoling hips, his cock throbbing and almost painfully stiff as he took the pleasure he wanted from her body.

Jamie was almost drunk on her lust and the near-orgasmic high she was feeling in crashing waves, an unending tide flowing in and out with the full force of his pounding. She could tell he was close- though a virgin, she was somehow acutely aware that he was speeding up, ramping at a constant rate, ready to knot her and put some puppies in her tummy. "O-ohhh, yes...yes, please! Ahhhhn, uhhn, f-faster!" She managed to cry out between thrusts. Where was this coming from? This sudden desire to be...used...to be bred...to be fucked by the massive canine cock currently using her. Every single nerve ending was firing on all cylinders, his own hips pistoning in conjunction. Jamie once more screwed her eyes shut as the final waves began to crash over her, body tensing up, quivering from the immense strain on her muscles, her throat closing and gasping for air as she exploded. Her only outlet was a long, exhausted groan, head thrown back and hands pulling at his chest fur unintentionally.

The werewolf himself roared out, head thrown high as he finally reached his own finish line. His vision flashed white for a moment, blood rushing to his head as his knot rushed forward to spread Jamie even wider, before locking the two of them together. He seemed to cum, and cum, and cum, an endless stream of the hot life-giving liquid firing out of his pulsating wolf-cock, spraying her insides with its heat and filling her in the most satisfying of ways. But there was too much! Her body could only accept so much before it began to swell slightly, the pressure too much for even the seal around his knot to hold it back. As the pair slowly, ever so gently, came down from their shared orgasmic high, his cum flowed out like a waterfall, pooling heavily along her thighs, the log between them, and the ground below. It was hot- she felt she could take a relaxing bath in the stuff, if she weren't too tempted to consume it. The girl reached out a shaky hand for a small sample, tasting it with another moan before letting her head fall back and exhaustion take her.

Jamie awoke the next morning, soundly tucked into her sleeping bag, though nude of course. She felt stiff and sore, and many parts of her ached. Was it a dream? There's...there's no way I met a werewolf. That I fucked one. But the soreness between her thighs and the remaining dregs of his orgasm he must have missed were the only two things to tell her what had happened. Looking over to Cole, who must have got back after her or something, she quietly slipped on some clothes. It wasn't too long before he awoke as well, slowly sitting up and looking blearily around the tent.

"I've got such a bad headache..." Cole mumbled. "Someone slip something in my drink?"

But Jamie wasn't paying attention to his words. She was looking at the scar along his chest. The same scar the werewolf had last night.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Author's Note: This is both my first submission and first ever project. It was requested by a friend of mine when I said I wanted to get into writing, and even the few people who have enjoyed it is exciting! I appreciate all of you :)