Twists and turns of fate and fur. -Part 1-
Hi! Thanks for taking the time to check this out. Its the first of a new story I'm working on, a naughty feral-anthro fuckfest... I'm hoping to post atleast a part every day or two. They will be quick, naughty little installments of a very sex-centric plot, not claiming to be going for anything meaningful here.
Now, if I'm not mistaken, your here to read smut... so... let the story begin!
A late fall breeze tossed leaves around my feet as I walked, the smell of a forest fire many miles away adding to the cool, crisp air. It was mid september, the air was cool and the sun was perfect. I love to walk, I love the gentle roll of the foothills I call home, covered with a mixture of dense green forest and great open fields. I was walking along one of my favourite trails, a part of the woods I had played in as a young girl often; I still know every twist and turn, every rise and fall of the land, but it all seems so much smaller. What had once seemed like an endless wilderness was really no more than a few square miles.
There was no sound or scent of civilization in the air, many miles from any big city or highway, the air was clean and sweet. I picked up my pace, my feet flying joyfully threw the leaves, crunching and skidding threw the loose carpet of gold and red. I'm a wolf, tall and slim, I grew up on the farm south of this piece of untouched forest, and these bright fall days were the happiest days of the year for me. I had just turned seventeen a few days before, my body already well on its way to being that of a woman, I loved my life, one last year of highschool ahead of me, the attention of cute males and many close friends, and such a beautiful back yard.
Yep, I was feeling pretty good about myself as I went jogging along that twisting path, my feet moving rapidly as I decended a steep hill without slowing down. When I reached the bottom I slowed and then stopped, stretching and catching my breath. Something wasn't right.
I couldn't place it at first, something on the air. It was a scent I knew well, but I couldn't name it. I turned around and scanned the forest around myself. It wasn't a bear, I'd smell that a mile away. That, I was thankful for. As my eyes jumped from shadow to shadow, I heard a twig snap and turned quickly to my left, just in time to see a blur of silver fur before I was sent sprawling to the ground. The wind was forced from my lungs, and my eyes were watering, I had hit my head and my ears were ringing. I saw it coming toward me, a great, huge wolf, eyes a shimmering blue. I knew that scent now, it was a male wolf... I had never smelled a feral before.
Scrambling weakly, I tried to get to my feet, but at once I was knocked back to the leafs. I screamed, hoping to god that somebody heard, that somebody would come and save me. My life was flashing before my eyes in vivid snapshot, my head was spinning, and I could feel blood trickling down my neck. Had I hit my head on a stone? I tried to reach up and feel my scalp, but my hand was heavy, I could hardly bring it to my chest.
As the world started to swim infront of my eyes, I realized the wolf was just standing over me, watching me. I wasn't dead, my throat hadn't been torn out. Before I could figure out why this wolf wasn't finishing its kill, I heard the heavy fall of boots in the leaves.
The last thing I heard was the ringing in my ears.
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I woke from a nightmare, my mind forgetting what terrors haunted it before my eyes finished opening. I was left with a pounding headache, my eyes watering as I tried to figure out where I was. The nightmare had shaken me, but I realized at once that something was very wrong. I could hear howling, echoing around me. As my eyes adapted to the light, I realized I was in a cave, the stink of that male wolf filled the air, as did the scent of blood, most likely my own.
I tried to sit up, but my head throbbed and the world swam between my eyes. I instead settled for weighing my options. If they wanted to kill me they wouldn't have carried me home, so I expected I was safe for the moment at least. If they were holding me for ransom... My parents could never pay.
I lay still for what seemed a lifetime, it seemed like only a few minutes since I had left school on my way home, and now I was hurt, kidnapped away into a cave somewhere. I was shivering from head to toe, and after my head had stopped throbbing slightly, I managed to wrap my arms around myself. That was when I noticed I had been stripped naked.
Great, nude and freezing with a cracked skull, in a wolf's den. I knew I was a goner, I had no idea what was going on but I knew I would never leave that cave alive. I curled up on my side, hugging my knees to my chest and closing my eyes. I lay there for hours, scared and alone, hearing the howls and barks echoing from another chamber somewhere in the cave.
I don't know how long I lay there awake, scared half to death and shaking with cold, my teeth clicking and tears streaming down my face, before sleep finally took me, dragging me down into its black abyss. Perhaps it wasn't sleep, perhaps I was dieing from the blow to the head, it felt like I was losing my grip on the world. I felt my body melting away, and then everything was black for some time, I have no idea how long.
All I know is, I woke up warm, and smiling. I rolled to my left, pressing up agaist my blanket. My eyes slowly fluttered open, and then my heart skipped atleast few beats. I was cudded up to that massive wolf, sharing his; and yes, the huge sheath pressed against my tummy made his gender rather clear, more than abundant body heat. I was too sore to flee, and too cold to pull away from that warmth.
I found his scent maddening. It was like a drug now that I wasn't half mad with fear. Every breath of his strong, musky scent made me damper, and I realized to my horror that her heat was starting, and that the scent of it may well have drawn the wolf in the first place. Somewhere deep inside herself an itch was building, more and more with every breath.
It seemed I lay there for a lifetime, my eyes closed sometimes, open others, the dim light reflecting down from somewhere else in the cave not giving me much to see by. I felt him twitch in his sleep now and then, and blushed deeply when I felt his massive balls grind against my thigh. A plan was forming, a way to, hopefully ensure my safty. I didn't want to die, and so I wrapped my paws around his sheath and started to fondle it slowly, deciding being his bitch would be better than his next meal.