Theriomorphos: The Huntress Encounters a Wolfman

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<h3>It starts ...</h3>\ Your parents sent you out in the cool of the early autumn morning to gather herbs and edibles that could be dried and stored for the coming winter. Though you recently became an adult, you have yet to leave home, owing to your remote upbringing in your family's hunting cabin. You have very little knowledge of what lies beyond these woods, which are devoid of other people. Still, it's expected that after this winter, you will start the next season by venturing out to discover your own way. You carry a hunting knife and bow, a few arrows, and a basket for gathering. You wear well-fitted hide clothing, including a hood, belt, and boots, which keep out the chill and offer protection from animal bites, claws, and horns. You arrive at a familiar spot on the trail. While much of the forest is still a muted green, here the fall foliage is a beautiful mix of fiery colors. Continuing on the narrowing path would take you to well-known areas where your family hunts and gathers year round. Those areas are exhausted at this time of year. You will have to leave the trail to make this trip worthwhile. You may move deeper into the forest, which is where your parents asked you to go. Alternatively, you may head for the hillier country, where the forest thins and there are more caves. Your family rarely goes to the hills, but your parents would not object to you traveling there if you were seeking a more challenging trek. Proceed deeper [[into the forest.]] Proceed [[to the hills.]]

The deep forest is familiar to you. Traversing it is less physically demanding, and, due to your swift pace, you immediately begin finding and gathering useful plants and mushrooms. By noon, the chill is gone, and the intensifying sunlight pierces through the forest's thinning canopy. You rest briefly and consume the provisions you brought for your lunch. As is your habit, you will circle back now, taking a different route to return to the trail home by evening. Before pressing on, you notice the immediate area of the forest has become quiet. Considering the direction from which the quiet is strongest, you surmise something is approaching from your left. This also happens to be downwind. Ready your weapons and [[stand your ground.]] Head the opposite way, which happens to be the route [[back to the trail.]]

You drop your basket, prepare your bow, and plant your feet. Your keen eyes scan the area from which you are being stalked. It will take only a few seconds for you to find and strike a target if you detect it. The forest is becoming barer this time of year, narrowing where your stalker can be hiding. It's there, but you are met with silence. Whatever it is, it must fear you to some degree. [[Advance]]. The closer you get, the more likely you are to find a target, but the more exposed you become. [[Return to the trail. |back to the trail.]] See if it still wants to follow you now that it has seen your bow.

You begin the trek home. The quiet continues to trail you. You are being followed. You haven't heard so much as a twig snap. It is not careless. To move so stealthily and yet keep up with your stride likely means that whatever it is, it is faster than you. It could be waiting for an opportunity, which means it is clever as well. What if it is a man? All the way out here, though? Your heart flutters, and perhaps other parts of your lonely anatomy as well. How will you proceed? [[Gather.]] Bending over in front of some mysterious pursuer in the forest ... didn't you have a fantasy like this a few weeks ago? [[Evade.]] You will steadily quicken your pace to an endurance run.

You indulge the curiosity of your loins and disappoint the sensibility of your brain. What will happen if you go about your business as if nothing is following you? You stop at a fallen tree and begin sampling the fungus that grows upon it. You are bent and exposed. Your heart-shaped ass creates a lovely view for whatever is following you. Your brain is arguing with your body. This is crazy! What if some horny brigand is right now taking out his cock and stepping up behind you? Don't be stupid! More likely, it is a wolf, and any minute you'll hear its growling and be under attack. Your heart starts pounding when you catch a whiff of an unusual musky smell, mixed with something spicy and sweaty. As it dawns on you that this is similar to the smell of a wolf, your heart races. Before you can react, you are shoved from behind and fall face-first into the stump, dazing you. While your vision combats the blackness and flashing stars from the trauma of your faceplant, you are swiftly lifted over the fallen tree. As your arms drape on either side, your hands are tied together beneath it with your own belt, so that you are tightly hugging the log. Your hood hangs down over your eyes. Your posterior is raised, and your toes barely touch the ground. By the time you regain the ability to resist, you are no longer in a position to do so. The musky smell is now overpowering. It is not unpleasant, but it is alien to you and makes the moment even more frightening. You cannot see your attacker as it removes your boots and strips your pants, exposing your virginal slit and anus. It seems your attacker wants to take your virginity from you by force. [[Beg.|oral assault, gathering]] "Please, don't do this! I'm a virgin! Please, let me go!" [[Seduce.|oral assault, gathering]] "You don't have to do it this way. It will be much better if you let me join in." [[Threaten.|oral assault, gathering]] "You fool! My father is nearby. If you do anything to me, he will put an arrow through your throat."

Impregnation, nonconsensual "Pull out!" you cry. Over the years, you've heard your mother gasp it while she and your father made love, but you never thought you would be shouting it in fear. "Pull out!" you cry again. His response is to squeeze your hips more forcefully and lurch his body up. For the first time, he doesn't hold back. He strikes you at your most vulnerable point, sending a jolt of pleasure-pain through you. You are being flooded with his semen. One by one, warm, wet jets pour into you. Your pussy can't help but respond. It unleashes a torrent of orgasmic bliss, which collides with your fear of being inseminated. Your limbs spasm, and you groan in dreadful ecstasy. There is too much cum for your tight little cunny to contain. It sprays out in noisy spurts from the tightly stretched ring your vagina makes around his enormous canine cock. He remains on top of you, panting heavily. He begins nipping and licking at your neck while you twitch beneath him involuntarily. Tears pool at the corners of your eyes while you think about having been bred. After a minute, he slides out of you with a wet plop, and gushes of semen spurt loudly from your abused twat. Rivers of white streaked with your red virginal blood flow between your legs and pool on the forest floor. He stands up, and his giant phallus bounces back to life. You are astonished by this vision of hypermasculinity posing above you. He unties you from the tree but leaves your hands bound. He throws you over his thickly muscled back and begins heading for the hills. Your bound hands bounce off his toned rump as he carries you away. Ending: Dishonor before the Little Death Select this ending at the beginning of the sequel to continue your story.

Impregnation "Cum in me!" you cry. When your mother told you about sex, she said that a man puts his seed in you to make a baby. If you don't want a baby, he needs to spill his seed outside of you. You found the idea intensely arousing - a secret of life finally revealed. "Cum in me!" you cry again. Whether or not you really want his child, at this moment, you want his seed. The idea of him cumming in you is overwhelmingly arousing. His response is to squeeze your hips more forcefully and lurch his body up. For the first time, he doesn't hold back. He strikes you at your most vulnerable point, sending a jolt of pleasure-pain through you. You are being flooded with his semen. Warm, wet jets are pouring into you one by one. You adore the sensation, which creates a cascade of bliss as your orgasm washes over you. Your limbs spasm, and you groan in ecstasy. There is too much cum for your tight little cunny to contain. It sprays out in noisy spurts from the tightly stretched ring your vagina makes around his enormous canine cock. He remains on top of you, panting heavily, while he unbinds your hands. He moves his mouth over yours, and you part your lips to let him in. His wide tongue eagerly explores your mouth, and this forced coitus officially becomes a love-making session. You begin rubbing your hands down his rippling flanks, reveling in the feel of his velvety fur. You would love to stay locked together like this forever. After several minutes of intense tonguing, he slides out of you with a wet plop, and gushes of semen spurt loudly from your abused twat. Rivers of white streaked with your red virginal blood flow between your legs and pool on the forest floor. He stands up, and his giant phallus bounces back to life. You are entranced by this vision of hypermasculinity posing above you. He throws you over his thickly muscled back and begins heading for the hills. Your hands bounce off his toned rump as he carries you away. Ending: Wonder Bred Select this ending at the beginning of the sequel to continue your story.

With weapon ready, you gracefully begin to advance. Whatever it is, it can very likely see you. Regardless, you keep your approach quiet and careful. There, in the brush, is a darkness too solid to be a shadow cast by the surrounding vegetation. It is certainly as large as a full-grown man and perhaps bigger. [[Take the shot.]] You are guaranteed to hit, but you don't know what you will hit or what harm you will do. Call out to it in a [[demanding|Who's there]] voice, "Who's there? Show yourself or I'll shoot!" Call out to it in a [[friendly|Who's there]] voice, "Who's there? Come out, I won't hurt you."

You release an arrow at the center of the shadow, guaranteeing a hit. There is a sharp yelp followed by a pained rumbling. The shadow bursts from its hiding spot and bolts in the direction of the next nearest cover. At first, it appears to be a man clothed head to toe in thick, charcoal gray fur pelts. However, his motion confuses you. He pulls himself from hiding by gripping the ground and tossing back huge clods of earth while his legs spring and lengthen beyond what could be expected of a man. You can distinctly see a tail twitch above a muscled, furred backside. He's not wearing furs; he is furred. And you are sure it is male because of the tight, well-filled ballsack hanging between his pumping legs. You have another shot ready, but the creature is dodging through cover. No matter. You have hunted prey since you were a child. From doves to bears, you have brought down every type of animal this forest contains. This one cannot elude you. You quickly spot the blood trail. It confirms he is wounded. The speed of his escape and the noise he is making indicate he is desperate to put distance between you. If you do not keep the pressure on, he may be able to stop and treat his wound or find a place to ambush you. Then again, the creature is naked and does not appear to be armed. Can he even bandage himself? Go too fast, and you may exhaust yourself sooner than him. [[Pick up the pace.]] [[Maintain a steady pace. |Slow and steady]]

You pick up the pace. You catch a glimpse of him bounding up a rock outcropping. His body is objectively amazing. He is thickly muscled and broad-shouldered, yet he is also narrow-waisted and incredibly agile. He combines the raw strength of a beast with the climbing ability of a man, resulting in him propelling himself up the vertical face of the rocks as if they were laid out horizontally before him. His motions do not reveal his injury, so you still can't be sure what part of him you wounded. How do you feel watching this naked beastman demonstrating his perfect physique? [[Frightened. |The cliff]] What am I doing chasing him? What if he is leading me into a trap? [[Determined. |The cliff]] I know what I am doing. I am at my best when I am on the hunt, and this powerful brute is worthy prey. [[Aroused. |The cliff]] What a gorgeous, masculine body. It triggers all the right sensations of attraction. It could be mine, but would I go through with it? He isn't human after all. And I did shoot him.

You must decide whether to climb up after him or move uphill next to the rocks until you find an ascent that won't require you to drop your guard. [[Climb the rocks.]] He could be waiting for you at the top, but you don't want him to slip away while you search for a path up. [[Find a path instead. |Another path.]] If he is waiting for you at the top, you will be completely defenseless.

You swiftly locate a slope that doesn't require you to climb. You move sure-footed along the ridge until you reach the spot where the beastman crested. There is fresh blood on the ground. You discover your arrow, split in half and streaked with blood. It is a bit harder to figure out which direction he went from here. You surmise he is moving more cautiously now, which may be less of a tactic and more of a necessity if he has lost a lot of blood. You have sufficient skill to find his trail, and in a short time you catch a glimpse of him again rounding a cluster of pines. He is moving considerably slower. Whether he knows it or not, the hunt is over. His fate is up to you. [[Charge forward and finish him off. |Finish him off, fast hunt]] [[Keep a steady pace and follow until he drops. |Follow until he drops.]]

You deliver a lethal shot that pierces through his back and into his heart. He initially roars as the arrow enters, but it is cut short as a gush of blood enters his throat. He drops forward and hits the ground with the force of a fallen tree. As you approach, the intense musk of the wolfman assaults your nose. It is made even more powerful by the sweat pouring from him. His dark fur is wet with sweat and blood, and you detect a rusty smell beneath the musk. His physique is just as impressive up close. It requires the full force your leg can muster to flip him over with your boot. His face is canine, but strangely cute and youthful, almost puppy-like. His muzzle is shorter than a wolf's, with rounder, thicker teeth, a dark pink tongue, and a clay-red canine nose. His eyes are mostly closed, but you can see they are larger than a human's and brilliantly sky blue, surrounded by a significant amount of white like a human's would be. His feet are large wolf paws, his legs a fusion of human and wolf characteristics, but his enormous hands are more humanlike, with the exception of the black, claw-like nails. His chest and abdomen are a perfect wall of chiseled muscle covered uniformly in short fuzz that lets your eyes trace his contours down to the sheath at his crotch, which is as thick around as your upper arm and sits above two fist-sized orbs in a tight fur pouch. You spot the wound in his left flank where your first arrow struck. [[Take a trophy - his pelt. |his pelt.]] Practical proof. This will slow you down considerably. Take a trophy - [[his hand.|his hand.]] Terrifying proof. This can be done quickly. His genitals won't last as a trophy, but you have a perverse desire to [[explore them|Outraging the corpse]]. [[Leave him alone. |Leave the corpse hills]] Go find your basket and head home before it gets dark.

Necro You run your hands over the orbs at his crotch. They are firm and heavy, but the fur is incredibly soft. It occurs to you that his scrotum would make an excellent pouch. Gripping the sheath, you are able to make his penis protrude with a good squeeze, but no more than a few inches are revealed. His cock is blood red, canine in appearance, and covered with a delicate mesh of purple veins. It is completely animalistic and carries the intense, peculiar scent of this beast. [[Curiosity sated, |Chickening Out(rage)]] you look away from his genitals. [[Curiosity piqued |Curiosity piqued.]] ... you want more. You begin working his sheath until you can see his cock in its full glory.

You roughly squeeze his sheath until his full member bursts out. As long as your forearm and half over as thick, there is a ridge running down its rounded length. At the base is a huge knot as thick around as your knee. It would destroy a human vagina. Your ministrations have woken the wolfman's reproductive organ, which doesn't yet seem to know the rest of him is dead. [[Maybe just a taste. |Just a taste]] [[This is too much |Chickening Out(rage)]] ... I need to stop.

Necro, blowjob You bring the head of his cock to your lips and work the tip of your tongue into his pee hole. It has a gamey, unusual taste and the smell of urine and sweat. You feel wetness spreading in your crotch as you begin tracing your tongue up and down the length of his shaft, savoring its flavor and breathing in its musky scent. You have never been more aroused in your life. You need this cock. Your nose rests at the base of his shaft, the hair of his balls tickling your nostrils and carrying his scent directly into your brain, making you giddy. [[Time to get crazy. |Go all the way]] You want this magnificent cock inside you. [[Better (k)not |Chickening Out(rage)]] ... you aren't losing your virginity to a dead wolfman!

Necro, vaginal You swiftly remove your pants. The crisp autumn air only makes you more aware of the fire in your crotch, spreading up through your belly and down your trembling legs. Excitement makes your normally graceful motions almost comical, if what you are doing wouldn't be considered horrifying by nearly every human on the planet. You straddle the wolfman's torso, facing his cock. His downy soft belly fur feels divine between your legs and you glide over it a few times before realizing you don't want to lose any more lubrication from your pussy lips. You're going to need it for what you plan to do next. You maneuver the tip of his cock to your opening. His tip is oddly pointed, almost like a small curved finger springing from his girth, rather than the blunt bell head of a man. You play with yourself, using his tip to send tiny jolts of pleasure through your body. Then you start probing yourself with his shaft. The experience is confusing. It is a rising pleasure with each furtive penetration, followed by a sharp pain and a dreadful emptiness when his cock is removed to stop the pain. You become more bold but can't get the nerve to face the pain. Your desperation mounts, and you change angles repeatedly, trying to find a way to get the massive cock into your tiny pussy. Finally, your clumsy excitement leads to a mistake, and you drop down on the monster cock while it is nearly vertical, impaling your twat on its first six inches in a moment of terror and agony. You scream and try to jump away, but you lose your balance and just end up coming back down upon the monster. You groan as your knees buckle and a burning hot fire spreads through your pelvis. For the first time, you realize how wide you have been spread - practically split open. Your virginal blood can be seen running down the beast's cock, which is so long that the blood has yet to reach its base. You are insane. This is terrifying. But you want more. You force yourself up and down on the cock, sheathing it within you again and again. The pain is first overcome by the thrill, then the mounting pleasure. You are fucking yourself on this beastman's giant member, and you have never been in such ecstasy. You spin yourself around to face his chest, letting his cock lie down horizontally with you. This becomes a much more satisfying posture, running your hands over his muscled torso, breathing in his scent, feeling his fur on your face while you slide down over his stiff cock again and again. Your first orgasm arrives and is announced with your repeated cries of, "Yes ... gods yes!" And yet, as soon as the first wave passes, you begin pistoning again, riding him to a second crescendo. This one ends a bit differently, though. As your second climax arrives, you are paralyzed by an unexpected sensation. The monster cock is twitching and spasming within you. Then it begins to weaken and retreat, pulling back from your aggressive, demanding fucking. Examining the retreating pole, you see that it is trailed by a river of white slime. This dead beast came inside you! You have been [[inseminated |Inseminated posthumously]] by the monster you slew.

You follow the steady incline to the hills, pausing occasionally to gather useful herbs and fungi. As the forest thins and rocky outcroppings become more common, you begin to feel the exertion required on this route. The pickings become scarcer, and you must step up the pace of your search if you want this hike to yield as much as the deep forest would. Still, you enjoy the challenge as the morning wears on and you reach the first cave. Given the overgrowth, you don't have to worry that a large animal has made a den here. While collecting what you can from the entrance, you realize the passage deeper into the cave is filled with dirt. You press on. The morning warms up, and the trees steadily become further apart as you proceed. You arrive at a steep, rocky outcropping and must make a decision. For another challenge, you can tie the basket up and sling it over your back as you [[climb the cliff.]] Or you can walk along the base of the ridge until you [[find a slope]] you can ascend on foot.

To push yourself even further, you bundle up the basket and head straight for the ridge. You skillfully navigate your way up, cautiously at first, but once you realize your own capabilities far exceed this challenge, you pick up the pace and stretch yourself in an attempt to excel. Once at the top, you are a bit winded but invigorated at the same time. Taking the time to unfasten your gear, you start to feel overly hot in the unobstructed sunlight at the top of the hill. You are perspiring quite a bit. Remove your vest and unbutton your shirt to [[cool down.]] [[Proceed further into the hills.]]

You remove your hide vest and place it on your basket. You unbutton your shirt and enjoy the cool breeze across your sweat-dampened chest. Your nipples become erect and sensitive to the touch of your shirt. The beautiful curves of your breasts are revealed at the center of your chest and slowly heave as you catch your breath. A man would love the tantalizing sight of this young huntress in partial undress. [[Play with your nipples.]] Enough rest. Bundle back up and [[move on. |Proceed further into the hills.]]

You trace your fingers lightly over your nipples and appreciate their erect firmness contrasted with the smooth, soft skin of your substantial breasts. In the past couple of years, your breasts have become progressively fuller and are now twice a handful for you and more than one for a man. Without your vest, they are a bit unwieldy and can get in the way of more mechanical tasks. But they feel fantastic right now, and the gentle squeezing and tugging at your nipples has begun to dampen your crotch. Might as well give [[your clit]] some attention. Enough, can't waste more time on self-pleasure; there is work to be done. Bundle back up and [[proceed further into the hills.|Proceed further into the hills.]]

One hand remains at your nipple while the other snakes down the front of your pants and parts your pussy lips. You are damper than you realized, not just from your arousal but from the sweat of your climb. You spread some moisture on your clit and begin stimulating yourself with a combination of gentle pressure and vibration. You only recently began to explore yourself this way. Sometimes you'd wake up in the middle of the night humping your hand and realize your parents could probably hear what you were doing. You decided you needed to relieve yourself occasionally while out in nature, just to spare you all the embarrassment of nighttime dream masturbation. What dream did you awaken to last? It will be the inspiration you need to finish your current task. [[A burly woodsman]], muscled and masculine. [[A gorgeous huntress]], like yourself. [[Your daddy]], so handsome and kind. [[A wolf]], a rutting animal. Transforming into a [[woman with a big dick]].

Dream, vanilla In your dream, you follow the sound of wood being chopped and arrive at a felled tree. You find a woodsman, a foot taller than you, naked to the waist, with a broad, smooth back rippling with glistening muscles. Rhythmically, he raises his ax and brings it down again and again as he prepares firewood, which is stacked to his right as high as the wall of a house. After a few moments, he brings the axe across his shoulders to rest. Before he resumes, he flexes against the axe, and his pants drop down a bit, revealing a cute, smooth, toned butt. You gasp in both arousal and amusement, but try to hush yourself while his head slowly cranes around to see you. As he turns, his face is suddenly near yours, and you marvel at his emerald eyes. He smiles devilishly with full lips and gestures down with his eyes. His falling pants halfway reveal his thickening cock, straining to escape his belt. He runs his thumb down across his tuft of jet black pubic hair and grips his cock to bring it out to play. Next, you are entwined in his arms, and his fully erect manhood is pressing into your crotch. You begin kissing passionately, exploring each other's mouths. You nibble on his soft lower lip, and then he nibbles on your earlobe. He thrusts into your pelvis again and again, and you become so frustrated and desperate for him to penetrate you that both of your hands leave the embrace and begin fumbling for his dick, trying to show the stupid thing what you want it to do. At that moment, you awoke from your dream. But in this moment, he found you and impaled you on his girth. He then lifted you off the ground with both hands cupping your ass cheeks, and he began bouncing you up and down on his shaft until you reached a shuddering climax. [[The daydream ends |Looking down]] and you hear something moving at the base of the cliff.

Dream, incest, blowjob, vaginal Your father is a kind, patient man. He is soft-spoken and of few words, but incredibly masculine and confident. He always seems sure of what to do next and moves deliberately and with precision. Even in middle age, he can outrun you, but he doesn't. He has no need to show off or make you feel dependent on him. He makes you feel loved and cherished, and you long to be totally enveloped in his arms, as you were when you were a little girl. But you are a woman now, and you can understand the way your mother bends to his touch. You understand why she followed him into this wilderness and left her old life behind. You've spent your whole life watching these lovers woo one another subtly during the day and then listening to them lose themselves in ecstasy at night. You are certain your last dream happened on one of those moan-filled nights. In your dream, your mother had climaxed while making love and then gone into the common room, stretched out naked upon a bear pelt, and fallen asleep. She left your father unsatisfied, and he called her name longingly several times (which he was probably doing while he plowed her in the waking world). You went to his bedroom and found him sprawled on the bed, his towering erection casting a shadow that pointed in your direction in the moonlight. You walked in the shadow of his manhood and dropped your nightgown to the floor. You were completely naked as you crawled onto the bed, up between his hairy legs, and pressed your face to the base of his cock, your chin resting on his balls. He moaned softly, and you began to lick up his shaft. He called your mother's name again. You took the head of his cock into your mouth and began working the shaft with both hands. You took his length impossibly deep down your throat, and you had the sensation you were swallowing his entire manhood. His strong hand guided the back of your head as he started pumping your throat. His pace quickened, and the bed started to creak. Suddenly, he withdrew and picked you up as if you were light as a child's doll, tossing you onto the bed and then pressing his full weight down upon you. You reveled in the skin-on-skin contact from head to foot. His fat cock began pummeling your groin, searching for your pussy. Your hands grasped for his penis unsuccessfully, desperately trying to get him inside you. "Daddy!" you groaned. "Daddy." And then he called you by your name, and you woke from your dream, your hands in your crotch. This time, however, Daddy found your pussy and buried himself inside you while you reached a shuddering climax around your father's impressive manhood. [[The daydream ends |Looking down]] and you hear something moving at the base of the cliff.

After pulling your slick fingers from your twat, you spin around and look down into the direction of the sound. What you see below you is either a fantasy or a nightmare, but it appears to be an impossibility. It is a creature half-man and half-wolf. From this angle, you can make out his heavily muscled chest and back, but his lower half is obscured. What draws your attention most are his huge, sky-blue eyes and the humanlike whites around them. They are entirely fixated on you. Pointed canine ears stand alert atop his head. His fur is charcoal gray, and he has a clay-red wolf's nose at the end of a short muzzle. Your mind turns back to your own state in that moment. With your shirt agape, your breasts and nipples are exposed to his gaze. Your pants are slightly open at the top. You are unarmed and have seconds to react. The wolfman raises powerful furred arms with incredibly large, humanoid hands topped with black claw-like nails. He starts swiftly scaling the ridge in a most un-wolflike way. Grab your bow and [[shoot down]]. [[Grab your hunting knife]] and give yourself the option to stab him as he crests the ridge. [[Wait for him]] with no intention of violence.

You scurry to get your bow and arrows and prepare to shoot as soon as you return to the edge. Gazing and aiming down simultaneously, you see his head just feet below you as his right hand grabs the top of the ridge and he begins to haul himself up. You release the arrow and barely perceive it grazing down his furry back before watching it bury itself in the soft soil below the cliff. He doesn't even flinch but crests the top while lunging in your direction, pushing you backwards with his shoulder. You stumble but remain on your feet. You are now face-to-face with the creature. Up close, his canine face is strangely cute and youthful, almost puppy-like. His muzzle is shorter than a wolf's. He breathes heavily through it, revealing his teeth to be rounder and thicker than a wolf's. He has a large, pink canine tongue. He rises from his crouch. His legs are much more like a wolf's than a man's, with hocks and massive canine hindfeet with claws. He is completely naked. His chest and abdomen are a perfect wall of chiseled muscle covered uniformly in short fuzz that lets your eyes trace his contours down to the sheath at his crotch, which is as thick around as your upper arm and sits above two fist-sized orbs in a tight fur pouch. The blood-red tip of his penis is poking out from his sheath and rising. [[Draw your knife. |Draw your knife late.]] [[Stand your ground and show no fear.]] [[Run.]]

You deftly draw your hunting knife, and he deftly seizes your arms, preventing you from striking him with it. [[Struggle to get away.]] [[Kick him in his sack.]] [[Freeze.]]

Your knee meets his crotch. Yours is the oldest trick in the book, and his is one of the classic blunders. Either he wasn't expecting you to play dirty or he doesn't read. His sky blue eyes and puppy dog face become comically sad and pained for a moment before he howls in agony and lets go of your arms while cupping his wounded pride with both hands. [[Put your knife through his throat. |throat kill]] [[Put your knife to his throat.]] [[Try to comfort him.]]

You expertly send your hunting knife up into his neck, cutting short his pained howl as a gush of blood enters his throat. He drops forward and hits the ground with the force of a fallen tree. The rusty smell of blood mixes with his musky canine scent. You stand above the strange creature, the victorious huntress, your breasts heaving as a stray cool breeze rustles your clothes. It is unbelievable. Take a trophy - [[his pelt.]] Practical proof of your encounter. This will slow you down considerably. Take a trophy - [[his hand.]] Terrifying proof of your encounter. This can be done quickly. His genitals won't last as a trophy, but you have a perverse desire to [[explore them. |Outraging the corpse]] [[Leave him alone.|Leave him alone.]] Gather your things and head home before it gets dark.

You crouch down and draw your blade. You hear him making incredibly swift progress up the ridge toward your position. His massive clawed hand crests the top and grips the edge. He starts to pull himself up. Drive your knife [[into his hand.]] Once his head clears the top, put your knife [[into his neck.]] Once his head clears the top, put your knife [[to his throat.]]

You straighten your back and hold your head up. You stare directly into his eyes and keep your face stern and determined. Your body cooperates with your countenance, and you manage not to quail in the face of the beastman. His expressive eyes lock on yours, and he begins to match your posture. At full height, he is over a foot and a half taller than you and more than twice as broad in the shoulders. You are struck by his unusual musky odor, like a wolf but with a somewhat smoky, spicy scent. His face is less expressive than his eyes, but you detect a kind of human smile spreading through his muzzle. Slowly, while maintaining eye contact with you, he begins to crouch and lean slightly to the side while staying in front of you. You are looking down upon him now and feel almost mesmerized by his objectively lovely eyes. Suddenly, he jerks forward and plants his muzzle directly into your crotch. He inhales so deeply that your pants are pulled up slightly off of your skin. He must have been attracted by the smell of your self-pleasuring. This is wrong! [[Swat his head away.]] He wants me! This is weirdly arousing. [[Pet his head.]]

Having this virile, horny wolfman entranced by the scent of your pussy sends a tingling sensation up through your crotch and into your belly. You decide to reciprocate the interest by gently running your hand across his head, petting him like a domestic dog. His eyes close, and he begins to sway his muzzle around a bit, creating friction against the lips of your cunny that causes you to twitch uncontrollably in excitement. Your petting becomes more forceful as you press him deeper into your crotch, enjoying the pressure. His large, hybrid hands move up to your pants and prepare to pull them down. [[That's enough!|Swat his head away.]] [[Let him.|let him petting]]

Your parents listen with growing alarm as you describe your encounter with the wolfman. Your mother rushes forward to determine if you are feverish and checks you for a head wound. She clearly thinks you have hallucinated the entire event. Your father is silent, but his eyes express shock, horror, and belief. You gather from his reaction that he is not unfamiliar with what you are describing. Your mother realizes as much and asks him what he knows about this. He delivers his response in a deep, clipped command. "We must leave tomorrow morning at first light. Gather only what you need to reach Iarnben. We are no longer safe here." When your mother protests, he promises to explain along the way. While you and your mother prepare to travel, your father starts moving valuable supplies into his stash spots in the woods. He declines help and pleads with you both to stay indoors. The next day's trek proceeds at an unusually brisk pace. Your father frequently scouts ahead, leaving you and your mother to catch up. Though you could probably keep up with him, he asks that you stay with your mother and be ready to defend yourselves. As evening approaches, you arrive at Muddybranch River to find it swollen and moving swiftly. Your father returns from his latest scouting and informs you that the rope bridge across is gone, so you must divert your course further downstream until you can find a safer crossing. As evening falls, your father chooses a crossing spot that provokes a worried look from your mother. In the fading light, her eyes show you are sharing the same thought. This spot is more placid but will still require a swim. He must be desperate to cross the river tonight. You cross on your own, carrying your mother's supplies. Although the water was only up to your waist near the shores, the middle of the crossing required you to swim. Your father stays with your mother as they cross together. He does not let go of her. You set up camp and keep a small fire, barely sufficient to dry the wet clothes you must change out of. As you huddle by the campfire, shivering, you recall your father's promise to explain on the journey.However, you have never seen your parents look so frail as in this moment. He would not be able to explain over his chattering teeth, even if he wanted to. He presses you both to eat as much as you can before going to bed. He says he will take the first watch and wake you when it is your turn. You have never been on guard in all the years you have camped with your parents. Your sleep is fitful and freezing, and an uncertain number of hours after having gone to bed, you are awakened by your father calling you and your mother to run. The massive shadow of a wolfman is kicking out the remnants of your tiny campfire. You hear your father struggling in the darkness, then a thud and thrashing as he struggles with an attacker on the ground. The meager moonlight straining through the forest canopy is not sufficient for you to make out where your attackers are, but their peculiar musky scent pervades the area, heavily mixed with a smell like human sweat. You grab for your knife and find an enormous furred hand instead. Another pair of hands seizes your arms and pulls them behind your back while lifting you off the ground. Your mother is calling your name, then your father's. She is terrified and dazed, though apparently unharmed. Leather straps are wound around your wrists and ankles. Then you are cradled in the powerfully muscled, furry arms of a wolfman as he rapidly carries you off from the camp. Soon, he is flanked by two other wolfmen moving at astonishing speed. You feel something red hot, thick, and pointed occasionally bob upwards and strike your backside as your abductors carry you away into the night. Ending: Stranger than Fiction Select this ending at the beginning of the sequel to continue your story.

You conceal the event. Your parents are stoic people, and they do not press for information. Your mother encourages you to eat and rest, suggesting she thinks you are ill. Your father examines what you brought back and prepares to preserve it for the winter. His only response is, "A good find." He thanks you. The next morning, your parents go out gathering, leaving you at home with chores. You wonder if they will find the corpse, and if so, what you will say to them when they return. As dusk approaches, you hear wolves howling in the distance, and instantly your encounter returns to your mind. Your parents return laden with foraged supplies and in a chipper mood. You all turn in early that night, and you drift into a dreamless sleep. You awaken some hours later with a massive, clawed hand pressed over your mouth, while other, equally strong hands restrain your limbs and lift you from your bed. Bound in leather straps, you are silently passed through your window into the waiting arms of a creature whose kind you have encountered before. Cradled in his powerful furred arms, you feel something red hot, thick, and pointed occasionally bob upwards and strike your backside as your abductors carry you away into the night. Ending: Imperfect Strangers Select this ending at the beginning of the sequel to continue your story.

It takes hours to skin the wolfman and get his pelt into a condition you can carry home. It is incredibly heavy and unwieldy. You also save his scrotum, which could make an excellent pouch (which, technically, it already was.) You slowly begin to head back. Your trudging pace means it takes you well into darkness until you can find the trail home. You cannot carry both the pelt and your basket, so you will need to return another time and hope no animal has already looted your efforts. Your worried parents come out to greet you. They smell your trophy before they see it. Your mother fetches a torch, and your father quips, "I take it you found no mushrooms." As the torch is brought toward you, your parents look somewhat dismayed at your blood-spattered face, which is pained and exhausted from the hike. Your father unrolls the pelt, takes the torch from your mother, and waves it slowly above your trophy. They are silent for a long time, obviously unfamiliar with the beast that could fit such a pelt. Finally, your mother asks, "What is it?" [['"A wolf,"'|"A wolf."]] you reply. [['"A wolfman,"' |(END) Pelt as proof.]] you reply. [['"A mushroom,"'|"A mushroom."]] you reply.

Your mother huffs in disbelief, "That size? It's a monster of a thing!" Your father does not respond. His face is concealed in shadow, but his free hand is repeatedly tracing the contours where the arms once were. He shakes his head no. In a hushed voice, he asks, "Tell me what happened." [[Tell the story of your encounter with the wolfman. |(END) Pelt as proof.]] [[Withhold your story. |(END) hide your story, proof.]]

Your parents listen with growing alarm as you describe your encounter with the wolfman. Your mother rushes forward to determine if you are wounded. Your father is silent, but in the dim light of the torch, you can tell his eyes express shock, horror, and belief. You gather from his reaction that he is not unfamiliar with what you are describing. Your mother realizes as much and asks him what he knows about this. He delivers his response in a deep, clipped command. "We must leave tomorrow morning at first light. Gather only what you need to reach Iarnben. We are no longer safe here." When your mother protests, he promises to explain along the way. While you and your mother prepare to travel, your father starts moving valuable supplies into his stash spots in the woods. He declines help and pleads with you both to stay indoors. He buries the wolfman's pelt at the side of your cabin and piles firewood on top of the spot. The next day's trek proceeds at an unusually brisk pace. Your father frequently scouts ahead, leaving you and your mother to catch up. Though you could probably keep up with him, he asks that you stay with your mother and be ready to defend yourselves. As evening approaches, you arrive at Muddybranch River to find it swollen and moving swiftly. Your father returns from his latest scouting and informs you that the rope bridge across is gone, so you must divert your course further downstream until you can find a safer crossing. As evening falls, your father chooses a crossing spot that provokes a worried look from your mother. In the fading light, her eyes show you are sharing the same thought. This spot is more placid but will still require a swim. He must be desperate to cross the river tonight. You cross on your own, carrying your mother's supplies. Although the water was only up to your waist near the shores, the middle of the crossing required you to swim. Your father stays with your mother as they cross together. He does not let go of her. You set up camp and keep a small fire, barely sufficient to dry the wet clothes you must change out of. As you huddle by the campfire, shivering, you recall your father's promise to explain on the journey. However, you have never seen your parents look so frail as in this moment. He would not be able to explain over his chattering teeth, even if he wanted to. He presses you both to eat as much as you can before going to bed. He says he will take the first watch and wake you when it is your turn. You have never been on guard in all the years you have camped with your parents. Your sleep is fitful and freezing, and an uncertain number of hours after having gone to bed, you are awakened by your father calling you and your mother to run. The massive shadow of a wolfman is kicking out the remnants of your tiny campfire. You hear your father struggling in the darkness, then a thud and thrashing as he struggles with an attacker on the ground. The meager moonlight straining through the forest canopy is not sufficient for you to make out where your attackers are, but their peculiar musky scent pervades the area, heavily mixed with a smell like human sweat. You grab for your knife and find an enormous furred hand instead. Another pair of hands seizes your arms and pulls them behind your back while lifting you off the ground. Your mother is calling your name, then your father's. She is terrified and dazed, though apparently unharmed. Leather straps are wound around your wrists and ankles. Then you are cradled in the powerfully muscled, furry arms of a wolfman as he rapidly carries you off from the camp. Soon, he is flanked by two other wolfmen moving at astonishing speed. You feel something red hot, thick, and pointed occasionally bob upwards and strike your backside as your abductors carry you away into the night. Ending: Stranger than Fiction Select this ending at the beginning of the sequel to continue your story.

You brush aside the question and proceed to the back of the cabin to fetch water to clean up with. You are hit with a wave of exhaustion that makes it a struggle just to keep upright. Over the sound of splashing water, you can hear your parents discussing your trophy. Your mother is animated and increasingly alarmed. Your father speaks more softly and deliberately, but his replies do not decrease her agitation. She comes around the house to find you. "Your father says we are leaving tomorrow at first light for Iarnben. He says it isn't safe here anymore, and that beast has something to do with it. Get some sleep. I will get your gear together, and I hope tomorrow morning you will be kind enough to tell me what happened." You collapse into your bed and are overtaken by a dreamless sleep. In the morning, you find that your father has buried the pelt at the side of your house and stacked firewood above it. He spent the night concealing valuable supplies in his stashes near your cabin. The next day's trek proceeds at an unusually brisk pace. Your father frequently scouts ahead, leaving you and your mother to catch up. Though you could probably keep up with him, he asks that you stay with your mother and be ready to defend yourselves. As evening approaches, you arrive at Muddybranch River to find it swollen and moving swiftly. Your father returns from his latest scouting and informs you that the rope bridge across is gone, so you must divert your course further downstream until you can find a safer crossing. As evening falls, your father chooses a crossing spot that provokes a worried look from your mother. In the fading light, her eyes show you are sharing the same thought. This spot is more placid but will still require a swim. He must be desperate to cross the river tonight. You cross on your own, carrying your mother's supplies. Although the water was only up to your waist near the shores, the middle of the crossing required you to swim. Your father stays with your mother as they cross together. He does not let go of her. You set up camp and keep a small fire, barely sufficient to dry the wet clothes you must change out of. As you huddle together, shivering by the campfire, you realize that you have never seen your parents look so frail as in this moment. Even if you wanted to tell your story now, they couldn't hear it over their chattering teeth. Your father presses you both to eat as much as you can before going to bed. He says he will take the first watch and wake you when it is your turn. You have never been on guard in all the years you have camped with your parents. Your sleep is fitful and freezing, and an uncertain number of hours after having gone to bed, you are awakened by your father calling you and your mother to run. The massive shadow of a wolfman is kicking out the remnants of your tiny campfire. You hear your father struggling in the darkness, then a thud and thrashing as he struggles with an attacker on the ground. The meager moonlight straining through the forest canopy is not sufficient for you to make out where your attackers are, but their peculiar musky scent pervades the area, heavily mixed with a smell like human sweat. You grab for your knife and find an enormous furred hand instead. Another pair of hands seizes your arms and pulls them behind your back while lifting you off the ground. Your mother is calling your name, then your father's. She is terrified and dazed, though apparently unharmed. Leather straps are wound around your wrists and ankles. Then you are cradled in the powerfully muscled, furry arms of a wolfman as he rapidly carries you off from the camp. Soon, he is flanked by two other wolfmen moving at astonishing speed. You feel something red hot, thick, and pointed occasionally bob upwards and strike your backside as your abductors carry you away into the night. Ending: Stranger than Fiction Select this ending at the beginning of the sequel to continue your story.

Dream, besti, cunnilingus, vaginal In your dream, you have left your home on a freezing cold night to relieve yourself in the woods. You hike up your nightgown and squat down, exposing your virgin pussy. Your breath steams in the moonlight, and soon another whisp of steam rises from your urine as it splashes into the shallow hole in the ground beneath you. As you begin to relax, you hear a lapping sound coming from beneath you. Your pee stream sounds interrupted, though you haven't finished. You see a large, canine tongue darting between your legs and pulling your urine into an unseen mouth. Your throat closes involuntarily, and your body tenses up. You inadvertently hold your urine, and the tongue licks upward, trying to chase the lessening stream. The hot, wet tongue sloppily begins stroking your pussy lips and brushes across your clit. You can feel a furry muzzle pressing on the space between your pussy and bum, and occasionally the fearsome wet cold of a canine nose sends a shock through you as it glances off your naked privates. Suddenly, the tongue is gone, and you feel two paws jump up on your shoulders, forcing you to fall forward with your posterior pointing toward the sky. When you try to pull yourself up, you get a sharp nip to the back of your head and a growl. Then a red-hot, pointed wolf cock begins poking at your vagina, seeking to sheath itself in you. It is drooling wet slime across your pussy, preparing you in case your body could not figure out what was about to happen and get ready for a visitor. The wolf's cock probes and teases, but doesn't find your cunny. It pounds around your twat and sends ripples of pleasure through your pelvis, while your pussy almost seems to be opening like a mouth waiting for a spoon that just won't cooperate. Fear and uncertainty are replaced with frustrated yearning. Finally, you reach between your legs and try to take hold of the beast's cock to guide it inside you. In your dream, that is when you woke up, furiously masturbating in your sleep. But in this daydream, the wolf's magnificent cock pierces your nethers and then fills you completely while your pussy shudders to a delightful climax around the canine's generous endowment. [[The daydream ends |Looking down]] and you hear something moving at the base of the cliff.

"A mushroom," you reply, playing off your father's quip. Your mother stifles a giggle that slowly transitions to a small groan of disbelief. Your father does not respond. His face is concealed in shadow, but his free hand is repeatedly tracing the contours where the arms once were. He shakes his head no. In a hushed voice, he asks, "Tell me what happened." [[Tell the story of your encounter with the wolfman. |(END) Pelt as proof.]] [[Withhold your story. |(END) hide your story, proof.]]

Dream, lesbian, cunnilingus In your dream, you follow the sound of a female voice, mixing an alluring hum with an occasional quiet verse you cannot make out. You are in the forest in early summer, heading toward the river with fishing gear. Approaching the source, you catch sight of a different kind of fish. Bathing in the river is a young woman, approximately your age. Her ebony black hair cascades down her back and stops just above her perfect, heart-shaped behind. It is plump but pert, and it contrasts perfectly with her narrow waist. Her breasts are so full that you can see the ripe orbs peeking out from either side of her as she raises her arms and lets water cupped in her hands sprinkle down upon her head. She laughs musically and then begins wringing out her hair. Slowly, she turns to face you as if she knew you would be coming. She crosses her arms over her breasts while she tends to her long hair. She gives you a beaming, joyous smile. You lay down your gear next to hers on the river bank. Each item is a duplicate of your own. You strip while her eyes explore your flesh. She bites her full, lower lip and twists her hips seductively. You slide into the water and move face-to-face with the young lady. You close your eyes and kiss her deeply while you cup one of her breasts and she strokes your hip. You bring your lips to her left nipple and begin to suckle and lick it teasingly. She lets out a sharp inhalation and then moans. She presses the back of your head to let you know that this is what she wants. Her excitement mounts, and she brings a hand down to part your pussy lips and explore your sex. Moments later, her face is in your crotch, which is just at the surface of the water. Her jet-black hair floats in ripples above her shoulders. She is lightly tonguing your folds and using her fingers to tickle your clit. Both your hands grip her head and urge her to redouble her efforts, but you just can't quite increase the stimulation. In your dream, that is when you awoke with your fingers in your frustrated twat. In your daydream, the gorgeous huntress has a tongue that is everywhere you need it to be at just the right moment. With it, she sings her song through your climax. [[The daydream ends |Looking down]] and you hear something moving at the base of the cliff.

Dream, dickgirl In your dream, you are on the hunt but need to stop to relieve yourself. You find a spot and start to take down your pants, only to feel resistance and a bit of pain at your crotch. Looking down, you see a ridge of flesh jutting from your pubic mound. It is pinched by your belt, requiring you to loosen the belt further. When your pants finally drop, you are staring at a fat, 6-inch, soft, uncut cock. A thick vein runs down the front of it, with feint ridges of veins stretching away. You place your hand beneath it and lift it, discovering it to be heavy and floppy, like a sleeping limb. But it does not stay asleep for long. Instantly, it starts to throb, thicken, and stretch. Just looking at it grow makes you aroused, and the more aroused you become, the bigger it gets. It's not long before your rod is straining at full attention and the head of your foot-long club is jutting from your foreskin like a rubbery bell. Your cock is as thick around as your forearm and rigidly swings as you take a few steps back, trying to find a comfortable spot to sit. Your bare ass settles on some soft dry leaves, and your dick juts even higher as two plum-sized testicles are pressed under the ground beneath you. You bring both hands to your shaft and begin exploring its length. A current of pleasure shoots up from your crotch into your abdomen. The stimulation makes you long to bury this monster in someone, but failing that, you decide the next best thing is for you to bring your lips to it. The fantasy cock is flexible and bendable. You easily curve it up to your mouth and begin suckling the head. Your tongue explores the slit and can descend oddly deep into it. You begin thrusting up into your mouth but can't quite make this work. Your arousal becomes frustrating, and, in your dream, this is when you awoke with your hands feverishly assaulting your crotch. In your daydream, however, you worked the cock with both hands and fucked your mouth until your cock delivered its sweet, gooey cream between your waiting lips. What does cum taste like, anyway? [[The daydream ends |Looking down]] and you hear something moving at the base of the cliff.

You keep a steady pace and remain alert for an ambush. Occasionally, you spy a drop of blood or a bit of broken foliage that confirms you are on the right trail. To a lesser degree, you can use your nose for confirmation as well. You detect a faint musky scent now and again that reminds you of a wolf, which tells you he is not far ahead. You arrive at a rocky outcropping, a cliff about six times your height. A streak of dried blood stains a rock about halfway up. The beast actually managed to scale this obstacle in spite of its wound. What is this thing that has such animal endurance and speed but can climb like a human? Sticking to your plan of an endurance hunt, you proceed along the base of the rocks, looking for a way up. You swiftly locate a slope that doesn't require you to climb. You move sure-footed along the ridge until you reach the spot where the beastman crested. There is fresh blood on the ground. You discover your arrow, split in half and streaked with blood. It is a bit harder to figure out which direction he went from here. You surmise he is moving more cautiously now, which may be less of a tactic and more of a necessity if he has lost a lot of blood. You find his trail leading to a stony area where the forest ends. At this spot, however, you still have not completely left the forest behind. Across a pale, beige boulder, you see another streak of blood, this one fresh. Heavy panting can be heard low to the ground. The scent of the creature becomes overpowering. It is strangely spicy, and though it smells like a wolf, it also smells like human sweat and blood. Instinctively, you move to a higher position to get a clear shot of the other side of the boulder. Your injured prey is in full view. The creature is an astonishing hybrid of man and wolf. He sits with his back against the boulder, his chest heaving. It appears he had crouched there to rest and lacked the strength to stand back up. His face is canine, but strangely cute and youthful, almost puppy-like. His muzzle is shorter than a wolf's, with rounder, thicker teeth, a dark pink tongue, and a clay-red canine nose. His eyes are slightly closed, but you can see they are larger than a human's and brilliantly sky blue, surrounded by a significant amount of white like a human's eyes would be. His feet are large wolf paws, his legs a fusion of human and wolf characteristics, but his enormous hands are more humanlike, with the exception of the black, claw-like nails. His chest and abdomen are a perfect wall of chiseled muscle covered uniformly in short fuzz that lets your eyes trace his contours down to the sheath at his crotch, which is as thick around as your upper arm and sits above two fist-sized orbs in a tight fur pouch. You spot the wound in his left flank where your first arrow struck. Looking at this dying wolfman is an unusual and otherworldly experience in many ways. Though you have tracked animals you have wounded and found them in such a state, this creature's eyes display human intelligence and awareness of your role in its fate. His eyes do not show fear; they do not plead with you or despise you. They look sad and resigned. What does he see in your eyes? [[Pity. |Deciding his fate]] Now that you can see the intelligence in his eyes, you believe that hunting him was the wrong choice. But what can you do? [[Satisfaction. |Deciding his fate]] You are the victor in a fantastical encounter from a moonlit campfire story. And you get to choose the ending. [[Arousal. |Deciding his fate]] You have achieved total dominance over this gorgeous, masculine body. It's your trophy now. [[Disgust. |Deciding his fate]] He is a brute animal and a weakling, a monstrous abomination. It is only proper that you get to decide his fate.

The hunt is over, and you are resolved ... [[Finish him off. |Finish him off, slow hunt]] [[Give him aid. |Give him aid 2.]] [[Leave him be. |Let him go.]]

You deliver a lethal shot that pierces through his chest and into his heart. He grunts as the arrow enters, and a gush of blood spews from his mouth. He slides over gently and lands on his left side. Take a trophy - [[his pelt. |his pelt.]] Practical proof. This will slow you down considerably. Take a trophy - [[his hand.|his hand.]] Terrifying proof. This can be done quickly. His genitals won't last as a trophy, but you have a perverse desire to [[explore them|Outraging the corpse]]. [[Leave him alone. |Leave the corpse hills]] Go find your basket and head home before it gets dark.

You decide not to defile yourself any further. Take a trophy - [[his pelt.]] Practical proof. This will slow you down considerably. Take a trophy - [[his hand.]] Terrifying proof. This can be done quickly. [[Leave him alone.|Leave the corpse hills]] Go find your basket and head home before it gets dark.

You decide not to kill him. If he is strong enough, perhaps he will survive and learn from the experience that your kind is not to be trifled with. The wolfman quizzically cocks his head at you as you turn to leave. You are fairly certain he is perplexed by this turn of events. He does not move while you are still within a reasonable distance to see or hear him do so. Your journey home is a blur. Your mind is completely preoccupied with thoughts of the creature you left half-dead in the wilderness. At some point, you pick up your basket, but you have only the vaguest recollection of doing so. It is dark when you arrive at your family's home, and your eyes betray that something has happened. [[Tell your story. |(END) Tell your story, he's injured.]] [[Keep your story to yourself. |(END) Hide your story, he's injured.]]

Your parents listen with growing alarm as you describe your encounter with the wolfman. Your mother rushes forward to determine if you are feverish and checks you for a head wound. She clearly thinks you have hallucinated the entire event. Your response is to pull out the beast's severed hand and lay it on the table before them. Your father is silent, but his eyes express shock, horror, and dread. Your mother gasps and begins trembling. She clutches your father's vest and sobs, "What should we do?" He delivers his response in a deep, clipped command. "We must leave tomorrow morning at first light. Gather only what you need to reach Iarnben. We are no longer safe here." He promises to explain along the way. "Take that thing away, please!" She gestures toward the hand. Your father throws a cloth over it and carries it off. While you and your mother prepare to travel, your father starts moving valuable supplies into his stash spots in the woods. He declines help and pleads with you both to stay indoors. The next day's trek proceeds at an unusually brisk pace. Your father frequently scouts ahead, leaving you and your mother to catch up. Though you could probably keep up with him, he asks that you stay with your mother and be ready to defend yourselves. As evening approaches, you arrive at Muddybranch River to find it swollen and moving swiftly. Your father returns from his latest scouting and informs you that the rope bridge across is gone, so you must divert your course further downstream until you can find a safer crossing. As evening falls, your father chooses a crossing spot that provokes a worried look from your mother. In the fading light, her eyes show you are sharing the same thought. This spot is more placid but will still require a swim. He must be desperate to cross the river tonight. You cross on your own, carrying your mother's supplies. Although the water was only up to your waist near the shores, the middle of the crossing required you to swim. Your father stays with your mother as they cross together. He does not let go of her. You set up camp and keep a small fire, barely sufficient to dry the wet clothes you must change out of. As you huddle by the campfire, shivering, you recall your father's promise to explain on the journey. However, you have never seen your parents look so frail as in this moment. He would not be able to explain over his chattering teeth, even if he wanted to. He presses you both to eat as much as you can before going to bed. He says he will take the first watch and wake you when it is your turn. You have never been on guard in all the years you have camped with your parents. Your sleep is fitful and freezing, and an uncertain number of hours after having gone to bed, you are awakened by your father calling you and your mother to run. The massive shadow of a wolfman is kicking out the remnants of your tiny campfire. You hear your father struggling in the darkness, then a thud and thrashing as he struggles with an attacker on the ground. The meager moonlight straining through the forest canopy is not sufficient for you to make out where your attackers are, but their peculiar musky scent pervades the area, heavily mixed with a smell like human sweat. You grab for your knife and find an enormous furred hand instead. Another pair of hands seizes your arms and pulls them behind your back while lifting you off the ground. Your mother is calling your name, then your father's. She is terrified and dazed, though apparently unharmed. Leather straps are wound around your wrists and ankles. Then you are cradled in the powerfully muscled, furry arms of a wolfman as he rapidly carries you off from the camp. Soon, he is flanked by two other wolfmen moving at astonishing speed. You feel something red hot, thick, and pointed occasionally bob upwards and strike your backside as your abductors carry you away into the night. Ending: Stranger than Fiction Select this ending at the beginning of the sequel to continue your story.

You conceal the event. Your parents are stoic people, and they do not press for information. Your mother encourages you to eat and rest, suggesting she thinks you are ill. Your father examines what you brought back and prepares to preserve it for the winter. His only response is, "A good find." He thanks you. The next morning, your parents go out gathering, leaving you at home with chores. You spend some time preparing a concoction to preserve your secret trophy. You submerge the hand in the preservative and conceal the earthen jar in a hiding spot a short distance from your home. There it will be undisturbed during the process. As dusk approaches, you hear wolves howling in the distance, and instantly your encounter returns to your mind. Your parents return laden with foraged supplies and in a chipper mood. You all turn in early that night, and you drift into a dreamless sleep. You awaken some hours later with a massive, clawed hand pressed over your mouth, while other, equally strong hands restrain your limbs and lift you from your bed. Bound in leather straps, you are silently passed through your window into the waiting arms of a creature whose kind you have encountered before. Cradled in his powerful furred arms, you feel something red hot, thick, and pointed occasionally bob upwards and strike your backside as your abductors carry you away into the night. Ending: Imperfect Strangers Select this ending at the beginning of the sequel to continue your story.

Necro, impregnation You dismount from the dead beastman and stare down at your stretched, abused pussy. Your inner thighs run wet with his monstrous seed and the light stain of your own blood. How does this make you feel? [[Frightened! |Confused or frightened.]] What have I done? Am I insane? What if this thing made me pregnant? [[Confused! |Confused or frightened.]] I obviously desperately needed this, but now that I can think again, I am astounded I went through with it. Is it possible this beastman could have impregnated me? [[Excited!|(END) Excited!]] I had wondered if I would ever find a man out in this wilderness to breed me. This monstrous male will do! Even death couldn't stop his sex drive. I wanted a trophy from this hunt, and I hope one may be growing inside me right now!

You squat and pass as much of his semen as you can onto the fallen leaves beneath you. His seed drips slowly, punctuated by occasional spurts, and seems to keep coming no matter what you do. You wipe yourself as thoroughly as you can with a wet rag. The smell of his semen soaks the rag and sticks to your hands. You spend a little too much time sniffing the rag before you tuck it away. The scent lingers around you as you dress and prepare to head back home. You steal one last glance at the wolfman. His fallen member hangs limply from his sheath and drapes lazily over his right thigh. It is still dripping cum. You are lost in your own troubled thoughts by the time you find your basket. It occurs to you that you could have taken a trophy but didn't in your worried state. You consider that you could return tomorrow to do so, but then your thoughts turn to the more pressing topic of what you are going to tell your parents when you reach home. It is dark when you arrive. You decide to [[clean up |Clean up]] first. You probably have a curious odor after what you have been doing. It might betray your story.

You drop the basket by the front door and head to the well. Your family has a small shed you use for bathing when it gets cold. You start a fire and begin heating buckets of water you've drawn. Even though you should be exhausted from your experience, your urgency to get clean has given you a second wind. You strip down and pile your clothes at the door. Then you start mixing cool and hot water in the wooden tub. Your mother arrives at the door and pushes it open. She gives you some privacy by standing aside and calling in. "There you are. Why didn't you tell us you were home?" You reply quickly, in hopes of keeping her at bay, "I'll be in soon. I just wanted to clean up first." "There's stew tonight," she replies before she retreats. You squat into the tub and begin washing yourself, paying close attention to your battered nethers. You are tender inside and out and still slightly agape from your coitus. The semen on your thighs is dry when you enter the tub, but it slickens once in the water. Despite your efforts to empty yourself before you started home, cum still seeps from your pussy and floats out into your bath water. You close your eyes and see a vision of the wolfman's pulsing cock delivering its seed into your hungry sex. You drift into a state between waking and dreaming, replaying in your mind the events of today. When you open your eyes again, you are surprised to see your mother inside the door of the shed. She has your shirt draped over her shoulder, your pants folded across her left arm, and in her right hand she holds the stiffening but still slightly damp rag you used to swab your pussy. Her face is contorted in confusion and horror. Her eyes fix on yours with concern. "What has happened?" she stammers. [[Tell the whole truth. |(END) The whole truth.]] So you fucked yourself with the bestial cock of a dead wolf monster in the woods, and his corpse inseminated your virginal pussy. She'll understand, right? [[Lie. "I was raped by a man in the woods." |(END) Raped by a man in the woods.]] [[Lie. "I met a man in the woods, and we made love." |(END) Made love to a man in the woods.]] [[Lie. "I was raped by a wolfman in the woods." |(END) You were raped by the wolfman.]] [[Lie. "I met a wolfman in the woods, and we made love." |(END) You made love with a wolfman.]] [["It's my business. I am a grown woman now." |(END) She makes a guess]]

Your mother listens in stunned silence with tears at the corners of her eyes as you recount the hunt. However, when you start to tell her about the dead wolfman's massive canine prick and your efforts to arouse and mount it, she shouts, "No! Gods! No!" and then realizes she has been tightly grasping the cum-infused rag the whole story. She casts aside the horrifying proof with a disgusted shriek and runs crying into the night. You hear the door to your house flying open and your father stomping after her. There is a mix of his deep, reassuring entreaties and her hysterical blubbering, "No! I can't say it! She is insane ... monstrous!" You spend some time washing your clothes, wondering if your father will come speak to you, but he doesn't. You sleep very little that night. You hear your mother's fitful tears at times and your father's soothing hushes. You get up well before dawn and find chores to do outside. Before he leaves to continue harvesting the woods that day, he stops by and drops off some breakfast. You eat in silence while he gathers his gear. "Whatever passed between you, she won't say. Give her some time." Your mother stays inside that day. On the few occasions you see her, she won't even look at you. You often hear her sobbing. You see no one until early evening, when your father arrives home. He eats dinner with you outside by the campfire because your mother refuses to dine with you inside. After your parents go to bed, you finally head inside to your room and go to sleep. Several hours later, you are awoken by a massive clawed hand pressing over your mouth while other, equally strong hands restrain your limbs and lift you from your bed. Bound in leather straps, you are silently passed through your window into the waiting arms of a creature whose kind you have encountered before. Cradled in his powerful furred arms, you feel something red hot, thick, and pointed occasionally bob upwards and strike your backside as your abductors carry you away into the night. Ending: Wolfgang Snuff Select this ending at the beginning of the sequel to continue your story.

Your mother listens in stunned silence with tears at the corners of her eyes as you recount being stalked in the woods. In your deceptive account, the beast ambushed you while you were trying to flee. You struggled valiantly, but he was too powerful, and he took your virginity while you begged him to stop. "There was no wolfman, my child, just a wicked man in a wolf pelt. You did what you had to do to survive. It's over now. You're safe!" Clearly, she doesn't believe you. She thinks you've lost your mind. She fetches a nightgown and blanket for you, and you have to reassure her that you can dress yourself and that you are not physically hurt. She begs you to go to bed, saying she will bring your dinner to you. Shortly after propping yourself up on your bed, she arrives and hands you a bowl of stew with hunks of venison and mushrooms. Her eyes are filled with desperate concern, and she strokes your cheeks and holds your head several times throughout your meal. She tries to tell you about what she and your father did that day and their plans for the next, but her thoughts are distracted and disjointed. Finally, she takes the bowl from you and tucks you into bed, something she hasn't done since you were small. Exhaustion overtakes you. You start to drift into sleep only to be rudely startled as the door to your room slams open and your father charges to your bedside and kneels. "It was a wolfman ... was it? Was it a wolfman?!" his voice is raised and nearly panicked, but in the weak light illuminating his face from the doorway, you can still see his deep concern for you. "Don't!" your mother calls after him. "She's not well! It was just an evil man! Why are you saying this?!" You look at him and nod affirmatively, "Yes." He addresses you both ... "We must leave tomorrow morning at first light. Gather only what you need to reach Iarnben. We are no longer safe here." When your mother protests, he promises to explain along the way. While you and your mother prepare to travel, your father starts moving valuable supplies into his stash spots in the woods. He declines help and pleads with you both to stay indoors. At dawn, you leave the only home you have ever known, uncertain if you will ever be able to return. The next day's trek proceeds at an unusually brisk pace. Your father frequently scouts ahead, leaving you and your mother to catch up. Though you could probably keep up with him, he asks that you stay with your mother and be ready to defend yourselves. As evening approaches, you arrive at Muddybranch River to find it swollen and moving swiftly. Your father returns from his latest scouting, and informs you that the rope bridge across is gone, so you must divert your course further downstream until you can find a safer crossing. As evening falls, your father chooses a crossing spot that provokes a worried look from your mother. In the fading light, her eyes show you are sharing the same thought. This spot is more placid but will still require a swim. He must be desperate to cross the river tonight. You cross on your own, carrying your mother's supplies. Although the water was only up to your waist near the shores, the middle of the crossing required you to swim. Your father stays with your mother as they cross together. He does not let go of her. You set up camp and keep a small fire, barely sufficient to dry the wet clothes you must change out of. As you huddle by the campfire, shivering, you recall your father's promise to explain on the journey. However, you have never seen your parents look so frail as in this moment. He would not be able to explain over his chattering teeth, even if he wanted to. He presses you both to eat as much as you can before going to bed. He says he will take the first watch and wake you when it is your turn. You have never been on guard in all the years you have camped with your parents. Your sleep is fitful and freezing, and an uncertain number of hours after having gone to bed, you are awakened by your father calling you and your mother to run. The massive shadow of a wolfman is kicking out the remnants of your tiny campfire. You hear your father struggling in the darkness, then a thud and thrashing as he struggles with an attacker on the ground. The meager moonlight straining through the forest canopy is not sufficient for you to make out where your attackers are, but their peculiar musky scent pervades the area, heavily mixed with a smell like human sweat. You grab for your knife and find an enormous furred hand instead. Another pair of hands seizes your arms and pulls them behind your back while lifting you off the ground. Your mother is calling your name, then your father's. She is terrified and dazed, though apparently unharmed. Leather straps are wound around your wrists and ankles. Then you are cradled in the powerfully muscled, furry arms of a wolfman as he rapidly carries you off from the camp. Soon, he is flanked by two other wolfmen moving at astonishing speed. You feel something red hot, thick, and pointed occasionally bob upwards and strike your backside as your abductors carry you away into the night. Ending: Wolfgang Snuff Select this ending at the beginning of the sequel to continue your story.

Your mother listens in stunned silence with tears at the corners of her eyes as you recount being stalked in the wilds. In your deceptive account, the beast caught you, and you were terrified of what it was going to do, but it turned out to be gentle and kind. When you try to explain how he seduced you, her eyes become alarmed, and she makes shushing sounds. She runs her fingers around your head, checking for a wound. "There was no wolfman, my child, just a wicked man in a wolf pelt. You did what you had to do to survive. It's over now. You're safe!" Clearly, she doesn't believe you. She thinks you were raped, and now you've lost your mind. She fetches a nightgown and blanket for you, and you have to reassure her that you can dress yourself and that you are not physically hurt. She begs you to go to bed, saying she will bring your dinner to you. Shortly after propping yourself up on your bed, she arrives and hands you a bowl of stew with hunks of venison and mushrooms. Her eyes are filled with desperate concern, and she strokes your cheeks and holds your head several times throughout your meal. She tries to tell you about what she and your father did that day and their plans for the next, but her thoughts are distracted and disjointed. Finally, she takes the bowl from you and tucks you into bed, something she hasn't done since you were small. Exhaustion overtakes you. You start to drift into sleep only to be rudely startled as the door to your room slams open and your father charges to your bedside and kneels. "It was a wolfman ... was it? Was it a wolfman?!" his voice is raised and nearly panicked, but in the weak light illuminating his face from the doorway, you can still see his deep concern for you. "Don't!" your mother calls after him. "She's not well! It was just an evil man! Why are you saying this?!" You look at him and nod affirmatively, "Yes." He addresses you both ... "We must leave tomorrow morning at first light. Gather only what you need to reach Iarnben. We are no longer safe here." When your mother protests, he promises to explain along the way. While you and your mother prepare to travel, your father starts moving valuable supplies into his stash spots in the woods. He declines help and pleads with you both to stay indoors. At dawn, you leave the only home you have ever known, uncertain if you will ever be able to return. The next day's trek proceeds at an unusually brisk pace. Your father frequently scouts ahead, leaving you and your mother to catch up. Though you could probably keep up with him, he asks that you stay with your mother and be ready to defend yourselves. As evening approaches, you arrive at Muddybranch River to find it swollen and moving swiftly. Your father returns from his latest scouting, and informs you that the rope bridge across is gone, so you must divert your course further downstream until you can find a safer crossing. As evening falls, your father chooses a crossing spot that provokes a worried look from your mother. In the fading light, her eyes show you are sharing the same thought. This spot is more placid but will still require a swim. He must be desperate to cross the river tonight. You cross on your own, carrying your mother's supplies. Although the water was only up to your waist near the shores, the middle of the crossing required you to swim. Your father stays with your mother as they cross together. He does not let go of her. You set up camp and keep a small fire, barely sufficient to dry the wet clothes you must change out of. As you huddle by the campfire, shivering, you recall your father's promise to explain on the journey. However, you have never seen your parents look so frail as in this moment. He would not be able to explain over his chattering teeth, even if he wanted to. He presses you both to eat as much as you can before going to bed. He says he will take the first watch and wake you when it is your turn. You have never been on guard in all the years you have camped with your parents. Your sleep is fitful and freezing, and an uncertain number of hours after having gone to bed, you are awakened by your father calling you and your mother to run. The massive shadow of a wolfman is kicking out the remnants of your tiny campfire. You hear your father struggling in the darkness, then a thud and thrashing as he struggles with an attacker on the ground. The meager moonlight straining through the forest canopy is not sufficient for you to make out where your attackers are, but their peculiar musky scent pervades the area, heavily mixed with a smell like human sweat. You grab for your knife and find an enormous furred hand instead. Another pair of hands seizes your arms and pulls them behind your back while lifting you off the ground. Your mother is calling your name, then your father's. She is terrified and dazed, though apparently unharmed. Leather straps are wound around your wrists and ankles. Then you are cradled in the powerfully muscled, furry arms of a wolfman as he rapidly carries you off from the camp. Soon, he is flanked by two other wolfmen moving at astonishing speed. You feel something red hot, thick, and pointed occasionally bob upwards and strike your backside as your abductors carry you away into the night. Ending: Wolfgang Snuff Select this ending at the beginning of the sequel to continue your story.

Your mother listens in stunned silence, with tears at the corners of her eyes, as you recount being stalked in the woods. In your deceptive account, the man ambushed you while you were trying to flee. You struggled valiantly, but he was too powerful, and he took your virginity while you begged him to stop. Your mother embraces you tightly and sways you like she did when you were a little girl. "I am so sorry, child! The world is filled with wickedness, and we tried to keep you safe from it out here, yet still it found us." "You are safe now," she weepily sputters. She fetches a nightgown and blanket for you, and you have to reassure her that you can dress yourself and that you are not physically hurt. She begs you to go to bed, saying she will bring your dinner to you. Shortly after propping yourself up on your bed, she arrives and hands you a bowl of stew with hunks of venison and mushrooms. Her eyes are filled with desperate concern, and she strokes your cheeks and holds your head several times throughout your meal. She tries to tell you about what she and your father did that day and their plans for the next, but her thoughts are distracted and disjointed. Finally, she takes the bowl from you and tucks you into bed, something she hasn't done since you were small. Exhaustion overtakes you, and you enter a dreamless sleep. You awaken well after dawn. It appears your mother decided to let you sleep in today. You find her preserving some of the foraged supplies you brought home yesterday. When she sees you, she urges you to go back to bed and assures you that she will bring you breakfast. To maintain the deception, you do as she asks. You spend a boring day in bed, a prisoner to your own lie. Occasionally, your mind drifts to the wolfman and his magnificent cock, and your pussy tingles at the thought. At dusk, you still have not seen your father, so you inquire after him. Your mother looks away and, in a hushed voice, says, "He will be gone a few days, I think. Out hunting." Her reticence suggests this is not the entire truth. "Does he know?" you ask. "Yes. I told him. He will take care of it. Don't think about it any more." Of course, all your brain can do at that point is think about it. There is no one for him to hunt; there is only a corpse to find. Knowing your father, he probably has or soon will. Then what? You turn in early just to be alone with your troubled thoughts. You spend hours expecting to hear your father opening the door, but he does not show up. Eventually, you drift into a fitful sleep. You awaken soon after with a massive clawed hand pressed over your mouth, while other, equally strong hands restrain your limbs and lift you from your bed. Bound in leather straps, you are silently passed through your window into the waiting arms of a creature whose kind you have encountered before. Cradled in his powerful furred arms, you feel something red hot, thick, and pointed occasionally bob upwards and strike your backside as your abductors carry you away into the night. Ending: Wolfgang Snuff Select this ending at the beginning of the sequel to continue your story.

Your mother listens in stunned silence as you recount being followed in the woods. In your deceptive account, you encountered a handsome young man, a fellow hunter. You spent the day gathering together and became infatuated with him. He told you that he was just passing through on his way to the north, and you decided that the best way to get him to return was to seduce him. Her face is stern and disapproving. "What madness seized you, child? He could be carrying the pox! He could leave you pregnant! Did you think I would be your midwife? Do you wish to die in childbirth in the wilderness?" She pulls away from you with a sob and storms out into the night. Your father exits the house, and you can hear him trailing after her. There is a mix of his deep, reassuring entreaties and her tearful dismissals. The one phrase you make out is "I won't say it. Let her tell you!" You spend some time washing your clothes, wondering if your father will come speak to you, but he doesn't. You sleep very little that night. You get up well before dawn and find chores to do outside. Before he leaves to continue harvesting the woods that day, he stops by and drops off your breakfast. "She told me to bring you this, but she still doesn't want to see you." You eat in silence while he gathers his gear. "Whatever passed between you, she won't say. Give her some time." Your mother stays inside that day. On the few occasions you see her, she won't even look at you. In the early evening, your father arrives home. He eats dinner with you outside by the campfire because your mother refuses to dine with you inside. After your parents go to bed, you finally head inside to your room and go to sleep. Several hours later, you are awoken by a massive clawed hand pressing over your mouth while other, equally strong hands restrain your limbs and lift you from your bed. Bound in leather straps, you are silently passed through your window into the waiting arms of a creature whose kind you have encountered before. Cradled in his powerful furred arms, you feel something red hot, thick, and pointed occasionally bob upwards and strike your backside as your abductors carry you away into the night. Ending: Beating a Dead Dog Select this ending at the beginning of the sequel to continue your story.

Your mother is not pleased by your first assertion of adulthood. She charges forward, holding the rag in front of your face. "Do you think I don't know what this is, child? You come home with a rag filled with a man's seed and think I don't know what you have been doing?" She unfolds your pants and inspects them. The inside is coated with dried semen. The smell of it fills the air, along with the musky scent of the wolfman's cock. "What is that smell?!" she exclaims, inhaling a bit too deeply to be truly disgusted by it. "Did you bed his dogs too?" You can tell she just meant it to be insulting and that she doesn't know that her insult is actually very close to the truth. She takes another whiff before turning back to you. "What madness seized you, child? He could be carrying the pox! He could leave you pregnant! Did you think I would be your midwife? Do you wish to die in childbirth in the wilderness?" She turns away with a sob and storms out into the night. Your father exits the house, and you can hear him trailing after her. There is a mix of his deep, reassuring entreaties and her tearful dismissals. The one phrase you make out is "I won't say it. Let her tell you!" You spend some time washing your clothes, wondering if your father will come speak to you, but he doesn't. You sleep very little that night. You get up well before dawn and find chores to do outside. Before he leaves to continue harvesting the woods that day, he stops by and drops off your breakfast. "She told me to bring you this, but she still doesn't want to see you." You eat in silence while he gathers his gear. "Whatever passed between you, she won't say. Give her some time." Your mother stays inside that day. On the few occasions you see her, she won't even look at you. In the early evening, your father arrives home. He eats dinner with you outside by the campfire because your mother refuses to dine with you inside. After your parents go to bed, you finally head inside to your room and go to sleep. Several hours later, you are awoken by a massive clawed hand pressing over your mouth, while other, equally strong hands restrain your limbs and lift you from your bed. Bound in leather straps, you are silently passed through your window into the waiting arms of a creature whose kind you have encountered before. Cradled in his powerful furred arms, you feel something red hot, thick, and pointed occasionally bob upwards and strike your backside as your abductors carry you away into the night. Ending: Beating a Dead Dog Select this ending at the beginning of the sequel to continue your story.

You love the feeling of having this beast's seed within you. Your fingers scoop some of the cream dripping down your thighs and push it up inside your pussy. You tighten around the intruding digits and squeeze your thighs together to keep the cum inside you. You glance down at the wolfman. His fallen member hangs limply from his sheath and drapes lazily over his right thigh. It is still dripping cum. You sit back down again upon his chest, and then lie on your side. You bring the red, monster cock to your lips and begin tasting the cum at its tip. It is pungent with his scent, salty, and slimy. You spend several minutes suckling at the head of his dick, drawing up the semen that remains within it. Eventually, your mouth grows tired and he runs dry. You put your clothes back on and feel the slick coldness as they become soaked with the semen from your crotch. You leave the corpse and start back home. You are lost in your own lewd thoughts by the time it occurs to you that you almost forgot your basket. Carrying it slows you down a bit more, and you have more time to fantasize about what might be growing inside you. Will he look like his father, half man, half wolf? Will he be totally human, or perhaps just have wolf ears or a tail? What will your parents think when you start becoming round with child? Will it take nine months like a human, or will it take less since the child will be part wolf? The entire concept of bearing this monstrous creature's child keeps you constantly horny on the trip back. You decide one thing - if you are not pregnant, you will set out in the spring to find wherever this wolfman came from, and see if there is another with whom you could try again. It is dark when you arrive home. Neither of your parents look up as you enter. Your mother calls out a greeting over her shoulder and your father stands. "Looks like a good haul," he says, thanking you as he takes the basket. You grab a bowl of stew your mother has prepared and excuse yourself, saying you are tired and want to eat in your room. "Don't you think you should have a bath first, child? You smell as if you've been wrestling with a wet dog!" Your father and mother chuckle together at her quip. You doubt they'd be laughing if they knew how close her guess was to what you had been doing. You tell them that you will, but you end up heading to your room instead. You do not wish to wash away the scent of your encounter yet. Tonight, you will sleep with it all around you, and hope it lingers in your bed tomorrow. The next morning, your parents go out gathering, giving you an opportunity to wash your clothes and yourself without any embarrassing questions. You take care of several chores mechanically, but as dusk approaches, you hear wolves howling in the distance and instantly your encounter returns to your mind. What if they find the corpse? What if there are others? Your parents return laden with foraged supplies and in a chipper mood. You all turn in early that night and you drift into a dreamless sleep. You awaken some hours later with a massive, clawed hand pressed over your mouth, while other, equally strong hands restrain your limbs and lift you from your bed. Bound in leather straps, you are silently passed through your window into the waiting arms of a creature whose kind you have encountered before. Cradled in his powerful furred arms, you feel something red hot, thick, and pointed occasionally bob upwards and strike your backside as your abductors carry you away into the night. Ending: Beating a Dead Dog Select this ending at the beginning of the sequel to continue your story.

You approach him cautiously. If this is a ruse, you won't fall victim to it. As you draw nearer, the intense, musky scent of the wolfman assaults your nose. It is made even more powerful by the sweat pouring from him. The wolfman's eyes open wider and his mouth parts further. His pink canine tongue begins licking at his lips. He is thirsty. You take out your waterskin and carefully pour some into your left hand, so he can see what you intend. His dazzling blue eyes look hopeful and eager, and he pants slightly. You gently start pouring the water near his lips, and he efficiently begins to lick it up. His tongue darts around his gums, wasting not a drop to relieve his parched mouth. The skin quickly empties, and he perks up even more. You turn your attention to the wound at his side. The time he has spent resting has slowed the bleeding, but it has not yet stopped. You pull out a clean rag and take over the effort of staunching the bleeding. Your delicate hands can maneuver and grip more precisely than his, providing more exact pressure. He does not wince, but instead relaxes further, closing his eyes. It is tiring to hold this position, and eventually you must lean forward upon his injury. You wonder how he can bear the pain of it in silence. Time passes unbearably slowly. You frequently switch your attention between the flank wound and the other parts of the wolfman. You routinely confirm he is still breathing and that his eyes are closed, so he can't be eyeing you up as a snack or (stealing a glance at his sleeping sheath) something else. Having to lean into him like this, you have begun to enjoy his musky scent, which is so masculine and enthralling. You decide enough time has passed to check the wound. The withdrawn pressure causes his eyes to flutter open.There is no more bleeding, but you know he should not move until the clotting is further along. As he tries to pull himself up a bit, you instinctively lay both hands across his broad, furred shoulders and press him back gently against the stone. His fur is velvet soft over his firm, rippling muscles. The mountain of muscle obeys your touch, triggering a cascade of arousing sensations in your loins. At least for the moment, this beastman is under your control completely. How do you feel about him now? [[Aroused. |Aroused nurse]] More than ever before! I am determined that this wolfman is going to have my virginity when he is well enough to take it. [[Conflicted. |Aroused nurse]] Should I be doing this? Why am I going to such lengths for this creature? Am I that desperate to find a man that I could transfer my affections to this beast? But he does need my help ... [[Satisfied. |Helped and left]] I decided to help this creature, and that was accomplished. Regardless of these ... unusual sensations ... it is time to move on.

You decide your mission is to nurse the wolfman back to health. Perhaps then, he will ... show you his gratitude. You remove your vest and roll it up, then place it behind his head to give him a cushion. You take out your remaining provision, a lump of dried venison, and hold it out for him. His clay-red nose twitches amusingly over the offering, and then his wide tongue scoops at the bowl created by your hands and draws the morsel into his mouth. He chews it happily, and you can imagine that his tail would be wagging were it not pinned behind him. You sit beside him, listening to his slow breathing and feeling warmed by your proximity to him. You pass the time scrutinizing his body and memorizing its every curious detail. Just before dusk, he pulls himself up suddenly, bracing strongly against the rock. He is at least a foot and a half taller than you and more than twice as broad across. He uses his right hand to point to a trail in the stones of the hills and beckons you with his left. You move under his left arm to help him get to his destination while also relieving pressure on his wound. You are a poor crutch, but better than nothing. His weight is enormous, and you wonder how long you can hold out. You head deeper into the stone labyrinth of the hills. At sunset, you arrive at his destination, a cave with numerous, massive wolfman foot prints in the dust at the entrance. This may be more dangerous than you previously understood. He notices you hesitate to examine the floor and prepares to remove his arm from your shoulder and proceed alone. [[Hold tight to him and help him enter the cave. |Nurse enters the cave]] [[Let him go on alone. |Leave him at the cave]]

You hold his arm fast, and a surprisingly human smile lights up his canine face as you enter together. The cave smells and feels unusually damp and earthy. He is now guiding you forward into what is, for you at least, complete darkness. After 20 paces, you hear water trickling up ahead. Another 10 paces, and he crouches on the ground while letting go of you. You try to stay close to him by listening for the sound of his breath. You hear flint being struck, accompanied by a sprinkling of sparks. The wolfman brings a small campfire back to life, and the cave is faintly illuminated. Water steadily trickles down an ancient stalactite surrounded by a small pool of water. Nearby, there are neat stacks of supplies, mostly made from rough wood and leather. This is a primitive hunting camp, only recently established. The wolfman takes a small pouch from amongst the gear, unties the thin leather strap that holds it shut, and shows you the contents. Inside are finely made needles of various sizes and a small spool of thread wrapped around a carved wooden rod. He lies on his side near the fire and pulls his arm away from his wound. His eyes watch you expectantly. You ponder what you have been given. While some of the needles are large enough to be wielded by the beastman's tremendous hands and could bind hides together, the fine ones needed to suture him and the thread itself certainly could not be. Where did these tools come from? Who made them? You know better than to close a wound without washing it, so first you soak a rag in water and then begin wringing out water over the broken flesh before gently wiping away dust and debris. He braces his taut abdominal muscles but otherwise does not flinch. You use your iron knife to scrape away some of the nearby hair and clean the edges you will be sewing. Then you get to work. The only sounds are the trickling water and his rhythmic breathing. When you are done and have put away the needles, the wolfman suddenly kicks out the tiny fire. His enormous arm wraps around your waist and pulls you down to lie beside him. He attempts to envelop you, giving you the sensation of having a warm, furry blanket wrap around your whole body all at once. Your rear end rests on top of his closed sheath, and his knees push up the back of your legs into a fetal position. Even if you want to escape his embrace, you aren't sure which way is out in this total darkness. His warmth and softness are heavenly, his scent alluring, and his body a perfect bed. You drift off to sleep. You are awakened by the angry rumbling of the wolfman's stomach. He stretches and yawns with a bellow and then hops up and moves away from you. Morning light slightly illuminates the entrance of the cave, showing you the way out. You can hear him rummaging in the supplies again. Moments later, he is shoving something firm and tubular between your hands ... meat ... dried meat of some sort. You can hear him chomping ravenously in the dark. You are famished. Having no provisions, you begin consuming the gamey meat. It is salty and has an unusual and unpleasant taste, but you try to eat enough to sate your hunger. You begin fumbling on your hands and knees, trying to locate the pool so you can wash down your strange breakfast. The wolfman starts puffing through his nose in a way that sounds like laughter. He then starts sniffing, and you can feel him move up behind you. You receive a shock when the wolfman's nose buries itself in your rear, with his chin brushing the lips of your pussy. He inhales so deeply that your pants lift up a bit from your skin. [["No!" you yelp in a startled voice.|Oh No!]] [["Oh!" you yelp in a startled voice.|Oh No!]]

You allow his titanic, furry arm to pull away. He looks back over his shoulder at you. There is sadness in his eyes, but he seems to nod in understanding. The darkness of the cave wraps around him quickly as you turn away to start the journey home. You manage to reach the slope before total darkness overtakes you, then you must start a fire and camp for the night. Undoubtedly, your parents will be worried about you, and your father will try to scout for you. However, this far out, the journey is too long and treacherous to make by torch light. Lacking any more provisions and without your basket, there is nothing to take the edge off your hunger. That, combined with your mind swimming in thoughts of the wolfman, makes it hard for you to fall asleep. At some point, well after midnight, exhaustion finally forces your body to rest. You are awoken by the sound of your father gently calling your name. The sun appears to have been up for several hours, though it barely pierces the thinning canopy above your campsite. Your father has worried eyes but a relieved smile on his face. "Come now, get up. We must get home quickly." He begins extinguishing the smoldering remains of your campfire while you head off into the brush to pee. When you return to him, you see he is wary and on alert. "Is it dead?" he asks. "That thing you were hunting. I've seen its tracks," he adds. What does he know about the wolfman? What would he think of your helping him? [["It's alive - up there, in the hills."]] [["It's dead."]]

Whether he understands you or not, he begins rubbing his nose more intensely up and down your cleft, apparently reveling in your scent. His hands grip your legs near the ankles, and he pulls you back into his face while he lets out a rumbling growl. [[Start kicking. I said no! |Start kicking]] [[It's time ... present yourself to him. |Present yourself.]]

Cunnilingus, doggystyle, vaginal This is what you have been waiting for. You lower your head to the floor and raise your ass higher. Surely this is a universal sign he can understand. He wastes no time yanking off your boots and then stripping you of your hide clothing. He is panting with excitement as he once again buries his nose between your ass and pussy and then begins eagerly lapping from your clit to anus with his broad canine tongue. You start trembling at the knees, and a quivering spreads up from your pussy and into your abdomen. Occasionally, his tongue penetrates deep into your vagina, sending a shock of pleasure to your very core. You are sopping wet with his saliva and your own juices by the time he hunches over you, resting his rippling stomach upon your back and lining up his massive wolf cock with your sex. The penetration causes flashes in your eyes. The cave sparkles with stars but grows no brighter. You yelp and cry out in pain as your hymen is torn and the beastman's inhuman cock impales you. He grunts and flexes above you, then brings his mouth beside your head and starts licking your neck and left ear, tickling you while he withdraws and then plunges back into your newly opened pussy. The second penetration is almost as painful but twice as thrilling. This great, muscled beast is claiming you as his mate. You are being bred by the living embodiment of masculine virility. You groan at the third thrust and marvel at how full you feel. He is reaching into your guts with his monstrous prick, defiling his human bitch. He establishes a rhythm, and you begin to melt around his manhood. You could almost cry with how good this makes you feel. For the first time, you push back to meet his thrust, and his colossal furry sack swings up and brushes between your legs. He must not even be fully inside you, but it feels as if he is wearing you on his pole. You shudder at your first climax and scream in ecstasy for him to break you. He isn't near finished. He literally plows ahead, working your exhausted body up to another climax. You can feel him tensing all over, building you both up to simultaneous orgasms. [[Utter the incoherent groans of a bitch being rutted by an alpha.|Daddy's here]]

As you scream out in ecstasy, you only vaguely recognize that the cave has become illuminated. You are too lost in pleasure to care what is happening, but your brain is sending frantic messages to your pussy to stop riding that monster cock and pay attention. The wolfman lets out a bellowing howl and buries his shaft inside you. It feels like he is pumping his bestial seed directly into your womb, sending waves of euphoria rippling out through your body. The fog of your orgasm has only lifted for a second before you realize your father is just a few yards away. He has dropped his torch to the ground and is taking aim at your lover, who remains hunched over you doggystyle. [[Warn the wolfman |(END) Watch out]], giving him a chance to dodge the shot. This may also put your father in great danger of being torn apart. [[Stay silent,|(END) Squishing you softly]] knowing your lover is about to die but not wanting to put your father at risk. Burst into tears and start yelling, [["Stop, you dirty monster!"|(END) "Stop, you dirty monster!!"]] so there is plausible deniability in the awkward aftermath of your lover's demise. Even if it is pretty unbelievable given your whorish moaning and active thrusting to meet your mate, it might be the slim thread your father needs to retain his sanity after what he has witnessed.

You start kicking back at the randy wolfman, intensifying your demands that he stop. He simply pulls your legs back and lifts them up, so that you must support yourself only with your hands to keep from face-planting into the floor of the cave. He begins juggling your legs up and down in mockery of your struggling motions. [[Evade. Pull yourself forward and roll away. |Roll away]] [[Struggle. Start fighting back with all your might. |Fighting spirit.]] [[Go limp and see what happens. |Go limp.]]

You try to twist around to grab the wolfman's attention while you call for him to look out for your father's shot. The twisting motion has the dual effect of churning your twat again - now is not the time for you to start working on a third climax! - and bending the wolfman's cock in such a discomforting way that it makes him suddenly and keenly aware of the danger. Your father holds his shot while the wolfman yanks out of you and leaps back, retreating into the darkness of the cave. You yelp at the rude withdrawal, but another spasm overtakes you and sends a ripple of post-coital bliss up your spine to reward you. Your pussy is gasping like a mouth trying to catch its breath. Beast cum bursts out of your snatch in sloppy, noisy spurts while your backside involuntarily shimmies in a lewd dance. It will be a few more moments before you have the strength and coordination needed to get up. The beast is growling ominously from the darkness while your father starts calling for you to run. You hear the wolfman lifting something bulky from the cave stash. A hefty pole, perhaps intended for carrying a bound carcass, flies over your head and spins around into your father's chest, flattening him to the ground. Just as you regain the power to rise to your knees, the wolfman scoops up your naked body, throws you over his furred back, and bolts for the entrance of the cave. The bouncing motion of his escape throws your head up against a low hanging rock, dazing you. As your consciousness dims, you feel strangely amused by the swishing of the wolfman's tail, which occasionally brushes your nose while your hands lightly slap his sexy, pumping backside. Ending: Bred at Breakfast Select this ending at the beginning of the sequel to continue your story. You found the huntress's true ending.

Cunnilingus, doggystyle, vaginal You cease all resistance. He wastes no time pulling off your boots and then your britches. He is rapidly panting with excitement as he once again buries his nose between your ass and pussy and then begins eagerly lapping from clit to anus with his broad canine tongue. You start trembling at the knees, and a quivering spreads up from your pussy and into your abdomen. Occasionally, his tongue penetrates deep into your vagina, sending a shock of pleasure to your very core. You are sopping wet with his saliva and your own juices by the time he hunches over you, resting his rippling stomach upon your back and lining up his massive wolf cock with your sex. The penetration causes flashes in your eyes. The cave sparkles with stars but grows no brighter. You yelp and cry out in pain as your hymen is torn and the beastman's inhuman cock impales you. He grunts and flexes above you, then brings his mouth beside your head and starts licking your neck and left ear, tickling you while he withdraws and then plunges back into your newly opened pussy. The second penetration is almost as painful but twice as thrilling. This great, muscled beast is claiming you as his mate. You are being bred by the living embodiment of masculine virility. You groan at the third thrust and marvel at how full you feel. He is reaching into your guts with his monstrous prick, defiling his human bitch. He establishes a rhythm, and you begin to melt around his manhood. You could almost cry with how good this makes you feel. For the first time, you push back to meet his thrust, and his colossal furry sack swings up and brushes between your legs. He must not even be fully inside you, but it feels as if he is wearing you on his pole. You shudder at your first climax and scream in ecstasy for him to break you. He isn't near finished. He literally plows ahead, working your exhausted body up to another climax. You can feel him tensing all over, building you both up to simultaneous orgasms. [[Utter the incoherent groans of a bitch being rutted by an alpha.|Daddy's here]]

Your tumble forward catches him by surprise, and you manage to slip away. Your only orientation is the faint light of the distant opening of the cave. The wolfman seems to be all around you. You keep bumping off his heavily muscled chest and arms while he passes amused puffs of breath from his nose. He knows you cannot see him, so he is playing with you, letting you bounce off his body and further disorienting you. Occasionally, your hand brushes an incredibly hot, cylindrical appendage swinging at his waist like a meaty cudgel. As your frustration mounts, your emotions surge, and you feel ... [[Angry - Start fighting back. |Fighting spirit.]] [[Desperate - Start crying.]] [[Determined - Keep moving toward the light. |Determined.]] [[Horny - Drop down and be bred by this stud like a good little bitch. |Go limp.]]

Despite his body blocking, you make progress to the exit. After 10 steps or so, he stops blocking you, and starts walking slowly alongside you as your hand traces along the cave wall. Another ten steps, and you can start to see his outline again and no longer need to hug the wall. Suddenly, his enormous hands rest gently on your upper arms. He delicately pushes down upon you, giving the impression he wants you to stay, then he darts back into the cave. You hesitate momentarily and mill about; it's clear he is letting you go. He soon returns and gives you your gear, which you had set aside while tending him the previous night. He brings his nose to your neck and brushes his furry chin across your shoulder while inhaling deeply, as if to memorize your scent. Then he retreats swiftly back into the cave, leaving you in total silence. For a few moments, you consider what to do next, then a silhouette appears at the mouth of the cave and calls your name. "Daddy?" You rush forward into the arms of your father, and he pulls you into the light of day. He looks you over and, seeing you are unscathed, urges you in a hushed tone: "Move swiftly, my girl; we need to leave this place at once!" His eyes are almost wild, but he is containing his emotions. You notice he keeps glancing back at the multitude of wolfman prints at the entrance of the cave. As you pass the blood-stained stone where the wolfman had rested, your father ventures another hushed declaration, "I had feared the worst." You swiftly unwind the path you took the day before. Your father's expert tracking skill and fleetfootedness led him straight to you. His pace is demanding. At every clearing, he breaks into a run. At times, you are both short of breath, but he is relentless. When you pass by the basket you had dropped the day before, he exclaims, "Leave it!" and surges on. You are exhausted by the time you reach your family's cabin. Having heard your rushed approach, your mother comes out and embraces you, planting a kiss on your cheek and stroking your hair. Almost comically, your father keeps running right past her and into your house. Before you can begin to answer the questions she is showering upon you, he emerges again carrying sacks of supplies. Your mother turns her questions upon him, and he responds in a deep, clipped command. "We must leave tomorrow morning at first light. Gather only what you need to reach Iarnben. We are no longer safe here." Tell him there is no need for all this fuss. [[The wolfman is friendly.|(END) He's friendly, daddy!]] [[Say nothing. |(END) Say nothing about the cave]] Although the wolfman didn't hurt you, you really don't think your father and he would get along.

While you and your mother prepare to travel, your father starts moving valuable supplies into his stash spots in the woods. He declines help and pleads with you both to stay indoors. The rest of the day, you don't see much of him. The evening is tense. He urges you both to eat heartily and says he is going to do some scouting but will return before midnight. When your mother demands to know what has him so frightened, he replies, "There are creatures in this world I thought died out long ago. Wolves that walk on two legs and tower above men. I have seen their foot prints in the wilds." His eyes catch yours. "You've seen them." Your mother is stunned into silence. He urges you to get to bed early and then steps out into the fading light of the sunset. That night, a few hours into a dreamless sleep, you awaken with a massive, clawed hand pressed over your mouth, while other, equally strong hands restrain your limbs and lift you from your bed. Bound in leather straps, you are silently passed through your window into the waiting arms of a creature whose kind you have encountered before. Cradled in his powerful furred arms, you feel something red hot, thick, and pointed occasionally bob upwards and strike your backside as your abductors carry you away into the night. Ending: Daddy's Girl Select this ending at the beginning of the sequel to continue your story.

Your parents listen with growing alarm as you tell of your encounter with the wolfman. When you reach the part describing how you patched him back up, your mother brays in disbelief, "Are you mad, child?!" Your father rests his hand atop hers and addresses you, "The footprints. There is not just one." He pauses briefly, then adds, "And he let you go untouched?" Untouched ... a curious choice of words there, daddy. "Yes," you reply. He finishes, "I don't know that one of them that wasn't half dead would have done the same. We can waste no more time. Start getting ready to leave." While you and your mother prepare to travel, your father starts moving valuable supplies into his stash spots in the woods. He declines help and pleads with you both to stay indoors. The rest of the day, you don't see much of him. The evening is tense. He urges you both to eat heartily and says he is going to do some scouting, but will return before midnight. He urges you to get to bed early and then steps out into the fading light of the sunset. That night, a few hours into a dreamless sleep, you awaken with a massive clawed hand pressed over your mouth, while other, equally strong hands restrain your limbs and lift you from your bed. Bound in leather straps, you are silently passed through your window into the waiting arms of a creature whose kind you have encountered before. Cradled in his powerful furred arms, you feel something red hot, thick, and pointed occasionally bob upwards and strike your backside as your abductors carry you away into the night. Ending: Daddy's Girl Select this ending at the beginning of the sequel to continue your story.

This just isn't what you want, and he isn't getting the message. You struggle against him until you can get into a crouching, defensive position, then come out swinging. Your fists begin connecting with his abdomen almost immediately, showing your instincts for where he is are very sound despite the darkness. However, you might as well be punching a side of beef for all the good your blows are doing. He starts blocking some of your strikes with his palms, and you are suddenly reminded of being a kid, play-punching your father's hands. He's giving you space now. [[Stop punching, but keep your guard up. He seems to get it now. |Fighter leaves]] Let's see how he likes this - [[Punch where you think his balls are. They're huge, right? Can't possibly miss. |Fighting dirty]] [[Punch where you think his wound is. Not as large a target, but your blows are already in the vicinity. |Fighting dirty]]

Doggystyle, vaginal, nonconsensual, cunnilingus His response to your dirty fighting is not good. As soon as contact is made, a bellowing roar blasts directly into your face with a gust of hot, gamey breath that momentarily robs you of your own ability to breathe. Apparently, he has had enough of your violence. His fist comes down on the left side of your head and sends you reeling. You lose any sense of direction of what is up or down. Being dizzy and in the dark, you are rendered fully helpless while he recovers from your assault. When you finally gain enough control to stand, he delivers a kick to your back that sends you sprawling out in front of him. He yanks off your boots and then tears the rest of your clothing off of you. Massive clawed hands painfully press your breasts and leave scratches under your arms. He plants your face into the dirt floor with one hand and raises your snatch to his groin with the other. With a single, terrible thrust, he buries his gargantuan organ into your tight, virgin pussy, splitting you open in a moment of searing pain. The cave lights up with flashing stars that offer no illumination. Your ears start to go deaf as your brain threatens to lose consciousness. He pulls out completely, and you involuntarily cry out in horror. Tears are streaming down your face. He buries his tongue in your snatch and starts lapping up your virginal blood. This second violation may be unwelcome, but it is actually soothing and reduces the pain you are in. After slobbering in your slit for a few moments, he lines his cock back up with your pussy and penetrates again, this time more carefully and not as deeply. You can feel the curve of his burning lupine cock spreading you open again. Surprisingly, you do not feel pain this time, but a ripple of involuntary pleasure as your pussy stretches around his girth. He establishes a steady rhythm with you, working himself up into your privates without going so deep as to injure you. Your tears stop flowing, and your mind is forced to contend with the increasingly lustful signals from your battered sex. What does your mind have to say in response? [[I am being raped. |(END) I am being raped.]] My first time and I am being taken by this monstrous thing that I tried to help. I go numb. [[I shouldn't have hurt him like that.]] He didn't understand. I might have given myself to him if things had only turned out differently. He is being tender now. I think he is trying to make love to me. [[I have been conquered.]] Maybe this is what I really wanted ... a mate that could ravish me, mark me, and make me his bitch. Gods, this is starting to feel so good.

If it is faster than you, you can't outrun it, but perhaps you will force it to abandon stealth so that you know what you are dealing with. Hugging your basket closer to your chest, you begin to quicken your pace. You vault over the next fallen branch rather than walk around it. When you land, you spring forward agilely, increasing your momentum further. Swerving around the next tree, you use your free hand to propel yourself from its trunk. Soon, you are at a steady run, and the sound of your footsteps and the rustling and snapping of the foliage around you is all you can hear. Before you start running out of breath, you will have to turn around to see if you've lost your stalker or forced it into the open. After leaping over a fallen tree, you crouch down slightly and peer back the way you came. Charging forward fewer than 20 paces behind you is a monstrous creature with the charcoal gray body of a wolf but oriented upright, more like a man. His feet are large wolf paws, his legs a fusion of human and wolf characteristics, but his enormous hands are more humanlike, with the exception of the black, claw-like nails. As he runs, he uses his hands to either push himself forward off of obstacles or to pull himself forward by clawing the ground. His chest and abdomen are a perfect wall of chiseled muscle covered uniformly in short fuzz that lets your eyes trace his contours down to the sheath at his crotch, which is as thick around as your upper arm and sits above two fist-sized orbs in a tight fur pouch. They bounce between his pumping legs as he closes the distance between you. [[Draw your bow]], though you have doubts you will be able to make an accurate shot. [[Draw your knife]], though you have doubts you will be able to fight him up close. [[Play dead]], though you have doubts about your sanity.

You cast your basket aside and unsling the bow from your back. As you confidently draw back and take aim, the wolfman alters his course to take advantage of the trees. Whether clever or simply unpredictable, he manages to confound your aim. As he rounds the last tree between the two of you, you take the shot and watch him leap out of its way. It grazes along his left flank and buries itself into the tree. He leaps over the fallen tree behind which you are crouching and envelops you with his powerfully muscled body. You are taken to the ground and pinned fully beneath him; momentarily the wind is knocked out of you, and your vision blurs with the shock to your head. With one massive hand, he tears your knife away; with the other, he casts away your bow. Before your eyes come back into focus, your nose provides the next sensory information. You are overpowered by the creature's musky scent. It is very much like a wolf, but oddly spicier. There is also a sweaty, masculine smell behind it. You hear him huffing and panting above you, blowing warm, gamey breath on you as his face comes into focus. His features are canine, but strangely cute and youthful, almost puppy-like. His muzzle is shorter than a wolf's, with rounder, thicker teeth, a dark pink tongue, and a clay-red canine nose. His eyes are larger than a human's and brilliantly sky blue, surrounded by a significant amount of solid white like a human's would be. His expression is one of curiosity and excitement, and his tongue darts forward and back from his gaping mouth as he catches his breath. How do you feel about being the captive of this beast? [[Enamored.]] He's not a beast, he's just a cute puppy! [[Aroused. |Yum!]] He is a slab of masculine meat who has just proven he is the superior hunter. [[Bitchy. |Bitchy 1]] Look at that stupid grin! I'll show him who is in control!

You draw your hunting blade and keep it low, out of sight of the stampeding wolfman. He leaps over the fallen tree behind which you are crouching and attempts to envelop you with his powerfully muscled body. With all the force you can muster, you bury your blade in his flank until you hear him roar in agony. His forward momentum drags your blade out, accompanied by a spray of blood that stains your hands in red gore. His over-long, furred left arm swings around and backhands you across the face. It strikes with the force of a cudgel, stunning you and sending you spinning toward the ground. Your eyes go out of focus and your hearing dulls as you struggle not to lose consciousness. When you finally regain control enough to stagger back upright, you can see him struggling off in the direction of the hills while gripping his side. [[Grab your bow and hunt him.]] [[Let him go.]]

You contort your face into an expression of sheer terror and throw your arms up to your chest as if you are having a heart attack, then you slacken your whole body and crumple to the ground. You hear the beast vault the fallen tree behind which you are concealed. His landing shakes the earth around you. You keep your eyes closed but try not to look as if you are struggling to keep them closed, which of course you are. This is not something you've done before. You have a dreadful feeling that this might come off as comical rather than convincing. You wonder how stupid this creature may be. When he tosses your knife and bow aside, your estimation of his intelligence increases. He pokes your side with a meaty finger. You can feel the sharpness of the claw-like nail, but he does not poke hard enough to pierce your vest. He leans in close and begins sniffing you, head first, and then proceeding down. His inhalations are strong enough to stir your hair. You, in turn, are overpowered by the creature's musky scent. It is very much like a wolf, but oddly spicier. There is also a sweaty, masculine smell behind it, which is not unpleasant. There is another finger poke, this time at your rump, followed by a shake of your thigh as if he is trying to wake you up. The creature's sniffing proceeds down your right leg before it leans back away from you. You wonder if the ruse is working. Suddenly, the wolfman buries his muzzle in your butt crack and juts his nose inward, prying your thighs apart while inhaling fiercely at the back of your pussy lips. It takes every ounce of self-control not to react to the strange, tickling intrusion. He wiggles his muzzle back and forth while he sniffs, putting increasing pressure between your legs that sends involuntary shivers up into your pelvis and blood rushing to your vulva. Your face starts to flush, and you are forced to bite your lower lip to keep from whimpering at the sensation. The tension is relieved a bit when he leans back again, but a new challenge is posed. He is using one of his sharp nails to cut the threads at the crotch of your britches. Your response? You can't contain yourself any longer. You bolt upright and shout, [["Stop it, you pervert!"]] Hold on a bit longer and [[see what he does next.]]

Blood rushes to your head while you put on your tantrum face and begin shouting at the wolfman, "Get off of me, you great dumb dog!" His mouth closes, and his face pulls away from yours as you scream. Atop his head, his pointed canine ears pivot away from the shrill sound of your voice. For a moment, there is silence while he simply stares at you. Then his beautiful blue eyes narrow and fix menacingly upon yours; he inhales sharply, and he releases a cacophonous roar directly into your face. Your ears deaden under the assault. His maw stretches wider than the distance from your forehead to chin, revealing gleaming white fangs. As the roar dies down, your ears ring, and your face feels wet from spittle and his humid breath. You are momentarily stunned. Something primal inside of you has shut down your ability to respond. Though your mind passed up the opportunity to play dead, it appears your body decided an override was necessary. As suddenly as the seeming explosion of rage appears, it passes, and the wolfman goes back to his quizzical, wide-eyed, almost goofy expression. You remain pinned beneath him. Seeing your lack of response, he hangs his long, wide, canine tongue out of his mouth and licks up from your chin, pulling your lips apart and then dragging his tongue between them and up to your nostrils, which are wetted with his saliva. [['"Eww!"'|Eww!]] Express your disgust. [['"Aww!" '|Enamored.]] Express your approval of his continued attempts to get you to like him. [['"Yum!"'|Yum!]] That was the first time you ever had someone else's tongue in your mouth, and it was more than a little arousing.

You make a sour face and start sputtering from your lips, trying to spit out his saliva while cringing in protest. He cocks his head and watches your outrage with continued amusement. Again, he appears delighted with the effect his mischief is having on you. Suddenly, a new idea seems to dawn upon him, and he twirls around. His furry tail lashes you gently across the face, and you feel him grab your legs and yank them down. You slide further under him as your arms flail, unable to grasp anything that could halt your momentum. Your face now has a completely unobstructed view of his enormous ballsack, his taint, and his pink anal pucker. The area is damp with sweat, and the spicy, musky scent is so intense here that it almost seems to be steaming in the crisp autumn air. You utter a startled, incomprehensible exclamation as he seats his ballsack on your lips, his taint across your nose, and his pucker on your forehead. You can hear your own muffled cries as your face is buried in the hairy, oily wetness of his undercarriage. You gasp for breath, inhaling lungfuls of his musky aroma. A mild burning sensation spreads through your lungs, and your head starts spinning. You curl your hands into fists and start pounding on his legs while your feet kick against his powerful hands. After several full breaths, a surge of giddiness overtakes you. A warm sensation grows like an orb of electricity in your vagina and starts spreading outward in all directions, radiating a sensual pleasure that rapidly builds in intensity. You start to tremble toward a building climax as your gasps for air become deep huffs of the wolfman's masculine scent. Your hands stop pounding his thighs and instead start pulling them closer. He releases your legs and lifts his backside off your face. You find yourself involuntarily moving toward his retreating taint. [[Don't resist.]] [[Resist! Resist!]]

The wolfman begins wagging his tail happily in response to your sudden sweetness. He hops back from you and remains crouched, his wide eyes fixed upon you in anticipation. You pick yourself up off the forest floor and brush away a bit of the earth and leaves. He watches your every move with fascination. Once you have composed yourself, he leans forward and starts padding sheepishly toward you in a submissive way. He seems to be trying to convey that he means you no harm and just wants to figure out who - or perhaps what - you are. He lowers his furry head and then brushes it under your hand. His fur is warm and soft, and it feels delightful. Perhaps he wants you to pet him? [[Indulge him.]] [[Ignore him]] and move to gather up your gear.

You cannot deny a feeling of attraction to this virile beastman. His capacity to utterly dominate and break you, combined with his innocent playfulness, leave you both aroused and entertained. Seeing the change in your demeanor, he backs up and gives you room to stand. Once you are on your feet, he lowers his furry head and then brushes it under your hand. His fur is warm and soft, and it feels delightful. You place your hand on the top of his head and stroke gently toward his back. The wolf man leans into your touch and begins adoringly brushing his face against your leg. He seems delighted by your gesture. You become a little more aggressive and give him a scratch around the ears, which flatten out a bit while he eagerly pushes back against your touch. It occurs to you that such a powerful creature probably can't nimbly scratch himself this way. He lifts his chin up a bit, and you move your gentle scratches down below his jaw. His eyes close in pleasure, and he starts to lean further and further back until he can no longer remain crouching but instead falls onto his back in bliss. His arm swats near your ankles as he falls, bringing your hands forward on his chest and torso as you drop to your knees beside him. His chest and torso feel very different from the furry areas you have been petting so far. The fur here is shorter and not fluffy, but velvety soft. His muscles are hard and bulging and are arranged completely as a man's would be. One of your hands begins tracing his pectorals, while the other explores his abdominals. His eyes remain closed, and he emits an occasional soft whine. You are playing this beast like an instrument. His muscular body is setting off sensations of pleasure between your legs and up through your pelvis. You are starting to get off on this a bit. And he appears to be as well, because a red point is emerging from his thick sheath. In just the few seconds it takes you to consider what you should do next, several more inches sprout, revealing more of the wolfman's cock. You are startled by its rapid emergence. It is blood red, covered in a fine mesh of purple veins. The shape curves up on both sides, with a pointed projection at the tip that starts leaking clear drool from his wide pee hole. [[I want to explore it.]] [[I want to go home now.]]

You place your hand on the top of his head and stroke gently towards his back, unsure if this is what he truly desires. After all, you've never met a man or a wolf who wanted you to pet him. Then again, the only man you've ever met is your father. The wolf man leans into your touch and begins adoringly brushing his face against your leg. He seems delighted by your gesture. You become a little more aggressive and give him a scratch around the ears, which flatten out a bit while he eagerly pushes back against your touch. It occurs to you that such a powerful creature probably can't nimbly scratch himself this way. He lifts his chin up a bit, and you move your gentle scratches down below his jaw. His eyes close in pleasure, and he starts to lean further and further back until he can no longer remain crouching but instead falls onto his back in bliss. His arm swats near your ankles as he falls, bringing your hands forward on his chest and torso as you drop to your knees beside him. His chest and torso feel very different from the furry areas you have been petting so far. The fur here is shorter and not fluffy, but velvety soft. His muscles are hard and bulging and are arranged completely as a man's would be. One of your hands begins tracing his pectorals, while the other explores his abdominals. His eyes remain closed, and he emits an occasional soft whine. You are playing this beast like an instrument. His muscular body is setting off sensations of pleasure between your legs and up through your pelvis. You are starting to get off on this a bit. And he appears to be as well, because a red point is emerging from his thick sheath. In just the few seconds it takes you to consider what you should do next, several more inches sprout, revealing more of the wolfman's cock. You are startled by its rapid emergence. It is blood red, covered in a fine mesh of purple veins. The shape curves up on both sides, with a pointed projection at the tip that starts leaking clear drool from his wide pee hole. [[I want to explore it.]] [[I want to go home now.]]

You decide finding your bow and blade takes priority over gratifying the wolfman's desire to be fondled. When you turn away from him, he emits a low, disappointed whine. You steal a glance back and see his blue, puppy-dog eyes quiver forlornly. His expression looks as if his own mother just abandoned him. Aww! Alright then, maybe just a little [[petting. |Indulge him.]] Enough! I will not be manipulated by attempts at cuteness by a 7-foot tall monster who could rip me in half and feast on my entrails if ... he ... wanted ... to .... umm ... maybe [[petting |Indulge him.]] is the smart choice in this circumstance. Enough! [[Entrails be damned!]] I am leaving. Oh, there's my bow!

Blowjob, cunnilingus You steal a quick glance at this face. One eye is slightly open. He's been watching you ogle his fattening meat. His lips curl back into a devilish smile. Was this puppy routine all a ruse? He tenses his abdominal muscles, and a few more inches of wolf cock pop out of the sheath. It's at least eight inches long now, with more on the way. At its broadest point, it is as thick around as your arm, but it tapers significantly near the tip. A ridge runs down the underside, carrying his precum down his shaft. He raises his hips a bit, and his monster cock points toward you. You move your mouth to the tip of the pulsing rod and lick up a slight taste of his precum. It is vaguely salty and not at all objectionable. The scent from his groin, however, is intoxicating. The musky, spicy odor is much more concentrated here, and it is leaving your head swimming. Blood is pumping to your groin and your clit is becoming rock hard. You begin suckling the top of his cock while wringing your hands around his sheath. Another six inches surge forward, followed by a knot twice as large as a man's fist. It would destroy a human pussy. You begin working the cock with both hands while passing the head in and out of your mouth. Your tongue repeatedly delves into his pee hole, causing him to clench his thighs and buttocks when you do. The wolfman lifts your legs up and points your backside directly at his face. He removes your boots carefully, followed by your britches. You cooperate by shimmying them down for him, exposing your flushed sex. His tongue begins eagerly lapping from your pussy lips to anus, occasionally snaking into your vagina until you are sopping wet from a combination of his spit and your juices. Your mind is reeling. You are in a state of ecstasy that none of your masturbatory efforts in the past could ever vaguely compare to. Your only desire at this moment is to spend your life with his cock in your mouth and his tongue in your pussy. The wolfman, however, has other plans. He lifts you with the ease you might lift a child's doll and stands up. He has turned you around so your virgin slit is aligned with his monstrous manhood. You are about to be fucked for the first time ... Hold my hands over my privates and [[firmly say no.]] Are you freaking kidding me? Yes! [[Fuck me |Standing fuck]] you magnificent animal!

Having successfully completed your very first cocktease, you decide you've had enough and it's time to call it a day. Certainly, your engorged new friend will simply turn off his erection and go back to being a silly puppy now, right? That's how male anatomy works, right? You pull back your hands and lay them atop your thighs as you prepare to rise. The wolfman lets out a harrumph that ends in a pitiable sigh. He turns his hips from side to side, causing his growing canine pole to swing back and forth hypnotically. You have to admit, [[it does look enticing. |I want to explore it.]] Nope. This cocktease is [[going home.]]

Standing fuck, vaginal He suspends you in mid-air, amazing you with his strength. Then he carefully inserts his pointed tip into your virginal slit and gently pulls you down onto the spreading curvature of his shaft. As he widens within you, you wince in a bit of pain, and he draws back. He repeats this a few times, preparing you for what is to come, and then sheathes several inches within you while you cry out in pain at the loss of your hymen. With that formality out of the way, you start to melt at the feeling of having his manhood within you. Having delicately stolen your cherry, the wolfman continues his precision assault, moving slower and deeper with his return thrusts. He is in full control of your body. Your eyes involuntarily roll up into your head, and a feral groan parts your lips. He wastes no time inserting his tongue into your waiting mouth, and you begin exchanging deep tongue kisses. Your bliss is total. The rhythm he strikes is ringing you like a bell and causing vibrations of pleasure throughout your whole body. No, this is not how you imagined your first time, but you would be willing to live the rest of your life being fucked all day by this virile beast. As he sinks deeper, you can finally get your feet to his hips, and you plant your heels into his sides and start kicking his toned ass gently toward you, encouraging his forward momentum into your abused twat. In truth, you know he cannot go any further without hurting you, and it must be taking him a lot of self-control not to simply break open your womb with the pointed tip of his cock and then rupture your pussy with his knot as you approach a joint climax. What a considerate lover! Your father, on the other hand, doesn't see this as "considerate lovemaking." He sees his mind-broken young daughter, with virginal blood stains around her overstretched pussy lips and smeared down her inner thighs, mixing with the precum of a seven-foot-tall beast man, whose 14-inch monster wolf cock is impaling her like a spear pierces the heart of a sow about to be butchered. Wait ... daddy's here?! Yes. And he is prepping his bow. Your response? "Don't look daddy! Please don't look!" It beats ... [[let us finish! |(END) let us finish!]] ... which is what you really mean. Do whatever you can to [[warn the wolfman. |(END) warn the wolfman.]] This could put your father in grave danger if the wolfman does not enjoy being interrupted at the height of coitus. [['"Save me daddy!"' |(END) "Save me, daddy!"]] you cry, so there is plausible deniability in the awkward aftermath of your lover's demise. Even if it is pretty unbelievable given your recent spurring of your lover's muscled buttocks, it might be the slim thread your father needs to retain his sanity after what he has witnessed. [[Give him a show.|(END) Give him a show.]] Grab fistfuls of the fur on the wolfman's back to pull yourself closer to him while trying to get your legs around his waist. At the same time, lock eyes with your father while sticking out your tongue to explore the wolfman's mouth.

When you start moving towards your bow, you hear the sudden burst of the wolfman's feet as he charges to get to it before you. You instinctively start to lunge, but quickly remember it is hopeless trying to outrun the beastman. He scoops the bow up in his powerful maw and hops up onto the fallen log, stopping in a crouched position. He cocks his head to the side as if to say, "Now what?" Seeing this wolfman with your precious bow in his mouth, leaving tooth marks and slobber on it, makes you feel ... [[Pathetic.]] I'm just a joke to him and I don't even know what he is. Tears well in your eyes. [[Amused.]] Laugh out loud. You know, he is kind of stupidly cute.

Your tears have an immediate effect on the beast. He springs forward agilely and lands before you with a thud that shakes the earth. Then he dips his head down and gently lays the bow at your feet. He pads backwards from you a couple of paces and then spins around, kicking up a bit of earth as he scurries off in the direction of the hills. You call to him, [["Wait! Don't go!"]] Pick up your bow and [[head home.]]

Your laughter seems to delight the beast. He springs forward agilely and lands before you with a thud that shakes the earth. Then he dips his head down and gently lays the bow at your feet. Again, all he seems to want is your affection, and in this mood, you oblige. You place your hand on the top of his head and stroke gently toward his back. The wolfman leans into your touch and begins adoringly brushing his face against your leg. He seems delighted by your gesture. You become a little more aggressive and give him a scratch around his ears, which flatten out a bit while he eagerly pushes back against your touch. It occurs to you that such a powerful creature probably can't nimbly scratch himself this way. He lifts his chin up a bit, and you move your gentle scratches down below his jaw. His eyes close in pleasure, and he starts to lean further and further back until he can no longer remain crouching but instead falls onto his back in bliss. His arm swats near your ankles as he falls, bringing your hands forward onto his chest and torso as you drop to your knees beside him. His chest and torso feel very different from the furry areas you have been petting so far. The fur here is shorter and not fluffy, but velvety soft. His muscles are hard and bulging and are arranged completely as a man's would be. One of your hands begins tracing his pectorals, while the other explores his abdominals. His eyes remain closed, and he emits an occasional soft whine. You are playing this beast like an instrument. His muscular body is setting off sensations of pleasure between your legs and up through your pelvis. You are starting to get off on this a bit. And he appears to be also, as a red point is starting to emerge from his thick sheath. In just the few seconds it takes you to consider what you should do next, several more inches sprout, revealing more of the wolfman's cock. You are startled by its rapid emergence. It is blood red, covered in a fine mesh of purple veins. The shape curves up on both sides, with a pointed projection at the tip that starts to become coated with clear drool leaking from his wide pee hole. [[I want to explore it.]] [[I want to go home now.]]

Once you are standing again, the wolfman rolls around to his side and springs up into a crouch. His erection remains exposed, extending almost to his knees. He wears a pained expression, as if being left dangling in such a predicament were somehow unpleasant for him. Oh well! Once you lift your bow again, the wolfman starts to scurry off in the direction of the hills. You catch occasional flashes of crimson from his giant, bobbing prick. It is a struggle to find your knife. You try to retrace the steps of your conflict to determine where the knife might have been tossed, and eventually locate it while passing your hands around some disturbed leaves. Almost immediately afterwards, you see your father approaching the trail from the opposite direction. He raises his hand in a wave and calls to you. "You're back early," he says. His eyes begin darting around the site of your encounter with growing alarm. He notices your disheveled appearance and asks in a concerned voice, "What happened here?" Hide your story. "[[Just a wolf |(END) Just a wolf]] I fended off." Tell your story. "I fended off [[a monstrous wolfman! |(END) a monstrous wolfman!]]"

Your father is not in the habit of distrusting you, but your explanation doesn't sit right with him. He pays close attention to you, giving you the impression he wants to make sure you are unharmed. It occurs to you that perhaps it was your father's approach that made the wolfman retreat. Having recovered your basket, you and your father head home in silence. You arrive before dusk to find your mother preparing dinner. She inquires about your dirtied backside, prompting your father to respond, "Tangled with a wolf that got away." Your mother encourages you to eat and rest. The next morning, your parents go out gathering, leaving you at home with chores. You wonder if they will encounter the wolfman, and if so, will they be safe? Perhaps you should have told them? As dusk approaches, you hear a wolf howling in the distance, and instantly your encounter returns to your mind. You become preoccupied by the thought of what might be happening to them. Soon after, your parents return laden with foraged supplies and in a chipper mood. You all turn in early that night, and you drift into a dreamless sleep. You awaken some hours later with a massive clawed hand pressed over your mouth, while other, equally strong hands, restrain your limbs and lift you from your bed. Bound in leather straps, you are silently passed through your window into the waiting arms of a creature whose kind you have encountered before. Cradled in his powerful furred arms, you feel something red hot, thick, and pointed occasionally bob upwards and strike your backside as your abductors carry you away into the night. Ending: Nope Select this ending at the beginning of the sequel to continue your story.

Your father listens to your story with rapidly growing alarm. His eyes become slightly wild, and he urges you to hush. He listens for the wolfman and, after a tense moment, commands, "We must go, hurry!" He stays on the cusp of a run all the way home. Once you reach your cabin, your father braces your mother by her arms and locks his eyes with hers. "We must leave tomorrow morning at first light. Gather only what you need to reach Iarnben. We are no longer safe here." He promises to explain along the way. She probes you for information, but your father interjects, "There is something terrible in the woods. I cannot lose you to it! Get packed up." While you and your mother prepare to travel, your father starts moving valuable supplies into his stash spots in the woods. He declines help and pleads with you both to stay indoors. At dawn, you leave the only home you have ever known, uncertain if you will ever be able to return. The next day's trek proceeds at an unusually brisk pace. Your father frequently scouts ahead, leaving you and your mother to catch up. Though you could probably keep up with him, he asks that you stay with your mother and be ready to defend yourselves. As evening approaches, you arrive at Muddybranch River to find it swollen and moving swiftly. Your father returns from his latest scouting, and informs you that the rope bridge across is gone, so you must divert your course further downstream until you can find a safer crossing. As evening falls, your father chooses a crossing spot that provokes a worried look from your mother. In the fading light, her eyes show you are sharing the same thought. This spot is more placid but will still require a swim. He must be desperate to cross the river tonight. You cross on your own, carrying your mother's supplies. Although the water was only up to your waist near the shores, the middle of the crossing required you to swim. Your father stays with your mother as they cross together. He does not let go of her. You set up camp and keep a small fire, barely sufficient to dry the wet clothes you must change out of. As you huddle by the campfire, shivering, you recall your father's promise to explain on the journey. However, you have never seen your parents look so frail as in this moment. He would not be able to explain over his chattering teeth, even if he wanted to. He presses you both to eat as much as you can before going to bed. He says he will take the first watch and wake you when it is your turn. You have never been on guard in all the years you have camped with your parents. Your sleep is fitful and freezing, and an uncertain number of hours after having gone to bed, you are awakened by your father calling you and your mother to run. The massive shadow of a wolfman is kicking out the remnants of your tiny campfire. You hear your father struggling in the darkness, then a thud and thrashing as he struggles with an attacker on the ground. The meager moonlight straining through the forest canopy is not sufficient for you to make out where your attackers are, but their peculiar musky scent pervades the area, heavily mixed with a smell like human sweat. You grab for your knife and find an enormous furred hand instead. Another pair of hands seizes your arms and pulls them behind your back while lifting you off the ground. Your mother is calling your name, then your father's. She is terrified and dazed, though apparently unharmed. Leather straps are wound around your wrists and ankles. Then you are cradled in the powerfully muscled, furry arms of a wolfman as he rapidly carries you off from the camp. Soon, he is flanked by two other wolfmen moving at astonishing speed. You feel something red hot, thick, and pointed occasionally bob upwards and strike your backside as your abductors carry you away into the night. Ending: Family Nope Select this ending at the beginning of the sequel to continue your story.

The wolfman stops and turns back to give you one last longing gaze with his piercing, icy blue eyes. Then he continues his retreat. You pick up the bow he laid at your feet. It bears tiny scratches where he gripped it between his teeth. You begin gathering the rest of your gear, but finding your knife is a struggle. You try to retrace the steps of your conflict to determine where the knife might have been tossed, and eventually locate it while passing your hands around some disturbed leaves. Almost immediately afterwards, you see your father approaching the trail from the opposite direction. He raises his hand in a wave and calls to you. "You're back early," he says. His eyes begin darting around the site of your encounter with growing alarm. He notices your disheveled appearance and asks in a concerned voice, "What happened here?" Hide your story. "[[Just a wolf |(END) Just a wolf]] I fended off." Tell your story. "I fended off [[a monstrous wolfman! |(END) a monstrous wolfman!]]"

You pick up the bow he laid at your feet. It bears tiny scratches where he gripped it between his teeth. You begin gathering the rest of your gear, but it is a struggle to find your knife. You try to retrace the steps of your conflict to determine where the knife might have been tossed, and eventually locate it while passing your hands around some disturbed leaves. Almost immediately afterwards, you see your father approaching the trail from the opposite direction. He raises his hand in a wave and calls to you. "You're back early," he says. His eyes begin darting around the site of your encounter with growing alarm. He notices your disheveled appearance and asks in a concerned voice, "What happened here?" Hide your story. "[[Just a wolf |(END) Just a wolf]] I fended off." Tell your story. "I fended off [[a monstrous wolfman! |(END) a monstrous wolfman!]]"

Exhibitionism Bouncing upon the wolfman's fuck pole makes your declaration come out more like "Please! Ugh. Don't! Ugh. Look daddy! Ugh. Don't. Ugh. Look!" The wolfman ignores your sputtering and laps his broad tongue repeatedly across your left nipple. Your pussy begins milking the wolfman's crimson manhood, sending him over the edge. He spasms wildly within you. Ropes of thick canine seed feel as if they are shooting directly into your womb. The massive volume of his ejaculate cannot be contained and begins spraying out in noisy spurts from where your overstretched pussy rings his fat crimson wolf cock. At that moment, the beastman throws his head back and bellows in agony, only to have his howl interrupted as gushes of blood spray from his maw. As you are thrown backward, hot blood splashes on your face. Your flight ends quickly with a sharp strike to your head and back against a nearby tree. Darkness closes around your field of vision, and you go deaf. Before losing consciousness, you see the wolfman drop to his knees while an arrow emerges from his throat. You have only brief moments of consciousness as the hours roll by ... your mother crying over you ... having your face washed with a damp rag ... being urged to drink. Late in the afternoon the next day, you awaken in your bed with an intense headache and a dreadful thirst. Your mother is quick to bring you water and help you sit up. She kisses you on the cheeks several times and assures you that everything will be fine, despite the fact that her red puffy eyes reveal she has recently been in tears. "Your father told me about that ... thing ... that monster! He has been busy getting ready to take us to Iarnben as soon as you are well enough to walk." Before you can respond, she is off to fetch you a bowl of stew. When she returns, she insists on feeding you like a child. You are still too exhausted to make much protest. After a quick dinner, you drift off to sleep. You awaken some hours later with a massive clawed hand pressed over your mouth, while other, equally strong hands restrain your limbs and lift you from your bed. Bound in leather straps, you are silently passed through your window into the waiting arms of a creature whose kind you have encountered before. Cradled in his powerful furred arms, you feel something red hot, thick, and pointed occasionally bob upwards and strike your backside as your abductors carry you away into the night. Ending: Better Bred than Dead. Select this ending at the beginning of the sequel to continue your story.

Exhibitionism You bring both fists down onto the wolfman's chest with a sudden, sharp blow while you shriek, "Look out!" with your eyes focused on your father. The painful blow surprises the wolfman, who loses his rhythm, leading to his huge fuck pole slopping out of your gaping pussy while he staggers slightly to the side. The sudden, forceful withdrawal sends a spasm of poorly timed pleasure through your vagina. Your brain tries frantically to cancel out an impending orgasm. While it argues with your twat, the wolfman spins around with you in front of him. Your arms instinctively wrap around his neck while your legs dangle on either side of his engorged crimson manhood. Your father cannot safely take a shot, nor can the wolfman release you without being shot. Faced with this impasse, the wolfman chooses a course of utter chutzpah. He raises you back up and sheaths his canine prick up to your womb. Your father shouts in rage, and you squeal with pleasure. Your brain loses its debate with your nethers, and you begin climaxing. Waves of bliss ripple from your pelvis, and your body melts into the arms of your bestial lover. The audacious wolfman conducts an obscene dance with you, maneuvering your naked flesh to shield himself from your father while he impales you over and over. With a final pirouette around a particularly large tree, he plants you against the trunk and thrusts deeply inside your innards. Ropes of thick canine seed feel as if they are shooting directly into your womb. The massive volume of his ejaculate cannot be contained and begins spraying out in noisy spurts from where your overstretched pussy rings his fat crimson wolf cock. He howls in victory and then yanks you off his cock and throws you over his back. As you pass over his shoulders, you see your father grimace and avert his shot slightly to avoid hitting you. The arrow plants itself into the trunk that only recently served as your upright wooden mattress. The wolfman bolts into the woods in the direction of the hills, carrying you away as his trophy. The bouncing of his motion throws your head up against a thick, low-hanging branch, dazing you. As your consciousness dims, you feel strangely amused by the swishing of the wolfman's tail, which occasionally brushes your nose while your hands lightly slap his flexing backside. Ending: Should've nocked. Select this ending at the beginning of the sequel to continue your story.

Exhibitionism "Save me, daddy!" you shriek. It would perhaps be more convincing if your eyes didn't roll back into your head and you didn't groan like a bitch in heat immediately afterwards. The wolfman ignores your entreaty and laps his broad tongue repeatedly across your left nipple. Your pussy starts to convulse and begins milking the wolfman's crimson manhood, sending him over the edge. He begins spasming wildly within you. Ropes of thick canine seed feel as if they are shooting directly into your womb. The massive volume of his ejaculate cannot be contained and begins spraying out in noisy spurts from where your overstretched pussy rings his fat crimson wolf cock. At that moment, the beastman throws his head back and bellows in agony, only to have his howl interrupted as gushes of blood spray from his maw. As you are thrown backward, hot blood splashes on your face. Your flight ends quickly with a sharp strike to your head and back against a nearby tree. Darkness closes around your field of vision, and you go deaf. Before losing consciousness, you see the wolfman drop to his knees while an arrow emerges from his throat. You have only brief moments of consciousness as the hours roll by ... your mother crying over you ... having your face washed with a damp rag ... being urged to drink. Late in the afternoon the next day, you awaken in your bed with an intense headache and a dreadful thirst. Your mother is quick to bring you water and help you sit up. She kisses you on the cheeks several times and assures you that everything will be fine, despite the fact that her red puffy eyes reveal she has recently been in tears. "Your father told me about that ... thing ... that monster! He has been busy getting ready to take us to Iarnben as soon as you are well enough to walk." Before you can respond, she is off to fetch you a bowl of stew. When she returns, she insists on feeding you like a child. You are still too exhausted to make much protest. After a quick dinner, you drift off to sleep. You awaken some hours later with a massive clawed hand pressed over your mouth, while other, equally strong hands restrain your limbs and lift you from your bed. Bound in leather straps, you are silently passed through your window into the waiting arms of a creature whose kind you have encountered before. Cradled in his powerful furred arms, you feel something red hot, thick, and pointed occasionally bob upwards and strike your backside as your abductors carry you away into the night. Ending: Better Bred than Dead. Select this ending at the beginning of the sequel to continue your story.

Exhibitionism Your rough handling and probing tongue spur your wolfman lover to growl in ecstasy and devour your wanting mouth. His thrusts slip deeper as he starts to lose control, and you feel a shock of pain as he rams the tip of his cock at the entrance to your womb. The immediate aftermath, however, is a rush of pleasure that pours down your pussy chasing after his retreating member, begging it to come back. You groan incoherently and begin shuddering like you are having a seizure. Your orgasm is affecting your whole body at once, and you are dancing upon the titanic wolf's meat like a puppet with tangled strings. Your father's gaping mouth and horrified, defeated, tearful eyes contribute to the delightful wrongness of this moment, which is helping to send you to a heaven of sexual bliss. He knows you want this and that you don't want to be saved. Your frantic climax sends the wolfman over the top. He starts spasming wildly within you. Ropes of thick canine seed feel as if they are shooting directly into your womb. The massive volume of his ejaculate cannot be contained and begins spraying out in noisy spurts from where your overstretched pussy rings his fat crimson wolf cock. At that moment, the beastman throws his head back and bellows in agony, only to have his howl interrupted as gushes of blood spray from his maw. As you are thrown backward, hot blood splashes on your face. Your flight ends quickly with a sharp strike to your head and back against a nearby tree. Darkness closes around your field of vision, and you go deaf. Before losing consciousness, you see the wolfman drop to his knees while an arrow emerges from his throat. You have only brief moments of consciousness as the hours roll by ... your mother crying over you ... having your face washed with a damp rag ... being urged to drink. Late in the afternoon the next day, you awaken in your bed with an intense headache and a dreadful thirst. Your mother is quick to bring you water and help you sit up. She kisses you on the cheeks several times and assures you that everything will be fine, despite the fact that her red puffy eyes reveal she has recently been in tears. "Your father told me about that ... thing ... that monster! He has been busy getting ready to take us to Iarnben as soon as you are well enough to walk." Before you can respond, she is off to fetch you a bowl of stew. When she returns, she insists on feeding you like a child. You are still too exhausted to make much protest. After a quick dinner, you drift off to sleep. You awaken some hours later with a massive clawed hand pressed over your mouth, while other, equally strong hands restrain your limbs and lift you from your bed. Bound in leather straps, you are silently passed through your window into the waiting arms of a creature whose kind you have encountered before. Cradled in his powerful furred arms, you feel something red hot, thick, and pointed occasionally bob upwards and strike your backside as your abductors carry you away into the night. Ending: Watch this! Select this ending at the beginning of the sequel to continue your story.

You have hunted prey since you were a child. From doves to bears, you have brought down every type of animal this forest contains. This one cannot elude you. Though he is out of sight by the time you have your gear, you quickly locate the blood trail. His wound must be particularly bad. It isn't long before you catch sight of him again, crouched against a large tree while panting heavily. He doesn't appear to have heard you yet. You stealthily close the distance to a position where you will have a clear shot. The scent of the creature becomes overpowering. It is strangely spicy, and though it smells like a wolf, it also smells like human sweat and blood. His face is canine, but strangely cute and youthful, almost puppy-like. His muzzle is shorter than a wolf's, with rounder, thicker teeth, a dark pink tongue, and a clay-red canine nose. His eyes are mostly closed, but you can see they are larger than a human's and brilliantly sky-blue, surrounded by a significant amount of white like a human's would be. He raises his head weakly to look at you. It appears he lacks the strength to stand back up. Looking at this dying wolfman is an unusual and otherworldly experience in many ways. Though you have often tracked animals you have wounded and found them in such a state, this creature's eyes display human intelligence and awareness of your role in its fate. His eyes do not show fear; they do not plead with you or despise you. They look sad and resigned. What do your eyes say back to him? [[You pity him. |Deciding his fate 2]] Now that you can see the intelligence in his eyes, you believe that hunting him was the wrong choice. But what can you do? [[Satisfaction. |Deciding his fate 2]] You are the victor in a fantastical encounter from a moonlit campfire story. And you get to choose the ending. [[Arousal. |Deciding his fate 2]] You have achieved total victory over this hyper-masculine beast, and it is making you rather excited. [[Disgust. |Deciding his fate 2]] He is a brute animal and a weakling, a monstrous abomination. It is only proper that you get to decide his fate.

The hunt is over, and you are resolved ... [[Finish him off. |Finish him off, slow hunt]] [[Give him aid.]] [[Leave him be.]]

You swiftly locate a slope that doesn't require you to climb. You move sure-footed along the ridge until you reach the top of the cliff you saw from below. The unobstructed sunlight is stronger here, making your body pleasurably warm while you survey the forest downhill. You'll need to [[proceed further into the hills |Proceed further into the hills.]] if you are to bring home a full basket.

Refreshed, you gather your gear and push on in the direction of the hills. The forest gives way to stones and shrubs. Here you can occasionally find some pungent, flavorful herbs and medicinal creeping vines. However, the pickings are unusually slim. You decide to have your lunch and then head back. As your parents taught you, you will take a slightly different route home in hopes of supplementing what you have gathered so far. After washing down a morsel of dried venison, you hear the sharp crack of a tumbling rock over a nearby rise. Bounding a few steps up onto higher stones, you can see the entrance of a cave, which is just around the corner from your resting spot. Approaching it, you see countless, massive footprints in the dust around the entrance. They look like wolf foot prints, but they are bigger than bear foot prints. You cannot suppress a shudder at the bizarre find. [[Time to explore.]] Enter the pitch-black cave, which could be filled with ravenous wolves of unusual size. [[Time to run.]] Get out of here. You won't be lunch for a pack of wolves.

You drive your hunting blade through the back of the wolfman's right hand as he attempts to pull himself atop the cliff. He bellows thunderously in agony but doesn't release his grip. Your knife struck stone, so he is not pinned in place. Instead, astoundingly, he continues to use both hands to pull himself up even as your knife twists in his bleeding flesh. He uses his forward momentum to knock you back, causing you to release your grip on the blade. Then he envelops you in his massive, furred body, taking you to the ground. Your mind reels as the back of your head strikes the trunk of a nearby tree. Your vision blurs. You hear your bow snap. He straddles your torso and pins your arms to your sides beneath his burly legs. You are struck by his unusual musky odor, like a wolf but with a somewhat smoky, spicy scent. He waits for your focus to return. Seeing the recognition come into your gaze, he bares his fangs in an expression of menace. His radiant blue eyes communicate anger and contempt. He lifts his punctured hand above your face, and his blood drips onto your lips. With a swift yank, he withdraws your blade and then drives it into the trunk of the tree with such violent force that the blade snaps and remains buried in the wood. He then uses his uninjured hand to tear your vest into shreds, fully exposing your plump, young breasts to the chill autumn air. He takes a particularly long scrap and begins tightly wrapping it around his injured hand. This beast may be naked and without tools, but he is not unintelligent. He watches your eyes, waiting for a response. [[Threaten.]] "If you hurt me, my father will hunt you down and skin you alive!" [[Apologize.]] "I'm sorry. I thought you were going to hurt me."

You expertly send your hunting knife up into his neck, cutting short a pained howl as a gush of blood enters his throat. He falls backward from the cliff and hits the ground below with the force of a fallen tree. The rusty smell of blood on your blade mixes with his lingering, musky canine scent. You tower over the strange creature, the victorious huntress, your breasts heaving as your shirt balloons open in response to a stray, cool breeze. It is unbelievable. Take a trophy - [[his pelt.]] Practical proof of your encounter. This will slow you down considerably. Take a trophy - [[his hand.]] Terrifying proof of your encounter. This can be done quickly. His genitals won't last as a trophy, but you have a sudden perverse desire to [[explore them.]] [[Leave him alone.]] Gather your things and head home before it gets dark.

With both hands required to support his weight on the cliff's edge and your blade at his throat, you have his complete attention. He is obviously intelligent enough to realize the danger he is in, if not intelligent enough to have avoided it in the first place. You are struck by his unusual musky odor, like a wolf but with a somewhat smoky, spicy scent that is not unpleasant. His breath passes forcefully through his nose and stirs up the dust on the nearby rocks. He is waiting for you to decide what to do since he appears to be out of ideas. Will he understand if you command him? "[[Get up here]] -- very slowly." You tilt your blade up slightly and then make a "come here" gesture with your free hand. "[[Climb back down]] and get as far away from me as you can! If I so much as smell your furry backside again, I will hunt you down and skin you." You tilt your blade down and point to the base of the cliff.

He is too quick for you. As you turn to run, he grabs your arm and spins you around to face him. His grip is intensely tight, but he makes no further effort to subdue you. If he had wanted to maul or kill you, he could have done so by now. His expressive eyes lock on yours, and he begins to loosen his grip. At full height, he is over a foot and a half taller than you and more than twice as broad in the shoulders. You are struck by his unusual musky odor, like a wolf but with a somewhat smoky, spicy scent. His face is less expressive than his eyes, but you detect a kind of human smile spreading through his muzzle. Slowly, while maintaining eye contact with you, he begins to crouch and lean slightly to the side while staying in front of you. You are looking down upon him now and feel almost mesmerized by his objectively lovely eyes. Suddenly, he jerks forward and plants his muzzle directly into your crotch. He inhales so deeply that your pants are pulled up slightly off of your skin. He must have been attracted by the smell of your self-pleasuring. This is wrong! [[Swat his head away.]] He wants me! This is weirdly arousing. [[Pet his head.]]

As he crests the cliff's edge, you straighten your back and hold your head up. You stare directly into his eyes and keep your face stern and determined. Your body cooperates with your countenance, and you manage not to quail in the face of the beastman. His expressive eyes lock on yours, and he begins to match your posture. At full height, he is over a foot and a half taller than you and more than twice as broad at the shoulders. You are struck by his unusual musky odor, like a wolf but with a somewhat smoky, spicy scent. His face is less expressive than his eyes, but you detect a kind of human smile spreading through his muzzle. Slowly, while maintaining eye contact with you, he begins to crouch and lean slightly to the side while staying in front of you. You are looking down upon him now and feel almost mesmerized by his objectively lovely eyes. Suddenly, he jerks forward and plants his muzzle directly into your crotch. He inhales so deeply that your pants are pulled up slightly off of your skin. He must have been attracted by the smell of your self-pleasuring. This is wrong! [[Swat his head away.]] He wants me! This is weirdly arousing. [[Pet his head.]]

You give him a swat on the head to let him know you aren't interested. "No!" His radiant blue eyes look at you with clear signs of confusion and frustration. He partially rises and spreads his arms as if to show he is not going to force you. He flexes his chest, tightens his abdominal muscles, and then directs his eyes - and yours - to his emerging canine cock. It is blood red and covered in a network of fine purple veins. It pulses upward with his heartbeat. It is as thick as your arm, and eight inches are showing with the promise of more to come. On the underside is a thick ridge, and the tip is pointed and curves down to a fat shaft, which is already dripping precum. His hands cup his balls, and then he turns slightly to show you his profile. You get the feeling he is trying to prove to you he is a worthy specimen for you to mate with. He has a point - more than one, actually. [[Let him continue.|Let him.]] You're no sexual god to me, mister. [["I said no!"]]

You attempt to wriggle out of his intensely tight grip, but it is no use. He takes hold of both of your arms, pulls you up, and lets out a low, rumbling growl. He snaps his teeth in your face as a warning. Your eyes flinch shut involuntarily as his hot, gamey breath blows across your face. If he had wanted to maul or kill you, he could have done so by now. His expressive eyes lock on yours, and he begins to loosen his grip and lower you back to the ground. At full height, he is over a foot and a half taller than you and more than twice as broad in the shoulders. You are struck by his unusual musky odor, like a wolf but with a somewhat smoky, spicy scent. His face is less expressive than his eyes, but you detect a kind of human smile spreading through his muzzle. Slowly, while maintaining eye contact with you, he begins to crouch and lean slightly to the side while staying in front of you. You are looking down upon him now and feel almost mesmerized by his objectively lovely eyes. Suddenly, he jerks forward and plants his muzzle directly into your crotch. He inhales so deeply that your pants are pulled up slightly off of your skin. He must have been attracted by the smell of your self-pleasuring. This is wrong! [[Swat his head away.]] He wants me! This is weirdly arousing. [[Pet his head.]]

With a surprisingly agile display, he slips the knife from your hand and returns it to the leather sheath at your waist. His fingers are as fat as human cocks, and without the claw-like, black nails jutting from their tips, they might feel as pleasurable inside a willing pussy. His expressive eyes lock on yours, and he begins to loosen his grip. At full height, he is over a foot and a half taller than you and more than twice as broad in the shoulders. You are struck by his unusual musky odor, like a wolf but with a somewhat smoky, spicy scent. His face is less expressive than his eyes, but you detect a kind of human smile spreading through his muzzle. Slowly, while maintaining eye contact with you, he begins to crouch and lean slightly to the side while staying in front of you. You are looking down upon him now and feel almost mesmerized by his objectively lovely eyes. Suddenly, he jerks forward and plants his muzzle directly into your crotch. He inhales so deeply that your pants are pulled up slightly off of your skin. He must have been attracted by the smell of your self-pleasuring. This is wrong! [[Swat his head away.]] He wants me! This is weirdly arousing. [[Pet his head.]]

With your knife at his neck, his pained howl turns into a stifled groan as he cups his heavy, unhappy balls tenderly. He is obviously intelligent enough to realize the danger he is in, if not intelligent enough to have avoided it in the first place. He remains crouched, radiant blue eyes completely fixed on yours, a confused expression upon his puppyish face. His lips part slowly, and his wide pink tongue juts forward. He inhales deeply through his nose and mouth simultaneously, and his eyes seem to momentarily lose their focus. He is drinking in your scent. How do you feel? [[Dominant and horny.]] I want to use this magnificent, masculine beast's body in any way I see fit. [[Aroused and ready]] for him to take the lead now. [[Angry. |throat kill]] Finish him off.

He cups his heavy, unhappy balls tenderly. You place a hand on his furry shoulder. "I'm sorry, I thought you were going to hurt me." He remains crouched, his icy blue eyes completely fixed on yours, a confused expression upon his puppyish face. His lips part slowly, and his wide pink tongue juts forward. He inhales deeply through his nose and mouth simultaneously, and his eyes seem to momentarily lose their focus. He is drinking in your scent. Slowly, while maintaining eye contact with you, he begins to lean slightly to the side while staying in front of you. You are looking down upon him now and feel almost mesmerized by his objectively lovely eyes. Suddenly, he jerks forward and plants his muzzle directly into your crotch. He inhales so deeply that your pants are pulled up slightly off of your skin. The blood-red tip of his beast cock starts to peek out from his thick sheath. That's quite an over-powering urge to mate he has. Your thoughts? [[A little cunnilingus would be nice.|Let him.]] [[I really should be going.]]

The wolfman slowly begins to comply, pulling his weight up effortlessly with both arms. You continue to keep the knife at his throat while you back up and stand up further. He remains crouched, his icy blue eyes locked on yours, his puppyish face expressionless. His lips part slowly, and his wide pink tongue juts forward. He inhales deeply through his nose and mouth simultaneously, and his eyes seem to momentarily lose their focus. He is drinking in your scent. The blood-red tip of his beast cock emerges from his thick sheath. He must have been attracted by the smell of your self-pleasuring. How do you feel? [[Dominant and horny.]] I want to use this magnificent, masculine beast's body in any way I see fit. [[Aroused and ready]] for him to take the lead now. [[Angry. |into his neck.]] Finish him off.

He does not hesitate, but slowly begins to move one hand and one leg back down the cliff. He is showing compliance but can go no further until you pull back your blade. You remove it ever so slightly, giving him enough room to pull his head backwards and continue to descend. He seems to believe you have the skill to finish him off if he tries anything. As the distance between you increases, he picks up speed and then kicks himself off the rocks and drops the last 8 feet to the ground with a twist. As soon as he hits the dirt, he gives you one last glance with his icy blue eyes. They are dejected and puppy-like. He starts to pant and then bolts off on a trajectory away from both the hills and the deep forest. It seems he knows the boundaries of your territory. You wait for some time to make sure he is truly gone. The gentle sounds of the autumnal forest return, and you neither sense nor smell the beast. You bundle your clothes back up and gather your gear, then start the journey home. As you travel home, your mind is completely preoccupied with thoughts of the creature you encountered. Where did he come from? Is he truly gone? What if he returns? What if there are others? It is dusk when you arrive at your family's home. Your eyes betray that something has happened. [[Tell your story. |(END) Tell your story cliff after dream]] [[Keep your story to yourself.|(END) Keep it to yourself, after dream]]

Cunnilingus, female domination You command him in a growling voice "Your mine now, you got that pup? I will spare your life as long as you do as I say. Nod if you understand me." You press the knife in a bit to make your point. With the utmost caution, he nods ever so slightly in the affirmative. "Take off my boots, very slowly." He complies. You start to circle behind him, nudging him with your knee to move him further away from the ledge. You keep your knife pressed against his jugular. As he moves forward, you remove your belt. "Put your hands behind your back." Again, he complies. You use your belt to bind his wrists together painfully tight. He doesn't resist or wince. You begin fondling his pendulous, velvety ball sack with your free hand. "Do you want to keep these? Then do exactly what Mama says." You return in front of him and sit on the ground. You wiggle your toes to clear away some forest debris, then plant your feet on either side of his furry sheath. With a couple of squeezes, a few more inches are revealed. His cock is blood red, canine in appearance, and covered with a delicate mesh of purple veins. The tip is pointed and completely unlike the bell-shaped head of a man's penis. The shaft is as thick as your upper arm. You begin massaging his rising beast cock with your feet, alternating between stroking, squeezing, and playfully kicking it around. You love the feeling of the heat rolling off him. Occasionally, you plant both feet on his full sack, pressing firmly upon his balls. The ball presses have the biggest effect, as if his cock is inflating with the action. At its full glory, it is as long as your forearm and half over as thick. There is a ridge running down its rounded length. At the base is a huge knot as thick as your knee. It would destroy a human vagina. A constant trickle of precum is now seeping from his pee slit and running down the ridge of his meat. He pants heavily and strains to stay in place as commanded. The frustration of not being in control is driving him mad. You remove your pants, exposing your flushed, puffy vulva. "Bend down and lick my pussy. If I feel a tooth, I will put this knife through your eye and into your tiny brain. Understood?" He eagerly complies - anything to be able to start moving again so he can touch you. His hot, wide, canine tongue wastes no time diving into your waiting snatch. Sometimes, his curling tongue probes you like a snake; at other times, it strokes from the bottom of your pussy lips to the top in frenzied vibrations. You can't help but gasp each time he crosses your hardening clit. Ripples of pleasure build into waves that flow from your crotch up into your pelvis and down your trembling legs. Soon, you are sopping wet with a combination of his saliva and your juices. You grasp the shaggy hair at the top of his head and push his face hard against your crotch. The forceful jolt triggers an orgasm beyond anything your masturbatory efforts could ever achieve. You start spasming on the face of this conquered beast. Your girl cum shoots out into his mouth, and he happily laps it up while you moan in ecstasy. You are a twitching mess, but you never lose the grip on your knife, which remains near his head the whole time. His licking becomes slower and more gentle. He seems to be trying to comply with your previous instructions without interfering with your post-orgasmic bliss. How will this encounter end? Your next command, mistress? [['"Stand up."'|(END) stand up dom]] Suck his cock and decide when he comes. [['"Fuck my pussy,"'|(END) dom fuck]] you demand, "and don't cum until I tell you to."

Cunnilingus The beast senses your hesitation and detects the subtle change in your posture as your pussy begins to tingle in response to thoughts of being pleasured by his hyper-masculine physique. Slowly, while maintaining eye contact with you, he pads forward, and, seeing you make no effort to stop him, he plants his muzzle between your legs and breathes in so deeply that your pants lose contact with your skin. The sensation starts a drip in your cunny, which encourages him to press his face harder and wiggle it back and forth, stimulating your pussy lips. You involuntarily groan and drop your knife. He yanks your pants down and exposes your tight, virgin sex. His long, wide, canine tongue flops out fully and begins exploring from your slit to anus, sending shocks of ecstasy up into your pelvis. You are mesmerized as his wolf cock steadily marches out from his sheath, growing ever more engorged as he revels in your twat. It's at least eight inches long now, with more on the way. It is blood red, covered in a fine mesh of purple veins. The shape curves up on both sides, with a narrow projection at the tip that starts leaking clear drool from his wide pee hole. You gasp as his hot tongue penetrates the opening of your vagina. Your knees buckle, and you fall forward onto him. Your hands sink into the soft, shaggy fur of his back, which feels delightful on your skin. While he works your trembling twat, you can't help but stroke him. The wolfman suddenly stands up and repositions you in front of him, his massive hands enveloping your waist. Then he slides his hands around your backside and grabs your thighs, lifting you up while aligning the tip of his fully erect, 14-inch fuck pole with your entrance. Hold my hands over my privates and [[firmly say no. |(END) say no far]] Are you freaking kidding me? Yes! [[Fuck me |(END) Standing fuck, uncertain]] you magnificent animal!

The wolfman's sky blue eyes dart to your obstructing hands, and he huffs in disappointment and frustration. He drags his enormous canine shaft between your thighs once, pressing with tantalizing pressure against your fingers. He seems to be asking, "Are you sure you don't want this amazing cock in you?" His puppy-dog eyes look longingly into yours, and his expression conveys a deep yearning to make love to you. [[Open for business ... you pull your hands away. |Standing fuck]] [[Shake your head, no.]]

You draw your hunting knife and consider how best to take his hand. It is at least a foot and a half long, from the base of his palm to the tip of his middle finger. The fingers are articulated like a human's but much thicker and stronger. The charcoal black palm has a grainy but soft texture reminiscent of a wolf's footpad. The ebony, claw-like nails are fearsome, positioned where a human's nails would be, but thicker and more curved like a canine's. A swift strike will not sever this monster's wrist. You make multiple surgical cuts and leave enough skin and fur to bundle the stump. The bizarreness of this moment strikes you as you tuck your trophy away and head home. Your journey back is a blur. Your mind is completely preoccupied with thoughts of the creature you slew. At some point, you pick up your basket, but you have only the vaguest recollection of doing so. It is dark when you arrive at your family's home, and your eyes betray that something has happened. [[Tell your story. |(END) Tell your story, the hand]] [[Keep your story to yourself. |(END) Hide your story, the hand]]

Necro You gather your gear and head along the stone outcropping until you can find a slope that will allow you to descend without climbing. On the way, your mind suggests the fear that the creature will be gone when you arrive back at the base of the cliff, but his corpse is indeed still there. You kneel beside the hulking creature. Stretched out, he appears to be over seven feet tall. Your eyes pass over the rippling muscles of his abdomen and rest upon his furry, charcoal-gray sheath. You run your hands over the orbs at his crotch. They are firm and heavy, but the fur is incredibly soft. It occurs to you that his scrotum would make an excellent pouch. Gripping the sheath, you are able to make his penis protrude with a good squeeze, but no more than a few inches are revealed. His cock is blood red, canine in appearance, and covered with a delicate mesh of purple veins. It is completely animalistic and carries the intense, peculiar scent of this beast. [[Curiosity sated |Chickening Out(rage)]], look away from his genitals. [[Curiosity piqued |Curiosity piqued.]] ... you want more. You begin working his sheath until you can see his cock in its full glory.

You leave the corpse of the wolfman alone and gather your gear. Your journey home is a blur. Your mind is completely preoccupied with thoughts of the creature you slew. It is dusk when you arrive at your family's home, and your eyes betray that something has happened. [[Tell your story. |(END) Tell your story no proof]] [[Keep your story to yourself. |(END) Keep it to yourself, no proof]]

You shout at him to stop, and you start scrambling in the dirt, trying to get yourself upright while you thrust your hands protectively over your crotch. He crawls forward while you are crawling back. You are now face-to-face with the wolfman. Your knees, closed together, form an arch over which his chest and arms stretch, pinning you without actually touching you. His features are canine, but strangely cute and youthful, almost puppy-like. His muzzle is shorter than a wolf's, with rounder, thicker teeth, a dark pink tongue, and a clay-red canine nose. His eyes are larger than a human's and brilliantly sky blue, surrounded by a significant amount of solid white like a human's would be. His expression is one of curiosity and excitement, and his tongue darts forward and back from his gaping mouth, which is curled into an almost human grin. His pointed ears sit up attentively atop his head, both swiveling in your direction. You get the distinct impression that he thinks this is hilarious. He shows not the slightest surprise that you are still living. [[Enamored.|Enamored.]] Aww. He's not a beast; he's just a cute puppy! [[Aroused. |Yum!]] He is a slab of masculine meat who has just proven he is the superior hunter. [[Bitchy. |Bitchy 2]] Look at that stupid grin! I'll show him who is in control!

Cunnilingus, blowjob As the seam opens, exposing your crotch to the cool fall air, the wolfman dives his face back between your legs and begins greedily lapping from your pussy lips to your anus, occasionally snaking into your twat, until you are sopping wet from a combination of his spit and your juices. Your mind is reeling. None of your masturbatory efforts in the past could ever vaguely compare to what you are experiencing. You cannot remain silent any longer; an involuntary moan escapes your lips, and a shiver passes down your spine. You spread your legs to give him better access to your vagina. The wolfman seizes the invitation by lifting you up as he slides his back to the ground, all the while never stopping his devouring of your sex. Your pussy is practically glued to his face, your breasts press against the rippling muscles of his stomach, and your head aligns with his crotch. There, towering before you, is his majestic phallus. It is blood red, canine in appearance, with a network of fine purple veins coursing through it. It's at least eight inches long, with more on the way. At its broadest point, it is as thick around as your arm, but it tapers significantly near the tip. A ridge runs down the underside, carrying his precum down his shaft. He raises his hips a bit, and his monster cock juts toward your lips. You are too aroused not to reciprocate his oral affections. If he removed his tongue from your pussy right now, the frustration would bring tears to your eyes. You move your mouth to the tip of the pulsing rod and lick up a slight taste of his precum. It is vaguely salty and not at all objectionable. The scent from his groin, however, is intoxicating. The musky, spicy odor is much more concentrated here, and it is leaving your head swimming. Blood pumps to your groin and your clit becomes rock hard. You begin suckling the top of his cock while wringing your hands around his sheath. Another six inches surge forward, followed by a knot twice as large as a man's fist. It would destroy a human pussy. You begin working the cock with both hands while passing the head in and out of your mouth. Your tongue repeatedly delves into his pee hole, causing him to clench his thighs and buttocks when you do. The wolfman removes your boots carefully, followed by your britches. You cooperate by shimmying them down for him, reveling in the feel of his velvety fur against your naked flesh. He caresses your thighs and then returns to savoring the addictive taste of your cunny. Your eyes roll back in your head as you feel your orgasm approaching. Your only desire at this moment is to spend your life with his cock in your mouth and his tongue in your pussy. The wolfman, however, has other plans. He lifts you with the ease you might lift a child's doll and stands up. He has turned you around so your virgin slit is aligned with his monstrous manhood. You are about to be fucked for the first time ... Hold my hands over my privates and [[firmly say no.]] Are you freaking kidding me? Yes! [[Fuck me |Standing fuck]] you magnificent animal!

Blood rushes to your head while you put on your tantrum face and begin shouting at the wolfman, "Get off of me, you great dumb dog!" His mouth closes, and his face pulls away from yours as you scream. Atop his head, his pointed canine ears pivot away from the shrill sound of your voice. For a moment, there is silence while he simply stares at you. Then his beautiful blue eyes narrow and fix menacingly upon yours; he inhales sharply, and he releases a cacophonous roar directly into your face. Your ears deaden under the assault. His maw stretches wider than the distance from your forehead to chin, revealing gleaming white fangs. As the roar dies down, your ears ring, and your face feels wet from spittle and his humid breath. You are momentarily stunned. Something primal inside of you has shut down your ability to respond. Your brain lectures your body, "Oh, so now you suddenly know how to play dead." As quickly as the seeming explosion of rage appears, it passes, and the wolfman goes back to his quizzical, wide-eyed, almost goofy expression. You remain pinned beneath him. Seeing your lack of response, he hangs his long, wide, canine tongue out of his mouth and licks up from your chin, pulling your lips apart and then dragging his tongue between them and up to your nostrils, which are wetted with his saliva. [['"Eww!"'|Eww!]] Express your disgust. [['"Aww!"'|Enamored.]] Express your approval of his continued attempts to get you to like him. [['"Yum!"'|Yum!]] That was the first time you ever had someone else's tongue in your mouth, and it was more than a little arousing.

Rimming, drugged You sit up and then transition into a kneeling position so that your face can remain buried in the beastman's posterior. You grab his fist-sized nuts, one in each hand, and caress them against your face lovingly. It is like covering your face with a heavy, overstuffed velvet pouch. You can hear the wolfman grunting. He squats a bit to give you better access, then gently presses his huge hand against the back of your head to encourage your ministrations. You don't need encouragement, but you do enjoy the feedback on your performance. You can't resist taking this to the next level. You stick out your tongue and draw it along his sopping taint until you reach his clenched sphincter. There is no odor of waste here, only the ultimate concentration of the wolfman's addictive masculine scent. You begin lapping the pink skin of his sphincter and darting your tongue into his tight starfish. You wet your fingers in your mouth and then begin probing his butthole while you eat it. His ass cheeks quiver at your onslaught. He moans in a sort of inhaling bellow, and his knees tremble while you continue caressing his balls with one hand and plundering his asshole with the other. To think that only a short time before, you objected to his kiss. Now you are dining upon his ass. A third party who just happened upon this scene would see something quite unimaginable: a seven-foot-tall brute wolfman with the physique of a fur-covered demigod, barely able to remain standing as he desperately claws into a tree because he has been rendered a quivering tower of agitated nerves by the gorgeous young lady with her face buried in his ass, who is tonguing his asshole like she is searching for the last drop of pure, precious water in the middle of the desert. This is in fact what your father sees when he happens upon you. You'll never know exactly how he reacted to the sight, but you do know he released an arrow that pierced the beastman's thickly muscled neck and pinned him to the tree he was bracing upon. The wolfman's 14-inch canine cock began spasming involuntarily at that moment, painting the tree with ropes of thick bestial seed. The wolfman's erect tail then drooped over your head, and you vaguely became aware that something was wrong as your father's strong hands pulled you back from your meal. Your mind starts to clear a bit as your father shouts your name and shakes you roughly by the arms. You cast your eyes on the dead wolfman, who seems to be hugging the tree, which is now dripping with his cum and blood. Your father wipes your face with a rag that becomes saturated with your drool and the beastman's inebriating scent. You remain in a fog as your father hands you your gear and leads you swiftly back home. It is before dusk when you arrive. Your father seats you by the door of the house and rushes in to speak to your mother. You aren't sure how long you remain there before your mother grabs your hand and starts leading you to the shed where your family bathes. You regain the power of speech, though perhaps it would be best to remain silent. [['"I can still taste his ass."'|(END) Awkward conversation]] [['"I didn't even get to cum."'|(END) Awkward conversation]] [['"Can I have the rag?"'|(END) Awkward conversation]] Hmm ... [[silence |(END) keep silent about the ass eating]] is probably the best option.

Drugged, masturbation Your brain is screaming at the rest of your body to stop. Your hands reluctantly let go of the wolfman's muscular thighs, and your head falls back against the soft, dry leaves of the forest floor. Your mouth and nose are wet, and your tongue spins around your lips while you grin wantonly. Your eyes are slightly crossed and out of focus. At that moment, your orgasm hits, and your hands clutch your crotch and dig at your pussy lips and clit. You spasm and cry out in ecstasy, rolling over to your side while furiously humping your hands. You are left panting and groaning while you continue inhaling the wolfman's musk smeared on your face. With uncoordinated movements, you manage to start wiping it away from your face and rubbing it on your clothes. Something tells you this intoxication is unnatural. You're not sure how long you were sprawled on the ground, twitching, before your father's face appeared over you. Your recollections of those moments are unclear. What is clear is that when your father gives you water to drink, you find another purpose for it by washing your face and hands. The cool water reinvigorates you and brings your mind back into focus. "What happened to you?" he asks with deep confusion and concern. [[The truth.|(END) anal secretions pooled below his colossal nuts]] "A wolfman smeared my face with the anal secretions pooled below his colossal nuts and I had the most powerful orgasm of my life, daddy!" [[Most of the truth.|(END) a monstrous wolfman's anus!]] "I was attacked by a wolfman!" No mention of face sitting. [[Lie.|(END) Just a wolf's anus]] "I was attacked by a wolf."

You get as far as the words "anal secretions" before your father blurts out, "A wolfman!?" His eyes become slightly wild, and he urges you to hush. He listens for the wolfman and, after a tense moment, commands, "We must go. Hurry!" He stays on the cusp of a run all the way home. Once you reach your cabin, your father braces your mother by her arms and locks his eyes with hers. "We must leave tomorrow morning at first light. Gather only what you need to reach Iarnben. We are no longer safe here." He promises to explain along the way. She probes you for information, but your father interjects, "There is something terrible in the woods. I cannot lose you to it! Get packed up." While you and your mother prepare to travel, your father starts moving valuable supplies into his stash spots in the woods. He declines help and pleads with you both to stay indoors. At dawn, you leave the only home you have ever known, uncertain if you will ever be able to return. The next day's trek proceeds at an unusually brisk pace. Your father frequently scouts ahead, leaving you and your mother to catch up. Though you could probably keep up with him, he asks that you stay with your mother and be ready to defend yourselves. As evening approaches, you arrive at Muddybranch River to find it swollen and moving swiftly. Your father returns from his latest scouting and informs you that the rope bridge across is gone, so you must divert your course further downstream until you can find a safer crossing. As evening falls, your father chooses a crossing spot that provokes a worried look from your mother. In the fading light, her eyes show you are sharing the same thought. This spot is more placid but will still require a swim. He must be desperate to cross the river tonight. You cross on your own, carrying your mother's supplies. Although the water was only up to your waist near the shores, the middle of the crossing required you to swim. Your father stays with your mother as they cross together. He does not let go of her. You set up camp and keep a small fire, barely sufficient to dry the wet clothes you must change out of. As you huddle by the campfire, shivering, you recall your father's promise to explain on the journey. However, you have never seen your parents look so frail as in this moment. He would not be able to explain over his chattering teeth, even if he wanted to. He presses you both to eat as much as you can before going to bed. He says he will take the first watch and wake you when it is your turn. You have never been on guard in all the years you have camped with your parents. Your sleep is fitful and freezing, and an uncertain number of hours after having gone to bed, you are awakened by your father calling you and your mother to run. The massive shadow of a wolfman is kicking out the remnants of your tiny campfire. You hear your father struggling in the darkness, then a thud and thrashing as he struggles with an attacker on the ground. The meager moonlight straining through the forest canopy is not sufficient for you to make out where your attackers are, but their peculiar musky scent pervades the area, heavily mixed with a smell like human sweat. You grab for your knife and find an enormous furred hand instead. Another pair of hands seizes your arms and pulls them behind your back while lifting you off the ground. Your mother is calling your name, then your father's. She is terrified and dazed, though apparently unharmed. Leather straps are wound around your wrists and ankles. Then you are cradled in the powerfully muscled, furry arms of a wolfman as he rapidly carries you off from the camp. Soon, he is flanked by two other wolfmen moving at astonishing speed. You feel something red hot, thick, and pointed occasionally bob upwards and strike your backside as your abductors carry you away into the night. Ending: Taint Funny Select this ending at the beginning of the sequel to continue your story.

You decide not to kill him. If he is strong enough, perhaps he will survive and learn from the experience that your kind is not to be trifled with. With an unsteady but determined motion, he disappears into the distance. Your journey home is a blur. Your mind is completely preoccupied with thoughts of the badly injured creature you let retreat into the wilderness. It is before dusk when you arrive at your family's home. Your distant eyes betray that something has happened. [[Tell your story. |(END) Tell your story, he's injured.]] [[Keep your story to yourself. |(END) Hide your story, he's injured.]]

Your parents listen with growing alarm as you describe your encounter with the wolfman. Your mother rushes forward to determine if you are feverish and checks you for a head wound. She clearly thinks you have hallucinated the entire event. Your father is silent, but his eyes express shock, horror, and belief. You gather from his reaction that he is not unfamiliar with what you are describing. Your mother realizes as much and asks him what he knows about this. He delivers his response in a deep, clipped command. "We must leave tomorrow morning at first light. Gather only what you need to reach Iarnben. We are no longer safe here." When your mother protests, he promises to explain along the way. While you and your mother prepare to travel, your father starts moving valuable supplies into his stash spots in the woods. He declines help and pleads with you both to stay indoors. The next day's trek proceeds at an unusually brisk pace. Your father frequently scouts ahead, leaving you and your mother to catch up. Though you could probably keep up with him, he asks that you stay with your mother and be ready to defend yourselves. As evening approaches, you arrive at Muddybranch River to find it swollen and moving swiftly. Your father returns from his latest scouting and informs you that the rope bridge across is gone, so you must divert your course further downstream until you can find a safer crossing. As evening falls, your father chooses a crossing spot that provokes a worried look from your mother. In the fading light, her eyes show you are sharing the same thought. This spot is more placid but will still require a swim. He must be desperate to cross the river tonight. You cross on your own, carrying your mother's supplies. Although the water was only up to your waist near the shores, the middle of the crossing required you to swim. Your father stays with your mother as they cross together. He does not let go of her. You set up camp and keep a small fire, barely sufficient to dry the wet clothes you must change out of. As you huddle by the campfire, shivering, you recall your father's promise to explain on the journey. However, you have never seen your parents look so frail as in this moment. He would not be able to explain over his chattering teeth, even if he wanted to. He presses you both to eat as much as you can before going to bed. He says he will take the first watch and wake you when it is your turn. You have never been on guard in all the years you have camped with your parents. Your sleep is fitful and freezing, and an uncertain number of hours after having gone to bed, you are awakened by your father calling you and your mother to run. The massive shadow of a wolfman is kicking out the remnants of your tiny campfire. You hear your father struggling in the darkness, then a thud and thrashing as he struggles with an attacker on the ground. The meager moonlight straining through the forest canopy is not sufficient for you to make out where your attackers are, but their peculiar musky scent pervades the area, heavily mixed with a smell like human sweat. You grab for your knife and find an enormous furred hand instead. Another pair of hands seizes your arms and pulls them behind your back while lifting you off the ground. Your mother is calling your name, then your father's. She is terrified and dazed, though apparently unharmed. Leather straps are wound around your wrists and ankles. Then you are cradled in the powerfully muscled, furry arms of a wolfman as he rapidly carries you off from the camp. Soon, he is flanked by two other wolfmen moving at astonishing speed. You feel something red hot, thick, and pointed occasionally bob upwards and strike your backside as your abductors carry you away into the night. Ending: Strange Turn Select this ending at the beginning of the sequel to continue your story.

You conceal the event. Your parents are stoic people, and they do not press for information. Your mother encourages you to eat and rest, suggesting she thinks you are ill. Your father examines what you brought back and prepares to preserve it for the winter. His only response is, "A good find." He thanks you. The next morning, your parents go out gathering, leaving you at home with chores. As dusk approaches, you hear wolves howling in the distance, and instantly your encounter returns to your mind. What if the wolfman has recovered and they encounter him? What if they find his corpse? What if there are others? Perhaps you should have told them. These thoughts evaporate once your parents return, laden with foraged supplies and in a chipper mood. You all turn in early that night, and you drift into a dreamless sleep. You awaken some hours later with a massive, clawed hand pressed over your mouth, while other, equally strong hands restrain your limbs and lift you from your bed. Bound in leather straps, you are silently passed through your window into the waiting arms of a creature whose kind you have encountered before. Cradled in his powerful furred arms, you feel something red hot, thick, and pointed occasionally bob upwards and strike your backside as your abductors carry you away into the night. Ending: Perfect Strangers Select this ending at the beginning of the sequel to continue your story.

Your mother's horrified expression in response to your words helps clear the fog even more. She undresses you while heating up buckets of water to fill the bathing tub. You start to somewhat ineffectively help her. After seating you in the warm bath, she focuses on scrubbing your face and lips. She encourages you to rinse your mouth with soapy water and spit the contents onto the floor. When the fog finally lifts entirely, you take over the process of bathing yourself. Seeing your mental improvement, her face lights up, and she leans in to give you a merry kiss of happiness and relief. Just before she makes contact, she recoils, and the horrified expression returns. She settles for patting you on the cheek awkwardly. Apparently, Daddy told her where your mouth had been, and no, you won't be kissing your mother with it. She fetches a nightgown and blanket for you, and you have to reassure her that you can dress yourself and that you are not physically hurt. She begs you to go to bed, saying she will bring your dinner to you. Shortly after you prop yourself up on your bed, she arrives and hands you a bowl of stew with chunks of venison and mushrooms. Her eyes are filled with desperate concern, and she strokes your cheeks and holds your head several times throughout your meal. "Your father says we must leave tomorrow morning at first light. We are only to take what we need to reach Iarnben. We are no longer safe here. I will pack your things." At dawn, you leave the only home you have ever known, uncertain if you will ever be able to return. The next day's trek proceeds at an unusually brisk pace. Your father frequently scouts ahead, leaving you and your mother to catch up. Though you could probably keep up with him, he asks that you stay with your mother and be ready to defend yourselves. As evening approaches, you arrive at Muddybranch River to find it swollen and moving swiftly. Your father returns from his latest scouting and informs you that the rope bridge across is gone, so you must divert your course further downstream until you can find a safer crossing. As evening falls, your father chooses a crossing spot that provokes a worried look from your mother. In the fading light, her eyes show you are sharing the same thought. This spot is more placid but will still require a swim. He must be desperate to cross the river tonight. You cross on your own, carrying your mother's supplies. Although the water was only up to your waist near the shores, the middle of the crossing required you to swim. Your father stays with your mother as they cross together. He does not let go of her. You set up camp and keep a small fire, barely sufficient to dry the wet clothes you must change out of. As you huddle together, shivering by the campfire, you have never seen your parents look so frail. Your father presses you both to eat as much as you can before going to bed. He says he will take the first watch and wake you when it is your turn. You have never been on guard in all the years you have camped with your parents. Your sleep is fitful and freezing, and an uncertain number of hours after having gone to bed, you are awakened by your father calling you and your mother to run. The massive shadow of a wolfman is kicking out the remnants of your tiny campfire. You hear your father struggling in the darkness, then a thud and thrashing as he struggles with an attacker on the ground. The meager moonlight straining through the forest canopy is not sufficient for you to make out where your attackers are, but their peculiar musky scent pervades the area, heavily mixed with a smell like human sweat. You grab for your knife and find an enormous furred hand instead. Another pair of hands seizes your arms and pulls them behind your back while lifting you off the ground. Your mother is calling your name, then your father's. She is terrified and dazed, though apparently unharmed. Leather straps are wound around your wrists and ankles. Then you are cradled in the powerfully muscled, furry arms of a wolfman as he rapidly carries you off from the camp. Soon, he is flanked by two other wolfmen moving at astonishing speed. You feel something red hot, thick, and pointed occasionally bob upwards and strike your backside as your abductors carry you away into the night. Ending: Leave No One Behind Select this ending at the beginning of the sequel to continue your story.

Once in the shed, your mother undresses you while heating up buckets of water to fill the bathing tub. You start to somewhat ineffectively help her. After seating you in the warm bath, she focuses on scrubbing your face and lips. She encourages you to rinse your mouth with soapy water and spit the contents onto the floor. When the fog finally lifts entirely, you take over the process of bathing yourself. Seeing your mental improvement, her face lights up, and she leans in to give you a merry kiss of happiness and relief. Just before she makes contact, she recoils, and the horrified expression returns. She settles for patting you on the cheek awkwardly. Apparently, Daddy told her where your mouth had been, and no, you won't be kissing your mother with it. She fetches a nightgown and blanket for you, and you have to reassure her that you can dress yourself and that you are not physically hurt. She begs you to go to bed, saying she will bring your dinner to you. Shortly after you prop yourself up on your bed, she arrives and hands you a bowl of stew with chunks of venison and mushrooms. Her eyes are filled with desperate concern, and she strokes your cheeks and holds your head several times throughout your meal. "Your father says we must leave tomorrow morning at first light. We are only to take what we need to reach Iarnben. We are no longer safe here. I will pack your things." At dawn, you leave the only home you have ever known, uncertain if you will ever be able to return. The next day's trek proceeds at an unusually brisk pace. Your father frequently scouts ahead, leaving you and your mother to catch up. Though you could probably keep up with him, he asks that you stay with your mother and be ready to defend yourselves. As evening approaches, you arrive at Muddybranch River to find it swollen and moving swiftly. Your father returns from his latest scouting and informs you that the rope bridge across is gone, so you must divert your course further downstream until you can find a safer crossing. As evening falls, your father chooses a crossing spot that provokes a worried look from your mother. In the fading light, her eyes show you are sharing the same thought. This spot is more placid but will still require a swim. He must be desperate to cross the river tonight. You cross on your own, carrying your mother's supplies. Although the water was only up to your waist near the shores, the middle of the crossing required you to swim. Your father stays with your mother as they cross together. He does not let go of her. You set up camp and keep a small fire, barely sufficient to dry the wet clothes you must change out of. As you huddle together, shivering by the campfire, you have never seen your parents look so frail. Your father presses you both to eat as much as you can before going to bed. He says he will take the first watch and wake you when it is your turn. You have never been on guard in all the years you have camped with your parents. Your sleep is fitful and freezing, and an uncertain number of hours after having gone to bed, you are awakened by your father calling you and your mother to run. The massive shadow of a wolfman is kicking out the remnants of your tiny campfire. You hear your father struggling in the darkness, then a thud and thrashing as he struggles with an attacker on the ground. The meager moonlight straining through the forest canopy is not sufficient for you to make out where your attackers are, but their peculiar musky scent pervades the area, heavily mixed with a smell like human sweat. You grab for your knife and find an enormous furred hand instead. Another pair of hands seizes your arms and pulls them behind your back while lifting you off the ground. Your mother is calling your name, then your father's. She is terrified and dazed, though apparently unharmed. Leather straps are wound around your wrists and ankles. Then you are cradled in the powerfully muscled, furry arms of a wolfman as he rapidly carries you off from the camp. Soon, he is flanked by two other wolfmen moving at astonishing speed. You feel something red hot, thick, and pointed occasionally bob upwards and strike your backside as your abductors carry you away into the night. Ending: Leave No One Behind Select this ending at the beginning of the sequel to continue your story.

Cunnilingus He changes plans quickly. Dropping to the ground again, he sits you on his chest. He watches your eyes while he moves his face back to your wet cunny. He waits to see if you will grant him oral access again. Your body reacts before your brain, and your hands grant him permission to complete his journey toward your climax. Soon, you are riding his face and grinding your pussy down fiercely upon his fat tongue. You switch indecisively between caressing his furry head, using his broad shoulders for leverage, and cupping your hands tightly behind your head to maximize the currents of pleasure flowing in curling tendrils from your pussy out to your quivering limbs. This last position is the most arousing, and while you moan lewdly at the cusp of your orgasm, this is the position your father finds you in as he steps out from around a thicket. You cannot stop your instinctive reaction to being discovered in this state. You leap forward off the wolfman's face and stand with your hands cupped at your crotch, shielding your flushed privates from your father. The wolfman seems to have realized the danger and scrambles upright as well. Using your body as cover, he flees in the opposite direction of your father, deftly vaulting the fallen tree again as he retreats. You feel the wolfman's hot saliva, mixed with your own copious pussy juice, dripping through your fingers and making light patters upon the soft, dry leaves below you. Your father is aghast. He fumbles for his bow, but his motor coordination has been deactivated by seeing his virginal daughter getting her slit devoured by a creature out of a nightmare. He runs past you, giving half-hearted chase to the galloping wolfman, whose colossal crimson prick swings almost comically in rhythm to his pumping legs. With your father's astonished gaze fixed elsewhere, you take the opportunity to bundle yourself up and fetch your gear. As you lift your basket, your father demands, "Are you mad, girl? Do you know what that monster was?!" "I am not a girl anymore, father! [[I am a woman! |(END) I am a woman!]] Do you see any men out here? Am I to be alone forever?!" [['"He used some sort of spell on me! I couldn't resist him!"' |(END) Not your fault.]] [['"Please forgive me, daddy."' |(END) Not your fault.]]

In response to your chastisement, his disapproving expression becomes one of deep concern. "That was not a man. It was a creature of evil magick. In the spring, the whole of the civilized world was to be yours to explore. Now, I think you must set out for it before winter. Let's go." You fall in behind your father as he heads for the trail home. He keeps a brisk pace, almost running at times. You arrive home just before dusk. Upon entering the cabin, your father braces your mother by her arms and locks his eyes with hers. "We must leave tomorrow morning at first light. Gather only what you need to reach Iarnben. We are no longer safe here." He promises to explain along the way. She probes you for information, but your father interjects, "There is something terrible in the woods. I cannot lose you to it! Get packed up." While you and your mother prepare to travel, your father starts moving valuable supplies into his stash spots in the woods. He declines help and pleads with you both to stay indoors. At dawn, you leave the only home you have ever known, uncertain if you will ever be able to return. The next day's trek proceeds at an unusually brisk pace. Your father frequently scouts ahead, leaving you and your mother to catch up. Though you could probably keep up with him, he asks that you stay with your mother and be ready to defend yourselves. As evening approaches, you arrive at Muddybranch River to find it swollen and moving swiftly. Your father returns from his latest scouting and informs you that the rope bridge across is gone, so you must divert your course further downstream until you can find a safer crossing. As evening falls, your father chooses a crossing spot that provokes a worried look from your mother. In the fading light, her eyes show you are sharing the same thought. This spot is more placid but will still require a swim. He must be desperate to cross the river tonight. You cross on your own, carrying your mother's supplies. Although the water was only up to your waist near the shores, the middle of the crossing required you to swim. Your father stays with your mother as they cross together. He does not let go of her. You set up camp and keep a small fire, barely sufficient to dry the wet clothes you must change out of. As you huddle by the campfire, shivering, you recall your father's promise to explain on the journey. However, you have never seen your parents look so frail as in this moment. He would not be able to explain over his chattering teeth, even if he wanted to. He presses you both to eat as much as you can before going to bed. He says he will take the first watch and wake you when it is your turn. You have never been on guard in all the years you have camped with your parents. Your sleep is fitful and freezing, and an uncertain number of hours after having gone to bed, you are awakened by your father calling you and your mother to run. The massive shadow of a wolfman is kicking out the remnants of your tiny campfire. You hear your father struggling in the darkness, then a thud and thrashing as he struggles with an attacker on the ground. The meager moonlight straining through the forest canopy is not sufficient for you to make out where your attackers are, but their peculiar musky scent pervades the area, heavily mixed with a smell like human sweat. You grab for your knife and find an enormous furred hand instead. Another pair of hands seizes your arms and pulls them behind your back while lifting you off the ground. Your mother is calling your name, then your father's. She is terrified and dazed, though apparently unharmed. Leather straps are wound around your wrists and ankles. Then you are cradled in the powerfully muscled, furry arms of a wolfman as he rapidly carries you off from the camp. Soon, he is flanked by two other wolfmen moving at astonishing speed. You feel something red hot, thick, and pointed occasionally bob upwards and strike your backside as your abductors carry you away into the night. Ending: Daddy Needs Eye Bleach Select this ending at the beginning of the sequel to continue your story.

His posture relaxes, and his expression becomes one of deep concern. "It's ... not your fault. They are creatures of evil magick. We are lucky I got here when I did. Let's go." Whether you find his arrival timely or inconvenient, you fall in behind your father as he heads for the trail home. He keeps a brisk pace, almost running at times. You arrive home just before dusk. Upon entering the cabin, your father braces your mother by her arms and locks his eyes with hers. "We must leave, tomorrow morning, at first light. Gather only what you need to reach Iarnben. We are no longer safe here." He promises to explain along the way. She probes you for information, but your father interjects, "There is something terrible in the woods. I cannot lose you to it! Get packed up." While you and your mother prepare to travel, your father starts moving valuable supplies into his stash spots in the woods. He declines help and pleads with you both to stay indoors. At dawn, you leave the only home you have ever known, uncertain if you will ever be able to return. The next day's trek proceeds at an unusually brisk pace. Your father frequently scouts ahead, leaving you and your mother to catch up. Though you could probably keep up with him, he asks that you stay with your mother and be ready to defend yourselves. As evening approaches, you arrive at Muddybranch River to find it swollen and moving swiftly. Your father returns from his latest scouting and informs you that the rope bridge across is gone, so you must divert your course further downstream until you can find a safer crossing. As evening falls, your father chooses a crossing spot that provokes a worried look from your mother. In the fading light, her eyes show you are sharing the same thought. This spot is more placid but will still require a swim. He must be desperate to cross the river tonight. You cross on your own, carrying your mother's supplies. Although the water was only up to your waist near the shores, the middle of the crossing required you to swim. Your father stays with your mother as they cross together. He does not let go of her. You set up camp and keep a small fire, barely sufficient to dry the wet clothes you must change out of. As you huddle by the campfire, shivering, you recall your father's promise to explain on the journey. However, you have never seen your parents look so frail as in this moment. He would not be able to explain over his chattering teeth, even if he wanted to. He presses you both to eat as much as you can before going to bed. He says he will take the first watch and wake you when it is your turn. You have never been on guard in all the years you have camped with your parents. Your sleep is fitful and freezing, and an uncertain number of hours after having gone to bed, you are awakened by your father calling you and your mother to run. The massive shadow of a wolfman is kicking out the remnants of your tiny campfire. You hear your father struggling in the darkness, then a thud and thrashing as he struggles with an attacker on the ground. The meager moonlight straining through the forest canopy is not sufficient for you to make out where your attackers are, but their peculiar musky scent pervades the area, heavily mixed with a smell like human sweat. You grab for your knife and find an enormous furred hand instead. Another pair of hands seizes your arms and pulls them behind your back while lifting you off the ground. Your mother is calling your name, then your father's. She is terrified and dazed, though apparently unharmed. Leather straps are wound around your wrists and ankles. Then you are cradled in the powerfully muscled, furry arms of a wolfman as he rapidly carries you off from the camp. Soon, he is flanked by two other wolfmen moving at astonishing speed. You feel something red hot, thick, and pointed occasionally bob upwards and strike your backside as your abductors carry you away into the night. Ending: Daddy Needs Eye Bleach Select this ending at the beginning of the sequel to continue your story.

You tuck your gear away and take to the cliff head on. Your approach is cautious at first, but once you realize your own capabilities far exceed this challenge, you pick up the pace and push yourself in an attempt to reach the top faster. When your fingers grasp the ledge, you realize the mistake you've made. Black-clawed hands clutch your wrists simultaneously and haul you up over the edge. You are swung around with the ease you might swing a child's doll. At the height of your acceleration, the wolfman releases his grip and sends you flying head-first into a birch tree. The trauma to your head instantly renders you unconscious. When you awaken, it is dusk. The sky is orange, with puffy purple clouds. Your head aches. You are completely naked. Your wrists and ankles have been skillfully bound with strips of hide that appear to have been torn from your vest. The wolfman has been busy. He built a small campfire nearby, which he piled your gear next to. He also appears to have been treating his injury, as he now wears one article of clothing - a tight waist wrap made from your ripped pants. Apparently, he is intelligent. He is lying on his uninjured side with the front of his brawny body facing the fire. His broad back is turned to you. His long, lupine tail occasionally brushes across his muscular, furry backside. What has he got planned for you? Why didn't he kill you? [[Quietly try to struggle against your bonds.]] Or, try to talk to him ... [["I'm sorry. Please, let me go."]] [["I'll do anything you want. Please, just let me go."]] "My father will be looking for me. When he finds you, he will skin you alive! [[You'd better let me go.]]"

The silence hangs for several seconds before you see two pointed canine ears rise slowly from the top of the brush. They are covered in charcoal gray fur, though you can see pink skin within them. They swivel a bit as they rise further. Then you see two enormous, sky-blue eyes peeking at you from the crest of the foliage. They are surrounded by brilliant, solid white, like a human's eyes. They express curiosity and perhaps a bit of wonder. Shoot. [[Dishonorable choice.]] Don't shoot. [[Lower your bow, but not your guard.]]

Your agile betrayal may have worked, had the creature still been trying to conceal himself from you. However, with the beast's eyes and ears fixed on you, the slight movements you make as you align your shot allow the beast to dodge. Your arrow grazes across its flank, and it bursts from the vegetation with an infuriated roar. Rapidly closing the short distance between you is a monstrous creature with the body of a wolf but oriented upright, more like a man. His feet are large wolf paws, his legs a fusion of human and wolf characteristics, but his enormous hands are more humanlike, with the exception of the black, claw-like nails. As he runs, he uses his hands to pull himself forward by clawing the earth. His chest and abdomen are a perfect wall of chiseled muscle covered uniformly in short fuzz that lets your eyes trace his contours down to the sheath at his crotch, which is as thick around as your upper arm and sits above two fist-sized orbs in a tight fur pouch. They bounce between his pumping legs as he closes the distance between you. [[Nock an arrow. |Out of time]] [[Draw your knife. |Out of time]] [[Try to run. |Out of time]] [[Try to surrender. |Out of time]]

Seeing you relax a bit, the lupine head continues to rise, emerging from the brush. At full height, the creature is 7 feet tall. He has the body of a wolf but is oriented upright, more like a man. His feet are large wolf paws, his legs a fusion of human and wolf characteristics, but his enormous hands are more humanlike, with the exception of the black, claw-like nails. His features are canine, but strangely cute and youthful, almost puppy-like. His mouth is slightly agape. His muzzle is shorter than a wolf's, with rounder, thicker teeth, a dark pink tongue, and a clay-red canine nose. His chest and abdomen are a perfect wall of chiseled muscle covered uniformly in short fuzz that lets your eyes trace his contours down to the sheath at his crotch, which is as thick around as your upper arm and sits above two fist-sized orbs in a tight fur pouch. They bounce upward as he takes a step forward to let you see him entirely. He flexes his chest a bit and stretches out his arms. He cocks an eyebrow and curls his lips back into a seeming smile. It is almost as if he is asking, "Like what you see?" [[I sure do! |Now what]] He has the physique of a demigod, and I've reached adulthood without so much as a peck on the cheek from someone who wasn't a parent. [[Maybe, but this is all too weird!|Now what]] He's a creature from a campfire story. [[No! He's a monster! |Now what]]

You simply don't have time to react before he is airborne in a leap that casts a growing shadow over you right before his massive, furred body envelopes you and takes you to the ground. Your mind reels as the back of your head strikes the forest floor. Your vision blurs. You hear your bow snap, then feel your knife being torn away. His claws rip your clothes apart, peeling your hides off like the skin of a fruit, exposing your naked flesh. He uses the shredded remains of your vest to bind your arms above your head around the trunk of a young tree, then pulls you down beneath him, pinning you under his incredible weight. Blasts of burning hot, gamey breath assault your face. The frantic motion stops, and his face starts to come into view above you. His appearance is canine and youthful. It would almost be puppy-like were it not contorted in fury. His muzzle is shorter than a wolf's, with rounder, thicker teeth, a dark pink tongue, and a clay-red, canine nose. Something red hot, pointed, and thick begins pressing against your pubic mound. You look down and catch a glimpse of his massive canine cock, which has burst forth from his sheath and now lies heavily atop your naked pelvis. It is blood red and covered in a fine mesh of purple veins. The tip has a pointed projection, quite animalistic and not at all like the bell of a man's cock head. About eight inches have emerged so far, with more on the way. Those icy blue eyes pierce into yours as he awaits some response from you. "I'm sorry! Please don't do this! [[I'm a virgin!]] I don't want my first time to be like this!" "I'm sorry! Untie me and [[I'll do anything you want!]]"

Cunnilingus, missionary, vaginal, nonconsensual His expression softens slightly when you reveal your virginity, but he looks no less determined. He grabs his engorged meat and begins spreading his precum around your entrance before he tries to slide in. You yelp at the intrusion of just an inch of the pointed tip. You are too tight and not relaxed. Your attacker sits back on his haunches and then plants his muzzle in your crotch. His tongue spreads across the entrance to your vagina and begins aggressively lapping at it. You are being lubricated with saliva. His tongue is oddly thick and quick. As it snakes inside of you, your sex trembles and tingles. The trembling spreads, and your legs jerk. "Stop! Please, don't do this!" With your pussy dripping from his saliva, he tries insertion again. You are tight as ever, but the lubrication is sufficient. He shimmies his massive member inside of you and breaks open your hymen. You see brief flashes before your eyes. He pants heavily once he's sheathed in you as far as your depths permit. Half of his gargantuan cock still remains outside, guided by his hand. Involuntary tears stream down your face. "It hurts!" you sob. That is only half the truth, though. The other half is that your pussy is delighting in the invasion by this hyper-masculine brute and is sending the corresponding signals to your disagreeing brain. He draws out slowly and shimmies back in again. His cock is wetter now with your virginal blood. He repeats the motion and begins establishing a rhythm. You are being fucked for the first time, and it is completely against your will. The mating is intense, bordering on savage, but your attacker has made efforts not to injure you. Your protestations fade as your vagina sends waves of pleasurable tingles rippling out through your body. You start to grunt with each thrust and stifle moans with each withdrawal. His pace becomes quicker. His breathing grows heavier and his panting louder. He is rutting you like a beast would. How do you feel about what is happening? Awful. This hurts. I am scared and [[I want it to stop.|(END) I want it to stop!]] Better. [[I've been claimed by a strong, virile male |Enjoying the rape]]. I realize all my protestations were my last unconscious attempt to weed out a weakling.

The wolfman cocks a fuzzy eyebrow as if to say, "Anything?" Then he spins around so that his pink anus is staring you straight in the face. His pucker flexes obscenely, as if blowing you a kiss. His spicy, musky scent is so intense here that it almost seems to be steaming in the crisp autumn air. He presses his starfish to your slightly agape lips. Your response? [[Eww! No! |(END) Eww! No!]] [[Gods yes! How did he know I was a very freaky girl?!]] [[On second thought, fine, just rape me then.]]

You keep a steady pace and remain alert for an ambush. Occasionally, you spy a drop of blood or a bit of broken foliage that confirms you are on the right trail. To a lesser degree, you can use your nose for confirmation as well. You find his trail leading to a stony area where the forest ends. At this spot, however, you still have not completely left the forest behind. Across a pale, beige boulder, you see another streak of blood, this one fresh. Heavy panting can be heard low to the ground.The scent of the creature becomes overpowering. It is strangely spicy, and though it smells like a wolf, it also smells like human sweat and blood. Instinctively, you move to a higher position to get a clear shot of the other side of the boulder. Your injured prey is in full view. The creature is an astonishing hybrid of man and wolf. He sits with his back against the boulder, his chest heaving. It appears he had crouched there to rest and lacked the strength to stand back up. His face is canine, but strangely cute and youthful, almost puppy-like. His muzzle is shorter than a wolf's, with rounder, thicker teeth, a dark pink tongue, and a clay-red canine nose. His eyes are slightly closed, but you can see they are larger than a human's and brilliantly sky blue, surrounded by a significant amount of white like a human's eyes would be. His feet are large wolf paws, his legs a fusion of human and wolf characteristics, but his enormous hands are more humanlike, with the exception of the black, claw-like nails. His chest and abdomen are a perfect wall of chiseled muscle covered uniformly in short fuzz that lets your eyes trace his contours down to the sheath at his crotch, which is as thick around as your upper arm and sits above two fist-sized orbs in a tight fur pouch. You spot the wound in his left flank where your first arrow struck. Looking at this dying wolfman is an unusual and otherworldly experience in many ways. Though you have tracked animals you have wounded and found them in such a state, this creature's eyes display human intelligence and awareness of your role in its fate. His eyes do not show fear; they do not plead with you or despise you. They look sad and resigned. What does he see in your eyes? [[Pity. |Deciding his fate]] Now that you can see the intelligence in his eyes, you believe that hunting him was the wrong choice. But what can you do? [[Satisfaction. |Deciding his fate]] You are the victor in a fantastical encounter from a moonlit campfire story. And you get to choose the ending. [[Arousal. |Deciding his fate]] You have achieved total dominance over this gorgeous, masculine body. It's your trophy now. [[Disgust. |Deciding his fate]] He is a brute animal and a weakling, a monstrous abomination. It is only proper that you get to decide his fate.

Impregnation, nonconsensual Your virginity was stolen by force, your precious vagina has been defiled by an act of bestial obscenity, and your first time is straight out of a nightmare. This wolfman monster has dominated you completely and is breeding you like his bitch. His pace has quickened, and your cunny is gripping his intruding member tighter, milking it desperately. Your core starts shuddering as he brings you to a mutual climax. This is the worst part of it all. Your sex has betrayed you and cooperated with your attacker, reveling in the violation while tears pour down your devastated face. He is in total control of your innocent, feminine body, which only exists for him to plant his seed at any moment. His seed ... your brain conjures images of a torrent of cum flooding your womb, and then you suckling a blue-eyed wolf cub in your arms. In a panicked voice, you cry, "Pull out!" Over the years, you've heard your mother gasp it while she and your father made love. But you never expected to be screaming it in terror. "Don't cum inside me, please don't!" His response is to squeeze your hips more forcefully and lurch his body up. For the first time, he doesn't hold back. He strikes you at your most vulnerable point, sending a jolt of pleasure-pain through you. You are being flooded with his semen. Warm, wet jets are flowing into you one after another. Your pussy can't help but respond. It unleashes a torrent of orgasmic bliss, which collides with your fear of being inseminated.Your limbs spasm, and you groan in dreadful ecstasy. There is too much cum for your tight little cunny to contain. It sprays out in noisy spurts from the tightly stretched ring your vagina makes around his enormous canine cock. He remains on top of you, panting heavily. He begins nipping and licking at your neck while you twitch uncontrollably beneath him. Tears continue to flow steadily from your eyes while you think about having been bred. After a minute, he slides out of you with a wet plop, and gushes of semen spurt loudly from your abused twat. Rivers of white streaked with your red virginal blood flow between your legs and pool on the forest floor. He stands up, and his giant phallus bounces back to life. You are terrified of this vision of hypermasculinity posing above you. He unties you from the tree but leaves your hands bound. He throws you over his thickly muscled back and begins heading for the hills. Your bound hands bounce off his toned rump as he carries you away. Ending: Dishonor before the Little Death Select this ending at the beginning of the sequel to continue your story.

Your virginity was stolen by force, but that fact only makes this rape rut more pleasurable for you. This wolfman stud has dominated you completely and is breeding you like his bitch. His pace has quickened, and your cunny is gripping his intruding member tighter, milking it desperately. Your core starts trembling as he brings you to a mutual climax. He is in total control of your soft, feminine body, which only exists for him to plant his seed. His seed ... your brain conjures images of a torrent of cum flooding your womb, and then you suckling a blue-eyed wolf cub in your arms. You yell ... [['"Pull out!"'|(END) Pull out]] [['"Cum in me!"'|(END) Cum in me!]]

Drugged, cunnilingus, missionary, vaginal, impregnation At this point, you have definitely convinced the wolfman that you are a constant liar. He appears to have decided you need to learn how to do something better with your mouth. You utter a startled, incomprehensible exclamation as he sits his ballsack on your lips, his taint across your nose, and his pucker on your forehead. You can hear your own muffled cries as your face is buried in the hairy, oily wetness of his undercarriage. You gasp for breath, inhaling lungfuls of his concentrated musky odor. A mild burning sensation spreads through your lungs, and your head starts spinning. You yank helplessly against your bonds, fearful he will suffocate you. After several full breaths, a surge of giddiness overtakes you. A warm sensation grows like an orb of electricity in your vagina and starts spreading outward in all directions, radiating a sensual pleasure that rapidly builds in intensity. You start to tremble toward a climax as your gasps for air become deep huffs of the wolfman's masculine scent. Sensing the change overtaking you, he cuts the straps from your wrists. Your hands wrap around his thighs, and you start nuzzling his taint, spreading his pungent moisture across your face. He releases your legs and starts to lift his backside off your face. You find yourself involuntarily moving toward his retreating ass. The wolfman looks into your slightly crossed eyes with an amused grin. He presses you back toward the ground and stretches his body over you, preparing to fuck your suddenly eager sex. He grabs his engorged meat and begins spreading his precum around your entrance before he tries to slide in. You yelp at the intrusion of just an inch of the tip. You are too tight. He sits back on his haunches, and he plants his muzzle in your crotch. His tongue spreads across the entrance to your vagina and begins aggressively lapping at it. You are being lubricated with saliva. His skillful tongue is oddly thick and quick. It snakes inside of you occasionally, causing your sex to tremble and tingle. The trembling spreads down your limbs, and your legs jerk. With your pussy dripping from his saliva, he tries insertion again. You are tight as ever, but the lubrication is sufficient. He shimmies his massive member inside of you and breaks open your hymen. You see brief flashes before your eyes. He pants heavily once he's sheathed in you as far as your depths permit. Half of his gargantuan cock still remains outside, guided by his hand. You wrap your arms around his fur-covered neck and draw his mouth toward yours. He lets his canine tongue hang down into your mouth, and you greedily begin suckling it while he slowly draws his dick out of your slit and shimmies it back in again. His cock is wetter now with your virginal blood. He repeats the motion and begins establishing a rhythm. You are being fucked for the first time, and it is glorious. The mating is intense, bordering on savage, but your attacker has made efforts not to injure you. While your brain swims in the fog of his scent, your vagina sends waves of pleasurable tingles rippling out through your body. You start to grunt with each thrust and stifle moans with each withdrawal. His pace quickens, and your cunny grips his intruding member tighter, milking it desperately. Your core starts vibrating as he brings you to a mutual climax. He is in total control of your soft, feminine body, which only exists for him to plant his seed. His seed ... your addled brain conjures images of a torrent of cum flooding your womb, and then you suckling a blue-eyed wolf cub in your arms. You smile. The idea of him cumming in you is overwhelmingly arousing. His response is to squeeze your hips more forcefully and lurch his body up. For the first time, he doesn't hold back. He strikes you at your most vulnerable point, sending a jolt of pleasure-pain through you. You are being flooded with his semen. Warm, wet jets are pouring into you one by one. You adore the sensation, which creates a cascade of bliss as your orgasm washes over you. Your limbs spasm, and you groan in ecstasy. There is too much cum for your tight little cunny to contain. It sprays out in noisy spurts from the tightly stretched ring your vagina makes around his enormous canine cock. He remains on top of you, panting heavily. You begin rubbing your hands down his rippling flanks, reveling in the feel of his velvety fur. You would love to stay locked together like this forever. After several minutes of intense tonguing, he slides out of you with a wet plop, and gushes of semen spurt loudly from your abused twat. Rivers of white streaked with your red virginal blood flow between your legs and pool on the forest floor. He stands up, and his giant phallus bounces back to life. You are entranced by this vision of hypermasculinity posing above you. He lifts you with the ease with which you might lift a child's doll, then he throws you over his thickly muscled back and begins heading for the hills. You run your hands over his toned rump as he carries you away and watch his wagging tail with amusement. Ending: Bred and Jam Select this ending at the beginning of the sequel to continue your story.

Rimming, anal fisting, handjob He swivels his head around in genuine surprise when you make a slight, yummy noise at the sight of his asshole. He searches your eyes for a moment, then swiftly releases your bonds. He turns his toned backside toward you once more, and you move into a squatting position behind him. You run your fingers over the hairy, oily wetness of his undercarriage. He seems to be secreting some unusual musk-like substance that pools on his taint. When you sniff it, you get a rush of arousal and giddiness. Perhaps he uses this scent to lure mates. You feel your pussy dripping in response to it and a lingering haze even after you move your hand away from your nose. If you directly inhaled from this area, who knows what would happen to your brain? You grab his fist-sized nuts, one in each hand, and caress them against your face lovingly. It is like covering your face with a heavy, overstuffed velvet pouch. You can hear the wolfman grunting. He squats a bit to give you better access, then gently presses his huge hand against the back of your head to encourage your ministrations. You don't need encouragement, but you do enjoy the feedback on your performance. You stick out your tongue and drag it around his clenched sphincter. There is no odor of waste here, only the wolfman's addictive masculine scent. You begin lapping the pink skin of his sphincter and darting your tongue into his tight starfish. You wet your fingers in your mouth and then begin probing his butthole while you eat it. His ass cheeks quiver at your onslaught. He moans in a sort of inhaling bellow, and his knees tremble while you continue caressing his balls with one hand and plundering his asshole with the other. You slowly delve deeper into his innards, adding more fingers as you go, until he can no longer stand unaided. He braces against a tree and moans continuously in what sounds like blissful agony. In front of him, his 14-inch canine cock swings wildly. Pre spatters from it in occasional showers, and great heavy drops of it splash on the soft, dry leaves below him. Sensing he is close, you move to his side. You wrap one hand around the base of his enormous cock, gripping tightly and jerking back to his furry sheath. With your other hand, you fuck into his drooling ass while he starts losing all control. A howl erupts from his maw, and he begins wildly shooting long ropes of cum onto the tree in front of him. His anus clenches around your wrist painfully, and you momentarily get the feeling of it being pulled up inside of him. When his orgasm passes, he kneels on the ground while hugging the tree. Your hand plops out from his sphincter. He is oblivious to the world around him. There is apparently more than one way to tame the savage beast. [[Sneak away.|(END) Sneak away.]] [[Start caressing his fluffy back.|(END) Start caressing his fluffy back.]]

Missionary, vaginal, nonconsensual In response to your resigned submission, the wolfman whips around again and growls in your face. He grabs his engorged meat and begins spreading his precum around your entrance before he tries to slide in. You yelp at the intrusion of just an inch of the tip. You are too tight and not relaxed. Your attacker sits back on his haunches and plants his muzzle in your crotch. His tongue spreads across the entrance to your vagina and begins aggressively lapping at it. You are being lubricated with saliva. His tongue is oddly thick and quick. It snakes inside of you occasionally and involuntarily; your sex trembles and tingles. The trembling spreads, and your legs jerk. You grit your teeth and try not to give him any satisfaction. With your pussy dripping from his saliva, he tries insertion again. You are tight as ever, but the lubrication is sufficient. He shimmies his massive member inside of you and breaks open your hymen. You see brief flashes before your eyes. He pants heavily once he's sheathed in you as far as your depths permit. Half of his gargantuan cock still remains outside, guided by his hand. Uncontrollable tears stream down your face. "It hurts!" you sob. That is only half the truth, though. The other half is that your pussy is delighting in the invasion by this hyper-masculine brute and is sending the corresponding signals to your disagreeing brain. He draws out slowly and shimmies back in again. His cock is wetter now with your virginal blood. He repeats the motion and begins establishing a rhythm. You are being fucked for the first time, and it is completely against your will. The mating is intense, bordering on savage, but your attacker has made efforts not to injure you. Your protestations fade as your vagina sends waves of pleasurable tingles rippling out through your body. You start to grunt with each thrust and stifle moans with each withdrawal. His pace becomes quicker. His breathing grows heavier and his panting louder. He is rutting you like a beast would. How do you feel about what is happening? Awful. This hurts. I am scared and [[I want it to stop!|(END) I want it to stop!]] Better. [[I've been claimed by a strong, virile male |Enjoying the rape]], and I am savoring the feeling.

The wolfman is currently in no condition to stop your escape. You decide to get away while you can. You have nothing left that you brought with you except your virginity. Your clothes are shredded rags. Your bow is in splinters. Your knife is lost amidst the leaves. It appears at some point in the onslaught, he even stomped your basket. You snatch the largest scraps you can find and fashion a crude skirt as you hastily retreat back in the direction of the trail home. Without the proper attire, you struggle to make progress in your escape. Each step becomes slightly more painful, and you grow slightly colder. You start to shiver, and your nose runs. Your logical mind tells you escape is not possible. If the wolfman wants to hunt you, he will have an easier time of it now. You begin to expect him to show up, but another hour passes without any sign of him. It is nearly dusk when you reach the trail. Your head aches. Your feet are cut and bleeding. Your toes are numb. Your shivering expands to teeth chattering, and you feel incredibly lightheaded. The forest has become eerily silent around you, and you wonder if the wolfman is stalking you again. You falter and end up kneeling beside a fallen tree while leaning your side against the trunk. You struggle to rise but cannot. You must rest, but you are scared you will never be able to get back up. You catch the musky, masculine smell of the wolfman. He has managed to silently track you this whole way. In the fading light, you can make out his shadow crouched just half a dozen paces to your left. He approaches and envelops you in his powerful, furred arms. The darkness, warmth, and softness are like returning to a slept-in bed on a winter's night. As your consciousness dims, you feel him lifting you up to his muscular chest and carrying you off into the wilds. Ending: To the Rim Select this ending at the beginning of the sequel to continue your story.

Standing fuck, vaginal The wolfman sways at your touch while you sensuously run your hands through his fur, massaging his immense musculature. He turns his head around and looks at you adoringly with his radiant blue, puppy-dog eyes. It appears you've made a friend. He hangs his tongue out of his mouth and stretches forward for a kiss. You spend several minutes exploring each other's mouths. His wide canine tongue devours your small, pink human one. His manhood starts pulsating back to life. The wolfman suddenly stands up and repositions you in front of him, his massive hands enveloping your waist. Then he slides his hands around your backside and grabs your thighs, lifting you up while aligning the tip of his fully erect, 14-inch fuck pole with your entrance. He suspends you in mid-air, amazing you with his strength. Then he carefully inserts his pointed tip into your virginal slit and gently pulls you down onto the spreading curvature of his shaft. As he widens within you, you wince in a bit of pain, and he draws back. He repeats this a few times, preparing you for what is to come, and then sheathes several inches within you while you cry out in pain at the loss of your hymen. With that formality out of the way, you start to melt at the feeling of having his manhood within you. Having delicately stolen your cherry, the wolfman continues his precision assault, moving slower and deeper with his return thrust. He is in full control of your body. Your eyes roll up into your head, and a feral groan parts your lips. He wastes no time inserting his tongue into your waiting mouth, and you exchange deep tongue kisses. Your bliss is total. The rhythm he strikes is ringing you like a bell and causing vibrations of pleasure throughout your whole body. No, this is not how you imagined your first time, but you would be willing to live the rest of your life being fucked all day by this virile beast. As he sinks deeper, you can finally get your feet to his hips, and you plant your heels into his sides and start kicking his toned ass gently toward you, encouraging his forward momentum into your abused twat. In truth, you know he cannot go any further without hurting you, and it must take a lot of self-control for him not to simply break open your womb with the pointed tip of his cock and then rupture your pussy with his knot as you approach a joint climax. Your pussy starts to convulse and begins milking the wolfman's crimson manhood, sending him over the edge. He starts spasming wildly within you. Torrents of thick canine seed feel as if they are shooting directly into your womb. The massive volume of his ejaculate cannot be contained and begins spraying out in noisy spurts from where your overstretched pussy rings his fat crimson wolf cock. You scream incoherently and rake your fingers across his broad, furry back. The wolfman begins lowering you to the ground while remaining partially sheathed within you. Your pussy sends your brain a severe complaint once the tremendous canine phallus dislodges and leaves you gaping. You feel a river of beast cum drain from your depths and run down your crotch, pooling around your anus. You can only lie there splayed and twitching while the wolfman admires his handiwork. Before you can regain control of your motor functions, he throws you over his shoulder and carries you off toward the hills. Ending: Bred and Jam Select this ending at the beginning of the sequel to continue your story.

He rolls his eyes in an irreverently human way when you threaten him. He understands you, but he still does not, or perhaps cannot, speak. He slips your arms from beneath his legs one at a time and begins binding them around a crooked projection from the nearby tree. He strips your boots and hide britches from you, then straddles you once more. Something red hot, pointed, and thick begins pressing against your pelvis. You look down and catch a glimpse of his massive canine cock, which has burst forth from his furry sheath and now lies heavily atop your pubic mound. It is blood red and covered in a fine mesh of purple veins. The tip has a pointed projection, quite animalistic and not at all like the bell of a man's cock head. About eight inches have emerged so far, with more on the way. Those icy blue eyes pierce into yours, and a devilish smile forms on his lips. "I'm sorry! Please don't do this! [[I'm a virgin!]] I don't want my first time to be like this!" "I'm sorry! [[Untie me|Anything you want oral]] and I'll do anything you want!"

He looks at the bloodied rag wound around his injured hand, inhales through his canine nostrils, and then lets out a heavy, resigned sigh as his body relaxes. You get the feeling your explanation is entirely understandable to him. He dismounts from your torso and swings himself around and away from you. He remains crouched upon his burly haunches, watching you cautiously with his dazzling blue eyes. You are no threat to him in your current state, with your knife and bow shattered and your clothes in tatters. His gaze repeatedly returns to your exposed breasts and the britches loosened at your crotch. Undoubtedly, he was attracted by the smell of your self-pleasuring. You keep the wolfman at the corner of your vision while you pull together the remnants of your basket, which he somehow managed to stomp during your struggle. You then attempt to tie up your shredded vest in order to maintain some dignity. Thinking you see him ogling your tits, you swiftly turn, only to catch his radiant blue eyes darting up to the sky as if admiring the afternoon sunlight. You notice how crudely he has bandaged his wounded hand. It is certainly tight enough to stop the bleeding, but it is also tight enough to be aggravatingly painful. Perhaps this creature doesn't feel pain like a human does? [[Offer to tend his wound.]] [[Start trying to pry your broken blade from the tree.]]

Blowjob The wolfman cocks a fuzzy eyebrow as if to say, "Anything?" He tenses his abdominal muscles, and a few more inches of wolf cock pop out of the sheath. At its broadest point, it is as thick as your arm, but it tapers significantly near the tip. A ridge runs down the underside, carrying his pre down his shaft. He raises his hips a bit, and his monster cock points toward you. He unbinds your hands. You did say anything ... You move your mouth to the tip of the pulsing rod and lick up a slight taste of his precum. It is vaguely salty and not at all objectionable. The scent from his groin, however, is intoxicating. The musky, spicy odor is much more concentrated here, and it leaves your head swimming. Blood is pumping to your groin and your clit is becoming rock hard. You begin suckling the top of his cock while occasionally darting your tongue into his deep pee hole. His cock surges forward to its full 14-inch length, followed by a knot twice as large as a man's fist. It would destroy a human pussy. He begins smearing the entrance to your pussy with the precum leaking from the pointed tip of his monstrous fuck pole. You respond ... [['"Please, be gentle."'|Please, be gentle.]] [['"Fuck me, you animal!"'|(END) Rut me, you animal!]]

Cunnilingus, missionary, vaginal, impregnation He looks at the bloodied rag wound around his injured hand as if to say, "Is this bitch for real?" After a few seconds of consideration, his eyes grow softer, and he visibly relaxes. He crawls backwards onto his haunches until his face is aligned with your crotch, then he pauses, waiting for you to open up. You part your legs, revealing your puffy, ready cunny lips. His tongue spreads across the entrance to your vagina and begins aggressively lapping at it. His tongue is oddly thick and quick. It snakes inside of you, making your legs jerk. You emit occasional soft gasps when he brushes across your clit. Once you are sopping with a combination of his spit and your pussy juice, he stretches himself over you and lets his weight down ever so slightly until you are in contact with his warm, luxuriant fur from your head to your feet. He dangles his tongue above your slightly parted lips, which you open wider to let him explore your mouth. His tongue envelops yours repeatedly with a massaging curl. A tingling warmth begins rising from your pelvis up through your chest. He seems to know exactly what you need, and he switches from tonguing your mouth to lapping at your nipples. An orgasm starts building within you as he moves his engorged phallus between your legs, stimulating your twat. That is all you can take. You shudder so hard that it is nearly painful when you climax. You shout unintelligibly and writhe beneath him. Your pussy squirts copiously over his teasing cock. You rake his back with both hands, enraptured by his fluffy fur. When your orgasm passes, you are left gasping for breath. Once you have begun to recover, he aligns his bestial canine cock with your sopping wet pussy. You are tight as ever, but you are so overly lubricated that his entire foot would probably glide in easily at this point. He inserts his pointed tip into your snatch until it meets the resistance of your hymen. Then he pulls back gently and then reenters with just enough pressure to steal your virginity painlessly. He draws out slowly and shimmies back in again. His cock is now stained with your virginal blood. He repeats the motion and begins establishing a rhythm. You are being fucked for the first time, and it is heavenly. It is unimaginable that such a monster could make love to you with such tenderness. The beauty of the moment brings involuntary tears to your eyes. His pace becomes quicker, his breathing heavier, and his panting louder. Your brain and pussy agree - they love this and would be quite content if you spent the rest of your life beneath this wolfman, taking his seed. His seed ... suddenly, you have a vision of his crimson wolf cock filling your womb with his cum. This is followed by a vision of you suckling a blue-eyed hybrid wolf infant at your breast. Choice of loads ... [['"Pull out!"'|(END) Pull out gentle]] [['"Cum in me!"'|(END) cum in me gentle]]

Blowjob, drugged "Pull out!" you cry. Over the years, you have heard your mother gasp it while she and your father made love. She only recently told you about sex. When a man puts his seed in you, it may make a baby. If you don't want a baby, he needs to spill his seed outside of you. "Pull out!" you cry again. His response is to wrap his good hand around the half of his cock that he could never fit inside of you without splitting you open, and then yanking the rest of his organ from your twat with a noisy plop. Pumping his meat, he brings it up to your waiting lips, and you begin lapping at the tip to encourage him to cum. You don't have to wait long. Titanic torrents of his seed begin gushing from his canine prick and striking your face. Some squirts into your mouth, and you get your first taste of the salty man goop. Soon, stray blasts coat your hair and your tits, and you are utterly plastered in his semen. The overpowering odor of his seed has a bizarre, unexpected effect on you. Your head swims. Your eyes become foggy. You develop an irresistible urge to lap the slime he glazed you with. You suckle the wolfman's inhuman cock, extracting the last drops he can offer before he gently pushes you away. You feel euphoric and start writhing in bliss. He stands up, and his giant phallus bounces back to life. You are entranced by this vision of hypermasculinity posing above you. In the aftermath of your two earth-shattering orgasms, you barely have the energy to lift your head. He throws you over his thickly muscled back and begins heading for the hills. Your hands bounce off his toned rump as he carries you away. Ending: Bred Pudding Select this ending at the beginning of the sequel to continue your story.

Impregnation "Cum in me!" you cry. When your mother told you about sex, she said that a man puts his seed in you to make a baby. If you don't want a baby, he needs to spill his seed outside of you. You found the idea intensely arousing - a secret of life finally revealed. "Cum in me!" you cry again. Whether or not you really want his child, at this moment, you want his seed. The idea of him cumming in you is overwhelmingly arousing. His response is to squeeze your hips more forcefully and lurch his body up. For the first time, he doesn't hold back. He strikes you at your most vulnerable point, sending a jolt of pleasure-pain through you. You are being flooded with his semen. Warm, wet jets are flowing into you one after another. You adore the sensation, which creates a cascade of bliss as your orgasm washes over you. Your limbs spasm, and you groan in ecstasy. There is too much cum for your tight little cunny to contain. It sprays out in noisy spurts from the tightly stretched ring your vagina makes around his enormous canine cock. He remains on top of you, panting heavily. He moves his mouth over yours, and you part your lips to let him in. His wide tongue explores your mouth eagerly and lovingly. You begin rubbing your hands down his rippling flanks, reveling in the feel of his velvety fur. You would love to stay locked together like this forever. After several minutes of intense tonguing, he slides out of you with a wet plop, and gushes of semen spurt loudly from your abused twat. Rivers of white streaked with your red virginal blood flow between your legs and pool on the forest floor. He stands up, and his giant phallus bounces back to life. You are entranced by this vision of hypermasculinity posing above you. He throws you over his thickly muscled back and begins heading for the hills. Your hands bounce off his toned rump as he carries you away. Ending: Wonder Bred Select this ending at the beginning of the sequel to continue your story.

Standing fuck, vaginal Emboldened by your invitation, the wolfman suddenly stands up and repositions you in front of him. Then he grabs your thighs, lifting you up while aligning the tip of his fully erect, 14-inch fuck pole with your entrance. He suspends you in mid-air, amazing you with his strength. Then he carefully inserts his pointed tip into your virginal slit and gently pulls you down onto the spreading curvature of his shaft. As he widens within you, you wince in a bit of pain, and he draws back. He repeats this a few times, preparing you for what is to come, and then sheathes several inches within you while you cry out in pain at the loss of your hymen. With that formality out of the way, you start to melt at the feeling of having his manhood within you. Having delicately stolen your cherry, the wolfman continues his precision assault, moving slower and deeper with his return thrust. He is in full control of your body. Your eyes roll up into your head, and a feral groan parts your lips. He wastes no time inserting his tongue into your waiting mouth, and you exchange deep tongue kisses. Your bliss is total. The rhythm he strikes is ringing you like a bell and causing vibrations of pleasure throughout your whole body. No, this is not how you imagined your first time, but you would be willing to live the rest of your life being fucked all day by this virile beast. As he sinks deeper, you can finally get your feet to his hips, and you plant your heels into his sides and start kicking his toned ass gently toward you, encouraging his forward momentum into your abused twat. In truth, you know he cannot go any further without hurting you, and it must take a lot of self-control for him not to simply break open your womb with the pointed tip of his cock and then rupture your pussy with his knot as you approach a joint climax. Your pussy starts to convulse and begins milking the wolfman's crimson manhood, sending him over the edge. He starts spasming wildly within you. Torrents of thick canine seed feel as if they are shooting directly into your womb. The massive volume of his ejaculate cannot be contained and begins spraying out in noisy spurts from where your overstretched pussy rings his fat crimson wolf cock. You scream incoherently and rake your fingers across his broad, furry back. The wolfman begins lowering you to the ground while remaining partially sheathed within you. Your pussy sends your brain a severe complaint once the tremendous canine phallus dislodges and leaves you gaping. You feel a river of beast cum drain from your depths and run down your crotch, pooling around your anus. You can only lie there splayed and twitching while the wolfman admires his handiwork. Before you can regain control of your motor functions, he throws you over his shoulder and carries you off toward the hills. Ending: Wonder Bred Select this ending at the beginning of the sequel to continue your story.

You approach him slowly so as not to provoke him. Still, if he had wanted to kill or rape you, he could have done so by now. "Do you want me to help?" you offer, while pointing toward his wounded hand. He turns his massive palm upward and lays it atop his leg. Reaching into your crushed basket, you take out the thankfully unruptured water skin and some of the torn lining. His fully outstretched hand, measured from the palm to the tip of his middle finger, is more than half the length of your arm. It is truly gargantuan. Each finger is as thick around as a well-endowed human's cock. Were it not for the sharp, black, claw-like nails, they might be pleasurable inside a willing twat. As you remove the bandage, you see the wound is strangely not as bad as one might expect. It almost appears as if the clotting blood is strong enough to hold the flesh together. You wash the wound gently with water and then create padding from the lining of your basket. On top of this, you rewrap his bandage. Being so close to the wolfman for so long, you have gotten lungfuls of his musky, masculine scent. It is slightly intoxicating and becomes more pleasant with each passing moment. Given the proximity of his hand to his crotch, you can't help but catch glimpses of his enormous cock sheath and fist-sized nuts. His sheath and nuts are both covered in a slightly gleaming, soft velvety fur. Suddenly, the blood-red tip of his cock sprouts from his sheath and begins pulsing upward. You are transfixed, almost as if you have lost the ability to look away. He tenses his abdominal muscles, and a few more inches of his canine cock pop out of his sheath. His dick is crimson, and covered in a fine mesh of purple veins. At its broadest point, it is as thick as your upper arm, but it tapers significantly near the tip. A ridge runs down the underside. He raises his hips a bit, and his monster cock points toward you. [[Move away from it.]] [[Explore it.]]

You begin using your blade's hilt to chip away at the bark around your embedded blade. Perhaps if you can reveal enough, you will be able to work the blade out. The wolfman approaches stealthily. You do not sense him until he is looming above you. His attention is fixated on your seemingly futile efforts. You give him a wary glance, and he backs up a bit away from you. The minutes pass by, and as you grow tired, you squat down to give yourself a better posture. Sweat starts to dampen your brow. Occasionally, your brain rewards you with the thought that this might work, only to swiftly punish you with the thought that this is a fool's errand. Suddenly, the wolfman buries his muzzle under your buttocks and juts his nose in between your legs, inhaling fiercely at the back of your pussy lips. A jolt of electricity hits you at the strange, tickling intrusion, and you yelp. "No!" you say, while [[swatting his nose away.|No to nosey]] [[Ignore him. |Ignore sniffing wolfman]]

You steal a quick glance at this face. He's been watching you ogle his fattening meat. His lips curl back into a devilish smile. The beast's cock begins dripping in anticipation. You turn away and try to put some distance between you and the horny wolfman. You purposely exaggerate the motions of putting away your waterskin to give him time to cool down while you busy yourself with other things. As you do, you hear him pushing through the brush, moving away from you. [['"Wait! Don't go!"'|Don't go hills]] You call to him. [[Head home. |Head home hills]]

Blowjob, Cunnilingus You steal a quick glance at this face. He's been watching you ogle is fattening meat. His lips curl back into a devilish smile. The beast's cock begins dripping in anticipation. You move your mouth to the tip of the pulsing rod and lick up a slight taste of his precum. It is vaguely salty and not at all objectionable. The scent from his groin, however, is unbelievably alluring. Blood is pumping to your groin and your clit is becoming rock hard. You begin suckling the top of his cock while wringing your hands around his sheath. His cock spills out to its full 14-inch glory, followed by a knot twice as large as a man's fist. It would destroy a human pussy. You pass the head in and out of your mouth. Your tongue repeatedly delves into his pee hole, causing him to clench his thighs and buttocks when you do. The wolfman starts to pull you towards him so he can lie down on the ground with his giant phallus raised to the sky. He turns you around so that you are lying on his stomach with your face pointed at his cock, your backside directly at his face. He removes your boots carefully, followed by your britches. You cooperate by shimmying them down for him, exposing your flushed sex. His tongue begins eagerly lapping from your pussy lips to your anus, occasionally snaking into your vagina, until you are sopping wet from a combination of his spit and your juices. Your mind is reeling. You are in a state of ecstasy that none of your masturbatory efforts in the past could ever vaguely compare to. Your only desire at this moment is to spend your life with his cock in your mouth and his tongue in your pussy. The wolfman, however, has other plans. He lifts you with the ease you might lift a child's doll and stands up. He has turned you around so your virgin slit is aligned with his monstrous manhood. You are about to be fucked for the first time ... Hold my hands over my privates and [[firmly say no. |(END) say no far]] Are you freaking kidding me? Yes! [[Fuck me |(END) Standing fuck, uncertain]] you magnificent animal!

The wolfman stops and turns back to give you one last longing gaze with his piercing, icy blue eyes. Then he continues his retreat. Your journey home is a blur. Your mind is completely preoccupied with thoughts of the creature you both injured and treated in the wilderness. It is dark when you arrive at your family's home, and your disheveled appearance and broken gear greatly alarm your parents. [[Tell your story; he's injured. |(END) Tell your story, he's healed.]] [[Make up a story. |(END) Make up a story.]]

You let him head off in silence. Your journey home is a blur. Your mind is completely preoccupied with thoughts of the creature you both injured and treated in the wilderness. It is dark when you arrive at your family's home, and your disheveled appearance and broken gear greatly alarm your parents. [[Tell your story; he's injured. |(END) Tell your story, he's healed.]] [[Make up a story. |(END) Make up a story.]]

You tell your parents that you were attacked by a wolf and tumbled off a cliff near the hills. You show them the bloody hilt of your hunting knife and say you could not recover the blade. Your mother rushes forward to determine the extent of your wounds and urges you to lie down while she fetches food and some water to help you clean up. Your father takes the remains of your gear and promises to help you work on replacing your bow. The knife, however, will require a trip to the civilized world, which may have to wait until spring. The next morning, your parents go out gathering, leaving you at home to rest up. You begin repairing the basket and preserving the few foraged items you were able to bring home with you. As dusk approaches, you hear wolves howling in the distance, and instantly your encounter returns to your thoughts. You wonder if your parents are okay. Will they run into the wolfman? Soon after, your parents return laden with foraged supplies and in a chipper mood. You all turn in early that night, and you drift into a dreamless sleep. You awaken some hours later with a massive clawed hand pressed over your mouth, while other, equally strong hands restrain your limbs and lift you from your bed. Bound in leather straps, you are silently passed through your window into the waiting arms of a creature whose kind you have encountered before. Cradled in his powerful, furred arms, you feel something red hot, thick, and pointed occasionally bob upwards and strike your backside as your abductors carry you away into the night. Ending: What daddy doesn't know. Select this ending at the beginning of the sequel to continue your story.

The break in concentration caused by resisting the wolfman's advances makes you slip and drive your blade even further into the wood. It's lost for good. You huff in frustration while the wolfman bounds away from you into the brush. [['"Wait, don\'t go!"'|don't go no nosey]] [[Forget this. Time to go home.|head home, no nosey]]

It takes every ounce of self-control not to react as he wiggles his muzzle back and forth while he sniffs. His motion puts increasing pressure between your legs that sends uncontrollable shivers up your spine and sends blood rushing to your vulva. Your face starts to flush, and you are forced to bite your lower lip to keep from whimpering at the sensation. You feel your twat moisten in delight. Your mind races with thoughts of having sex with this hyper-masculine beastman. Your masturbatory efforts primed you for this rather than giving you more willpower to resist. The tension is relieved a bit when he draws back, but a new challenge is posed. He is pushing your head forward to bend you over more while he tugs at your pants. Your pussy sends a thrilled message to your mind: "Oh, please, can we?" [[No, to both of you! |No to nosey]] [[Present yourself. |Present yourself hand stab]]

Cunnilingus, doggystyle, vaginal You lower your head to the ground and raise your ass higher. Surely this is a universal sign he can understand. He doesn't waste any time yanking your boots off and then stripping you of your hide britches. He is panting with excitement as he once again buries his nose between your ass and pussy and then begins eagerly lapping from clit to anus with his broad canine tongue. You start trembling at the knees, and a quivering sensation spreads up from your pussy and into your abdomen. Occasionally, his tongue penetrates deep into your vagina, sending a shock of pleasure to your very core. You are sopping wet with his saliva and your own juices by the time he hunches over you, resting his rippling stomach upon your back and lining up his massive wolf cock with your sex. With you in this position, he sees no need to ask permission. The penetration causes flashes in your eyes. You jerk and cry out in pain as your hymen is torn and the beastman's inhuman cock impales you. He grunts and flexes above you, then brings his mouth beside your head and starts licking your neck and left ear, tickling you while he withdraws and then plunges back into your newly opened pussy. The second penetration is almost as painful but twice as thrilling. This great, muscled beast is claiming you as his mate. You are being bred by the living embodiment of masculine virility. You groan at the third thrust and marvel at how full you feel. He is reaching into your guts with his monstrous prick, defiling his human bitch. He establishes a rhythm, and you begin to melt around his manhood. You could almost cry with how good this makes you feel. For the first time, you push back to meet his thrust, and his colossal furry sack swings up and brushes between your legs. He must not even be fully inside you, but it feels as if he is wearing you on his pole. You shudder at your first climax and scream in ecstasy for him to break you. He isn't near finished. He literally plows ahead, working your exhausted body up to another climax. You can feel him tensing all over, building you both up to simultaneous orgasms. [["Pull out!" you cry.|(END) Pull out gentle]] [["Cum in me!" you cry.|(END) cum in me gentle]] [[Utter the incoherent gurgles of a mind-broken slut. |(END) groaning hills hand]]

His response to your nonsensical groaning is to squeeze your hips more forcefully and lurch his body up. For the first time, he doesn't hold back. He strikes you at your deepest point, sending a jolt of pain through you. You are being flooded with his semen. Warm, wet jets are flowing into you one after another. You adore the sensation, which creates a cascade of bliss as your orgasm washes over you. Your limbs spasm, and you moan in ecstasy. There is too much cum for your tight little cunny to contain. It sprays out in noisy spurts from the tightly stretched ring your vagina makes around his enormous canine cock. He remains on top of you, panting heavily. He moves his mouth over yours, and you part your lips to let him in. His wide tongue eagerly and lovingly explores your mouth. You begin grinding against his rippling torso, reveling in the feel of his velvety fur. You would love to stay locked together like this forever. After several minutes of intense tonguing, he slides out of you with a wet plop, and gushes of semen spurt loudly from your abused twat. Rivers of white streaked with your red virginal blood flow between your legs and pool on the forest floor. He stands up, and his giant phallus bounces back to life. You are entranced by this vision of pure sexuality posing above you. He throws you over his thickly muscled back and begins heading for the hills. You are too exhausted from love making to resist. Your hands bounce off his toned rump as he carries you away. Ending: Wonder Bred Select this ending at the beginning of the sequel to continue your story.

Blowjob, drugged The wolfman rises as commanded, hands still firmly clasped behind his back. His gigantic shaft bounces eagerly as he rises, then juts out in your direction, gently pulsing with his heartbeat. You move your mouth to the tip of the straining rod and lick up a slight taste of his precum. It is vaguely salty and not at all objectionable. The scent from his groin, however, is intoxicating. The musky, spicy odor is much more concentrated here, and it leaves your head swimming. Blood is pumping to your groin and your clit is becoming rock hard. You begin suckling the top of his cock while wringing your hands around his sheath. You work the lupine cock with both hands while passing the tip in and out of your mouth. Your tongue repeatedly delves into his pee hole, causing him to clench his thighs and buttocks when you do. He is panting heavily while making deep, resonant whines. He cannot take much more. You remove your mouth but continue wringing his phallus. "Do you want to cum, pup?" His mouth drops open, and a desperate sound, halfway between a groan and a yelp, is all he can vocalize. He is simultaneously standing on his toes and arching his back to maximize your access to his crotch. He frantically nods yes and makes the same sound again. "Cum for me." You tug his crimson meat toward your mouth with one hand and lift up his heavy ball sack with the other. He throws his head back and howls as his ejaculation begins. His knees nearly buckle, and his legs struggle to keep him upright. Titanic torrents of his seed begin gushing from his canine prick and striking your face. Some squirts into your mouth, and you get your first taste of the salty man goop. You cup your hands beneath his member and collect the ejaculate. It is so hot, it almost steams. Soon, stray blasts coat your hair and your tits, and you are utterly plastered in his semen. The overpowering odor of his seed has a bizarre, unexpected effect on you. Your head swims. Your eyes become foggy. You develop an irresistible urge to drink the slime he deposited in your hands. You bring it to your lips and desperately gulp it. As the thick, delicious goo passes down your throat, you are overcome with giddiness and sensuous excitement. You grasp the wolfman's cock and begin milking it with both hands, trying to get more semen from him. His hands lift you up, and he throws you across his back. Seeing a rope of his seed sliding down your arm, you lap it up eagerly. You are blissfully oblivious as the wolfman carries you off into the wilderness. Ending: Thank you, cum again. Select this ending at the beginning of the sequel to continue your story.

Standing fuck, vaginal As you commanded, he lifts you with the ease with which you might lift a child's doll and aligns your virgin slit with his monstrous manhood. He suspends you in mid-air, amazing you with his strength. Then he carefully inserts his pointed tip into your virginal slit and gently pulls you down onto the spreading curvature of his shaft. As he widens within you, you wince in a bit of pain, and he draws back. He repeats this a few times, preparing you for what is to come, and then sheathes several inches within you while you cry out in pain at the loss of your hymen. With that formality out of the way, you start to melt at the feeling of having his manhood within you. Having delicately stolen your cherry, the wolfman continues his precision assault, moving slower and deeper with his return thrust. He is in full control of your body. Your eyes roll up into your head, and a feral groan parts your lips. He wastes no time inserting his tongue into your waiting mouth, and you exchange deep tongue kisses. Your bliss is total. The rhythm he strikes is ringing you like a bell, causing vibrations of pleasure throughout your whole body. No, this is not how you imagined your first time, but you would be willing to live the rest of your life being fucked all day by this virile beast. As he sinks deeper, you can finally get your feet to his hips, and you plant your heels into his sides and start kicking his toned ass gently toward you, encouraging his forward momentum into your abused twat. In truth, you know he cannot go any further without hurting you, and it must take a lot of self-control for him not to simply break open your womb with the pointed tip of his cock and then rupture your pussy with his knot as you approach a joint climax. You can't take any more. You babble, "Cum ... cumming!" He decides to take this as an instruction. Your pussy starts to convulse and begins milking the wolfman's crimson manhood, sending him over the edge. He starts spasming wildly within you. Ropes of thick canine seed feel as if they are shooting directly into your womb. The massive volume of his ejaculate cannot be contained and begins spraying out in noisy spurts from where your overstretched pussy rings his fat crimson wolf cock. You scream incoherently and rake your fingers across his broad, furry back. The wolfman begins lowering you to the ground while remaining partially sheathed within you. Your pussy sends your brain a severe complaint once the tremendous canine phallus dislodges and leaves you gaping. You feel a torrent of beast cum drain from your depths and run down your crotch, pooling around your anus. You can only lie there splayed and twitching while the wolfman admires his handiwork. Before you can regain control of your motor functions, he throws you over his shoulder and carries you off into the wilds. Ending: Wonder Bred Select this ending at the beginning of the sequel to continue your story.

You had no plans for spelunking today and lack a ready-made torch. It takes some time to gather from the area the things you need to start a fire. You construct the fire at the mouth of the cave, knowing it will illuminate many paces inward. In all this time, you've heard no sound from within the cave, nor have you heard anything approaching from the surrounding hills. You set two large branches ablaze and toss them approximately 10 and 20 paces into the cave. They won't provide much light, but they will certainly aggravate any creatures who may be within. You ready your bow for a response to your provocation. Apart from the crackling fires, there is silence. [[Advance into the cave.]] [[Lose your nerve.]]

This is not something you want to contend with right now. You set out at a quick pace, attempting to put as much distance between you and that cave as possible in the shortest possible amount of time. You steer clear of the path you took to get here in case something is following you. The one obstacle you cannot avoid is the cliff. When you reach it, the sounds of nature grow deathly silent. You are not alone here. [[Climb down. Wolves can't climb.]] [[Find a slope down.]]

If something is stalking you, there is no time to prepare your gear. Reaching the ledge, you toss your basket down into a bush, hoping it will break the basket's fall and keep it relatively intact. Your heart is racing as you make the descent. You half expect something to grab you at any moment. When you reach the ground below, you are perspiring profusely. Whether from exertion or nervous excitement, it is difficult to tell. Your basket has tumbled away from the brush but is surprisingly intact for the long drop. Before continuing, you glance back at the top of the cliff and are dumbfounded by an incredible sight. What you see above you is a fantasy or nightmare: a monstrous creature with the charcoal gray body of a wolf, but oriented upright, more like a man. His legs are a fusion of human and wolf characteristics, but his enormous hands are more humanlike, with the exception of the black, claw-like nails. His chest and abdomen are a perfect wall of chiseled muscle covered uniformly in short fuzz that lets your eyes trace his contours down to the sheath at his crotch, which is as thick around as your upper arm and sits above two fist-sized orbs in a tight fur pouch. What draws your attention most are his huge, sky-blue eyes and the humanlike whites around them. They are entirely fixated on you. Pointed canine ears stand alert atop his head. He has a clay-red wolf's nose at the end of a short muzzle. [[Draw your bow.]] [[Run away!]]

You deftly nock an arrow and take aim at the beast. He pulls back away from the ledge and disappears from sight. Your brain presents you with two possibilities: either you scared him off or he is looking for another path to find you. Getting a higher vantage point could help you either way. You take to a tree from which you can get a better view and wait. You listen for the sounds of his approach. Just when it seems certain that he is not following, you hear the rustling of foliage in the direction of the slope. He seems to have been moving quickly and then suddenly decided to pull back. The forest is silent again for a moment, and then you hear rapid, deep inhalations. He must have smelled that you were still nearby, but he is obviously not sure where. He is trying to use the cover in case of an ambush, but his concealment is imperfect. Eventually, his massive frame comes into view, and you have the ability to deliver a lethal shot, should you wish to. [[Kill him.]] [[Threaten him.]]

You break into panicked flight. Every shadow is the wolfman. Every stirring of the leaves by a swelling breeze is his approach. Your lungs burn, and eventually you collapse against a tree, unable to maintain your frantic pace. Your mind fights against your gasping breaths, trying to quiet yourself enough to hear if he is pursuing you. Instead of a wolf monster pouncing upon you, there is the calm of a fall day. You look down at yourself and realize you are still holding your basket. It occurs to you: Did I just imagine that? Your stomach is not in the mood to debate with your brain as to fact or fiction. It turns over, and you feel the urge to continue to flee, but this time at a sustainable pace. As you travel back, your mind is completely preoccupied with thoughts of the creature you encountered. Where did he come from? Is he truly gone? What if he returns? What if there are others? It is sunset when you arrive at your family's home. Your eyes betray that something has happened. [[Tell your story. |(END) Tell your story cliff after dream]] [[Keep your story to yourself.|(END) Keep it to yourself, after dream]]

You deliver a lethal shot that pierces his chest and penetrates his heart. He initially roars as the arrow enters, but it is cut short as a gush of blood enters his throat. He spins around before he drops to the ground with the force of a fallen tree. You climb down from your perch and approach the corpse. The intense, musky smell of the wolfman assaults your nose. His physique is just as impressive up close. It requires the full force your leg can muster to flip him over with your boot. Take a trophy - [[his pelt.]] Practical proof. This will slow you down considerably. Take a trophy - [[his hand.]] Terrifying proof. This can be done quickly. His genitals won't last as a trophy, but you have a perverse desire to [[explore them. |Outraging the corpse]] [[Leave him alone. |Leave him alone.]] Go find your basket and head home before it gets dark.

You shout, "Stay where you are, beast, or I will shoot to kill." He freezes, but his ears swivel to pick up your voice. He now knows where you are, but he also seems to understand the peril he is in. "I've seen your cave. Go back there now and never enter these woods again. If you do, then the next time I have my bow trained on you, you will die. Go!" Without hesitation, the wolfman lunges back into cover and then begins heading back the way he came. He is not stealthy about it. He seems to be showing you that he is complying with your demand. You take advantage of this reprieve from conflict to retrieve your basket and head home. As you travel back, your mind is completely preoccupied with thoughts of the creature you encountered. Where did he come from? Is he truly gone? What if he returns? What if there are others? It is dusk when you arrive at your family's home. Your eyes betray that something has happened. [[Tell your story. |(END) Tell your story cliff after dream]] [[Keep your story to yourself.|(END) Keep it to yourself, after dream]]

You turn away from the cliff's edge only to be confronted by a sight more terrifying than the thought of throwing yourself onto the rocks below. Towering above you is a monstrous creature with the charcoal gray body of a wolf but oriented upright, more like a man. His feet are large wolf paws, his legs a fusion of human and wolf characteristics, but his enormous hands are more humanlike, with the exception of the black, claw-like nails. His chest and abdomen are a perfect wall of chiseled muscle covered uniformly in short fuzz that lets your eyes trace his contours down to the sheath at his crotch, which is as thick around as your upper arm and sits above two fist-sized orbs in a tight fur pouch. You are overpowered by the creature's musky scent. It is very much like a wolf, but oddly spicier. There is also a sweaty, masculine smell behind it. His features are canine, but strangely cute and youthful, almost puppy-like. His muzzle is shorter than a wolf's, with rounder, thicker teeth, a dark pink tongue, and a clay-red canine nose. His eyes are larger than a human's and brilliantly sky blue, surrounded by a significant amount of solid white like a human's would be. His expression is one of curiosity and excitement, like that of a young predator whose prey has just jumped into his mouth. [[Stand your ground and show no fear. |Stand your ground and show no fear.2]] Your body betrays you. [[Piss yourself.]]

You straighten your back and hold your head up. You stare directly into his eyes and keep your face stern and determined. Your body cooperates with your countenance, and you manage not to quail in the face of the beastman. His expressive eyes lock on yours, and he begins to match your posture. His face is less expressive than his eyes, but you detect a kind of human smile spreading through his muzzle. Slowly, while maintaining eye contact with you, he begins to crouch and lean slightly to the side while staying in front of you. You are looking down upon him now and feel almost mesmerized by his objectively lovely eyes. Suddenly, he jerks forward and plants his muzzle directly into your crotch. He inhales so deeply that your pants are pulled up slightly off of your skin. This is wrong! [[Swat his head away.]] He wants me! This is weirdly arousing. [[Pet his head.]]

You turn away and try to put some distance between you and the horny wolfman. You peer over the cliff and realize that you have little room to maneuver if he decides not to take no for an answer. You hear him pushing through the brush, moving away from you. [[You call to him,|Don't go cliff]] "Wait! Don't go!" [[Let him go. |Head home cliff]]

The wolfman stops and turns back to give you one last longing gaze with his piercing, icy blue eyes. Then he continues his retreat. Your journey home is a blur. Your mind is completely preoccupied with thoughts of the creature you encountered in the wilderness. It is dark when you arrive at your family's home, and your eyes betray that something has happened. [[Tell your story. |(END) Tell your story cliff after dream]] [[Keep your story to yourself. |(END) Keep it to yourself, after dream]]

The charcoal gray fur of the wolfman merges with the shadows. The silence briefly intensifies, followed soon after by the return of the sounds of nature on an autumn afternoon. Your journey home is a blur. Your mind is completely preoccupied with thoughts of the creature you encountered in the wilderness. It is dark when you arrive at your family's home, and your eyes betray that something has happened. [[Tell your story. |(END) Tell your story cliff after dream]] [[Keep your story to yourself. |(END) Keep it to yourself, after dream]]

His sky-blue eyes look at you with clear signs of confusion and frustration. He partially rises and spreads his arms as if to show he is not going to force you. He flexes his chest, tightens his abdominal muscles, and then directs his eyes - and yours - to his emerging canine cock. It is blood red and covered in a network of fine purple veins. It pulses upward with his heartbeat. It is as thick as your arm, and eight inches are showing with the promise of more to come. On the underside is a thick ridge, and the tip is pointed and curves down to a fat shaft, which is already dripping precum. His hands cup his balls, and then he turns slightly to show you his profile. You get the feeling he is trying to prove to you he is a worthy specimen for you to mate with. He has a point - more than one actually. [[Let him continue.|Let him.]] You're no sexual god to me, mister. [["I said no!"]]

Pissing, Cunnilingus A warm, wet sensation spreads into your crotch as your bladder drains. Soon the sensation spreads down the insides of your legs. What in the world is happening to you? Your nerves have frozen you in place, as if you are playing dead while still standing. The wolfman cocks his head and looks at you quizzically. His clay-red nose starts to twitch as he picks up the scent of your urine. Pointed ears atop the wolfman's head swivel as he detects your stream. He begins to circle around to your backside before crouching down. He buries his muzzle in your butt crack and juts his nose inward, prying your thighs apart while inhaling fiercely at the back of your pussy lips. Your body struggles not to react to the strange, tickling intrusion. He wiggles his muzzle back and forth while he sniffs, putting increasing pressure between your legs that starts sending uncontrollable shivers up into your pelvis and sending blood rushing to your vulva. Your face starts to flush, and you involuntarily bite your lower lip to keep from whimpering at the sensation. He starts working your pants down, exposing your tight virgin slit. His long, wide, canine tongue flops out fully and begins lapping between your pussy lips and up your anus, sending shocks of pleasure coursing through your crotch. He then begins licking down the insides of your legs, cleaning up the urine you released on yourself. Arousal spreads through you, accompanied by an uncontrollable heat. You begin to tremble all over, and your legs grow weak. You fall forward and end up on your hands and knees. The wolfman sees this as an invitation to mount you. He wraps both arms tightly around your stomach and squeezes firmly. He arches his back, and his massive canine phallus erupts from his sheath. You look back between your legs as you feel his burning hot meat poke at your crotch. The monster's dick is blood red and covered in a fine mesh of purple veins. The tip has a pointed projection, quite animalistic and not at all like the bell of a man's cock head. About eight inches have emerged so far, with more on the way. [[Scurry away from him.]] Your body betrays you again. [[Drip some pussy juice on his bestial prick. |(END) Drip some pussy juice on his bestial prick.]]

Doggystyle, vaginal If he had any doubts that you are a ready slut desperate to be bred and impregnated by an alpha male, they are gone once your cunny drools on his throbbing fuck pole. He carefully inserts his pointed tip into your virginal slit and gently pulls you back onto the spreading curvature of his shaft. As he widens within you, you wince in a bit of pain, and he draws back. He repeats this a few times, preparing you for what is to come, and then sheathes several inches within you while you cry out in pain at the loss of your hymen. With that formality out of the way, you start to melt at the feeling of having his manhood within you. Having delicately stolen your cherry, the wolfman continues his precision assault, moving steadily deeper with his return thrust. He is in full control of your body. Your eyes involuntarily roll up into your head, and a feral groan parts your lips. Your bliss is total. The rhythm he strikes is ringing you like a bell and causing vibrations of pleasure throughout your whole body. No, this is not how you imagined your first time, but you would be willing to live the rest of your life being fucked all day by this virile beast. As he sinks deeper, you begin thrusting back to meet him, encouraging his forward momentum into your abused twat. In truth, you know he cannot go any further without hurting you, and it must be taking him a lot of self-control not to simply break open your womb with the pointed tip of his cock and then rupture your pussy with his knot as you approach a joint climax. Your pussy convulses and begins milking the wolfman's crimson manhood, sending him over the edge. He starts spasming wildly within you. Ropes of thick canine seed feel as if they are shooting directly into your womb. The massive volume of his ejaculate cannot be contained and begins spraying out in noisy spurts from where your overstretched pussy rings his fat crimson wolf cock. You scream incoherently and rake your fingers across the dirt of the forest floor. After letting you spend several minutes spasming on his rod, he withdraws. Your pussy sends your brain a severe complaint once the tremendous canine phallus dislodges and leaves you gaping. You feel a torrent of beast cum drain from your depths and run down your legs. You lie there, splayed and twitching, while the wolfman admires his handiwork. Before you can regain control of your motor functions, he throws you over his shoulder and carries you off into the wilds. Ending: Wonder Bred Select this ending at the beginning of the sequel to continue your story.

You begin clawing at the forest floor and scrambling frantically forward, trying to prevent your virginity from being stolen. He grasps both of your legs simultaneously and pulls you back onto his crotch. His giant member grazes the entrance to your twat and leaves a long, wet streak of pre across your stomach as it slides up under you. "Please, I don't want to do this! Let me go! Please!" you sob. He releases one of your legs, causing you to spin around and fall onto your behind. Then he grasps both legs again and tugs you back toward his crotch. You are face-to-face with him again, and his expression is one of total confusion. He flexes his abdominal muscles, causing his crimson manhood to bounce up and down. He seems to be asking, are you sure you don't want this amazing cock in you? His puppy-dog eyes look longingly into yours. His expression conveys a deep yearning to make love to you. [[Offer him oral instead.|(END) Offer him oral instead.]] [[Shake your head no.]]

Blowjob, drugged You sit up and lean forward slowly toward his crotch while maintaining eye contact. He sits back and thrusts his cock toward your approaching lips. You move your mouth to the tip of the straining rod and lick up a slight taste of his precum. It is vaguely salty and not at all objectionable. The scent from his groin, however, is intoxicating. The musky, spicy odor is much more concentrated here, and it leaves your head swimming. Blood is pumping to your groin and your clit is becoming rock hard. You begin suckling the top of his cock while wringing your hands around his sheath. You proceed to work the cock with both hands while passing the head in and out of your mouth. Your tongue repeatedly delves into his pee hole, causing him to clench his thighs and buttocks when you do. He is panting heavily while making deep, resonant whines. He cannot take much more. You tug his crimson meat toward your mouth with one hand and lift up his heavy ball sack with the other. He throws his head back and howls as his ejaculation begins. His knees nearly buckle, and his legs struggle to keep him upright. Titanic torrents of his seed begin gushing from his canine prick and striking your face. Some squirts into your mouth, and you get your first taste of the salty man goop. You cup your hands beneath his member and collect the ejaculate. It is so hot, it almost steams. Soon, stray blasts coat your hair and your tits, and you are utterly plastered in his semen. The overpowering odor of his seed has a bizarre, unexpected effect on you. Your head swims. Your eyes become foggy. You develop an irresistible urge to drink the slime he deposited in your hands. You bring it to your lips and desperately gulp it. As the thick, delicious goo passes down your throat, you are overcome with giddiness and sensuous excitement. You grasp the wolfman's cock and begin milking it with both hands, trying to get more semen from him. His hands lift you up, and he throws you across his back. Seeing a rope of his cum sliding down your arm, you lap it up eagerly. You are blissfully oblivious as the wolfman carries you off into the wilderness. Ending: Thank you, cum again. Select this ending at the beginning of the sequel to continue your story.

The wolfman slumps his shoulders in disappointment. He rises to his feet and towers above you. His giant meat casts a shadow across your face briefly, then he turns away and walks off into the brush. You watch silently as he leaves and then start putting your soggy britches back on. They are uncomfortably cold. Your journey home is a blur. Your mind is completely preoccupied with thoughts of the creature that nearly raped you in the wilderness. It is dark when you arrive at your family's home, and your disheveled appearance and unpleasant aroma alarm your parents. [[Excitedly tell the truth. |(END) Don't get pissy about it]] "I pissed myself in the woods, and a horny wolfman licked my pussy clean and then tried to fuck me until I started crying, then he let me go!" [[Clean it up a bit. |(END) Tell your story, no nosey]] "I was assaulted by a wolfman but managed to struggle away from him before something terrible happened." [[Lie. "I slipped and fell while going to the bathroom."|(END) Lie. "I slipped and fell while going to the bathroom."]]

Your parents are stoic people, but you detect some amusement on your mother's part. Your father suggests you get a bath while he sorts out what you've brought home in your basket. The next morning, your parents go out gathering, leaving you at home with chores. As dusk approaches, you hear wolves howling in the distance, and instantly your encounter returns to your mind. You wonder if they will also encounter the wolfman. Perhaps you should have warned them? Your mind is eased when they return before dusk, laden with foraged supplies and in a chipper mood. You all turn in early that night, and you drift into a dreamless sleep. You awaken some hours later with a massive clawed hand pressed over your mouth, while other, equally strong hands restrain your limbs and lift you from your bed. Bound in leather straps, you are silently passed through your window into the waiting arms of a creature whose kind you have encountered before. Cradled in his powerful, furred arms, you feel something red hot, thick, and pointed occasionally bob upwards and strike your backside as your abductors carry you away into the night. Ending: Nope. Select this ending at the beginning of the sequel to continue your story.

Your parents listen with growing alarm as you describe your encounter with the wolfman. You get as far as the part where you pissed yourself before your mother rushes forward to determine if you are feverish and checks you for a head wound. She clearly thinks you have hallucinated the entire event. Your father is silent, but his eyes express shock, horror, and belief. You gather from his reaction that he is not unfamiliar with what you are describing. "Did he hurt you?" he asks. You nod no. Your mother looks at you both as if you are mad. She asks your father what he knows about this. He delivers his response in a deep, clipped command. "We must leave tomorrow morning at first light. Gather only what you need to reach Iarnben. We are no longer safe here." When your mother protests, he promises to explain along the way. While you and your mother prepare to travel, your father starts moving valuable supplies into his stash spots in the woods. He declines help and pleads with you both to stay indoors. The next day's trek proceeds at an unusually brisk pace. Your father frequently scouts ahead, leaving you and your mother to catch up. Though you could probably keep up with him, he asks that you stay with your mother and be ready to defend yourselves. As evening approaches, you arrive at Muddybranch River to find it swollen and moving swiftly. Your father returns from his latest scouting and informs you that the rope bridge across is gone, so you must divert your course further downstream until you can find a safer crossing. As evening falls, your father chooses a crossing spot that provokes a worried look from your mother. In the fading light, her eyes show you are sharing the same thought. This spot is more placid but will still require a swim. He must be desperate to cross the river tonight. You cross on your own, carrying your mother's supplies. Although the water was only up to your waist near the shores, the middle of the crossing required you to swim. Your father stays with your mother as they cross together. He does not let go of her. You set up camp and keep a small fire, barely sufficient to dry the wet clothes you must change out of. As you huddle by the campfire, shivering, you recall your father's promise to explain on the journey. However, you have never seen your parents look so frail as in this moment. He would not be able to explain over his chattering teeth, even if he wanted to. He presses you both to eat as much as you can before going to bed. He says he will take the first watch and wake you when it is your turn. You have never been on guard in all the years you have camped with your parents. Your sleep is fitful and freezing, and an uncertain number of hours after having gone to bed, you are awakened by your father calling you and your mother to run. The massive shadow of a wolfman is kicking out the remnants of your tiny campfire. You hear your father struggling in the darkness, then a thud and thrashing as he struggles with an attacker on the ground. The meager moonlight straining through the forest canopy is not sufficient for you to make out where your attackers are, but their peculiar musky scent pervades the area, heavily mixed with a smell like human sweat. You grab for your knife and find an enormous furred hand instead. Another pair of hands seizes your arms and pulls them behind your back while lifting you off the ground. Your mother is calling your name, then your father's. She is terrified and dazed, though apparently unharmed. Leather straps are wound around your wrists and ankles. Then you are cradled in the powerfully muscled, furry arms of a wolfman as he rapidly carries you off from the camp. Soon, he is flanked by two other wolfmen moving at astonishing speed. You feel something red hot, thick, and pointed occasionally bob upwards and strike your backside as your abductors carry you away into the night. Ending: Family Nope Select this ending at the beginning of the sequel to continue your story.

You gather your gear and prepare to set off. The wolfman's large, dazzling blue eyes longingly follow your every movement. Were he not a seven-foot-tall monstrosity, one might say he had the expression of a puppy abandoned by his mother. You leave your prey behind. As you travel home, your mind is completely preoccupied with thoughts of the creature you encountered. Where did he come from? What if he follows you? What if there are others? At some point, you recover your basket, but you have only the vaguest recollection of doing so. It is after dusk when you arrive at your family's home. Your eyes betray something has happened. [[Tell your story. |(END) Tell your story, he's healed.]] [[Keep your story to yourself.|(END) Hide your story, he's healed.]]

You approach him cautiously. If this is a ruse, you won't fall victim to it. The wolfman's eyes open wider and his mouth parts further. His pink canine tongue begins licking at his lips. He is thirsty. You take out your waterskin and carefully pour some into your left hand, so he can see what you intend. His dazzling blue eyes look hopeful, and he pants slightly. You gently start pouring the water near his lips, and he efficiently begins to lap it up. His tongue darts around his gums, wasting not a drop while relieving his parched mouth. The skin is soon emptied and he has perked up further. You turn your attention to the wound at his side. The time he has spent resting has slowed the bleeding, but it has not yet stopped. You pull out a clean rag and take over the effort of staunching the bleeding. Your delicate hands can maneuver and grip more effectively, providing more precise pressure. He does not wince but instead relaxes further, closing his eyes. It is tiring holding this position, and eventually you are leaning forward on his injury, wondering how he can bear the pain of it in silence. Time passes unbearably slowly. You frequently switch your attention between the flank wound and the other parts of the wolfman. You routinely confirm he is still breathing and that his eyes are closed, so he can't be eyeing you up as a snack or (stealing a glance at his sleeping sheath) something else. Having to lean into him like this, you have begun to enjoy his musky scent, which is delightfully masculine and enthralling. When you finally decide enough time has passed to check the wound, his eyes open at the withdrawn pressure. There is no more bleeding, but you know he should not move until the clotting is further along. As he tries to pull himself up a bit, you instinctively lay both hands across his broad, furred shoulders and press him back gently. His fur is velvet soft over his firm, rippling muscles. The mountain of muscle obeys your touch. At least for the moment, this beastman is under your control completely. How do you feel about him now? [[Aroused. |Forest nurse]] More than ever before! I am determined that this wolfman is going to have my virginity when he is well enough to take it. [[Disturbed. |Forest nurse]] Should I be doing this? Why am I going to such lengths for this creature? Am I that desperate to find a man that I could transfer my affections to this beast? [[Satisfied. |Helped and left]] I decided to help this creature, and that was accomplished. It's time to move on.

Your parents listen with growing alarm as you describe your encounter with the wolfman. Your mother rushes forward to determine if you are feverish and checks you for a head wound. She clearly thinks you have hallucinated the entire event. Your father is silent, but his eyes express shock, horror, and belief. You gather from his reaction that he is not unfamiliar with what you are describing. Your mother realizes as much and asks him what he knows about this. He delivers his response in a deep, clipped command. "We must leave tomorrow morning at first light. Gather only what you need to reach Iarnben. We are no longer safe here." When your mother protests, he promises to explain along the way. While you and your mother prepare to travel, your father starts moving valuable supplies into his stash spots in the woods. He declines help and pleads with you both to stay indoors. At dawn, you leave the only home you have ever known, uncertain if you will ever be able to return. The next day's trek proceeds at an unusually brisk pace. Your father frequently scouts ahead, leaving you and your mother to catch up. Though you could probably keep up with him, he asks that you stay with your mother and be ready to defend yourselves. As evening approaches, you arrive at Muddybranch River to find it swollen and moving swiftly. Your father returns from his latest scouting and informs you that the rope bridge across is gone, so you must divert your course further downstream until you can find a safer crossing. As evening falls, your father chooses a crossing spot that provokes a worried look from your mother. In the fading light, her eyes show you are sharing the same thought. This spot is more placid but will still require a swim. He must be desperate to cross the river tonight. You cross on your own, carrying your mother's supplies. Although the water was only up to your waist near the shores, the middle of the crossing required you to swim. Your father stays with your mother as they cross together. He does not let go of her. You set up camp and keep a small fire, barely sufficient to dry the wet clothes you must change out of. As you huddle by the campfire, shivering, you recall your father's promise to explain on the journey. However, you have never seen your parents look so frail as in this moment. He would not be able to explain over his chattering teeth, even if he wanted to. He presses you both to eat as much as you can before going to bed. He says he will take the first watch and wake you when it is your turn. You have never been on guard in all the years you have camped with your parents. Your sleep is fitful and freezing, and an uncertain number of hours after having gone to bed, you are awakened by your father calling you and your mother to run. The massive shadow of a wolfman is kicking out the remnants of your tiny campfire. You hear your father struggling in the darkness, then a thud and thrashing as he struggles with an attacker on the ground. The meager moonlight straining through the forest canopy is not sufficient for you to make out where your attackers are, but their peculiar musky scent pervades the area, heavily mixed with a smell like human sweat. You grab for your knife and find an enormous furred hand instead. Another pair of hands seizes your arms and pulls them behind your back while lifting you off the ground. Your mother is calling your name, then your father's. She is terrified and dazed, though apparently unharmed. Leather straps are wound around your wrists and ankles. Then you are cradled in the powerfully muscled, furry arms of a wolfman as he rapidly carries you off from the camp. Soon, he is flanked by two other wolfmen moving at astonishing speed. You feel something red hot, thick, and pointed occasionally bob upwards and strike your backside as your abductors carry you away into the night. Ending: Daddy's Girl Select this ending at the beginning of the sequel to continue your story.

You conceal the event. Your parents are stoic people, and they do not press for information. Your mother encourages you to eat and rest, suggesting she thinks you are ill. Your father examines what you brought back and prepares to preserve it for the winter. His only response is, "A good find." He thanks you. The next morning, your parents go out gathering, leaving you at home with chores. As dusk approaches, you hear wolves howling in the distance, and instantly your encounter returns to your mind. Will they too encounter the wolfman? Should you have told them? Your concerns fade when your parents return at dusk, laden with foraged supplies and in a chipper mood. You all turn in early that night, and you drift into a dreamless sleep. You awaken some hours later with a massive, clawed hand pressed over your mouth, while other, equally strong hands restrain your limbs and lift you from your bed. Bound in leather straps, you are silently passed through your window into the waiting arms of a creature whose kind you have encountered before. Cradled in his powerful furred arms, you feel something red hot, thick, and pointed occasionally bob upwards and strike your backside as your abductors carry you away into the night. Ending: What daddy doesn't know. Select this ending at the beginning of the sequel to continue your story.

Your father moves his eyes in the direction you indicate. In a hushed but determined voice, he says, "Let's get back home." You swiftly unwind the path you took the day before. Your father's expert tracking skill and fleetfootedness led him straight to you. His pace is demanding. At every clearing, he breaks into a run. At times, you are both short of breath, but he is relentless. When you pass by the basket you had dropped the day before, he exclaims, "Leave it!" and surges on. You are exhausted by the time you reach your family's cabin. Having heard your rushed approach, your mother comes out and embraces you, planting a kiss on your cheek and stroking your hair. Almost comically, your father keeps running right past her and into your house. Before you can begin to answer the questions she is showering upon you, he emerges carrying sacks of supplies. Your mother turns her questions upon him, and he responds in a deep, clipped command. "We must leave tomorrow morning at first light. Gather only what you need to reach Iarnben. We are no longer safe here." Tell him there is no need for all this fuss. [[The wolfman is friendly. |(END) He's friendly, daddy!]] [[Say nothing. |(END) Say nothing about the cave]] Although the wolfman didn't hurt you, you really do not think your father and he would get along.

Your father moves his eyes in the direction you indicate. In a hushed but determined voice, he says, "Let's get back home." You swiftly unwind the path you took the day before. Your father's expert tracking skill and fleetfootedness led him straight to you. His pace is demanding. At every clearing, he breaks into a run. At times, you are both short of breath, but he is relentless. When you pass by the basket you had dropped the day before, he exclaims, "Leave it!" and surges on. You are exhausted by the time you reach your family's cabin. Having heard your rushed approach, your mother comes out and embraces you, planting a kiss on your cheek and stroking your hair. Almost comically, your father keeps running right past her and into your house. Before you can begin to answer the questions she is showering upon you, he emerges carrying sacks of supplies. Your mother turns her questions upon him, and he responds in a deep, clipped command. "We must leave tomorrow morning at first light. Gather only what you need to reach Iarnben. We are no longer safe here." Lie. Tell him there is no need for all this fuss. [[The wolfman is dead. |(END) He's dead, daddy!]] [[Say nothing. |(END) Say nothing about the cave]] Although the wolfman didn't hurt you, you really do not think your father and he would get along.

Your parents listen with growing alarm as you describe your encounter with the wolfman. In your deceptive account of events, once you reached the hills, you brought him down with an arrow through the heart. "I'm proud of you." He pauses briefly, then continues, "But he had to come from somewhere. There must be others. We must go." While you and your mother prepare to travel, your father starts moving valuable supplies into his stash spots in the woods. He declines help and pleads with you both to stay indoors. The rest of the day, you don't see much of him. The evening is tense. He urges you both to eat heartily and says he is going to do some scouting but will return before midnight. He urges you to get to bed early and then steps out into the fading light of the sunset. That night, a few hours into a dreamless sleep, you awaken with a massive clawed hand pressed over your mouth, while other, equally strong hands restrain your limbs and lift you from your bed. Bound in leather straps, you are silently passed through your window into the waiting arms of a creature whose kind you have encountered before. Cradled in his powerful furred arms, you feel something red hot, thick, and pointed occasionally bob upwards and strike your backside as your abductors carry you away into the night. Ending: Daddy's Girl Select this ending at the beginning of the sequel to continue your story.

He backs away more, allowing you to find the way forward while keeping your hand on the cave wall. He starts walking slowly alongside you. After ten steps, you can start to see his outline again and no longer need to hold the wall. Suddenly, his enormous hands rest gently on your upper arms. He delicately pushes down upon you, giving the impression he wants you to stay there for a moment, then he darts back into the cave. You hesitate. It's clear he is letting you go. He soon returns and gives you your gear, which you had set aside while tending him the previous night. He brings his nose to your neck and brushes his furry chin across your shoulder while inhaling deeply, as if to memorize your scent. Then he retreats swiftly back into the cave, leaving you in total silence. For a few moments, you consider what to do next, then a silhouette appears at the mouth of the cave and calls your name. "Daddy?" You rush forward into the arms of your father, and he pulls you into the light of day. He looks you over and, seeing you are unscathed, urges you in a hushed tone: "Move swiftly, my girl; we need to leave this place at once!" His eyes are almost wild, but he is containing his emotions. You notice he keeps glancing back at the multitude of wolfman prints at the entrance of the cave. As you pass the blood-stained stone where the wolfman had rested, your father ventures another hushed declaration, "I had feared the worst." You swiftly unwind the path you took the day before. Your father's expert tracking skill and fleetfootedness led him straight to you. His pace is demanding. At every clearing, he breaks into a run. At times, you are both short of breath, but he is relentless. When you pass by the basket you had dropped the day before, he exclaims, "Leave it!" and surges on. You are exhausted by the time you reach your family's cabin. Having heard your rushed approach, your mother comes out and embraces you, planting a kiss on your cheek and stroking your hair. Almost comically, your father keeps running right past her and into your house. Before you can begin to answer the questions she is showering upon you, he emerges again carrying sacks of supplies. Your mother turns her questions upon him, and he responds in a deep, clipped command. Tell him there is no need for all this fuss. [[The wolfman is friendly.|(END) He's friendly, daddy!]] [[Say nothing. |(END) Say nothing about the cave]] Although the wolfman didn't hurt you, you really do not think your father and he would get along.

Your tears have an immediate, though unseen, effect. His enormous, warm hand rests on top of your head and strokes your hair backward. Then it delicately takes your hand and guides you toward the distant light. After ten steps, you can start to see his outline again. Suddenly, he gently grasps you by your upper arms. He delicately pushes down upon you, giving the impression he wants you to stay there for a moment, then he darts back into the cave. You brush the tears from your eyes and wait. It's clear he is letting you go. He soon returns and gives you your gear, which you had set aside while tending him the previous night. He brings his nose to your neck and brushes his furry chin across your shoulder while inhaling deeply, as if to memorize your scent. Then he retreats swiftly back into the cave, leaving you in total silence. For a few moments, you consider what to do next, then a silhouette appears at the mouth of the cave and calls your name. "Daddy?" You rush forward into the arms of your father, and he pulls you into the light of day. He looks you over and, seeing you are unscathed, urges you in a hushed tone: "Move swiftly, my girl; we need to leave this place at once!" His eyes are almost wild, but he is containing his emotions. You notice he keeps glancing back at the multitude of wolfman prints at the entrance of the cave. As you pass the blood-stained stone where the wolfman had rested, your father ventures another hushed declaration, "I had feared the worst." You swiftly unwind the path you took the day before. Your father's expert tracking skill and fleetfootedness led him straight to you. His pace is demanding. At every clearing, he breaks into a run. At times, you are both short of breath, but he is relentless. When you pass by the basket you had dropped the day before, he exclaims, "Leave it!" and surges on. You are exhausted by the time you reach your family's cabin. Having heard your rushed approach, your mother comes out and embraces you, planting a kiss on your cheek and stroking your hair. Almost comically, your father keeps running right past her and into your house. Before you can begin to answer the questions she is showering upon you, he emerges again carrying sacks of supplies. Your mother turns her questions upon him, and he responds in a deep, clipped command. "We must leave tomorrow morning at first light. Gather only what you need to reach Iarnben. We are no longer safe here." Tell him there is no need for all this fuss. [[The wolfman is friendly.|(END) He's friendly, daddy!]] [[Say nothing. |(END) Say nothing about the cave]] Although the wolfman didn't hurt you, you really don't think your father and he would get along.

Impregnation, nonconsensual Your virginity was stolen by force, your precious vagina has been defiled by an act of bestial obscenity, and your first time is straight out of a nightmare. This wolfman monster has dominated you completely and is breeding you like his bitch. He is in total control of your innocent, feminine body, which only exists for him to plant his seed at any moment. His seed ... your brain conjures images of a torrent of cum flooding your womb, and then you suckling a blue-eyed wolf cub in your arms. In a panicked voice, you cry, "Pull out!" Over the years, you have heard your mother gasp it while she and your father made love. But you never expected to be screaming it in terror. "Don't cum inside me, please don't!" His response is to squeeze your hips more forcefully and lurch his body up. He strikes you at your deepest point, sending a jolt through you. You are being flooded with his semen. One by one, warm, wet jets pour into you. Your pussy can't help but respond. It unleashes a torrent of orgasmic bliss, which collides with your fear of being inseminated. Your limbs spasm, and you groan in dreadful ecstasy. There is too much cum for your tight little cunny to contain. It sprays out in noisy spurts from the tightly stretched ring your vagina makes around his enormous canine cock. The fog of your orgasm has only lifted for a second before you realize your father is just a few yards away. Your mind is too muddled for you to speak. You're not even sure he's really there. He drops his torch to the ground and takes aim at your lupine rapist, who remains hunched over you doggystyle. You hear the arrow strike, and then the beastman throws his head back and bellows in agony, only to have his howl interrupted as gushes of blood spray from his maw. You feel the hot blood splash upon your skin just before the wolfman's tremendous weight crashes down upon you. Darkness closes around your field of vision, and you go deaf. Before losing consciousness, you hear your father calling your name in despair. You have only brief moments of consciousness as the hours roll by ... being dragged on a travois ... your mother crying over you ... having your face washed with a damp rag ... being urged to drink. That evening, you awaken in your bed with an intense headache and a dreadful thirst. Your mother is quick to bring you water and help you sit up. She kisses you on the cheeks several times and assures you that everything will be fine, despite the fact that her red puffy eyes reveal she has recently been in tears. "Your father told me about that ... thing ... that monster! He has been busy getting ready to take us to Iarnben as soon as you are well enough to walk." Before you can respond, she is off to fetch you a bowl of stew. When she returns, she insists on feeding you like a child. You are still too exhausted to make much protest. After a quick dinner, you drift off to sleep. You awaken some hours later with a massive, clawed hand pressed over your mouth, while other, equally strong hands restrain your limbs and lift you from your bed. Bound in leather straps, you are silently passed through your window into the waiting arms of a creature whose kind you have encountered before. Cradled in his powerful furred arms, you feel something red hot, thick, and pointed occasionally bob upwards and strike your backside as your abductors carry you away into the night. Ending: Fuck'her Punch Select this ending at the beginning of the sequel to continue your story.

Why did you hurt him like that? You had already shot him, hunted him through the wilderness so doggedly that he nearly bled to death, and then, having tended his wound and slept in his arms safely all night, you sucker punched him after he realized you weren't playing a game but were really upset with him. "Who's the monster here?" you wonder. For the first time, you push back to meet his thrust, and his colossal furry sack swings up and brushes between your legs. He must not even be fully inside you, but it feels as if he is wearing you on his pole. You begin to melt around his manhood. You could almost cry given how good this makes you feel now. As you shudder at your first climax, you beg for him to break you. He isn't near finished. He literally plows ahead, working your exhausted body up to another climax. You can feel him tensing all over, building you both up to simultaneous orgasms. As you scream out in ecstasy, you only vaguely recognize that the cave has become illuminated. You are too lost in pleasure to care what is happening, but your brain is sending frantic messages to your pussy to stop riding that monster cock and pay attention. The wolfman lets out a bellowing howl and buries his shaft inside you. It feels like he is pumping his bestial seed directly into your womb, sending waves of euphoria rippling out through your body. The fog of your orgasm has only lifted for a second before you realize your father is just a few yards away. He has dropped his torch to the ground and is taking aim at your lover, who remains hunched over you doggystyle. [[Warn the wolfman |(END) Watch out]], giving him a chance to dodge the shot. This may also put your father in great danger of being torn apart. [[Stay silent, |(END) Squishing you softly]] knowing your lover is about to die but not wanting to put your father at risk. Burst into tears and start yelling, [["Stop, you dirty monster!"|(END) "Stop, you dirty monster!!"]] so there is plausible deniability in the awkward aftermath of your lover's demise. Even if it is pretty unbelievable given your whorish moaning and active thrusting to meet your mate, it might be the slim thread your father needs to retain his sanity after what he has witnessed.

"Yes! Fuck me harder! Please!" you gasp. For the first time, you push back to meet his thrust, and his colossal furry sack swings up and brushes between your legs. He must not even be fully inside you, but it feels as if he is wearing you on his pole. You begin to melt around his manhood. You could almost cry given how good this makes you feel now. As you shudder at your first climax, you beg for him to break you. He isn't near finished. He literally plows ahead, working your exhausted body up to another climax. You can feel him tensing all over, building you both up to simultaneous orgasms. As you scream out in ecstasy, you only vaguely recognize that the cave has become illuminated. You are too lost in pleasure to care what is happening, but your brain is sending frantic messages to your pussy to stop riding that monster cock and pay attention. The wolfman lets out a bellowing howl and buries his shaft inside you. It feels like he is pumping his bestial seed directly into your womb, sending waves of euphoria rippling out through your body. The fog of your orgasm has only lifted for a second before you realize your father is just a few yards away. He has dropped his torch to the ground and is taking aim at your lover, who remains hunched over you doggystyle. [[Warn the wolfman |(END) Watch out]], giving him a chance to dodge the shot. This may also put your father in great danger of being torn apart. [[Stay silent, |(END) Squishing you softly]] knowing your lover is about to die but not wanting to put your father at risk. Burst into tears and start yelling, [["Stop, you dirty monster!"|(END) "Stop, you dirty monster!!"]] so there is plausible deniability in the awkward aftermath of your lover's demise. Even if it is pretty unbelievable given your whorish moaning and active thrusting to meet your mate, it might be the slim thread your father needs to retain his sanity after what he has witnessed.

Your protestations would perhaps be more convincing if the wolfman's sudden withdrawal from your twat in response to your unexpected rebuke didn't make you groan like a bitch in heat immediately afterwards. The beastman throws his head back and bellows in agony as the lethal shot strikes, only to have his howl interrupted as gushes of blood spray from his maw. You feel the hot blood splash upon your skin just before the wolfman's tremendous weight crashes down upon you. Darkness closes around your field of vision, and you go deaf. Before blacking out, you hear your father calling your name in despair. You have only brief moments of consciousness as the hours roll by ... being dragged on a travois ... your mother crying over you ... having your face washed with a damp rag ... being urged to drink. That evening, you awaken in your bed with an intense headache and a dreadful thirst. Your mother is quick to bring you water and help you sit up. She kisses you repeatedly on the cheeks and offers reassurances that you will be alright, though her red, puffy eyes reveal she has recently been in tears. "Your father told me about that ... thing ... that monster! He has been busy getting ready to take us to Iarnben as soon as you are well enough to walk." Before you can respond, she is off to fetch you a bowl of stew. When she returns, she insists on feeding you like a child. You are still too exhausted to make much protest. After a quick dinner, you drift off to sleep. You awaken some hours later with a massive, clawed hand pressed over your mouth, while other, equally strong hands restrain your limbs and lift you from your bed. Bound in leather straps, you are silently passed through your window into the waiting arms of a creature whose kind you have encountered before. Cradled in his powerful furred arms, you feel something red hot, thick, and pointed occasionally bob upwards and strike your backside as your abductors carry you away into the night. Ending: Better Bred than Dead Select this ending at the beginning of the sequel to continue your story.

You remain still and silent while the giant canine shaft continues to pulse within you. You hear the arrow strike, and then the beastman throws his head back and bellows in agony, only to have his howl interrupted as gushes of blood spray from his maw. You feel the hot blood splash upon your skin just before the wolfman's tremendous weight crashes down upon you. Darkness closes around your field of vision, and you go deaf. Before blacking out, you hear your father calling your name in despair. You have only brief moments of consciousness as the hours roll by ... being dragged on a travois ... your mother crying over you ... having your face washed with a damp rag ... being urged to drink. That evening, you awaken in your bed with an intense headache and dreadful thirst. Your mother is quick to bring you water and help you sit up. She kisses you on the cheeks several times and assures you that everything will be fine, despite the fact that her red puffy eyes reveal she has recently been in tears. "Your father told me about that ... thing ... that monster! He has been busy getting ready to take us to Iarnben as soon as you are well enough to walk." Before you can respond, she is off to fetch you a bowl of stew. When she returns, she insists on feeding you like a child. You are still too exhausted to make much protest. After a quick dinner, you drift off to sleep. You awaken some hours later with a massive clawed hand pressed over your mouth, while other, equally strong hands restrain your limbs and lift you from your bed. Bound in leather straps, you are silently passed through your window into the waiting arms of a creature whose kind you have encountered before. Cradled in his powerful furred arms, you feel something red hot, thick, and pointed occasionally bob upwards and strike your backside as your abductors carry you away into the night. Ending: Better Bred than Dead Select this ending at the beginning of the sequel to continue your story.

He emits a menacing growl without even moving to look at you. You instinctively stop struggling, which is immediately followed by his return to silence. You notice the pointed wolf ears atop his head swiveling slightly. [["I'm sorry. Please, let me go."]] [["I'll do anything you want. Please, just let me go."]] "My father will be looking for me. When he finds you, he will skin you alive! [[You'd better let me go.]]"

His ears twitch, indicating he heard you. However, he does not respond. [["I'll do anything you want. Please, just let me go."]] "My father will be looking for me. When he finds you, he will skin you alive! [[You'd better let me go.]]"

His ears swivel as he perks up at your offer. He rolls over and examines you in the dim light of the campfire. In an astonishingly swift motion, he kicks up on his haunches and then rises to his towering height of seven feet. He walks slowly toward you, becoming an enormous shadow as the campfire light strikes his back. Between his legs, you can see a pendulous, canine cock begin flopping out of his sheath. In silhouette, it appears he is pushing the cock downward. He stops a couple feet in front of you and pauses. He lays his fat, heavy meat across your face. His furry sack is pressed against your lips. Your nose is buried in the space between his sheath and balls. His masculine, musky scent is intense, and your head swims in a haze of unexpected arousal. [[Suck that massive canine meat.]] [[Not a chance! |No way! 2]] What kind of girl does he think I am?

In response to your threat, you hear a snort from him that sounds remarkably like human derision. He doesn't move. [["I'll do anything you want. Please, just let me go."]] "Can't you understand me? You really only have one chance. My father is out looking for me right now. [[You'd better let me go - or else!]]"

You leave the corpse of the wolfman alone and gather your gear. Your journey home is a blur. Your mind is completely preoccupied with thoughts of the creature you slew. At some point on your journey back, you retrieve your basket, though you only have the vaguest recollection of doing so. It is dusk when you arrive at your family's home, and your eyes betray that something has happened. [[Tell your story. |(END) Tell your story no proof]] [[Keep your story to yourself. |(END) Keep it to yourself, no proof]]

Pissing The wolfman pushes himself up into a seated position and lets out what sounds remarkably like a human sigh of irritation. In an astonishingly swift motion, he kicks up on his haunches and then rises to his towering height of seven feet. He walks slowly toward you, becoming an enormous shadow as the campfire light strikes his back. Between his legs, you can see a pendulous, canine cock begin flopping out of his sheath. In silhouette, it appears he is pushing the cock downward. He stops a couple feet in front of you and pauses. A hot stream of wolf piss strikes you directly on the lips. Your involuntary gasp at the unreal sensation causes the beast's stream to splash into your gaping mouth before you begin sputtering to expel it. Some of the pungent liquid runs down your throat. Some of it splashes into your nostrils, overpowering your sense of smell with an odor like human piss but with an intense, musky accompaniment. You thrash your head left and right, trying to avoid the direct stream. He simply adjusts his aim. As some of it enters your ears and clogs them briefly, you try raising your chin. He just lifts his cock a bit to increase the arc of his stream. Finally, you hang your head, and the stream soaks your hair and then courses down your face and the back of your neck. You feel it dripping off your nipples and running down the crack of your exposed ass. As the stream starts to dissipate, your mind feels oddly cloudy. Blood has rushed to your vulva, making your privates feel tingly and warm. However, you are still in control of your senses. How do you feel? Aroused. I've never felt so dominated, and I want more. [[You open your mouth to catch the last of his stream.]] Outraged. [["You stupid dog! You're disgusting!"]] Humiliated. [[You burst into tears.]]

It seems you have discovered something new about yourself today. The wolfman's hot piss stream starts to pool and bubble in your mouth while you gape your lips open to accept it like a particularly perverted baby bird. You feel slightly disappointed as your mouth runs over and his stream finally ceases. He shakes his hefty meat to give you the last few drops. [[Gulp]] [[Fountain]]

While you shriek impotently at him, he finishes draining his bladder upon you and gives his gigantic meat a couple good shakes to be sure you get the last drops. After waiting a moment to admire his handiwork, he scoops you up and then dumps you unceremoniously on the side of the fire opposite him. He pulls the remains of your gear over to himself, picks up a large scrap of your shredded clothing, and tosses it at you. It lands atop your head and then slides down to the ground. In your bound condition, you cannot use it to clean yourself up, which he undoubtedly knows. This display of contempt only makes you more angry. He then rests his head atop your gear as if it were a makeshift pillow, clothes on top, weapons on the bottom. He obviously does not want you to have access to them. Just as obviously, however, he doesn't have any concern that you can escape, since he hasn't tied you to a tree. You scoot closer to the fire, partly to dry off and partly to keep warm, which is a vital concern considering your nudity. After mulling over your situation for awhile, you decide on a course of action. You wait for about an hour or so in silence. The wolfman's breathing calms, and his body starts to relax. You cannot be completely sure he is asleep, but it certainly appears so. You turn over as quietly as you can. If he is awake, perhaps he will just think you are restless. He does not respond. You make a full revolution away. Again, no response. In a painfully slow effort, you manage to increase your distance to the campfire, hoping the crackling of the flames will mask your noises somewhat. Once you are as far away as you can manage without disturbing vegetation that could give you away, you begin methodically working against the bonds on your wrists. You battle against a growing sense of futility until you manage to convince yourself of some progress. Your heart beats faster in excitement, and you try to calm down, afraid it will somehow alert your captor if you don't. After agonizing minutes, you feel confident enough to work your hands free. Once liberated, they make short work of the bonds on your ankles. You're free, but now what? You can't go stumbling naked into the night. Your only choice is to fight back. Near the cliff's edge, you find a heavy, loose stone. You lift it and begin creeping back to camp. Again, your heart is racing as you approach the monster's sleeping form. Your body trembles involuntarily from the weight of the stone and the fear that the wolfman will awaken. Finally, you get into position to strike. [[Use all your strength and try to kill him. |(END) Use all your strength and try to kill him.]] [[Maybe just try to knock him out instead. |(END) Maybe just try to knock him out instead.]]

You begin sobbing. He diverts the stream slightly to your right, emptying the rest on the ground near you. You catch a bit of the spray, but at least you are out of the direct line of fire. He grabs you by the bonds around your wrists and drags you over to the side of the campfire opposite him. He pulls the remains of your gear over to himself, picks up a large scrap of your shredded clothing, and tosses it at you. It lands atop your head and then slides down to the ground. In your bound condition, you cannot use it to clean yourself up, which he undoubtedly knows. This display of contempt only leads you to more tears. He then rests his head atop your gear as if it were a makeshift pillow, clothes on top, weapons on the bottom. He obviously does not want you to have access to them. Just as obviously, however, he doesn't have any concern that you can escape, since he hasn't tied you to a tree. You scoot closer to the fire, partly to dry off and partly to keep warm, which is a vital concern considering your nudity. After mulling over your situation for awhile, you decide on a course of action. [[Start singing. Music soothes the savage beast, right? |Start singing. Music soothes]] Wait for him to go to sleep, then [[gently roll away from camp]] until you can get far enough away to struggle against your bonds.

You have very little experience singing. Your father would sometimes tell rhyming limericks in a singy voice, and your mother would occasionally half sing and half hum disjointed songs from her childhood. You try to cobble something together as best you can. In the druid's fair glade, where tall pines cast shade, there once was a fairy called Whispery Wee. So dainty was she, fair Whispery Wee, that her shout was no more than a squeak. One day the lad Finn, ne'er a hair on his chin, stomped o'er the glade in a rush. Although she did shriek, her voice was too weak, and her mushroom cap house he did crush. To Finn she flew near, stuck her head in his ear, and said fool boy, have I a question for thee. Did you not notice, did you not see? I did not ... want you .. to .. wee on me ... No, that isn't right ... Was the fairy's name even Wee? Your mind still seems distracted. The wolfman sits up and begins fumbling through your gear. After finding what he was looking for, he approaches and squats beside you. The weak light of the campfire creates a sparkling reflection in his large, deep blue, all too human eyes. He reaches his hands gently onto both sides of your face and then ties a gag around your mouth before going back to bed. You spend a freezing cold night completely naked, frequently shifting your position while trying to stay warm by the dwindling fire. You can only take short naps before waking up shivering again. As dawn approaches, you are strangely alert. The wolfman has grown used to your fidgeting and has turned his back on you, leaving your gear exposed. You start trying to free yourself from your bonds and are quickly rewarded for your efforts. Once your hands are free, you make short work of the bonds on your legs, then remove your gag. You can probably grab something without rousing him. [[Take your knife and put it into his throat.|(END) Take your knife and put it into his throat.]] [[Take the remains of your vest and boots and sneak away. |(END) remains of your outfit]]

You wait for about an hour or so in silence. The wolfman's breathing calms, and his body starts to relax. You cannot be completely sure he is asleep, but it certainly appears so. You turn over as quietly as you can. If he is awake, perhaps he will just think you are restless. He does not respond. You make a full revolution away. Again, no response. In a painfully slow effort, you manage to increase your distance to the campfire, hoping the crackling of the flames will mask your noises somewhat. Once you are as far away as you can manage without disturbing vegetation that could give you away, you begin methodically working against the bonds on your wrists. You battle against a growing sense of futility until you manage to convince yourself of some progress. Your heart beats faster in the excitement, and you try to calm down, afraid it will somehow alert your captor if you don't. After agonizing minutes, you feel confident enough to work your hands free. Once liberated, they make short work of the bonds on your ankles. You're free, but now what? You can't go stumbling naked into the night. Your only choice is to fight back. Near the cliff's edge, you find a heavy, loose stone. You lift it and begin creeping back to camp. Again, your heart is racing as you approach the monster's sleeping form. Your body trembles involuntarily from the weight of the stone and the fear that the wolfman will awaken. Finally, you get into position to strike. [[Use all your strength and try to kill him. |(END) Use all your strength and try to kill him.]] [[Maybe just try to knock him out instead. |(END) Maybe just try to knock him out instead.]] [[You've changed your mind.]] This is too risky. Put the rock back and return to the campfire.

The stone crashes into the wolfman's skull, which emits a crack. Simultaneously, he lets out a curious sound, part way between a yelp and a groan. His enormous limbs begin twitching. Seeing that he is not dead sends a surge of panic shooting through you. With surprising ease, you lift the stone again and deliver a second devastating blow. He rolls off of your gear and lies face down next to the fire, unmoving. You drop to your knees and begin rummaging through your gear. Once you have hold of your knife, you bury it in the base of the wolfman's skull. A brief gurgling is followed by a stream of blood pouring from his gaping maw. The blood forms a black pool on the ground around his head. You are exhausted. You draw deep, stinging gasps, trying to catch your breath. Tremulous fingers begin sorting through the scraps of your clothing, trying to find something you can wear to warm yourself and restore some dignity. The largest shred is what the wolfman himself wrapped around his torso. You reclaim it and fashion a skirt and a covering that can support your breasts. Your boots are intact, so you put them back on. Once clothed as much as possible in the pitiful rags of your former outfit, you sit beside the fire in a daze. You are resolved to go home once the sun rises. Otherwise, your mind is blank. Shortly before sunrise, you slump over and drift off. You are awoken by the sound of your father gently calling your name. When your eyes meet, you fly into each other's arms. He squeezes you tightly against his chest. "I thought I lost you!" he gasps, choking back his emotions. He takes off his cloak and drapes it around you, leading you away from the monstrous carcass of the wolfman. "Can you travel?" You nod reassuringly that you can. He picks up your gear, and together you start the journey home. Your father keeps a steady pace, indicating he is uncertain about your ability to keep up. He offers encouragement, but there is always an undercurrent of urgency in his voice. When you arrive at your cabin, your mother rushes out to greet you. When she sees your ravaged state, her eyes well up with tears. She wraps her arms around you and sobs, "Gods, what happened, child?!" Your father interjects, "Help her get washed up. We need to leave here as soon as we can." Your mother starts to question, but quickly changes her mind and leads you to the shed where your family bathes in cold weather. She heats some well water and begins filling the bathing tub while you remove your rags. You decline her offer to help you bathe, saying you are able to do so on your own. She brings you a change of clothes and leaves you be. Once you dress, you head directly to your bed and collapse into it. As your eyes close, you see the corpse of the wolfman. "Your father told me about that ... thing ... that monster! He has been busy getting ready to take us to Iarnben as soon as you are well enough to walk." Your mother is standing at the door to your room, holding a bowl of stew. Before you can respond, she sits beside you and insists on feeding you like a child. You are still too exhausted to make much protest. After a quick dinner, you drift off to sleep. You awaken some hours later with a massive clawed hand pressed over your mouth, while other, equally strong hands restrain your limbs and lift you from your bed. Bound in leather straps, you are silently passed through your window into the waiting arms of a creature whose kind you have encountered before. Cradled in his powerful furred arms, you feel something red hot, thick, and pointed occasionally bob upwards and strike your backside as your abductors carry you away into the night. Ending: Wicked Piss Select this ending at the beginning of the sequel to continue your story.

The stone crashes into the wolfman's skull with a dull thud. He jolts forward, attempting to raise himself, and lets out a strange sound like a cross between a yelp and a groan. Seeing that he is not incapacitated sends a surge of panic shooting through you. With surprising ease, you lift the stone again and deliver a second, much harder blow. There is a crack this time, and a spray of blood mists across your face. He emits a rumbling groan and lurches to his side, lashing out and catching you upside the head with his fist, dazing you. As your head reels, you witness him collapsing into the fire. His bandage ignites along with the fur on his titanic left arm. He hollers pitifully and waves his arm above his head frantically while still trying to stand. He swoons as if drunk and falls rear first into the campfire. You watch his enormous nut sack snuff out the flames right before he bellows in agony and twists away, trying to roll out of the fire. His tail is now alight, and his nethers are smoking. The fire briefly surges back to life around his buttocks as he retreats. The smell of burning hair and flesh assaults your nostrils, and your body is paralyzed watching the unbelievable spectacle unfold. He is not really that flammable, but his absurd flailing, perhaps a result of his concussed state, keeps him alight much longer than if he had just patted himself gently a few times. Writhing like an inebriated dancer, he careens toward the edge of the cliff and falls backwards off of it, tumbling to his certain demise. Well - one would have thought it was certain - but not for this poor wretch. Still dizzy, you stagger to the edge to catch the last moments of the beast's life, illuminated by the ribbons of flame that are systematically consuming every ounce of fur on his body. He lands backward with his arms splayed behind him. They catch the entirety of his weight and are yanked forward from their sockets. He rolls into a ball as he lands, his legs coming up over his head, and then he raises himself upright like an acrobat coming out of a tuck. He rotates from side to side, his dislocated arms flopping around him, then charges head first into the woods with no apparent sense to his forward momentum. His mad scramble finally stops when he cracks the top of his skull into the trunk of an oak and then drops in front of it with the force of a collapsing house. The flames are almost instantly extinguished, returning the woods around him to total darkness. Suddenly, you are overcome with the feeling that you are going to pass out. You have just enough time to back away from the ledge, preventing you from joining him below. You have only brief moments of consciousness as the hours roll by ... your father calling your name in despair ... being dragged on a travois ... your mother crying over you ... having your face washed with a damp rag ... being urged to drink. That evening, you awaken in your bed with an intense headache and a dreadful thirst. Your mother is quick to bring you water and help you sit up. She kisses you on the cheeks several times and assures you that everything will be fine, despite the fact that her red puffy eyes reveal she has recently been in tears. "Your father told me about that ... thing ... that monster! He has been busy getting ready to take us to Iarnben as soon as you are well enough to walk." Your mother is standing at the door to your room, holding a bowl of stew. Before you can respond, she sits beside you and insists on feeding you like a child. You are still too exhausted to make much protest. After a quick dinner, you drift off to sleep. You awaken some hours later with a massive clawed hand pressed over your mouth, while other, equally strong hands restrain your limbs and lift you from your bed. Bound in leather straps, you are silently passed through your window into the waiting arms of a creature whose kind you have encountered before. Cradled in his powerful furred arms, you feel something red hot, thick, and pointed occasionally bob upwards and strike your backside as your abductors carry you away into the night. Ending: Wicked Piss Select this ending at the beginning of the sequel to continue your story.

Your mouth is so full that it takes several gulps to empty his pee into your belly. The experience sends a shiver of pleasure and excitement up and down your spine. Your nethers tingle. Once you are done, he lays his fat, heavy cock across your face. His furry sack is pressed against your lips, and your nose is buried in the space between his sheath and balls. His masculine, musky scent is intense, and your head swims in a haze of arousal. [[Suck that massive canine meat.]] Hey ... drinking his piss is one thing, but dick sucking? [[No way!]]

You pucker your lips and piss the wolfman's urine back out of your mouth in a warm arc. He steps aside, illuminating you with the light of the campfire he was previously eclipsing. The golden stream sparkles as you savor the musky flavor of his pee. Once you are done, he lays his fat, heavy cock across your face. His furry sack is pressed against your lips, and your nose is buried in the space between his sheath and balls. His masculine, musky scent is intense, and your head swims in a haze of arousal. [[Suck that massive canine meat.]] Hey ... drinking his piss is one thing, but dick sucking? [[No way!]]

Blowjob You dart your tongue up across the bottom of his shaft to let him know you are interested. He tenses his abdominal muscles. His fuck pole rises and then slaps down heavily against your face. At its broadest point, it is as thick around as your upper arm, but it tapers significantly near the tip. It is completely animalistic. A ridge runs down the underside, carrying his pre down his shaft. You move your mouth to the tip of the pulsing rod and lick up a slight taste of his precum. It is vaguely salty and not at all objectionable. Blood is pumping to your groin and your clit is becoming rock hard. You begin suckling the top of his cock while occasionally darting your tongue into his deep pee hole. His cock surges forward to its full 14-inch length, followed by a knot as large around as your knee. It would destroy a human pussy. You alternate between sucking the pointed head of his cock and dragging your tongue up and down his curved shaft. Occasionally, you gobble at the base, rubbing your face in the scented paradise between his sheath and balls. He is whimpering with pleasure and cannot stand it any longer. He turns you around into a kneeling position while aiming his monstrous phallus at your backside. [[Stop! I'm not losing my virginity to a wolf monster!|(END) Stop! I'm not losing my virginity to a wolf monster!]] [[Gods yes, take me!]]

He grabs you by the bonds around your wrists and lifts you upright, then lays you on his shoulder and carries you to the campfire. He sets you down on his left and pulls the remains of your gear over to his right. He draws out a large scrap of clothing and then begins patting you dry. It's not very effective, but it does clean you up a bit. If you get close to the fire, you will start to dry soon, though the delightful smell of wolf piss is likely to linger for weeks. Afterwards, he rests his head atop your gear as if it were a makeshift pillow, clothes on top, weapons on the bottom. He obviously does not want you to have access to them. Just as obviously, however, he doesn't have any concern that you can escape, since he hasn't tied you to a tree. You scoot closer to the fire, partly to dry off and partly to keep warm, which is a vital concern considering your nudity. After mulling over your situation for awhile, you decide on a course of action. [[Start singing. Music soothes the savage beast, right? |Start singing. Music soothes]] Wait for him to go to sleep, then [[gently roll away from camp]] until you can get far enough away to struggle against your bonds.

Pissing What kind of girl does he think you are? A cocktease, probably. You did say you'd do anything before you changed your tune. In response to your reneging, a hot stream of wolf piss strikes you directly on the lips. Your involuntary gasp at the unreal sensation causes the beast's stream to splash into your gaping mouth before you begin sputtering to expel it. Some of the pungent liquid runs down your throat. Some of it splashes into your nostrils, overpowering your sense of smell with an odor like human piss but with an intense, musky accompaniment. You thrash your head left and right, trying to avoid the direct stream. He simply adjusts his aim. As some of it enters your ears and clogs them briefly, you try raising your chin. He just lifts his cock a bit to increase the arc of his stream. Finally, you hang your head, and the stream soaks your hair and then courses down your face and the back of your neck. You feel it dripping off your nipples and running down the crack of your exposed ass. As the stream starts to dissipate, your mind feels oddly cloudy. Blood has rushed to your vulva, making your privates feel tingly and warm. However, you are still in control of your senses. How do you feel? Aroused. I've never felt so dominated, and I want more. [[You open your mouth to catch the last of his stream.]] Outraged. [["You stupid dog! You're disgusting!"]] Humiliated. [[You burst into tears.]]

He huffs in disappointment and starts growling in a way that sounds remarkably like a human male muttering under his breath. He turns you back around and forcefully shoves his engorged sex back into your mouth while pistoning his fist up and down his meaty shaft. He holds your head tightly with his other hand and moves you back and forth, fucking your face until your eyes water from how agape his dick spreads your mouth. It takes all your concentration to keep breathing through your nose with just the right timing to prevent inhaling while your throat is obstructed. Despite this, your pussy is trembling with arousal, sending radiations of pleasure up through your abdomen and down your legs. If he would just flick your clit right now, you are sure you would cum. He throws his head back and howls as his orgasm begins. His knees nearly buckle, and his legs struggle to keep him upright. His tip depresses the back of your tongue, creating a spout to pour his seed directly down your throat and into your stomach. Ropes of his salty man goop are pumped into your gullet, giving you the sensation of having warm, bitter milk poured directly down your throat from a great height without you having to swallow. You start to gag, but your throat muscles can't expel the invader. Instead, they begin massaging him in rhythm with his pulses while his thick semen starts to back up from your stomach and pour into your mouth. You are unable to breathe. Your orgasm strikes, and your pelvis begins convulsing as waves of bliss ripple out through your bound limbs. Your eyes feel as if they are popping from your head. Your cheeks begin to puff out, and then the cum backs up into your nasal passages. The last thing you remember before losing consciousness are pulsing jets of cum spraying from your nostrils in time with his ejaculation. The last feeling you remember is a giddy euphoria that leaves your brain thinking this was the best possible way you could die. You awaken vomiting an impossible volume of cum. Bizarrely, you feel total bliss while doing so. Your bonds are gone. Your ears are partially deafened, and your eyes cannot focus. All you can taste and smell is delicious, musky cum. Afterwards, you collapse into the pool of seed around you and writhe around in it for what seems like only minutes but must have been hours. It is dawn. The wolfman lifts you onto his back and carries you off deeper into the hills. Ending: Thank you, cum again! Select this ending at the beginning of the sequel to continue your story.

Doggystyle, cunnilingus, vaginal This is what you have been waiting for. You lower your head to the ground and raise your ass higher. Surely this is a universal sign he can understand. His sharp claws make quick work of the bonds around your ankles. He is panting with excitement as he buries his nose between your ass and pussy and then begins eagerly lapping from clit to anus with his broad canine tongue. You start trembling at the knees, and a quivering sensation spreads up from your cunny and into your abdomen. Occasionally, his tongue penetrates deep into your vagina, sending a shock of pleasure to your very core. You are sopping wet with his saliva and your own juices by the time he hunches over you, resting his rippling stomach upon your back and lining up his massive wolf cock with your sex. The penetration causes flashes in your eyes. The night sparkles with stars but grows no brighter. You yelp and cry out in pain as your hymen is torn and the beastman's inhuman cock impales you. He grunts and flexes above you, then brings his mouth beside your head and starts licking your neck and left ear, tickling you while he withdraws and then plunges back into your newly opened pussy. The second penetration is almost as painful but twice as thrilling. This great, muscled beast is claiming you as his mate. You are being bred by the living embodiment of masculine virility. You groan at the third thrust and marvel at how full you feel. He is reaching into your guts with his monstrous prick, defiling his human bitch. He establishes a rhythm, and you begin to melt around his manhood. You could almost cry with how good this makes you feel. For the first time, you push back to meet his thrust, and his colossal furry sack swings up and brushes between your legs. He must not even be fully inside you, but it feels as if he is wearing you on his pole. You shudder at your first climax and scream in ecstasy for him to break you. He isn't near finished. He literally plows ahead, working your exhausted body up to another climax. You can feel him tensing all over, building you both up to simultaneous orgasms. [["Pull out!" you cry.|(END) Pull out cliff captive]] [["Cum in me!" you cry.|(END) cum cliff captive]]

Blowjob, drugged "Pull out!" you cry. Over the years, you have heard your mother gasp it while she and your father made love. She only recently told you about sex. When a man puts his seed in you, it may make a baby. If you don't want a baby, he needs to spill his seed outside of you. "Pull out!" you cry again. His response is to wrap his hand around the half of his cock that he could never fit inside of you without splitting you open, and then yanking the rest of his organ from your twat with a noisy plop. Pumping his meat, he brings it up to your waiting lips, and you begin lapping at the tip to encourage him to cum. You don't have to wait long. Titanic torrents of his seed begin gushing from his canine prick and striking your face. Some squirts into your mouth, and you get your first taste of the salty man goop. Soon, stray blasts coat your hair and your tits, and you are utterly plastered in his semen. The overpowering odor of his seed has a bizarre, unexpected effect on you. Your head swims. Your eyes become foggy. You develop an irresistible urge to lap the slime he glazed you with. You suckle the wolfman's inhuman cock, extracting the last drops he can offer before he gently pushes you away. You feel euphoric and start writhing in bliss. It is unclear how long this goes on before he takes you to the fire and places you on your side to go to sleep. You awake in the morning to the wolfman lifting you onto his broad shoulders. One of his enormous hands is wrapped around your ankles. Your hands remain bound. You cannot resist as he carries you off into the hills. Ending: Bred Pudding Select this ending at the beginning of the sequel to continue your story.

Impregnation "Cum in me!" you cry. When your mother told you about sex, she said that a man puts his seed in you to make a baby. If you don't want a baby, he needs to spill his seed outside of you. You found the idea intensely arousing - a secret of life finally revealed. "Cum in me!" you cry again. Whether or not you really want his child, at the moment, you want his seed. The idea of him cumming in you is overwhelmingly arousing. His response is to squeeze your hips more forcefully and lurch his body up. He strikes you at your deepest point, sending a jolt of pleasure-pain through you. You are being flooded with his semen. Warm, wet jets are flowing into you one after another. You adore the sensation, which creates a cascade of bliss as your orgasm washes over you. Your limbs spasm, and you groan in ecstasy. There is too much cum for your tight little cunny to contain. It sprays out in noisy spurts from the tightly stretched ring your vagina makes around his enormous canine cock. He remains on top of you, panting heavily. He moves his mouth over yours, and you part your lips to let him in. His wide tongue eagerly and lovingly explores your mouth. You begin grinding against his rippling torso, reveling in the feel of his velvety fur. You would happily stay locked together like this forever. After several minutes of intense tonguing, he slides out of you with a wet plop, and gushes of semen spurt loudly from your abused twat and pool on the forest floor. He carries you to the fire and places you down gently in a reclined position, then joins you. His enormous arms wrap around your waist and pull you close. He attempts to envelop you, giving you the sensation of having a warm, furry blanket wrap around your whole body all at once. Your rear end rests on top of his closed sheath, and his knees push up the back of your legs into a fetal position. His warmth and softness are heavenly, his scent alluring, and his body a perfect bed. You drift off to sleep. You awake in the morning to the wolfman lifting you onto his broad shoulders. One of his enormous hands is wrapped around your ankles. Your hands remain bound. You cannot resist as he carries you off into the hills. Ending: Daily Bred Select this ending at the beginning of the sequel to continue your story.

Clutching your hunting knife with both hands, you bring it down with tremendous force upon his throat, slicing open an enormous gash. His yelp is cut short by a torrent of blood rising into his mouth. You draw back to avoid being hit as he lurches forward, stunned. One giant hand grasps his wound while the other tries to steady himself on the ground. His black, claw-like nails drag through the dirt as the agony of his death is upon him. He hunches forward, pouring blood into a black pool on the forest floor. Unable to remain upright, he collapses forward onto his stomach and dies in silence. It takes several minutes for you to overcome the paralysis caused by witnessing the wolfman's demise. Finally, you begin recovering what is left of your gear and fashioning it into a workable, though revealing, outfit that will help your journey home. At dawn, you extinguish the fire and start your trek back. After a few hours, you spot your father rushing toward you, his face a bizarre mixture of anguish and relief. As he enfolds you in his arms, his voice trembles with emotion, "I thought I lost you." "The thing you were hunting, is it dead? What happened to you?" His voice conveys deep concern. You tell your father that you were the captive of the wolfman but that you are alright, while the beast, on the other hand, is now a corpse. "I am proud of you!" he says. "But now we must get home quickly. I thought such creatures died out long ago. But where there is one ..." Your father takes your gear so as to lighten your load. He gives you his cloak to cover your tattered rags. As you follow him home, he keeps a steady but relentless pace. You are exhausted by the time you reach your family's cabin. Having heard your approach, your mother comes out and embraces you, planting a kiss on your cheek and stroking your hair. Almost comically, your father rushes right past her and into your house. Before you can begin to answer the questions she is showering upon you, he emerges again carrying sacks of supplies. Your mother turns her questions upon him, and he responds in a deep, clipped command. "We must leave tomorrow morning at first light. Gather only what you need to reach Iarnben. There is something terrible in the wilds. We are no longer safe here." While you and your mother prepare to travel, your father starts moving valuable supplies into his stash spots in the woods. He declines help and pleads with you both to stay indoors. The rest of the day, you don't see much of him. The evening is tense. He urges you both to eat heartily and says he is going to do some scouting but will return before midnight. He suggests you get to bed early, and then he steps out into the fading light of the sunset. That night, a few hours into a dreamless sleep, you awaken with a massive clawed hand pressed over your mouth, while other, equally strong hands restrain your limbs and lift you from your bed. Bound in leather straps, you are silently passed through your window into the waiting arms of a creature whose kind you have encountered before. Cradled in his powerful furred arms, you feel something red hot, thick, and pointed occasionally bob upwards and strike your backside as your abductors carry you away into the night. Ending: Wicked Piss Select this ending at the beginning of the sequel to continue your story.

You tell your father that you were the wolfman's captive but that you managed to sneak away. "I am proud of you!" he says. "But now we must get home quickly. Your mother is very worried." Your father gives you his cloak to cover your tattered rags. As you follow him home, he keeps a steady but relentless pace. You are exhausted by the time you reach your family's cabin. Having heard your approach, your mother comes out and embraces you. Almost comically, your father rushes right past her and into your house. Before you can begin to answer the questions she is showering upon you, he emerges again carrying sacks of supplies. Your mother turns her questions upon him, and he responds in a deep, clipped command. "We must leave tomorrow morning at first light. Gather only what you need to reach Iarnben. There is something terrible in the wilds. We are no longer safe here." While you and your mother prepare to travel, your father starts moving valuable supplies into his stash spots in the woods. He declines help and pleads with you both to stay indoors. The rest of the day, you don't see much of him. The evening is tense. He urges you both to eat heartily and says he is going to do some scouting but will return before midnight. He suggests you get to bed early, and then he steps out into the fading light of the sunset. That night, a few hours into a dreamless sleep, you awaken with a massive clawed hand pressed over your mouth, while other, equally strong hands restrain your limbs and lift you from your bed. Bound in leather straps, you are silently passed through your window into the waiting arms of a creature whose kind you have encountered before. Cradled in his powerful furred arms, you feel something red hot, thick, and pointed occasionally bob upwards and strike your backside as your abductors carry you away into the night. Ending: Pissed Away Select this ending at the beginning of the sequel to continue your story.

You are indecisive. All that is left is to wait by the campfire. You spend a freezing cold night completely naked, frequently shifting your position while trying to stay warm by the dwindling fire. You can only take short naps before waking up shivering again. As dawn approaches, you are strangely alert. The wolfman is oblivious to the fact that you are free. He has grown used to your fidgeting and has turned his back on you, leaving your gear exposed. You can probably grab one thing without rousing him. [[Take your knife and put it into his throat.|(END) Take your knife and put it into his throat.]] [[Take the remains of your vest and boots and sneak away. |(END) remains of your outfit]]

You decide your mission is to nurse the wolfman back to health. Perhaps then, he will ... show you his gratitude. You remove your vest and roll it up, then place it behind his head to give him a cushion. You take out your remaining provision, a lump of dried venison, and hold it out for him. His clay-red nose twitches amusingly over the offering, and then his wide tongue scoops at the bowl created by your hands and draws the morsels into his mouth. He chews it happily, and you can imagine that his tail would be wagging were it not pinned behind him. You sit beside him, listening to his slow breathing and feeling warmed by your proximity to him. You pass the time scrutinizing his body and memorizing its every curious detail. Just before dusk, you light a fire and leave a small stack of foraged wood to fuel it. You hand him your canteen and then begin stroking the shaggy fur on top of his head. "I have to go home now, or my parents will miss me. I will be back tomorrow at dawn. I promise. I'll bring you food, medicine, and water." His eyes look forlorn. "Do you understand?" you ask. His enormous, powerful hand rests atop yours, and he presses his head forward to meet your strokes. "Drink. Sleep. I will be back." You feel a gnawing pain of guilt in your chest as you turn away from him. You gather your gear and set out double-quickly. At some point on your way home, you managed to grab your basket, though you have only the vaguest recollection of doing so. It is well after dark when you reach your family's cabin. Your mother looks you over warily. "Your father was just about to go off to find you. Where's your vest?" Daddy says nothing as you hand him the basket. [[Lie.|Dirty vest]] It's dirty. I left it out so I could clean it tomorrow. [[Truth.|Wounded]] Tell your story.

Your mother loses interest when you mention laundry. She hands you a bowl of rabbit stew. You sit beside your father at the dinner table while he peruses the contents of your basket. "A good haul. Thank you." He pats your back tenderly. Your mother calls to you over her shoulder. "We're going out to gather more tomorrow. Why don't you stay home and wash up the clothes." It's not a suggestion but a soft command. Your mind races at the thought of them finding the wolfman. That night, you can barely sleep. It is an act of will to even nap briefly. You remain partly dressed in your hunting outfit. You must get up before your parents and get back to the wolfman's campsite. You'll have to help him get away or hide. You are startled by the sweet chirping of a bird at predawn. After quietly gathering your gear, you enter the larder and take a slab of dried meat and two waterskins.You dip a clean rag into a jar of salve your mother keeps for treating wounds, collecting a substantial glob of the stuff. Finally, you take a long stretch of hide to serve as a bandage and a small pouch with a needle and suturing thread. You must fight against a panicky feeling that the wolfman might have died at night without you there. Leaving just as the sky starts to turn dark blue and the stars go out, you swiftly jog along the familiar forest trail. The wolfman had been heading toward the hills but did not make it. Even with your swift pace, it will take a few hours to reach him. The feeling of making progress toward the camp alleviates some of your tension. When you approach the camp, you have a sinking feeling, caused by not seeing any smoke from the fire. The wolfman is there, lying on his good side with your vest rolled up under his head. He does not move at your approach, and the possibility of the worst crosses your mind. In a timid voice, you call, "I'm here. I returned." His radiant, sky-blue eyes flicker open and lock with yours. An almost dopey grin crosses his face as he starts to sit up stiffly but eagerly. He raises an arm as if beckoning you into an embrace. [[Hug him.]] [[Hand him some food and water.]]

Your parents listen with growing alarm as you describe your encounter with the wolfman. When you reach the part detailing how you patched him back up, your mother brays in disbelief, "Are you mad, child?" Your father rests his hand atop hers and addresses you, "And he let you go untouched?" Untouched ... a curious choice of words there, daddy. "Yes," you reply. He finishes, "Where there is one, there are likely more. I don't know that one of them that was not half dead would have done the same. We can waste no more time - start getting ready to leave. We will set out at dawn for Iarnben." [[Comply. |(END) Comply.]] [[Pretend to comply.]]

You open your arms slightly and walk towards him, unsure if it is an embrace he truly wants. He scoops you towards his well-muscled chest and squeezes you tightly. Your hands return the hug by wrapping around his furry neck. His familiar, intoxicating, musky scent lights up your body with pleasure. It is unreal. How can he be so affectionate to you, given how you grievously wounded him just the day before? Had the whole thing been a misunderstanding? As much as you enjoy the moment, you realize he feels cold, which is concerning. You release the embrace and hand him the meat and water you appropriated. Your parents will surely notice them missing ... but that's a problem for later. While he eats heartily, you quickly set to work. You rekindle the fire and heat some water. Then you tend to his wound. It is surprisingly well stuck together, but you worry it could reopen if he moved any distance. You scrape away the hair around the raw flesh and clean it thoroughly. You show him the needle and suturing thread. He nods affirmatively, showing he somehow knows what you intend. You carefully sew up his wound, then apply the salve. Finally, you wrap the leather binding tightly around his waist, leaving the salve rag as a cushion over the wound. When you are done, he begins caressing your arm, the palm of his massive hand overlapping your chest and applying gentle pressure to your breast. Your prolonged proximity to him has left you in a permanently heightened state of arousal. Your eye catches the crimson, pointed tip of his canine sex jutting out of his thick, furred sheath. He is starting to pant. [[Nurse his fat wolf cock.]] [[No time for that; we have to flee!|Flee bewildered parents]]

You shove provisions into his outstretched hand. He takes them awkwardly, indicating his desire was to hug you. While he eats heartily, you quickly set to work. You rekindle the fire and heat some water. Then you tend to his wound. It is surprisingly well stuck together, but you worry it could reopen if he moved any distance. You scrape away the hair around the raw flesh and clean it thoroughly. You show him the needle and suturing thread. He nods affirmatively, showing he somehow knows what you intend. You carefully sew up his wound, then apply the salve. Finally, you wrap the leather binding tightly around his waist, leaving the salve rag as a cushion over the wound. When you are done, he begins caressing your arm, the palm of his massive hand overlapping your chest and applying gentle pressure to your breast. Your prolonged proximity to him has left you in a permanently heightened state of arousal. Your eye catches the crimson, pointed tip of his canine sex jutting out of his thick, furred sheath. He is starting to pant. [[Nurse his fat wolf cock.]] [[No time for that; we have to flee!|Flee bewildered parents]]

Blowjob Seeing you ogle his phallus, the wolfman clenches his abdominal muscles, causing several more inches to sprout. You are startled by its rapid emergence. It swells continuously in a pulsing motion. It is blood red, covered in a fine mesh of purple veins. The shape curves up on both sides, with a pointed projection at the tip that starts leaking clear drool from his wide pee hole. It's at least eight inches long now, with more on the way. At its broadest point, it is as thick around as your arm, but it tapers significantly near the tip. A ridge runs down the underside, carrying his precum down his shaft. You move your virgin mouth to the tip of the pulsing rod and lick up a slight taste of his precum. It is vaguely salty and not at all objectionable. The scent from his groin, however, is intoxicating. The musky, spicy odor is much more concentrated here, and it leaves your head swimming. Blood is pumping to your groin and your clit is becoming rock hard. You begin suckling the top of his cock while wringing your hands around his sheath. Another six inches surge forward, followed by a knot twice as large as a man's fist. It would destroy a human pussy. You begin working the monstrous cock with both hands while passing the head in and out of your mouth. Your tongue repeatedly delves into his pee hole, causing him to clench his thighs and buttocks when you do. You alternate between sucking the pointed head of his cock and dragging your tongue up and down his curved shaft. Occasionally, you gobble at the base, rubbing your face in the scented paradise between his sheath and balls. The wolfman is growling and whimpering simultaneously. His hands claw the earth at his sides. He is letting you play his organ unassisted. He shuts his eyes and rears his head back in ecstasy. He starts pumping his hips toward your face, letting you know he is about to cum. When the first rope of his seed gushes down your throat, you hear a horrified shriek from behind you. Your mother is screaming your name, followed by "Dear Gods, no! No! Why?! Why!" You start to pull back in shock, but the wolfman grabs both your arms simultaneously, pulls you toward him, and buries his rod down your throat. You reflexively begin gagging around the intruder as it rams down your esophagus and begins dumping its contents straight into your stomach. The gagging only acts to milk the canine fuck pole. You are unable to breathe. Your eyes are bulging out of your head. The wolfman is yowling, and your parents are shrieking incoherently. The world goes black. [[It was worth it. |(END) Deep throat]] [[That could have gone better.|(END) Deep throat]]

You brush your hand around the side of his head affectionately. "We have to go. My parents will come looking for me. You need to get away." His dazzling blue eyes search your face while he ponders what you've told him. He moves into a kneeling position and then hauls himself upright using his knee as a support. He is still stiff, but he is much stronger than when you left him yesterday. He raises his massive clawed hand and points toward the hills. You gather your supplies and begin closely following beside him. Just minutes after leaving, he swivels an ear and then cocks his head back toward the camp. He gives you a worried look and gestures behind you. You whisper, "Did you hear something? Are they there?" He nods affirmatively. "Go on! I will lead them away." He grabs your hand gently and pulls you forward, beckoning you to go with him. "I can't! If my father sees me with you, I think he will kill you!" You hesitate and add, painfully, "Just like I tried to." He caresses your arm, then nudges his nose against your ear and then down your neck. He inhales deeply, seemingly memorizing your scent. Then he turns away and continues without you. You waste no time heading back in the direction of the campfire. Soon, you and your parents spot one another. They are dressed in their traveling gear. Both are armed. Your mother shakes her head at you disapprovingly. Your father's eyes look regretful and sad. "He ran off when he heard you coming," you say. "And took a week's worth of food with him too, I suppose?" your mother accuses. "What has possessed you? Will you start feeding bears and badgers next?" Your father holds his hand up to discourage further conversation. "This creature is a product of sorcery from ancient times. We are in much greater danger than just an empty belly. We must leave the wilds and head for Iarnben." [[To let the wolfman escape, you have no choice but to comply. |(END) Cover his escape]]

Drugged, Inflation You reawaken with the sensation of being dragged backwards while the wolfman's massive, crimson phallus is yanked from your mouth like a bottle stopper from a pinhole. Your eyes flicker open, and you see your mother with both hands wrapped around the base of the wolfman's cock, falling backwards onto his chest. Looking back, you see your father has grabbed hold of your ankles and is now stumbling backwards onto the ground. Apparently, they were trying to get you unplugged from your lupine lover. You gag, and a cup of semen projectile vomits from your mouth and splashes against your mother's crotch. "Ye Gods!" She screams in horror, wiping the cum from between her legs. In normal circumstances, you would be mortified by what has happened, but you are in a euphoric cloud. You have never felt so good in your life. You feel as if you are stuck mid-orgasm. You belch semen up into your mouth and swallow it down again eagerly. Your hands absentmindedly pat your belly, which feels distended. You open your shirt to find your belly bulging as if in early pregnancy. The wolfman has inflated your stomach with his delicious load. Your mother sobs and starts kicking back at the wolfman, trying to push away and scramble off of him. Her hands are streaked with blood. He doesn't move. You smile stupidly at her, and then reach for the wolfman's cock, which you stuff back into your mouth and begin taking long, hard sucks upon. She starts slapping the dick out of your mouth. "Stop it, fool girl! He's dead! Stop! Stop!" Your father yanks back on your ankles again, dragging you several feet further away from the wolfman. You vomit another cup of semen and collapse. You have only brief moments of consciousness as the hours roll by ... being dragged on a travois ... your mother crying over you ... having buckets of hot water poured over your head ... your mouth being washed out with soap. You awaken that evening with a massive clawed hand pressed over your mouth, while other, equally strong hands restrain your limbs and lift you from your bed. Bound in leather straps, you are silently passed through your window into the waiting arms of a creature whose kind you have encountered before. Cradled in his powerful, furred arms, you feel something red hot, thick, and pointed occasionally bob upwards and strike your backside as your abductors carry you away into the night. Ending: Hungry for the Wolf Select this ending at the beginning of the sequel to continue your story.

While you and your mother prepare to travel, your father starts moving valuable supplies into his stash spots in the woods. He declines help and pleads with you both to stay indoors. At dawn, you leave the only home you have ever known, uncertain if you will ever be able to return. Your trek proceeds at an unusually brisk pace. Your father frequently scouts ahead, leaving you and your mother to catch up. Though you could probably keep up with him, he asks that you stay with your mother and be ready to defend yourselves. As evening approaches, you arrive at Muddybranch River to find it swollen and swiftly moving. Your father returns from his latest scouting and informs you that the rope bridge across is gone, so you must divert your course further downstream until you can find a safer crossing. As evening falls, your father chooses a crossing spot that provokes a worried look from your mother. In the fading light, her eyes show you are sharing the same thought. This spot is more placid but will still require a swim. He must be desperate to cross the river tonight. You cross on your own, carrying your mother's supplies. Although the water is only up to your waist nearer the shores, the middle of the crossing requires you to swim. Your father stays with your mother as they cross together. He does not let go of her. You set up camp and keep a small fire, barely sufficient to dry the wet clothes you must change out of. As you huddle together, shivering by the campfire, you have never seen your parents look so frail. Your father presses you both to eat as much as you can before going to bed. He says he will take the first watch and wake you when it is your turn. You have never been on guard in all the years you have camped with your parents. Your sleep is fitful and freezing, and an uncertain number of hours after having gone to bed, you are awakened by your father calling you and your mother to run. The massive shadow of a wolfman is kicking out the remnants of your tiny campfire. You hear your father struggling in the darkness, then a thud and thrashing as he struggles with an attacker on the ground. The meager moonlight straining through the forest canopy is not sufficient for you to make out where your attackers are, but their peculiar musky smell pervades the area, heavily mixed with a smell like human sweat. You grab for your knife and find an enormous furred hand instead. Another pair of hands seizes your arms and pulls them behind your back while lifting you off the ground. Your mother is calling your name, then your father's. She is terrified and dazed, though apparently unharmed. Leather straps are wound around your wrists and ankles. Then you are cradled in the powerfully muscled, furry arms of a wolfman as he rapidly carries you off from the camp. Soon, he is flanked by two other wolfmen moving at astonishing speed. You feel something red hot, thick, and pointed occasionally bob upwards and strike your backside as your abductors carry you away into the night. Ending: Daddy's Girl Select this ending at the beginning of the sequel to continue your story.

That night, you can barely sleep. It is an act of will to even nap briefly. You remain partly dressed in your hunting outfit. You must get up before your parents and get back to the wolfman's campsite. They will likely try to track you down, so you'll have to help him get away or hide. You are startled by the sweet chirping of a bird at predawn. After quietly gathering your gear, you enter the larder and take a slab of dried meat and two waterskins.You dip a clean rag into a jar of salve your mother keeps for treating wounds, collecting a substantial glob of the stuff. Finally, you take a long stretch of hide to serve as a bandage and a small pouch with a needle and suturing thread. You must fight against a panicky feeling that the wolfman might have died at night without you there. Leaving just as the sky starts to turn dark blue and the stars go out, you swiftly jog along the familiar forest trail. The wolfman had been heading toward the hills but did not make it. Even with your swift pace, it will take a few hours to reach him. The feeling of making progress toward the camp alleviates some of your tension. When you approach the camp, you have a sinking feeling, caused by not seeing any smoke from the fire. The wolfman is there, lying on his good side with your vest rolled up under his head. He does not move at your approach, and the possibility of the worst crosses your mind. In a timid voice, you call, "I'm here. I returned." His radiant, sky-blue eyes flicker open and lock with yours. An almost dopey grin crosses his face as he starts to sit up stiffly but eagerly. He raises an arm as if beckoning you into an embrace. [[Hug him.|hug him pursued]] [[Hand him some food and water.|feed him pursued]]

Before heading to Iarnben, you stop back home and replenish your supplies. Afterwards, your trek proceeds at a strenuous pace. Your father frequently scouts ahead, leaving you and your mother to catch up. Though you could probably keep up with him, he asks that you stay with your mother and be ready to defend yourselves. As evening approaches, you arrive at Muddybranch River to find it swollen and swiftly moving. Your father returns from his latest scouting and informs you that the rope bridge across is gone, so you must divert your course further downstream until you can find a safer crossing. As evening falls, your father chooses a crossing spot that provokes a worried look from your mother. In the fading light, her eyes show you are sharing the same thought. This spot is more placid but will still require a swim. He must be desperate to cross the river tonight. You cross on your own, carrying your mother's supplies. Although the water is only up to your waist nearer the shores, the middle of the crossing requires you to swim. Your father stays with your mother as they cross together. He does not let go of her. You set up camp and keep a small fire, barely sufficient to dry the wet clothes you must change out of. As you huddle together, shivering by the campfire, you have never seen your parents look so frail. Your father presses you both to eat as much as you can before going to bed. He says he will take the first watch and wake you when it is your turn. You have never been on guard in all the years you have camped with your parents. Your sleep is fitful and freezing, and an uncertain number of hours after having gone to bed, you are awakened by your father calling you and your mother to run. The massive shadow of a wolfman is kicking out the remnants of your tiny campfire. You hear your father struggling in the darkness, then a thud and thrashing as he struggles with an attacker on the ground. The meager moonlight straining through the forest canopy is not sufficient for you to make out where your attackers are, but their peculiar musky smell pervades the area, heavily mixed with a smell like human sweat. You grab for your knife and find an enormous furred hand instead. Another pair of hands seizes your arms and pulls them behind your back while lifting you off the ground. Your mother is calling your name, then your father's. She is terrified and dazed, though apparently unharmed. Leather straps are wound around your wrists and ankles. Then you are cradled in the powerfully muscled, furry arms of a wolfman as he rapidly carries you off from the camp. Soon, he is flanked by two other wolfmen moving at astonishing speed. You feel something red hot, thick, and pointed occasionally bob upwards and strike your backside as your abductors carry you away into the night. Ending: Daddy's Girl Select this ending at the beginning of the sequel to continue your story.

The wolfman nimbly shifts back into crouching mode. It is incredible how easily he switches between the behaviors and postures of man and wolf. He pads forward gently on all fours, shyly approaching you. [[Order him to stay back.]] [[Raise your hand invitingly toward him.]]

He winces a bit at your discouragement but advances no further. It occurs to you that he may be willing to obey your commands, especially if you are still holding your bow. You test your hypothesis by instructing him to "Sit down." As he slowly complies, his enormous, furry scrotum is pressed up by the ground, causing his sheath to jut forward. He sniffs the air eagerly, seemingly enticed by your scent. As he does so, he cups his giant testicles and pulls them up and forward into a more comfortable position for sitting. His behavior is such an odd mix of man and animal. He completely lacks self-consciousness about his nudity or adjusting his genitals in front of you. Yet he does so with the nimbleness of a human, benefiting from an opposable thumb. How do you feel about the situation? [[Horny and Dominant.]] I always wanted my own dog to ... play with. [[Aroused but uncertain.]] Let him make the first move. [[This is too weird. Gotta go!]]

The wolfman begins wagging his tail happily in response to your sudden sweetness. He lowers his furry head and then brushes it under your hand. His fur is warm and soft, and it feels delightful. You place your hand on the top of his head and stroke gently towards his back, unsure if this is what he truly desires. After all, you've never met a man or a wolf who wanted you to pet him. Then again, the only man you've ever met is your father. The wolfman leans into your touch and begins adoringly brushing his face against your leg. He seems delighted by your gesture. You become a little more aggressive and give him a scratch around the ears, which flatten out a bit while he eagerly pushes back against your touch. It occurs to you that such a powerful creature probably can't nimbly scratch himself this way. He lifts his chin up a bit, and you move your gentle scratches down below his jaw. His eyes close in pleasure, and he starts to lean further and further back until he can no longer remain crouching but instead falls onto his back in bliss. His arm swats near your ankles as he falls, bringing your hands forward on his chest and torso as you drop to your knees beside him. His chest and torso feel very different than the furry areas you have been petting so far. The fur here is shorter and not fluffy, but velvety soft. You are entranced by the creature's musky scent. It is very much like a wolf, but oddly spicier. There is also a sweaty, masculine smell behind it, which is not unpleasant. His muscles are hard and bulging and are arranged completely as a man's would be. One of your hands begins tracing his pectorals, while the other explores his abdominals. His eyes remain closed, and he emits an occasional soft whine. You are playing this beast like an instrument. His muscular body is setting off sensations of pleasure between your legs and up through your pelvis. You are starting to get off on this a bit. And he appears to be as well, because a red point is emerging from his thick sheath. In just the few seconds it takes you to consider what you should do next, several more inches sprout, revealing more of the wolfman's cock. You are startled by its rapid emergence. It is blood red, covered in a fine mesh of purple veins. The shape curves up on both sides, with a narrow projection at the tip that starts leaking clear drool from his wide pee hole. [[I want to explore it.|far explore]] [[I want to go home now.|far go home]]

Blowjob, cunnilingus You steal a quick glance at this face. One eye is slightly open. He's been watching you ogle is fattening meat. His lips curl back into a devilish smile. Was this puppy routine all a ruse? He tenses his abdominal muscles, and a few more inches of wolf cock pop out of the sheath. It's at least eight inches long now, with more on the way. At its broadest point, it is as thick around as your arm, but it tapers significantly near the tip. A ridge runs down the underside, carrying his pre down his shaft. He raises his hips a bit, and his monster cock points toward you. You move your mouth to the tip of the pulsing rod and lick up a slight taste of his precum. It is vaguely salty and not at all objectionable. The scent from his groin, however, is intoxicating. The musky, spicy odor is much more concentrated here, and it leaves your head swimming. Blood is pumping to your groin and your clit is becoming rock hard. You begin suckling the top of his cock while wringing your hands around his sheath. Another six inches surge forward, followed by a knot as large around as your knee. It would destroy a human pussy. You begin working the cock with both hands while passing the head in and out of your mouth. Your tongue repeatedly delves into his pee hole, causing him to clench his thighs and buttocks when you do. The wolfman lifts your legs up and points your backside directly at his face. He removes your boots carefully, followed by your britches. You cooperate by shimmying them down for him, exposing your flushed sex. His tongue begins eagerly lapping from your pussy lips to your anus, occasionally snaking into your vagina, until you are sopping wet from a combination of his spit and your juices. Your mind is reeling. You are in a state of ecstasy that none of your masturbatory efforts in the past could even vaguely compare to. Your only desire at this moment is to spend your life with his cock in your mouth and his tongue in your pussy. The wolfman, however, has other plans. He lifts you with the ease you might lift a child's doll and stands up. He has turned you around so your virgin slit is aligned with his monstrous manhood. You are about to be fucked for the first time ... Hold my hands over my privates and [[firmly say no.|(END) say no far]] Are you freaking kidding me? Yes! [[Fuck me |(END) Standing fuck far]] you magnificent animal!

Having successfully completed your very first cocktease, you decide you've had enough and it's time to call it a day. Certainly, your engorged new friend will simply turn off his erection and go back to being a silly puppy now, right? That's how male anatomy works, right? You pull back your hands and lay them atop your thighs as you prepare to rise. The wolfman lets out a frustrated grunt that ends in a pitiable whine. He turns his hips from side to side, causing his growing canine pole to swing back and forth hypnotically. You have to admit, [[it does look enticing. |far explore]] Nope. This cocktease is [[going home.|going home far]]

Blowjob, cunnilingus, drugged He changes plans quickly. Dropping to the ground again, he sits you on his chest. He watches your eyes while he moves his face back to your wet cunny. He waits to see if you will grant him oral access again. Your body reacts before your brain, and your hands grant him permission to complete his journey toward your climax. Soon, you are riding his face and grinding your pussy down fiercely upon his fat tongue. You switch indecisively between caressing his furry head, using his broad shoulders for leverage, and cupping your hands tightly behind your head to maximize the currents of pleasure flowing in curling tendrils from your pussy out to your quivering limbs. Suddenly, your pussy seizes around his probing tongue, and your orgasm begins washing over you. Your limbs twitch uncontrollably, causing you to fall face forward and land on the ground above the beast's head. You groan mindlessly as your eyes roll back into your head. While you spasm, the wolfman slowly rolls you around so his face is in your ass and your face is at his crotch. In your ecstasy, you cannot resist returning the favor. You tug his crimson meat toward your mouth with one hand and lift up his heavy ball sack with the other. You greedily draw hard sucks from the head of his fat cock while lapping your tongue around his pointed tip. With one last thrust toward your face, his climax begins. Titanic torrents of his seed begin gushing from his canine prick into your mouth, giving you your first taste of the hot, salty man goop. His seed's overpowering odor and taste have an odd, unexpected effect on you. Your head swims. Your eyes become foggy. You develop an irresistible urge to swallow the slime he is pumping into your mouth. You desperately gulp it down. As the thick, delicious goo passes down your throat, you are overcome with giddiness and sensuous excitement. You grasp the wolfman's dick and begin milking it with both hands, trying to get every last drop of semen from him. You feel desperation as some of his cum escapes your lips and slides down his canine pole. Once his ejaculation ends, you can't help but lick up every ounce that escaped your throat. You roll about in an orgasmic trance, having lost all control. His hands lift you up, and he throws you across his back. You are blissfully oblivious as the wolfman carries you off into the wilderness. Ending: Thank you, cum again. Select this ending at the beginning of the sequel to continue your story.

Standing fuck, vaginal He suspends you in mid-air, amazing you with his strength. Then he carefully inserts his pointed tip into your virginal slit and gently pulls you down onto the spreading curvature of his shaft. As he widens within you, you wince in a bit of pain, and he draws back. He repeats this a few times, preparing you for what is to come, and then sheathes several inches within you while you cry out in pain at the loss of your hymen. With that formality out of the way, you start to melt at the feeling of having his manhood within you. Having delicately stolen your cherry, the wolfman continues his precision assault, moving slower and deeper with his return thrust. He is in full control of your body. Your eyes roll up into your head, and a feral groan parts your lips. He wastes no time inserting his tongue into your waiting mouth, and you exchange deep tongue kisses. Your bliss is total. The rhythm he strikes is ringing you like a bell, causing vibrations of pleasure throughout your whole body. No, this is not how you imagined your first time, but you would be willing to live the rest of your life being fucked all day by this virile beast. As he sinks deeper, you can finally get your feet to his hips, and you plant your heels into his sides and start kicking his toned ass gently toward you, encouraging his forward momentum into your abused twat. In truth, you know he cannot go any further without hurting you, and it must take a lot of self-control for him not to simply break open your womb with the pointed tip of his cock and then rupture your pussy with his knot as you approach a joint climax. Your pussy starts to convulse and begins milking the wolfman's crimson manhood, sending him over the edge. He starts spasming wildly within you. Torrents of thick canine seed feel as if they are shooting directly into your womb. The massive volume of his ejaculate cannot be contained and begins spraying out in noisy spurts from where your overstretched pussy rings his fat crimson wolf cock. You scream incoherently and rake your fingers across his broad, furry back. The wolfman begins lowering you to the ground while remaining partially sheathed within you. Your pussy sends your brain a severe complaint once the tremendous canine phallus dislodges and leaves you gaping. You feel a river of beast cum drain from your depths and run down your crotch, pooling around your anus. You can only lie there splayed and twitching while the wolfman admires his handiwork. Before you can regain control of your motor functions, he throws you over his shoulder and carries you off toward the hills. Ending: Daily Bred Select this ending at the beginning of the sequel to continue your story.

Your parents listen with growing alarm as you describe your encounter with the wolfman. Your mother rushes forward to determine if you are feverish and checks you for a head wound. She clearly thinks you have hallucinated the entire event. Your father is silent, but his eyes express shock, horror, and belief. You gather from his reaction that he is not unfamiliar with what you are describing. Your mother realizes as much and asks him what he knows about this. He delivers his response in a deep, clipped command. "We must leave tomorrow morning at first light. Gather only what you need to reach Iarnben. We are no longer safe here." When your mother protests, he promises to explain along the way. While you and your mother prepare to travel, your father starts moving valuable supplies into his stash spots in the woods. He declines help and pleads with you both to stay indoors. At dawn, you leave the only home you have ever known, uncertain if you will ever be able to return. The next day's trek proceeds at an unusually brisk pace. Your father frequently scouts ahead, leaving you and your mother to catch up. Though you could probably keep up with him, he asks that you stay with your mother and be ready to defend yourselves. As evening approaches, you arrive at Muddybranch River to find it swollen and moving swiftly. Your father returns from his latest scouting and informs you that the rope bridge across is gone, so you must divert your course further downstream until you can find a safer crossing. As evening falls, your father chooses a crossing spot that provokes a worried look from your mother. In the fading light, her eyes show you are sharing the same thought. This spot is more placid but will still require a swim. He must be desperate to cross the river tonight. You cross on your own, carrying your mother's supplies. Although the water was only up to your waist near the shores, the middle of the crossing required you to swim. Your father stays with your mother as they cross together. He does not let go of her. You set up camp and keep a small fire, barely sufficient to dry the wet clothes you must change out of. As you huddle by the campfire, shivering, you recall your father's promise to explain on the journey. However, you have never seen your parents look so frail as in this moment. He would not be able to explain over his chattering teeth, even if he wanted to. He presses you both to eat as much as you can before going to bed. He says he will take the first watch and wake you when it is your turn. You have never been on guard in all the years you have camped with your parents. Your sleep is fitful and freezing, and an uncertain number of hours after having gone to bed, you are awakened by your father calling you and your mother to run. The massive shadow of a wolfman is kicking out the remnants of your tiny campfire. You hear your father struggling in the darkness, then a thud and thrashing as he struggles with an attacker on the ground. The meager moonlight straining through the forest canopy is not sufficient for you to make out where your attackers are, but their peculiar musky scent pervades the area, heavily mixed with a smell like human sweat. You grab for your knife and find an enormous furred hand instead. Another pair of hands seizes your arms and pulls them behind your back while lifting you off the ground. Your mother is calling your name, then your father's. She is terrified and dazed, though apparently unharmed. Leather straps are wound around your wrists and ankles. Then you are cradled in the powerfully muscled, furry arms of a wolfman as he rapidly carries you off from the camp. Soon, he is flanked by two other wolfmen moving at astonishing speed. You feel something red hot, thick, and pointed occasionally bob upwards and strike your backside as your abductors carry you away into the night. Ending: Family Nope Select this ending at the beginning of the sequel to continue your story.

The uncanny nature of this experience is too much. You decide to use whatever leverage you have to extricate yourself from the encounter. "Now you stay there until I am far enough away that nose of yours can't smell me. Understand? I won't hesitate to shoot next time." The wolfman's face is not as expressive as his huge, puppy-dog eyes, but together they display a feeling of profound rejection. He watches you forlornly as you back away. You keep your bow ready for the first 20 paces, then put it away and start a steady jog back to the trail. Suddenly, it dawns on you that you left your basket behind. Well, it's too late now. A whole day's work was wasted, but things could have gone much worse. Occasionally, you stop to get your bearings and to determine if you are being followed. The ambient noise of the autumnal forest confirms that you are alone. In the late afternoon, you encounter your father on the trail. His expression changes from mild surprise to worry when he notices you are empty-handed. "What's happened?" [[Lie. I was chased by wolves and dropped my basket.|(END) Lie, dropped my basket.]] [[Truth. Tell your story.|(END) Tell your story no proof, far]]

Footjob, cunnilingus, female domination You put aside your bow but draw your knife. His sky-blue eyes express alarm, but he doesn't move. You approach and stick your boot out. "Take my boots off." Alarm turns to excitement, and the wolfman happily complies. You press your right foot gently but firmly on his ball sack. Your toes caress the base of his sheath. He grins, and the pointed tip of his crimson canine phallus pops from his sheath. You continue massaging his genitals with your foot, causing his monstrous manhood to swell. You are startled by its rapid emergence. It is blood red, covered in a fine mesh of purple veins. The shape curves up on both sides, with a narrow projection at the tip that starts leaking clear drool from his wide pee hole. His penis grows a couple inches every few seconds. Once eight inches have sprouted, you move to a seated position in front of him and start using both feet to jack his canine member. His mouth hangs open, and his pink tongue hangs out dopeily. His eyes are half closed, and he is blissful. After another minute, his 14-inch fuck pole is fully disgorged and at your command. At the base is a knot as big around as your knee. It would destroy a human pussy. You stab your knife into the ground. "Take off my pants." His pointed, lupine ears comically perk up on top of his head, and he hurriedly obeys, exposing your tight virgin slit. He looks upon it as if gazing upon the most beautiful sight he's ever seen. Your brain can't help feeling flattered. You trace your fingers across your labia and tap your clit. "Lick." Again, he cannot contain his excitement. This seems to be a dream come true for him. He enthusiastically buries his face in your crotch. His hot, wide, canine tongue wastes no time diving into your waiting snatch. Sometimes, his curling tongue probes you like a snake; at other times, it strokes from the bottom of your pussy lips to the top in frenzied vibrations. You can't help but gasp each time he crosses your hardening clit. Ripples of pleasure build into waves that flow from your crotch up into your pelvis and down your trembling legs. Soon, you are sopping wet with a combination of his saliva and your juices. You grasp the shaggy hair at the top of his head and push his face hard against your crotch. The forceful jolt starts an orgasm beyond anything your masturbatory efforts could ever achieve. You start spasming on the face of this conquered beast. Your girl cum shoots out into his mouth, and he happily laps it up while you moan in ecstasy. How would you like your encounter to end, mistress? "Stand up, beast." [[Suck his cock and decide when he cums|(END) stand up dom]]. "Fuck my pussy, and don't cum until I tell you." [[Command him to take your virginity.|(END) dom fuck]]

Cunnilingus The beast senses your hesitation and detects the subtle change in your posture as your pussy begins to tingle in response to thoughts of being pleasured by his hyper-masculine physique. Slowly, while maintaining eye contact with you, he pads forward, and, seeing you make no effort to stop him, he plants his muzzle between your legs and breathes in so deeply that your pants lose contact with your skin. The sensation starts a drip in your cunny, which encourages him to press his face harder and wiggle it back and forth, stimulating your pussy lips. You involuntarily groan and drop your bow. From his thick sheath, a red point emerges. He yanks your pants down and exposes your tight, virgin sex. His long, wide, canine tongue flops out fully and begins exploring from your slit to anus, sending shocks of ecstasy up into your pelvis. You are mesmerized as his wolf cock steadily marches out from his sheath, growing ever more engorged as he revels in your twat. It's at least eight inches long now, with more on the way. It is blood red, covered in a fine mesh of purple veins. The shape curves up on both sides, with a narrow projection at the tip that starts leaking clear drool from his wide pee hole. You gasp as his hot tongue penetrates the opening of your vagina. Your knees buckle, and you fall forward onto him. Your hands sink into the soft, shaggy fur of his back, which feels delightful on your skin. While he works your trembling twat, you can't help but stroke him. The wolfman suddenly stands up and repositions you in front of him, his massive hands enveloping your waist. Then he slides his hands around your backside and grabs your thighs, lifting you up while aligning the tip of his fully erect, 14-inch fuck pole with your entrance. Hold my hands over my privates and [[firmly say no. |(END) say no far]] Are you freaking kidding me? Yes! [[Fuck me |(END) Standing fuck, uncertain]] you magnificent animal!

Your father is not in the habit of distrusting you, but your explanation doesn't sit right with him. He pays close attention to you, giving you the impression he wants to make sure you are unharmed. "We can look for it tomorrow. Let's go home now." When you arrive at your cabin, your mother inquires about your missing basket, prompting your father to respond, "Tangled with some wolves and had to leave it behind." Your mother encourages you to eat and rest. The next morning, your parents go out gathering, leaving you at home with chores. You wonder if they will encounter the wolfman, and if so, will they be safe? Perhaps you should have told them? As dusk approaches, you hear a wolf howling in the distance, and instantly your encounter returns to your mind. You become preoccupied by the thought of what might be happening to them. Soon after, your parents return laden with foraged supplies and in a chipper mood. They report being unable to find your basket. You all turn in early that night, and you drift into a dreamless sleep. You awaken some hours later with a massive, clawed hand pressed over your mouth, while other, equally strong hands restrain your limbs and lift you from your bed. Bound in leather straps, you are silently passed through your window into the waiting arms of a creature whose kind you have encountered before. Cradled in his powerful furred arms, you feel something red hot, thick, and pointed occasionally bob upwards and strike your backside as your abductors carry you away into the night. Ending: Nope Select this ending at the beginning of the sequel to continue your story.

Cunnilingus, nonconsensual You feel the hot breath of your unseen attacker billowing over your exposed pussy. A hot, wide tongue laps from your vulva up to your anus, sending a reflexive shiver up your pelvis and causing you to release an involuntary gasp of excitement. The undulating intruder wastes no time diving back into your waiting snatch. Sometimes, the curling tongue probes you like a snake; at other times, it strokes from the bottom of your pussy lips to the top in frenzied vibrations. You uncontrollably gasp each time it crosses your hardening clit. Ripples of pleasure build into waves that flow from your crotch up into your pelvis and down your trembling legs. Soon, you are sopping wet with a combination of your attacker's saliva and your own juices. Your hands twist helplessly against your bonds. The tips of your toes brush uselessly against the forest floor. The oral assault is relentless, and the familiar ecstatic tension of an impending orgasm seizes you. [[Plead. |No means no, gathering]] "No! Don't you understand?! I don't want my first time to be like this! Please, stop! Please!" [[Charm. |Hands free, gathering]] "Gods yes, I am going to cum. Not so quick, please! Let me return the favor first!" [[Intimidate. |intimidate, gathering]] "You miserable coward! Gutless rapist! Fight me face-to-face and prove you have the right to my body!" [[Moan like an easily mind-broken slut. |moaning, gathering]]

The tongue is removed in response to your protestations. Your twat whimpers in disappointment while your mind elates in cautious hope. Seconds pass like minutes. You hear rummaging in your possessions, followed shortly by the feeling of fabric being brought around your face. Your brain's first impression is the dread that you are being gagged. Instead, a rag is tied around your head, obscuring your eyes. Your own pants are roped around your ankles. Finally, your hands are released from your belt long enough to lift you off the log, then they are loosely belted back together after you are set in a kneeling position. You hear your attacker moving away from you, back into the forest. Your loosely bound hands dart to remove your blindfold, giving you a glimpse of the retreating figure. What you see is something from a campfire story. It leaves you dumbfounded. 20 paces ahead of you is a monstrous creature with the charcoal gray body of a wolf, but oriented upright, more like a man. His feet are large wolf paws, his legs a fusion of human and wolf characteristics, but his enormous hands are more humanlike, with the exception of the black, claw-like nails. As he passes into the brush, he uses his hands to push himself forward off of obstacles, almost floating off the ground with his graceful motions. His back is a wall of chiseled muscle covered uniformly in shaggy fur that becomes shorter and more velvety over his toned butt. His lupine tail twitches with each step. As his pumping legs spread, you see his pendulous nutsack and catch glimpses of an enormous, blood-red phallus swinging below his waist like a meaty cudgel. After he has disappeared back into the wilderness, you finally regain control over your motor functions again and work quickly to free yourself. Distractedly, you dress yourself and gather your gear, then set off for home. Your mind is completely preoccupied by your encounter. In the late afternoon, you spot your father as you reach the trail home. His expression changes from mild surprise to worry when he looks into your distant eyes. [[Lie. |(END) Lie, pack of wolves]] I encountered a pack of wolves, but managed to evade them. [[Tell your story. |(END) Truth,sans tongue]]

The talented tongue retreats in response to your request. Your assailant approaches and undoes the belt at your wrists. You immediately slide off of the log and land your bare buttocks on the dry leaves of the forest floor. Then, you finally get a look at the owner of the tongue. Towering above you is a wall of muscle and fur, a creature out of a campfire story. At full height, he is 7 feet tall. He has the body of a wolf but is oriented upright, more like a man. His feet are large wolf paws, his legs a fusion of human and wolf characteristics, but his enormous hands are more humanlike, with the exception of the black, claw-like nails. His features are canine, but strangely cute and youthful, almost puppy-like. His irises are sky blue and huge, surrounded by significant white like a human's eyes. His mouth is slightly agape. His muzzle is shorter than a wolf's, with rounder, thicker teeth, a dark pink tongue, and a clay-red canine nose. His chest and abdomen are a perfect wall of chiseled muscle covered uniformly in short fuzz that lets your eyes trace his contours down to the sheath at his crotch, which is as thick around as your upper arm and sits above two fist-sized orbs in a tight fur pouch. From below his waist arises a majestic 14-inch phallus. It is blood red, canine in appearance, and covered with a delicate mesh of purple veins. His tip is pointed, not at all like the bell-shaped head of a human male. The sides curve like a bow. There is a ridge running down its rounded length, which carries his precum down to a knotted base that is as thick around as your knee. It would destroy a human vagina. He flexes his chest a bit and stretches out his arms. He cocks an eyebrow and curls his lips back into a seeming smile. It is almost as if he is asking, "Like what you see?" [[I sure do! |(END) she likes big wolf cocks]] He has the physique of a demigod, and I've reached adulthood without so much as a peck on the cheek from someone who wasn't a parent. Let me suck that canine meat! [[No! He's a monster! Start shrieking hysterically. |Shriek hysterically]]

The talented tongue retreats in response to your taunting. Your attacker moves beside you and undoes the belt at your wrists. You immediately slide off of the log and land your bare buttocks on the dry leaves of the forest floor. Then, you finally get a look at the owner of the tongue. Towering above you is a mountain of muscle and fur, a creature out of a campfire story. At full height, he is 7 feet tall. He has the body of a wolf but is oriented upright, more like a man. His feet are large wolf paws, his legs a fusion of human and wolf characteristics, but his enormous hands are more humanlike, with the exception of the black, claw-like nails. He holds your knife in one hand. His features are canine, but strangely cute and youthful, almost puppy-like. His irises are sky blue and huge, surrounded by significant white like a human's eyes. His mouth is slightly agape. His muzzle is shorter than a wolf's, with rounder, thicker teeth, a dark pink tongue, and a clay-red canine nose. His chest and abdomen are a perfect wall of chiseled muscle covered uniformly in short fuzz that lets your eyes trace his contours down to the sheath at his crotch, which is as thick around as your upper arm and sits above two fist-sized orbs in a tight fur pouch. From below his waist arises a majestic 14-inch phallus. It is blood red, canine in appearance, and covered with a delicate mesh of purple veins. The tip is pointed and not at all like the bell head of a human male. The sides curve like a bow. There is a ridge running down its rounded length, which carries his precum down to a knotted base that is as thick around as your knee. It would destroy a human vagina. He flexes his chest a bit and stretches out his arms. He cocks an eyebrow as he catches you ogling his titanic genitals and stretches his lips back into a seeming smile. It is almost as if he is asking, "Like what you see?" Then his expression turns stern as he drives your knife into the ground in front of you and leaps back into a crouch. His phallus starts sinking back into its sheath. It seems he has accepted your challenge. Your brain is too dumbfounded by this uncanny encounter to react quickly. Seeing your hesitation, he growls impatiently. It appears that if he wished to, he could drive his powerful clawed hands into your abdomen in seconds and show you your own entrails before he strangled you with them. Surely a hunting knife wielded by someone with less musculature in her entire body than he has in one arm is just as intimidating. [[Surely so! Grab the knife.]] [[Surely you jest. Beg for mercy instead.]] [[Surely am horny. Appeal to his cock instead.|(END) Surely am horny. Appeal to his cock instead.]]

Bound Doggystyle, vaginal, impregnation Your moans become an invitation for your attacker to proceed. You feel the warm, wet tip of his cock smearing your slit with precum. He penetrates shallowly until he meets the resistance of your hymen, then pulls back and thrusts several inches in. The pain of the penetration causes flashes in your eyes. You yelp and cry out as your hymen is torn. Your attacker grunts and leans over you. His firm stomach and chest press against your back. He withdraws gently and then works his way back into you. The second penetration is less painful and more rewarding. Your grateful pussy marvels at how full it feels. Soon, he establishes a rhythm to his thrusts, and waves of pleasure begin washing over your whole body as you are fucked for the first time. Large, intensely strong hands grip the curve of your hips and begin to bring your pelvis down to meet each thrust. You get the sensation, however, that your attacker is holding back his full length. Whenever his thrusts threaten to cause pain, he responds to your gasps by pulling back slightly. Occasionally, you feel a firm, furry sack slap against your inner thighs. The sensation is confusing. That can't be his nuts, can it? They can't be that large ... or hairy ... can they? His pace becomes quicker, his breathing heavier, and his grunting louder. He is rutting you like a beast would. You are overwhelmed with the sudden desire to see your attacker, but your head is pressed hard against the tree trunk and your hood hangs forward, obscuring your view. His body clenches, and he emits a rumbling, inhuman moan. You feel a thick rope of his seed jet inside you. At that moment, you receive a jolt from your pussy and start quivering around his massive member. The trembling spreads up through you while your vagina begins milking the intruder and your cervix laps at his load. You experience the most intense orgasm of your life. No masturbatory effort in your past can compare to the sheer ecstasy of this moment. Whether you wanted him or not, your body certainly did. It rejoiced in being bred by this powerful male and did not care who or what he was. Now it will give his seed a chance to fertilize your womb so you bring forth your conqueror's young. Your attacker slumps forward over your back and spasms several more times as the last of his semen empties into your well-fucked pussy. You can feel his cock pulsing inside you as his head approaches your face. You see a long canine snout with a dark pink tongue hanging from it, wriggling as he pants. His dazzling white teeth are larger and rounder than a wolf's, but they look every bit as dangerous. His breath smells of cooked game, and his heavy breathing rustles your hood. You've been bred not by a man but by some sort of monstrous wolf creature! [[Scream in horror. |(END) scream, rutted]] [[Stick out your tongue, inviting your ravisher to claim your mouth next. |(END) kiss, rutted]]

It's not possible! How can such a beast exist?! Your shriek causes the wolfman to jump back, yanking his enormous phallus from your battered cunny with a wet plop. This sets off an involuntary spasm of pleasure that your brain is in no mood to entertain. You can hear your pussy make rude noises as spouts of cum erupt from your vagina, sending twin rivers of semen down your inner legs. It's too much. Your vision starts to fade, and the world grows silent as you lose consciousness. The last thing you remember is the feeling of your bonds being removed and your body being hauled over the furry back of your attacker. Your limp hands rest upon his muscled rump, while his lupine tail tickles your nose. Ending: Stranger's Thing Select this ending at the beginning of the sequel to continue your story.

Your tongues begin to explore one another in post-orgasmic euphoria. This certainly isn't how you imagined your first time, but your body fervently longs for many additional times as good as this one. The wolfman undoes your bonds and lifts you over his charcoal-gray, furred back. You have a delightful view of his toned rump as his lupine tail wags back and forth, occasionally tickling your nose. You are too exhausted to resist as he carries you off into the wilderness. Ending: Wonder Bred Select this ending at the beginning of the sequel to continue your story.

Your father is not in the habit of distrusting you, but your explanation doesn't sit right with him. He pays close attention to you, giving you the impression he wants to make sure you are truly okay. You and your father head home in silence. You arrive before dusk to find your mother preparing dinner. She inquires about your day, prompting your father to respond, "Tangled with some wolves, but she got away." Your mother encourages you to eat and rest. The next morning, your parents go out gathering, leaving you at home with chores. You wonder if they will encounter the wolfman, and if so, will they be safe? Perhaps you should have told them? As dusk approaches, you hear a wolf howling in the distance, and instantly your encounter returns to your mind. You become preoccupied by the thought of what might be happening to them. Soon after, your parents return laden with foraged supplies and in a chipper mood. You all turn in early that night, and you drift into a dreamless sleep. You awaken some hours later with a massive clawed hand pressed over your mouth, while other, equally strong hands restrain your limbs and lift you from your bed. Bound in leather straps, you are silently passed through your window into the waiting arms of a creature whose kind you have encountered before. Cradled in his powerful furred arms, you feel something red hot, thick, and pointed occasionally bob upwards and strike your backside as your abductors carry you away into the night. Ending: Nope Select this ending at the beginning of the sequel to continue your story.

Your father listens with growing alarm as you describe your encounter with the wolfman. His eyes express shock, horror, and belief. You gather from his reaction that he is not unfamiliar with what you are describing. He delivers his response in a deep, clipped command. "We must leave tomorrow morning at first light. We are no longer safe here." He hurriedly leads you home and then instructs your mother to gather up enough supplies to reach Iarnben. When your mother protests, he promises to explain along the way. While you and your mother prepare to travel, your father starts moving valuable supplies into his stash spots in the woods. He declines help and pleads with you both to stay indoors. At dawn, you leave the only home you have ever known, uncertain if you will ever be able to return. The next day's trek proceeds at an unusually brisk pace. Your father frequently scouts ahead, leaving you and your mother to catch up. Though you could probably keep up with him, he asks that you stay with your mother and be ready to defend yourselves. As evening approaches, you arrive at Muddybranch River to find it swollen and moving swiftly. Your father returns from his latest scouting and informs you that the rope bridge across is gone, so you must divert your course further downstream until you can find a safer crossing. As evening falls, your father chooses a crossing spot that provokes a worried look from your mother. In the fading light, her eyes show you are sharing the same thought. This spot is more placid but will still require a swim. He must be desperate to cross the river tonight. You cross on your own, carrying your mother's supplies. Although the water was only up to your waist near the shores, the middle of the crossing required you to swim. Your father stays with your mother as they cross together. He does not let go of her. You set up camp and keep a small fire, barely sufficient to dry the wet clothes you must change out of. As you huddle by the campfire, shivering, you recall your father's promise to explain on the journey. However, you have never seen your parents look so frail as in this moment. He would not be able to explain over his chattering teeth, even if he wanted to. He presses you both to eat as much as you can before going to bed. He says he will take the first watch and wake you when it is your turn. You have never been on guard in all the years you have camped with your parents. Your sleep is fitful and freezing, and an uncertain number of hours after having gone to bed, you are awakened by your father calling you and your mother to run. The massive shadow of a wolfman is kicking out the remnants of your tiny campfire. You hear your father struggling in the darkness, then a thud and thrashing as he struggles with an attacker on the ground. The meager moonlight straining through the forest canopy is not sufficient for you to make out where your attackers are, but their peculiar musky scent pervades the area, heavily mixed with a smell like human sweat. You grab for your knife and find an enormous furred hand instead. Another pair of hands seizes your arms and pulls them behind your back while lifting you off the ground. Your mother is calling your name, then your father's. She is terrified and dazed, though apparently unharmed. Leather straps are wound around your wrists and ankles. Then you are cradled in the powerfully muscled, furry arms of a wolfman as he rapidly carries you off from the camp. Soon, he is flanked by two other wolfmen moving at astonishing speed. You feel something red hot, thick, and pointed occasionally bob upwards and strike your backside as your abductors carry you away into the night. Ending: Family Nope Select this ending at the beginning of the sequel to continue your story.

Blowjob, drugged You rise to your knees and move forward to kneel before him and worship his cock. His gigantic shaft juts in your direction, gently pulsing with his heartbeat. You move your mouth to the tip of the straining rod and lick up a slight taste of his precum. It is vaguely salty and not at all objectionable. The scent from his groin, however, is intoxicating. The musky, spicy odor is much more concentrated here, and it leaves your head swimming. Blood is pumping to your groin and your clit is becoming rock hard. You begin suckling the top of his cock while wringing your hands around his sheath. You work the lupine cock with both hands while passing the tip in and out of your mouth. Your tongue repeatedly delves into his pee hole, causing him to clench his thighs and buttocks when you do. He is panting heavily while making deep, resonant whines. You remove your mouth but continue wringing his phallus. "Do you want to cum, pup?" His mouth drops open, and a desperate sound, halfway between a groan and a yelp, is all he can vocalize. He is simultaneously standing on his toes and arching his back to maximize your access to his crotch. He frantically nods yes and makes the same sound again. "Cum for me." You tug his crimson meat toward your mouth with one hand and lift up his heavy ball sack with the other. He throws his head back and howls as his ejaculation begins. His knees nearly buckle, and his legs struggle to keep him upright. Titanic torrents of his seed begin gushing from his canine prick and striking your face. Some squirts into your mouth, and you get your first taste of the salty man goop. You cup your hands beneath his member and collect the ejaculate. It is so hot, it almost steams. Soon, stray blasts coat your hair and your tits, and you are utterly plastered in his semen. The overpowering odor of his seed has a bizarre, unexpected effect on you. Your head swims. Your eyes become foggy. You develop an irresistible urge to drink the slime he deposited in your hands. You bring it to your lips and desperately gulp it. As the thick, delicious goo passes down your throat, you are overcome with giddiness and sensuous excitement. You grasp the wolfman's cock and begin milking it with both hands, trying to get more semen from him. His hands lift you up, and he throws you across his back. Seeing a rope of his seed sliding down your arm, you lap it up eagerly. You are blissfully oblivious as the wolfman carries you off into the wilderness. Ending: Thank you, cum again. Select this ending at the beginning of the sequel to continue your story.

It's not possible! How can such a beast exist?! Your shriek causes the wolfman to jump back. His enormous prick bobs wildly, flicking a strand of precum that lands upon your lower lip and chin. While you rush to wipe his secretion from your mouth, he holds his hands up in a gesture of, "Whoa, calm down, lady," though he does not speak a word. His expression is a mix of pained rejection and concern for your sanity. [[Flee like a madwoman into the woods.|(END) Flee like a mad woman into the woods.]] [[Try to calm down and see what he does next.]]

You scramble through the leaves and dirt, clawing your way upright and kicking back in a desperate flight that would make a fleeing rabbit look brave by comparison. Once you can start running, every leaf and twig you brush against feels like the beastman's monstrous hands are seizing hold of you. You only make one attempt to look behind you, which results in you bashing your head into a low-hanging branch, which lays you out flat on your back, unconscious. You are awakened by your father shouting, "Get her inside!" Your mother is trying to help you stand and drag yourself into your cabin. You see your father with his bow drawn, scanning the darkened woods. It is nightfall. With her help, you reach your bed and stretch out on it. She brings a lamp and begins examining the lump on your head. "What happened, my love?" she asks in a nearly weepy voice. Your muddled brain answers reflexively and nonsensically. "I was running from a wolf monster penis that hit me on the head! No! It was a tree branch, but he wanted to rape me with it!" She hushes your deranged rambling as your father charges into your room. "She's raving, something about a wolfman!" "I've seen it," he replies. He turns to you and asks, "Did he hurt you?" The fog is lifting from your brain now. You look down and see that you are fully, though a bit sloppily, redressed. You nod no. "How did I get back here?" you ask. Your father hesitates, "I think ... he carried you here." He turns to your mother and says, "We must leave tomorrow morning at first light. We are no longer safe here." When your mother protests, he promises to explain along the way. He urges you to get some sleep while they prepare. At dawn, you leave the only home you have ever known, uncertain if you will ever be able to return. The next day's trek proceeds at an unusually brisk pace. Your father frequently scouts ahead, leaving you and your mother to catch up. Though you could probably keep up with him, he asks that you stay with your mother and be ready to defend yourselves. As evening approaches, you arrive at Muddybranch River to find it swollen and moving swiftly. Your father returns from his latest scouting and informs you that the rope bridge across is gone, so you must divert your course further downstream until you can find a safer crossing. As evening falls, your father chooses a crossing spot that provokes a worried look from your mother. In the fading light, her eyes show you are sharing the same thought. This spot is more placid but will still require a swim. He must be desperate to cross the river tonight. You cross on your own, carrying your mother's supplies. Although the water was only up to your waist near the shores, the middle of the crossing required you to swim. Your father stays with your mother as they cross together. He does not let go of her. You set up camp and keep a small fire, barely sufficient to dry the wet clothes you must change out of. As you huddle by the campfire, shivering, you recall your father's promise to explain on the journey. However, you have never seen your parents look so frail as in this moment. He would not be able to explain over his chattering teeth, even if he wanted to. He presses you both to eat as much as you can before going to bed. He says he will take the first watch and wake you when it is your turn. You have never been on guard in all the years you have camped with your parents. Your sleep is fitful and freezing, and an uncertain number of hours after having gone to bed, you are awakened by your father calling you and your mother to run. The massive shadow of a wolfman is kicking out the remnants of your tiny campfire. You hear your father struggling in the darkness, then a thud and thrashing as he struggles with an attacker on the ground. The meager moonlight straining through the forest canopy is not sufficient for you to make out where your attackers are, but their peculiar musky scent pervades the area, heavily mixed with a smell like human sweat. You grab for your knife and find an enormous furred hand instead. Another pair of hands seizes your arms and pulls them behind your back while lifting you off the ground. Your mother is calling your name, then your father's. She is terrified and dazed, though apparently unharmed. Leather straps are wound around your wrists and ankles. Then you are cradled in the powerfully muscled, furry arms of a wolfman as he rapidly carries you off from the camp. Soon, he is flanked by two other wolfmen moving at astonishing speed. You feel something red hot, thick, and pointed occasionally bob upwards and strike your backside as your abductors carry you away into the night. Ending: Family Nope Select this ending at the beginning of the sequel to continue your story.

Seeing that you are trying to pull yourself together, the wolfman shyly pads towards you and crouches. Since you offer no protest, he sits beside you and turns to look at your face. That familiar, spicy, musky scent fills your nose again, renewing a drip in your pussy. Your body is enticed by this hyper-masculine beast, even if your brain finds his existence unfathomable. He sighs longingly. You turn to look at him in those magnificent blue eyes, which gaze upon you in wonder and fascination. [[Brain wins. This stops now.]] [[Body wins. Present yourself to him.|(END) Surely am horny. Appeal to his cock instead.]]

This isn't going any further. You stand up and fetch your pants to get redressed. The wolfman emits three low whines of complaint and then charges off into the brush. You see his titanic, crimson fuck pole swinging wildly as he retreats. Distractedly, you gather your gear, then set off for home. Your mind is completely preoccupied by your encounter. In the late afternoon, you spot your father as you reach the trail home. His expression changes from mild surprise to genuine worry when he looks into your distant eyes. [[Lie. |(END) Lie, pack of wolves]] I encountered a pack of wolves but managed to evade them. [[Tell your story. |(END) Truth,sans tongue]]

You deftly yank your blade from the ground and spin it around in your hand. You move into a melee position and prepare to defend yourself. This brute may be strong, and fast, and enduring, and agile, but ... where was your brain going with this? He remains crouched but starts to circle you. He lunges and feints, forcing you to dodge and slash to potentially keep him at bay. He seems quite satisfied to stick with this strategy until you mistake his intentions, at which point you will be vulnerable. You are going to have to change tactics. [[Feint.]] Two can play at this game. Who is the better player, though? [[Taunt.]] "Are you a wolf or a chicken? All you are doing is pecking and scratching the ground!"

"Please, I don't want to fight you, but I also don't want to have sex with you. I mean, just because a female who knows she is being followed deliberately bends over in front of you in the woods doesn't mean you have the right to mount her like some anim..." Your brain recoils at its poor choice of words. The wolfman doesn't seem to be insulted. Instead, his posture slackens, and disappointment and regret contort his hybrid face. Perhaps your assessment is completely correct. Perhaps he thought you were purposefully presenting yourself to be taken by a big bad wolf (man). He picks up your clothing and hands it to you. Then he pads over to the fallen tree and sits on top of it, looking off in the direction of the hills. You raise yourself back to a standing position and dress. Then you start gathering your gear. When you grab your bow, you hear the beast moving away through the brush. Perhaps he doesn't want to risk you using it. As you set off for home, your mind is completely preoccupied by your encounter. In the late afternoon, you spot your father as you reach the trail home. His expression changes from mild surprise to worry when he sees your distant eyes. [[Lie. |(END) Lie, pack of wolves]] "I encountered a pack of wolves but managed to evade them." [[Tell your story. |(END) Truth,sans tongue]]

Missionary, cunnilingus, vaginal, impregnation You look away from him submissively and then start to slowly remove the rest of your clothes. You hold your arm under your ample breasts, raising the globes enticingly, and then you make eye contact again. Immediately, his phallus comes roaring back out of its sheath. His canine mouth hangs open slightly, and he starts to pant. His eyes look upon you adoringly, as if he is seeing the most beautiful female on the planet. Your brain can't help but feel flattered. You spread your vest on the ground behind you and then lay back upon it. You open your legs and close your eyes. Seconds later, the wolfman's mouth is once again buried in your crotch, eagerly devouring your sex. He steadily works you back up into a state of high arousal, but this time the feeling is not one of compulsion but of making love. You rub your hands sensually across his furry head, coaxing him to keep his tongue buried in your cunny. A wave of ecstasy washes over you when your orgasm hits. Your body trembles everywhere at once, while your pussy convulses in pleasure around the wolfman's masterful tongue. As the spasm starts to pass, you feel flushed all over. You whisper breathlessly, "Fuck my pussy, please." The wolfman crawls over you and holds his body up with both hands. Your head barely reaches his neck. His titanic meat smears precum over your vulva and pubic mound as he shifts his hips around, probing for your twat. Once his pointed tip is inserted, he jerks forward slightly, thrusting several inches in. The pain of the penetration causes flashes in your eyes. You yelp and cry out as your hymen is torn. The wolfman grunts, then withdraws gently before working his cock back into you. The second penetration is less painful and more rewarding. Your grateful pussy marvels at how full it feels. Soon, he establishes a rhythm to his thrusts, and sensations of pleasure begin washing over your whole body as you are fucked for the first time. You wrap your arms around him, pulling him closer. The velvety fur across his rippling chest and abdominal muscles feels sublime. You can watch his gorgeous cock pistoning into you. He is holding back his full length. Whenever his thrusts threaten to cause pain, he responds to your gasps by pulling back slightly. Occasionally, you feel his firm, furry sack slap between your inner thighs. His pace becomes quicker, his breathing heavier, and his grunting louder. You rake your nails down his back and moan in bliss. His body clenches, and he emits a rumbling, inhuman howl. You feel a thick rope of his seed jet inside you. At that moment, you feel a jolt from your pussy and start quivering around his massive member. Your vagina begins milking the intruder, and your cervix laps at his load while you experience the most intense orgasm of your life. No masturbatory effort in your past can compare to the sheer ecstasy of this moment. Your sex is rejoicing in being bred by this powerful male, and your womb eagerly prepares itself for fertilization in hopes of carrying his pups. The wolfman's arms tremble as he spasms several more times, the last of his seed emptying into your well-fucked pussy. Your pussy sends your brain a severe complaint once the tremendous canine phallus dislodges and leaves you gaping. You feel a torrent of beast cum drain from your depths and run down your crotch, pooling around your anus. You can only lie there, splayed and twitching, while the wolfman rolls off of you and admires his handiwork. He brings his mouth to yours, and you explore each other's tongues in post-coital bliss. Though you are completely spent, he seems even more invigorated. He rises into a crouch and starts running his hands gently beneath you. Before you can regain control of your motor functions, he throws you over his shoulder and carries you off into the wilds. Ending: Wonder Bred Select this ending at the beginning of the sequel to continue your story.

After his next lunge, you make it seem as if you intend your blade to chase his offending hand away, but instead, you move it where his other hand should be coming to take advantage of your exposed side. Your move is clever and successful. Unfortunately, he doesn't seem to care when your blade slashes open his palm. He accepts the wound and brings his fist up against the side of your head, sending you reeling backwards. As you collapse, you lose the sensation of up or down. Your blade flies from your grasp. Lights flash in your eyes, and your ears grow deaf. You struggle to remain conscious while you feel the rest of your clothes being torn off of you. The wolfman's hindfoot presses down firmly on your chest, painfully pinning your naked body to the forest floor. When you regain control of your senses, you see the wolfman standing triumphantly over you. He is wrapping a shredded piece of your shirt around his wounded hand. He turns his stunning blue eyes upon you sternly and begins relieving the pressure on your chest. His god-like phallus begins rising in your direction once again. He nudges your side, urging you to roll over while he points to the ground before him. [[Present yourself to him like a bitch waiting to be mounted by her alpha.|(END) Present yourself to him like a bitch waiting to be mounted by her alpha.]] [[No! I won't do it!]]

The wolfman smirks at your insult and then starts flapping his arms and kicking at the soil comically. He apparently has stopped taking the fight seriously, giving you the opening that you need. You rush forward to strike just as he unexpectedly whirls in a circle, causing you to run face-first into his flapping elbow. With a haze of spots before your eyes, you fall backwards on your butt. Your knife flies from your hand, and blood starts pouring out of your nose. You hear him yelp in astonishment and then rush around you. When the spots start to clear, he is sheepishly standing in front of you with remorseful puppy-dog eyes, holding your pants in one hand and a rag in the other. You bring the rag to your injured nose and pinch it shut. Shyly, he moves to sit beside you in silence. Occasionally, he steals a glance at you, checking to see if you are any better. Run your hand from his shaggy head down his rippling back [[in a gesture of truce.]] [[Leave in a huff.]]

Doggystyle, vaginal, impregnation Your body seems to move of its own accord. You roll onto your hands and knees and press your face to the forest floor. You raise your ass towards him. Surely, this is a universal sign of submission he can understand. You hear him move into position behind you and feel the warm, wet tip of his cock smearing your slit with precum. He penetrates shallowly until he meets the resistance of your hymen, then pulls back briefly before thrusting several inches in. The pain of the penetration causes flashes in your eyes. You yelp and cry out as your hymen is torn. The wolfman grunts and leans over you. His rippling stomach and chest press against your back. He withdraws gently and then works his way back into you. The second penetration is less painful and more rewarding. Your grateful pussy marvels at how full it feels. Soon, he establishes a rhythm to his thrusts, and waves of pleasure begin washing over your whole body as you are fucked for the first time. His intensely strong hands grip the curve of your hips and begin to bring your pelvis down to meet each thrust. You get the sensation, however, that your attacker is holding back his full length. Whenever his thrusts threaten to cause pain, he responds to your gasps by pulling back slightly. Occasionally, you feel his firm, furry sack slap up against your thighs. His pace becomes quicker, his breathing heavier, and his grunting louder. He is rutting you like a beast would. His body clenches, and he emits a rumbling, inhuman moan. You feel a thick rope of his seed jet inside you. At that moment, you feel a jolt from your pussy and start quivering around his massive member. Your vagina begins milking the intruder, and your cervix laps at his load while you experience the most intense orgasm of your young life. No masturbatory effort in your past can compare to the sheer ecstasy of this moment. Whether your brain wanted him or not, your body certainly did. It rejoiced in being bred by this powerful male and did not care what he was. Now it eagerly prepares itself for fertilization in hopes of carrying his pups. Your attacker slumps forward over your back and spasms several more times as the last of his seed empties into your well-fucked pussy. You can feel his cock pulsing inside you as his head approaches your face. Your tongues explore each other's mouths in post-coital bliss. Your pussy sends your brain a severe complaint once the tremendous canine phallus dislodges and leaves you gaping. You feel a torrent of beast cum drain from your depths and run down your crotch, pooling around your anus. You can only lie there splayed and twitching while the wolfman admires his handiwork. Before you can regain control of your motor functions, he throws you over his shoulder and carries you off into the wilds. Ending: Wonder Bred Select this ending at the beginning of the sequel to continue your story.

Doggystyle, vaginal, nonconsensual, cunnilingus The response to your reneging is not good. He rushes forward so that his face is inches from yours. A bellowing roar blasts directly into your face with a gust of hot, gamey breath that momentarily robs you of your own ability to breathe. He turns you over roughly and puts his knee across your back, then binds your hands once again and takes you back to the log, which he bends you over and ties you to. With a single, terrible thrust, he buries his gargantuan organ into your tight, virgin pussy, splitting you open in a moment of searing pain. He pulls out completely, and you involuntarily cry out in horror. Tears are streaming down your face. He buries his tongue in your snatch and starts lapping up your virginal blood. This second violation may be unwelcome, but it is actually soothing and reduces the pain you are in. After slobbering in your slit for a few moments, he lines his cock back up with your pussy and penetrates again, this time more carefully and not as deeply. You can feel the curve of his burning hot wolf cock spreading you open wide once more.Surprisingly, you do not feel pain this time, but a ripple of unwelcome pleasure as your pussy stretches around his girth. He establishes a slow rhythm with you, working himself up into your privates without going so deep as to injure you. Your tears stop flowing, and your mind is forced to contend with the increasing lustful signals from your battered sex. You start to grunt with each thrust and stifle moans with each withdrawal. His pace becomes quicker, his breathing heavier, and his panting louder. He is rutting you like a beast would. How do you feel about what is happening? Awful. This hurts. I am being raped and [[I want it to stop!|(END) I want it to stop!]] Better. [[I've been claimed by a strong, virile male |Enjoying the rape]], and all my protestations were my last unconscious attempt to weed out a weakling.

You run your hand down the wolfman's furry neck and back. He leans in slightly, indicating he appreciates the gesture. Your nose is a bit swollen, but the bleeding has stopped. Had things gone differently, another part of your anatomy might be swollen and bleeding right now. Whether that is a good or bad thing is a matter of perspective. You raise yourself back to a standing position and put on your pants. You shoot the wolfman a sideways look when you catch him watching you dress. He gets the message, and his icy blue eyes dart up to the sky as if noticing a particularly interesting cloud. When you grab your bow, you hear the beast moving away through the brush. Perhaps he doesn't want to risk you using it. As you set off for home, your mind is completely preoccupied by your encounter. In the late afternoon, you spot your father as you reach the trail home. His expression changes from mild surprise to worry when he sees your swollen nose. [[Lie. |(END) Lie, pack of wolves]] "I took a tumble getting away from a pack of wolves." [[Tell your story. |(END) Truth,sans tongue]]

Your nose is a bit swollen, but the bleeding has stopped. Had things gone differently, another part of your anatomy might be swollen and bleeding right now. Whether that is a good or bad thing is a matter of perspective. You raise yourself back to a standing position and put on your pants. You shoot the wolfman a dirty look, indicating you don't appreciate him watching you dress. He gets the message, and his icy blue eyes dart up to the sky as if noticing a particularly interesting cloud. When you grab your bow, you hear the beast moving away through the brush. Perhaps he doesn't want to risk you using it. As you set off for home, your mind is completely preoccupied by your encounter. In the late afternoon, you spot your father as you reach the trail home. His expression changes from mild surprise to worry when he sees your swollen nose. [[Lie. |(END) Lie, pack of wolves]] "I took a tumble getting away from a pack of wolves." [[Tell your story. |(END) Truth,sans tongue]]

Keeping your bow ready, you advance to the first burning branch. There is no movement within the cave, but you hear water trickling deeper within. At the second branch, the trickling becomes louder, and you begin to smell dampness mixed with something faintly musky that reminds you immediately of the smell of a wolf. Besides the sound of water, there is silence. You will need a free hand to advance further. You put up your bow and draw your knife. You lift the burning branch and immediately see light glimmering off a pool of water another 10 paces ahead. Perhaps this is what is attracting the wolves. As you advance towards it, you start to make out a heap of hunting supplies piled next to the pool. There are hide bags, wooden racks, wooden poles for carrying game, leather straps, kindling, and campfire wood. You inspect them in the dim light. They are primitive, but well crafted. There is not a scrap of metal anywhere among them. You come across a hung bag of dried meat that has been stuffed with a pungent and unsavory mixture of herbs, weeds, and salty, mineral-rich stone. Suddenly, there is a splash in the pool beside you and the hiss of fire being put out by water. Your heart races as you bring your flame around to get a better look. Floating atop the pool is the first burned branch you left halfway on the path into the cave. Your fire at the mouth of the cave has also been extinguished. The sunlight of the late afternoon strains weakly through the cave entrance. The musky odor has become much stronger. There is a spicy, sweaty scent to it as well. Something is near. The sound of your rapid heartbeat seems to echo in the cave. Your hands uncontrollably shake. [[Run for the exit.]] [[Swallow your fear and speak rationally|rational cave]], "Hello? I'm sorry to intrude on your cache. I was hunting the wolves that left tracks outside. I would never take anything from a fellow hunter." [[Harness your fear and speak threateningly|threaten cave]], "Not smart to try to corner me. You have until the count of five to get out of this cave before I burn your cache! One ..."

Your confidence was sufficient that if something had rushed you, you could have sunk a couple of arrows into its hide before it reached you. However, the confined spaces of a cave eliminate your advantage. The fires present no danger in the stony hills, so you leave them to burn out. You take off at a quick pace, attempting to put as much distance between you and that cave as possible in the shortest possible amount of time. You steer clear of the path you took to get here in case something is following your trail. The one obstacle you cannot avoid is the cliff. When you reach it, the sounds of nature grow deathly silent. You are not alone here. [[Climb down. Wolves can't climb.]] [[Find a slope down.]]

Your dash for the exit borders on panic. The basic plan is to swing your blade and flame wildly in the hopes that whatever you are barreling toward will get out of the way. You do not see the leg you trip over. As you tumble forward, you are forced to drop both your blade and flame to free your hands to break your fall. The blade lands closer to the exit, so instinct drives you toward it first. You manage to get yourself into a crouch, blade ready, just as the flaming branch rises from the ground in the hand of the source of your dread. Towering above you is a mountain of muscle and fur, a creature out of a campfire story. At full height, he is 7 feet tall. He has the body of a wolf but is oriented upright, more like a man. His feet are large wolf paws, his legs a fusion of human and wolf characteristics, but his enormous hands are more humanlike, with the exception of the black, claw-like nails. His features are canine, but strangely cute and youthful, almost puppy-like. His irises are dark blue and huge, surrounded by significant white like a human's eyes. His mouth is slightly agape. His muzzle is shorter than a wolf's, with rounder, thicker teeth, a dark pink tongue, and a clay-red canine nose. His chest and abdomen are a perfect wall of chiseled muscle covered uniformly in short fuzz that lets your eyes trace his contours down to the sheath at his crotch, which is as thick around as your upper arm and sits above two fist-sized orbs in a tight fur pouch. You cannot control the fear that has seized you. You turn your heel and bolt from the cave. Your descent down from the hills is a blur. Every shadow is the wolfman. Every stirring of the leaves by a swelling breeze is his approach. You reach the cliff before you are finally so out of breath that you are forced to stop and rest. Dusk is approaching. Unless you keep up a jog, you won't reach the trail until well after dark. You realize you left your basket behind. A whole day's work is lost, but who knows what else you might have lost back there? The rest of your journey home is a prolonged, grueling foot race against the memory of the beast you left behind. You can't shake the feeling that he could spring out of the shadows at any moment. Luckily, you reach the trail just after sunset. You will be able to follow it even in the intensifying darkness. Entering your cabin, your mother approaches with concern in her eyes: "Your father was just about to go looking for you." She sees you are empty-handed and asks, "What happened?" Your father approaches from your parent's room. He has his hunting gear on. [[Lie. I was chased by a pack of wolves and lost my basket.|(END) lie about cave]] [[Tell your story. |(END) Tell your story no proof, far]]

For a few moments, there is no response. Then a rock strikes the ground nearby. As you turn your flame in the direction of the sound, you see the rock kick up the charred contents of a campfire just a few feet from you. You set your burning branch on top of it, and the campfire slowly begins to come back to life. Your surroundings steadily become more illuminated until you can make out a crouched figure obscured by an outcropping of the cave wall. As you scan the silhouette, your brain tries to piece together what you are seeing. It appears to be the figure of a giant man wearing a wolf's pelt over his head and shoulders. Your body reacts with excitement at the thought of finally meeting a man other than your father. [[Keep your knife drawn.]] "I'll leave you be now. I will tell my family that the hills are your territory. If you ever wish to trade, you can plant a stake on the cliff so my father can see it. He will deal with you fairly." [[Put your knife away.]] "I don't mean you harm. Won't you talk to me?"

You don't reach "2" before the stranger launches itself from hiding and charges you. It releases a monstrous roar unlike any animal you have ever encountered. The reverberations off the cave walls painfully attack your ears from all sides, making you dizzy. [[Shove the torch into the pile of kindling.]] Drop the torch and use both hands to [[attack with your blade.]]

The stranger stays crouched, but starts moving away from you on all fours. Its animalistic motion is uncanny. You move toward the exit of the cave. As you circle away from him, heading for the distant exit, your back bumps into the cave wall, and you involuntarily jump. You keep your back to the wall and your blade and flame pointed in the direction of the stranger. As the stranger starts becoming illuminated by the fire you carry, it rises. Your heart skips several beats, and your brain loses its grip on reality. Towering above you is a mountain of muscle and fur, a creature out of a campfire story. At full height, he is 7 feet tall. He has the body of a wolf but is oriented upright, more like a man. His feet are large wolf paws, his legs a fusion of human and wolf characteristics, but his enormous hands are more humanlike, with the exception of the black, claw-like nails. His features are canine, but strangely cute and youthful, almost puppy-like. His irises are dark blue and huge, surrounded by significant white like a human's eyes. His mouth is slightly agape. His muzzle is shorter than a wolf's, with rounder, thicker teeth, a dark pink tongue, and a clay-red canine nose. His chest and abdomen are a perfect wall of chiseled muscle covered uniformly in short fuzz that lets your eyes trace his contours down to the sheath at his crotch, which is as thick around as your upper arm and sits above two fist-sized orbs in a tight fur pouch. He flexes his chest a bit and stretches out his arms. He cocks an eyebrow and draws his lips back into a seeming smile. It is almost as if he is asking, "Like what you see?" [[I sure do! Sheath your knife.|I sure do!]] He has the physique of a demigod, and I've reached adulthood without so much as a peck on the cheek from someone who wasn't a parent. [[No! He's a monster!|knife run]] Run for the exit.

The stranger stays crouched but starts moving toward you on all fours. Its animalistic motion is uncanny. As the stranger is illuminated by the fire, it rises. Your heart skips several beats, and your brain loses its grip on reality. Towering above you is a mountain of muscle and fur, a creature out of a campfire story. At full height, he is 7 feet tall. He has the body of a wolf but is oriented upright, more like a man. His feet are large wolf paws, his legs a fusion of human and wolf characteristics, but his enormous hands are more humanlike, with the exception of the black, claw-like nails. His features are canine, but strangely cute and youthful, almost puppy-like. His irises are dark blue and huge, surrounded by significant white like a human's eyes. His mouth is slightly agape. His muzzle is shorter than a wolf's, with rounder, thicker teeth, a dark pink tongue, and a clay-red canine nose. His chest and abdomen are a perfect wall of chiseled muscle covered uniformly in short fuzz that lets your eyes trace his contours down to the sheath at his crotch, which is as thick around as your upper arm and sits above two fist-sized orbs in a tight fur pouch. He flexes his chest a bit and stretches out his arms. He cocks an eyebrow and draws his lips back into a seeming smile. It is almost as if he is asking, "Like what you see?" [[I sure do!]] He has the physique of a demigod, and I've reached adulthood without so much as a peck on the cheek from someone who wasn't a parent. [[No! He's a monster!]] Tell him not to come any closer.

Sensing your hesitation and arousal, the wolfman nimbly shifts back into crouching mode. It is incredible how easily he switches between the behaviors and postures of man and wolf. He pads forward gently on all fours, shyly approaching you. You remain dumbfounded by the otherworldliness of the moment. He passes his head under your hand, lifting it up to rest on his warm, fluffy fur. You gently stroke your hand towards his back, unsure if this is what he really wants. After all, you've never met a man or wolf who wanted you to pet him. Then again, the only man you've ever met is your father. The wolfman leans into your touch and begins adoringly brushing his face against your leg. He seems delighted by your gesture. You become a little more aggressive and give him a scratch around the ears, which flatten out a bit while he eagerly pushes back against your touch. It occurs to you that such a powerful creature probably can't nimbly scratch himself this way. He lifts his chin up a bit, and you move your gentle scratches down below his jaw. His eyes close in pleasure, and he starts to lean further and further back until he can no longer remain crouching but instead falls onto his back in bliss. His arm swats near your ankles as he falls, bringing your hands forward on his chest and torso as you drop to your knees beside him. His chest and torso feel very different than the furry areas you have been petting so far. The fur here is shorter and not fluffy, but velvety soft. His muscles are hard and bulging and are arranged completely as a man's would be. One of your hands begins tracing his pectorals, while the other explores his abdominals. His eyes remain closed, and he emits an occasional soft whine. You are playing this beast like an instrument. His muscular body is setting off sensations of pleasure between your legs and up through your pelvis. You are starting to get off on this a bit. And he appears to be as well, because a red point emerges from his thick sheath. In just the few seconds it takes you to consider what you should do next, several more inches sprout, revealing more of the wolfman's cock. You are startled by its rapid emergence. It is blood red, covered in a fine mesh of purple veins. The shape curves up on both sides, with a narrow projection at the tip that starts to become coated with clear drool leaking from his wide pee hole. [[I want to explore it.|explore cock, cave]] [[I want to go home now.|cocktease, cave]]

You yank the flaming branch back out of the campfire and yell, "Stay there; don't come any closer!" He flinches at your rejection and starts backing away into a crouch. His puppy-dog eyes express sadness and longing. Your voice is trembling: "I'm leaving now. Please, just stay there until I am gone." As you circle away from him, heading for the distant exit, your back bumps into the cave wall, and you involuntarily jump. You keep one hand probing the wall as you leave and the other on the flaming branch. Once there are about 10 paces between you, he stands again, and you quicken your egress. It seems like an eternity before you emerge into the sunlight, at which point you drop the branch and immediately start running away. You reach the cliff before you are finally so out of breath that you are forced to stop and rest. Dusk is approaching. Unless you keep up a jog, you won't reach the trail until well after dark. You realize you left your basket behind. A whole day's work is lost, but who knows what else you might have lost back there? The rest of your journey home is a prolonged, grueling foot race against the memory of the beast you left behind. You can't shake the feeling that he could spring out of the shadows at any moment. Luckily, you reach the trail just after sunset. You will be able to follow it even in the intensifying darkness. Entering your cabin, your mother approaches with concern in her eyes: "Your father was just about to go looking for you." She sees you are empty-handed and asks, "What happened?" Your father approaches from your parent's room. He has his hunting gear on. [[Lie. I was chased by a pack of wolves and lost my basket.|(END) lie about cave]] [[Tell your story. |(END) Tell your story cliff after dream]]

Your parents are not in the habit of distrusting you, but your explanation doesn't sit right with them. Your father watches you carefully, apparently trying to confirm that you are not injured. He suggests that perhaps your basket can be found tomorrow. The next morning, your parents go out gathering, leaving you at home with chores. You wonder if they will encounter the wolfman, and if so, will they be safe? Perhaps you should have told them? As dusk approaches, you hear a wolf howling in the distance, and instantly your encounter returns to your mind. You become preoccupied by the thought of what might be happening to them. Soon after, your parents return laden with foraged supplies and in a chipper mood. They report being unable to find your basket. You all turn in early that night, and you drift into a dreamless sleep. You awaken some hours later with a massive, clawed hand pressed over your mouth, while other, equally strong hands restrain your limbs and lift you from your bed. Bound in leather straps, you are silently passed through your window into the waiting arms of a creature whose kind you have encountered before. Cradled in his powerful furred arms, you feel something red hot, thick, and pointed occasionally bob upwards and strike your backside as your abductors carry you away into the night. Ending: Nope Select this ending at the beginning of the sequel to continue your story.

Blowjob, cunnilingus You steal a quick glance at his face. One eye is slightly open. He's been watching you ogle his fattening meat. His lips curl back into a devilish smile. Was this puppy routine all a ruse? He tenses his abdominal muscles, and a few more inches of wolf cock pop out of the sheath. It's at least eight inches long now, with more on the way. At its broadest point, it is as thick around as your arm, but it tapers significantly near the tip. A ridge runs down the underside, carrying his precum down his shaft. He raises his hips a bit, and his monster cock points toward you. You move your mouth to the tip of the pulsing rod and lick up a slight taste of his precum. It is vaguely salty and not at all objectionable. The scent from his groin, however, is intoxicating. The musky, spicy odor is much more concentrated here, and it leaves your head swimming. Blood is pumping to your groin and your clit is becoming rock hard. You begin suckling the top of his cock while wringing your hands around his sheath. Another six inches surge forward, followed by a knot as big around as your knee. It would destroy a human pussy. You begin working the cock with both hands while passing the head in and out of your mouth. Your tongue repeatedly delves into his pee hole, causing him to clench his thighs and buttocks when you do. The wolfman lifts your legs up and points your backside directly at his face. He removes your boots carefully, followed by your britches. You cooperate by shimmying them down for him, exposing your flushed sex. His tongue begins eagerly lapping from your pussy lips to your anus, occasionally snaking into your vagina, until you are sopping wet from a combination of his spit and your juices. Your mind is reeling. You are in a state of ecstasy that none of your masturbatory efforts in the past could ever vaguely compare to. Your only desire at this moment is to spend your life with his cock in your mouth and his tongue in your pussy. The wolfman, however, has other plans. He lifts you with the ease you might lift a child's doll and stands up. He has turned you around so your virgin slit is aligned with his monstrous manhood. You are about to be fucked for the first time ... Hold my hands over my privates and [[firmly say no.|cave oral]] Are you freaking kidding me? Yes! [[Fuck me |(END) cave Standing fuck]] you magnificent animal!

Having successfully completed your very first cocktease, you decide you've had enough and it's time to call it a day. Certainly, your engorged new friend will simply turn off his erection and go back to being a silly puppy now, right? That's how male anatomy works, right? You pull back your hands and lay them atop your thighs as you prepare to rise. The wolfman lets out a harrumph that is followed by a pitiful sigh. He turns his hips from side to side, causing his growing canine pole to swing back and forth hypnotically. You have to admit, [[it does look enticing. |explore cock, cave]] Nope. This cocktease is [[going home.|going home from cave]]

"It was nice meeting you," you say awkwardly. You pick up the flaming branch from the fire and use it to make your way to the exit. The wolfman looks confused and disappointed, but he makes no move to stop you. At the exit, you drop the flame and pick up your basket, then begin hurrying downhill. It is very late, and you will have to keep up a rushed pace to get home before nightfall. As you travel, your mind is preoccupied with thoughts of the wolfman. You barely make it to the trail before you are in total darkness. It is very slow going trying to follow the trail like this, but you are confident you will make it. An hour or so later, you catch a glimpse of torchlight up ahead. Your father came looking for you. He calls to you in relief and asks if you are alright. [[Lie. |(END) Lie, pack of wolves, cave, basket]] I had to take the long way around to avoid a pack of wolves. [[Tell your story. |(END) Truth, cave, basket]]

Your father is not in the habit of distrusting you, but your explanation doesn't sit right with him. He pays close attention to you, giving you the impression he wants to make sure you are truly okay. You and your father head home in silence. Once you are back at your cabin, your mother rushes out to greet you. "What happened?" she asks with alarm. Your father replies, "She ran into some wolves, but she's fine." Your mother encourages you to eat and rest. The next morning, your parents go out gathering, leaving you at home with chores. You wonder if they will encounter the wolfman, and if so, will they be safe? Perhaps you should have told them? As dusk approaches, you hear a wolf howling in the distance, and instantly your encounter returns to your mind. You become preoccupied by the thought of what might be happening to them. Soon after, your parents return laden with foraged supplies and in a chipper mood. You all turn in early that night, and you drift into a dreamless sleep. You awaken some hours later with a massive, clawed hand pressed over your mouth, while other, equally strong hands restrain your limbs and lift you from your bed. Bound in leather straps, you are silently passed through your window into the waiting arms of a creature whose kind you have encountered before. Cradled in his powerful furred arms, you feel something red hot, thick, and pointed occasionally bob upwards and strike your backside as your abductors carry you away into the night. Ending: Nope Select this ending at the beginning of the sequel to continue your story.

Drugged He changes plans quickly and sits you on his chest. He watches your eyes while he moves his face back to your wet cunny. He waits to see if you will grant him oral access again. Your body reacts before your brain, and your hands grant him permission to complete his journey toward your climax. Soon, you are riding his face and grinding your pussy down fiercely upon his fat tongue. You switch indecisively between caressing his furry head, using his broad shoulders for leverage, and cupping your hands tightly behind your head to maximize the currents of pleasure flowing in curling tendrils from your pussy out to your quivering limbs. This last position is the most arousing, and you moan lewdly as you reach orgasm with the beast's tongue buried inside your twat. Once you have recovered sufficiently, you move into a position to return the favor. Pumping his meat, he brings it up to your waiting lips, and you begin lapping at the tip to encourage him to cum. You don't have to wait long. Titanic torrents of his seed begin gushing from his canine prick and striking your face. Some squirts into your mouth, and you get your first taste of the salty man goop. You cup your hands beneath his member and collect the ejaculate. It is so hot, it almost steams. Soon, stray blasts coat your hair and your tits, and you are utterly plastered in his semen. The overpowering odor of his seed has a bizarre, unexpected effect on you. Your head swims. Your eyes become foggy. You develop an irresistible urge to drink the slime he deposited in your hands. You bring it to your lips and desperately gulp it. As the thick, delicious goo passes down your throat, you are overcome with giddiness and sensuous excitement. You grasp the wolfman's cock and begin milking it with both hands, trying to get more semen from him, but the tap has run dry for the moment. Feeling a rope of his seed sliding down your arm, you lap it up eagerly and then lie back upon the cave floor and writhe in a cloud of euphoria until you fall asleep. When you awaken again, the cave is in complete darkness. You are engulfed by the wolfman's massive, warm, furry body. You are as completely naked as he is. He is holding you tenderly. You silently belch a bit and taste the wolfman's cum rise at the back of your throat. Though your living bed feels delightful on your skin, your head feels groggy and aches badly as you move. You are also sticky all over with dry cum. You squirm until his titanic arms release you, and he starts to rouse. You start petting across his fur until you can find his face. You rub the side of his head gently and ask, "Can you light the fire for me, please?" He quickly complies. The increasing light pierces your eyes and intensifies your headache, causing you to wince. You can see the concern on his canine face. "I have a headache," you tell him. You shut your eyes tight and begin rubbing them with both hands until false lights start to flash. You can hear the wolfman stand and approach you. When you open your eyes, the lights begin to recede, and you can start making out your lupine lover. He is digging in the space below his balls. He swiftly brings that hand to your face and smears something hot and oily on your nose and mouth. You initially sputter in protest at the bizarre prank, until your nostrils become filled with an incredibly concentrated version of the hyper-masculine musky scent that permeates the wolfman's crotch and body fluids. Instantly, your headache stops, your senses focus, and a mild version of the euphoria you experienced the night before returns. Your vulva becomes hot and tingly, and your clit erect. Your vagina feels painfully empty. Your brain feels disturbed by this bizarre, animal reaction. I need to ... [[Go. |(END) return from the hills]] Tell him that at dawn you must go home because your father will come hunting for you. [[Be bred. |(END) Bred in the cave]] Lie back and invite him to take you.

Standing fuck, vaginal He suspends you in mid-air, amazing you with his strength. Then he carefully inserts his pointed tip into your virginal slit and gently pulls you down onto the spreading curvature of his shaft. As he widens within you, you wince in a bit of pain, and he draws back. He repeats this a few times, preparing you for what is to come, and then sheathes several inches within you while you cry out in pain at the loss of your hymen. With that formality out of the way, you start to melt at the feeling of having his manhood within you. Having delicately stolen your cherry, the wolfman continues his precision assault, moving slower and deeper with his return thrust. He is in full control of your body. Your eyes involuntarily roll up, and a feral groan parts your lips. He wastes no time inserting his tongue into your waiting mouth, and you begin exchanging deep tongue kisses. Your bliss is total. The rhythm he strikes is ringing you like a bell and causing vibrations of pleasure throughout your whole body. No, this is not how you imagined your first time, but you would be willing to live the rest of your life being fucked all day by this virile beast. As he sinks deeper, you can finally get your feet to his hips, and you plant your heels into his sides and start kicking his toned ass gently toward you, encouraging his forward momentum into your abused twat. In truth, you know he cannot go any further without hurting you, and it must be taking him a lot of self-control not to simply break open your womb with the pointed tip of his cock and then rupture your pussy with his knot as you approach a joint climax. Your pussy convulses and milks the wolfman's crimson manhood, sending him over the edge. He starts spasming wildly within you. Ropes of thick canine seed feel as if they are shooting directly into your womb. The massive volume of his ejaculate cannot be contained and begins spraying out in noisy spurts from where your overstretched pussy rings his fat crimson wolf cock. You scream incoherently and rake your fingers across his broad, furry back. The wolfman begins lowering you to the ground while remaining partially sheathed within you. Your pussy sends your brain a severe complaint once the tremendous canine phallus dislodges and leaves you gaping. You feel a torrent of beast cum drain from your depths and run down your crotch, pooling around your anus. Your lover lies beside you, cradling you in his powerful arms, until you both fall asleep. You awaken the next morning to the sensation of the wolfman hastily pulling away from you. Coming from the direction of the cave entrance are torchlight and the silhouette of a man. Your mind is preoccupied with one thought: daddy is here. In vain, you start fumbling in the dark for your clothes. The sound of your movements leads your father to call out your name and rush forward. You hear the wolfman lifting something bulky from the cave stash. A hefty pole, perhaps intended for carrying a bound carcass, flies over your head and spins around into your father's chest, flattening him to the ground. As you start to rise to your knees, the wolfman scoops up your naked body, throws you over his furred back, and bolts for the entrance of the cave. The bouncing motion of his escape throws your head up against a low-hanging rock, dazing you. As your consciousness dims, you feel strangely amused by the swishing of the wolfman's tail, which occasionally brushes your nose while your hands lightly slap his flexing backside. Ending: Bred at Supper Select this ending at the beginning of the sequel to continue your story.

Missionary, cunnilingus, vaginal, impregnation You spread your arms behind you and lower your back to the ground. You cup your ample breasts with both hands and raise the globes enticingly while gently pinching your nipples. Immediately, his phallus flops back out of its sheath and starts engorging. His canine mouth hangs open slightly, and he starts to pant. His eyes look upon you adoringly, as if he is seeing the most gorgeous female on the planet. Your brain can't help but feel flattered. You open your legs for him and close your eyes. Seconds later, the wolfman's mouth is buried in your crotch, eagerly devouring your sex. He steadily works you up into a state of high arousal while you rub your hands sensually across his furry head, coaxing him to keep his tongue buried in your cunny. A wave of ecstasy washes over you when your orgasm hits. Everywhere at once, your body trembles, while your pussy convulses in pleasure around the wolfman's masterful tongue. As the spasm starts to pass, you feel flushed all over. You whisper breathlessly, "Fuck my pussy, please." The wolfman crawls over you and holds his body up with both hands. Your head barely reaches his neck. His titanic meat smears precum over your vulva and pubic mound as he shifts his hips around, probing for your twat. Once his pointed tip is inserted, he jerks forward slightly, thrusting several inches in. The pain of the penetration causes flashes in your eyes. You yelp and cry out as your hymen is torn. The wolfman grunts, then withdraws gently before working his cock back into you. The second penetration is less painful and more rewarding. Your grateful pussy marvels at how full it feels. Soon, he establishes a rhythm to his thrusts, and sensations of pleasure begin washing over your whole body as you are fucked for the first time. You wrap your arms around him, pulling him closer. The velvety fur across his rippling chest and abdominal muscles feels sublime. You can watch his gorgeous cock pistoning into you. He is holding back his full length. Whenever his thrusts threaten to cause pain, he responds to your gasps by pulling back slightly. Occasionally, you feel his firm furry sack slap between your inner thighs. His pace becomes quicker, his breathing heavier, and his grunting louder. You rake your nails down his back and moan in bliss. His body clenches, and he emits a rumbling, inhuman howl. You feel a thick rope of his seed jet inside you. At that moment, you feel a jolt from your pussy and start quivering around his massive member. The trembling spreads up through you, and your vagina begins milking the intruder. Your cervix laps his load while you experience the most intense orgasm of your young life. No masturbatory effort in your past can compare to the sheer ecstasy of this moment. Your sex is rejoicing in being bred by this powerful male, and your womb eagerly prepares itself for fertilization in hopes of carrying his pups. The wolfman's arms tremble as he spasms several more times, the last of his seed emptying into your well-fucked pussy. Your pussy sends your brain a severe complaint once the tremendous canine phallus dislodges and leaves you gaping. You feel a torrent of beast cum drain from your depths and run down your crotch, pooling around your anus. You can only lie there, splayed and twitching, while the wolfman rolls off of you and admires his handiwork. He brings his mouth to yours, and you explore each other's tongues in post-coital bliss. Though you are completely spent, he seems even more invigorated. He rises in a crouch and starts running his hands gently beneath you. Before you can regain control of your motor functions, he throws you over his shoulder and carries you off into the wilds. Ending: Addicted to Love Select this ending at the beginning of the sequel to continue your story.

The wolfman looks frustrated and worried by your plan to leave. He takes your hands into his and gently pulls you close until they are resting on his chest. "I need time to think," you explain. "I won't tell my parents where you are. Then I can come back in a few days and tell you what I've decided." His eyes dart around momentarily. He stands up and paces in a state of agitation. You can bet he'd have a lot to say if he could talk. He stops pacing and starts gesturing at you, making a series of quick, curious symbols with his hands. When he sees you cannot understand, he looks toward the entrance of the cave. Dawn has come. You wash up and get dressed. Without soap, it is a struggle to clean off the hardened cum glaze you were plastered with the night before. The wolfman sits lost in thought in front of the fire. Before you leave, he heats on a stick some of the gamey meat you found yesterday and hands it to you. It smells much better cooked than it did in the bag, but it still is not very palatable. Regardless, you will travel better with a full belly. He walks with you to the mouth of the cave and then crouches at the entrance. You run your hand through the fur on his head and then depart. Your journey down from the hills is a blur. You cannot stop thinking of the wolfman. Just before you reach the cliff, you encounter your father. "I thought I'd lost you!" he exclaims as he rushes forward to embrace you. You explain that you had been exploring the hills and lost track of time yesterday, so you spent the night in a cave. He nods in understanding before replying, "Smells like it must have been an abandoned wolf's den! You really must get a bath when we get home." Your father demands a swift pace from you as you travel home. He explains that he wants to reduce the time your mother will spend worrying. Once you arrive home, she scolds you for scaring them. You all turn in early that night, and you drift into a dreamless sleep. You awaken some hours later with a massive clawed hand pressed over your mouth, while other, equally strong hands restrain your limbs and lift you from your bed. Bound in leather straps, you are silently passed through your window into the waiting arms of a creature whose kind you have encountered before. Cradled in his powerful, furred arms, you feel something red hot, thick, and pointed occasionally bob upwards and strike your backside as your abductors carry you away into the night. Ending: Pud Up and Shud Up Select this ending at the beginning of the sequel to continue your story.

You cannot control the fear that has seized you. You turn your heel and bolt from the cave. Your descent down from the hills is a blur. Every shadow is the wolfman. Every stirring of the leaves by a swelling breeze is his approach. You reach the cliff before you are finally so out of breath that you are forced to stop and rest. Dusk is approaching. Unless you keep up a jog, you won't reach the trail until well after dark. You realize you left your basket behind. A whole day's work is lost, but who knows what else you might have lost back there? The rest of your journey home is a prolonged, grueling foot race against the memory of the beast you left behind. You can't shake the feeling that he could spring out of the shadows at any moment. Luckily, you reach the trail just after sunset. You will be able to follow it even in the intensifying darkness. Entering your cabin, your mother approaches with concern in her eyes. "Your father was just about to go looking for you." She sees you are empty-handed and asks, "What happened?" Your father approaches from your parent's room. He has his hunting gear on. [[Lie. I was chased by a pack of wolves and lost my basket.|(END) lie about cave]] [[Tell your story. |(END) Tell your story no proof, far]]

Bondage, cunnilingus, vaginal, nonconsensual The kindling catches fire quickly, but your attacker does not take the bait. Instead, massive fists pummel the back of your head, sending you face-first into the supplies you were trying to burn. Lights flash before your eyes, and your ears go deaf as you lose consciousness. When you awaken, it is unclear how much time has passed. You're naked, arms and legs splayed, bound, and bent over a rack. You have a pounding headache. A small campfire crackles behind you, casting a dancing shadow of your helpless form against the cave wall. You can see that the kindling is gone and the supplies nearby are slightly burned. It appears your attacker realizes you are awake, as another shadow begins to loom over yours on the wall. You twist your head around to get a better view as the figure approaches. Towering above you is a mountain of muscle and fur, a creature out of a campfire story. At full height, he is 7 feet tall. He has the body of a wolf but is oriented upright, more like a man. His feet are large wolf paws, his legs a fusion of human and wolf characteristics, but his enormous hands are more humanlike, with the exception of the black, claw-like nails. His features are canine, but strangely cute and youthful, almost puppy-like. His irises are dark blue and huge, surrounded by significant white like a human's eyes. His mouth is slightly agape. His muzzle is shorter than a wolf's, with rounder, thicker teeth, a dark pink tongue, and a clay-red, canine nose. His chest and abdomen are a perfect wall of chiseled muscle covered uniformly in short fuzz that lets your eyes trace his contours down to the sheath at his crotch, which is as thick around as your upper arm and sits above two fist-sized orbs in a tight fur pouch. Several inches of his animalistic cock poke up from the sheath as he approaches you. He massages his giant testicles while examining your delicate body. The wolfman kneels behind you and plants his muzzle in your crotch. He begins licking upward from your virginal slit to your equally virginal anus. His tongue is oddly thick and quick. It snakes inside of you, occasionally causing your sex to tingle and your restrained limbs to jerk. He grabs his engorged meat and begins spreading his precum around your entrance before he tries to slide in. You yelp at the intrusion of just an inch of the tip. With a single, terrible thrust, he buries his gargantuan organ into your tight, virgin pussy, splitting you open in a moment of searing pain. The cave lights up with flashing stars that offer no illumination. He pulls out completely, and you involuntarily cry out in horror. Tears are streaming down your face. He buries his tongue in your snatch and starts lapping up your virginal blood. The sensation is actually soothing and reduces the pain you are feeling. After slobbering in your slit for a few moments, he lines his cock back up with your pussy and penetrates again, this time more carefully and not as deeply. You can feel the curve of his burning hot wolf cock spreading you open wide once more. Surprisingly, you do not feel pain this time, but a ripple of involuntary pleasure as your pussy stretches around his girth. He establishes a slow rhythm with you, working himself up into your privates without going so deep as to injure you. Your tears stop flowing, and your mind is forced to contend with the increasing lustful signals from your battered sex. Your response? [[I am being raped. |(END) I am being raped. cave]] It's my first time, and I am being taken by this monstrous thing. I go numb. I have been conquered. Maybe this is what I really wanted ... a mate that could ravish me, mark me, and make me his bitch. [[Gods, this is starting to feel so good. |Starting to enjoy it, the cave]]

The stampeding figure leaps towards you, attempting to envelop you with its powerfully muscled body. With all the force you can muster, you shove your blade forward into its chest. There is a roar of agony that is cut short by the sound of it choking on its own blood. You barely manage to avoid being crushed beneath it as it collapses to the ground with the force of a falling tree. Your hands, arms, and shoulders are in incredible pain from the impact of your collision. You are uncertain how long you spend trying to override your shock and regain the ability to move. With a trembling hand, you lift your flame above the fallen form so you can examine what you have killed. Your brain can barely fathom what you see. Crumpled upon the cave floor is something out of a campfire story - a monstrous hybrid between man and wolf. He is lying on his side. You estimate he is 7 feet from head to foot. He has the body of a wolf but is oriented to walk upright, more like a man. His feet are large wolf paws, his legs a fusion of human and wolf characteristics, but his enormous hands are more humanlike, with the exception of the black, claw-like nails. His features are canine, but strangely youthful, almost puppy-like. His bloody maw hangs open. His muzzle is shorter than a wolf's, with rounder, thicker teeth and a clay-red canine nose. His chest and abdomen are a perfect wall of chiseled muscle covered uniformly in short fuzz that lets your eyes trace his contours down to the sheath at his crotch, which is as thick around as your upper arm and sits above two fist-sized orbs in a tight fur pouch. Your blade is lodged deeply in his chest. The hilt is completely soaked in blood. Clearly, you pierced his heart. You see an unlit campfire near the corpse. You place your burning branch on it, reasoning that it will be easier to clean up with proper lighting. As the fire grows, you return to the corpse and withdraw your blade. Your hands are drenched in the beast's blood. You wash the blade and your hands in the nearby pool, then carefully put your gear away. Dusk approaches. You are exhausted and sore all over. You cannot make it home before dark. Your mind is torn between two possibilities ... [[Camp in the cave tonight.|(END) Camp in the cave tonight.]] [[Leave the hills and camp in the forest tonight.|(END) Leave the hills and camp in the forest tonight.]]

Impregnation, nonconsensual Your virginity was stolen by force, your precious vagina has been defiled by an act of bestial obscenity, and your first time is straight out of a nightmare. This wolfman monster has dominated you completely and is breeding you like his bitch. His pace has quickened, and your cunny is gripping his intruding member tighter, milking it desperately. Your core starts trembling as he brings you to a mutual climax. This is the worst part of it all. Your sex has betrayed you and cooperated with your attacker, reveling in the violation while tears pour down your devastated face. He is in total control of your innocent, feminine body, which only exists for him to plant his seed at any moment. His seed ... your brain conjures images of a torrent of cum flooding your womb, and then you suckling a wolf cub in your arms. In a panicked voice, you cry, "Pull out!" Over the years, you have heard your mother gasp it while she and your father made love. But you never expected to be screaming it in terror. "Don't cum inside me, please don't!" His response is to squeeze your hips more forcefully and lurch his body up. For the first time, he doesn't hold back. He strikes you at your deepest point, sending a jolt of pain through you. You are being flooded with his semen. Warm, wet jets are flowing into you one after another. Your pussy can't help but respond. It unleashes a torrent of orgasmic bliss, which collides with your fear of being inseminated. Your limbs spasm, and you groan in dreadful ecstasy. There is too much cum for your tight little cunny to contain. It sprays out in noisy spurts from the tightly stretched ring your vagina makes around his enormous canine cock. He remains on top of you, panting heavily. He begins nipping and licking at your neck while you twitch beneath him involuntarily. Tears continue to flow steadily from your eyes while you think about having been bred. After a minute, he slides out of you with a wet plop, and gushes of semen spurt loudly from your abused twat. Rivers of white streaked with your red virginal blood flow between your legs and pool on the ground beneath you. You spend several more hours bound to the rack before he releases you from it. He leaves your hands and feet bound, though, and heaves you up onto his back. As dawn breaks, he carries you out of the cave and into the wilderness. Ending: Dishonor before the Little Death Select this ending at the beginning of the sequel to continue your story.

Your virginity was stolen by force, but that fact only makes this rape rut more pleasurable for you. This wolfman stud has dominated you completely and is breeding you like his bitch. His pace has quickened, and your cunny is gripping his intruding member tighter, milking it desperately. You begin thrusting back to meet his penetrations. Your core starts trembling as he brings you to a mutual climax. He is in total control of your soft, feminine body, which only exists for him to plant his seed. His seed ... your brain conjures images of a torrent of cum flooding your womb, and then you suckling a wolf cub in your arms. You yell ... [['"Pull out!"' |(END) Pull out burning cave]] [['"Cum in me!"' |(END) cum in burning cave]]

Impregnation "Cum in me!" you cry. When your mother told you about sex, she said that a man puts his seed in you to make a baby. If you don't want a baby, he needs to spill his seed outside of you. You found the idea intensely arousing, a secret of life finally revealed. "Cum in me!" you cry again. Whether or not you really want his child, at the moment, you want his seed. The idea of him cumming in you is overwhelmingly arousing. His response is to squeeze your hips more forcefully and lurch his body up. For the first time, he doesn't hold back. He strikes you at your deepest point, sending a jolt of pain through you. You are being flooded with his semen. Warm, wet jets are flowing into you one after another. You adore the sensation, which creates a cascade of bliss as your orgasm washes over you. Your limbs spasm, and you groan in ecstasy. There is too much cum for your tight little cunny to contain. It sprays out in noisy spurts from the tightly stretched ring your vagina makes around his enormous canine cock. He remains on top of you, panting heavily, for a minute before he slides out of you with a wet plop. Gushes of semen spurt loudly from your abused twat. Rivers of white streaked with your red virginal blood flow between your legs and pool on the ground below. He unbinds you from the rack and then turns you around and moves his mouth toward yours. You part your lips to let him in. His wide tongue eagerly explores your mouth, and this forced coitus officially becomes a love-making session. You begin rubbing your hands down his rippling flanks, reveling in the feel of his velvety fur. You spend several hours sleeping together with your naked bodies entwined. Shortly before dawn, he throws your exhausted body over his thickly muscled back and carries you out of the cave and into the wilderness. Ending: Wonder Bred Select this ending at the beginning of the sequel to continue your story.

Impregnation, nonconsensual "Pull out!" you cry. Over the years, you have heard your mother gasp it while she and your father made love. She had only told you recently about sex and that a man puts his seed in you to make a baby. If you don't want a baby, he needs to spill his seed outside of you. "Pull out!" you cry again. His response is to squeeze your hips more forcefully and lurch his body up. For the first time, he doesn't hold back. He strikes you at your deepest point, sending a jolt of pain through you. You are being flooded with his semen. Warm, wet jets are flowing into you one after another. Your pussy can't help but respond. It sends a cascade of orgasmic bliss that collides with your fear of being inseminated. Your limbs spasm, and you groan in dreadful ecstasy. There is too much cum for your tight little cunny to contain. It sprays out in noisy spurts from the tightly stretched ring your vagina makes around his enormous canine cock. He remains on top of you, panting heavily. He begins nipping and licking at your neck while you twitch beneath him involuntarily. Tears pool at the corners of your eyes while you think about having been bred. After a minute, he slides out of you with a wet plop, and gushes of semen spurt loudly from your abused twat. Rivers of white streaked with your red virginal blood flow between your legs and pool on the ground below. You spend several more hours bound to the rack before he releases you from it. He leaves your hands and feet bound, though, and heaves you up onto his back. As dawn breaks, he carries you out of the cave and into the wilderness. Ending: Dishonor before the Little Death Select this ending at the beginning of the sequel to continue your story.

Dream, cowgirl, vaginal You return to the mouth of the cave and rekindle the campfire. The air will certainly be fresher there in the morning than if you were to awaken near the corpse tomorrow. Undoubtedly, your parents will be worried about you, and your father will try to scout for you. However, this far out, the journey is too long and treacherous to make by torch light. Thoughts of their concern, combined with thoughts of the slain wolfman, make it hard for you to fall asleep. At some point, well after midnight, exhaustion finally forces your body to rest. Several hours after going to sleep, you awaken to the sounds of intermittent moaning within the cave. Your campfire is dim and smoky, but there appears to be more light coming from within the depths of the cave. You head towards the light, tracing your hand along the cold stone of the cave wall as you go. The moaning becomes more frequent as you get closer. Rounding the corner to the inner chamber, you see a naked female with her back to you. Shadows make it difficult to see her features in detail, but her voluptuous silhouette indicates she is in the prime of life. She is straddling the wolfman and pressing her hands against his chest.As she rises and falls, you can see she is fucking herself on his enormous canine phallus while writhing in ecstasy. From behind you, you can hear your father calling your name at the entrance of the cave. However, you cannot take your attention off of the carnal spectacle long enough to acknowledge him. Your father calls your name again, and the female turns around while impaled upon the wolfman's cock and calls in your voice, "Daddy?!" You awaken to see your father leaning over you. It appears to be several hours after sunrise. Your father's eyes express deep concern. "I've seen the footprints." He gestures toward the blood stains all over your vest and asks, "What happened?!" "I'll show you," you respond. Together, you head back into the cave so you can show him the corpse of the wolfman. Your body aches, and your foggy mind flashes back to the bizarre dream you were having before your father woke you. He gasps at the sight of the corpse. He becomes increasingly agitated as he hurriedly examines the wolfman and the supplies. "I am proud of you," he says in a hushed tone, "but we need to get out of here. There are undoubtedly more." He instructs you to leave the basket so it doesn't slow you down. Together, you steadily unwind the path you took the day before. Your father's expert tracking skill and fleet footedness led him straight to you, but his pace now is considerate of your aching body. You stop to rest several times on the way. You can barely stand by the time you reach your family's cabin late that afternoon. Having heard your approach, your mother comes out and embraces you, planting a kiss on your cheek and stroking your hair. Almost comically, your father runs right past her and into your house. Before you can begin to answer the frantic questions she is showering upon you, he emerges again carrying sacks of supplies. Your mother turns her questions upon him, and he responds in a deep, clipped command. "We must leave tomorrow morning at first light. Gather only what you need to reach Iarnben. There is something terrible in the hills. We are no longer safe here." He urges your mother to give you some food and put you to bed, then to rejoin him to help get packed. She follows his instructions. After cleaning up and filling your stomach, you collapse into bed and drift into a dreamless sleep. You awaken some hours later with a massive clawed hand pressed over your mouth, while other, equally strong hands, restrain your limbs and lift you from your bed. Bound in leather straps, you are silently passed through your window into the waiting arms of a creature whose kind you have encountered before. Cradled in his powerful, furred arms, you feel something red hot, thick, and pointed occasionally bob upwards and strike your backside as your abductors carry you away into the night. Ending: Stranger than Fiction Select this ending at the beginning of the sequel to continue your story.

You pick up your basket and trudge downhill. You manage to reach the slope before total darkness overtakes you. Along a rocky outcropping, you start a fire and camp for the night. Undoubtedly, your parents will be worried about you, and your father will try to scout for you. However, this far out, the journey is too long and treacherous to make by torch light. Thoughts of their concern, combined with thoughts of the slain wolfman, make it hard for you to fall asleep. At some point, well after midnight, exhaustion finally forces your body to rest. You are awoken by the sound of your father gently calling your name. The sun appears to have been up for several hours, though it barely pierces the thinning canopy above your campsite. Your father has a worried expression. "Are you hurt? Where did this blood come from?" He gestures to the stains spattered all over your vest. You tell him your tale of slaying the wolfman. Your father listens with growing alarm; his eyes express shock, horror, and belief. You gather from his reaction that he is not unfamiliar with what you are describing. Your father moves his eyes in the direction of the hills. In a hushed but determined voice, he says, "I'm very proud of you, but we must get home now." You steadily unwind the path you took the day before. Your father's expert tracking skill and fleet footedness led him straight to you, but his pace now is considerate of your aching body. You stop to rest several times on the way. You can barely stand by the time you reach your family's cabin late that afternoon. Having heard your approach, your mother comes out and embraces you, planting a kiss on your cheek and stroking your hair. Almost comically, your father runs right past her and into your house. Before you can begin to answer the frantic questions she is showering upon you, he emerges again carrying sacks of supplies. Your mother turns her questions upon him, and he responds in a deep, clipped command. "We must leave tomorrow morning at first light. Gather only what you need to reach Iarnben. There is something terrible in the hills. We are no longer safe here." He urges your mother to give you some food and put you to bed, then to rejoin him to help get packed. She follows his instructions. After cleaning up and filling your stomach, you collapse into bed and drift into a dreamless sleep. You awaken some hours later with a massive clawed hand pressed over your mouth, while other, equally strong hands restrain your limbs and lift you from your bed. Bound in leather straps, you are silently passed through your window into the waiting arms of a creature whose kind you have encountered before. Cradled in his powerful furred arms, you feel something red hot, thick, and pointed occasionally bob upwards and strike your backside as your abductors carry you away into the night. Ending: Stranger than Fiction Select this ending at the beginning of the sequel to continue your story.

Standing fuck, vaginal He suspends you in mid-air, amazing you with his strength. Then he carefully inserts his pointed tip into your virginal slit and gently pulls you down onto the spreading curvature of his shaft. As he widens within you, you wince in a bit of pain, and he draws back. He repeats this a few times, preparing you for what is to come, and then sheathes several inches within you while you cry out in pain at the loss of your hymen. With that formality out of the way, you start to melt at the feeling of having his manhood within you. Having delicately stolen your cherry, the wolfman continues his precision assault, moving slower and deeper with his return thrust. He is in full control of your body. Your eyes roll up into your head, and a feral groan parts your lips. He wastes no time inserting his tongue into your waiting mouth, and you exchange deep tongue kisses. Your bliss is total. The rhythm he strikes is ringing you like a bell and causing vibrations of pleasure throughout your whole body. No, this is not how you imagined your first time, but you would be willing to live the rest of your life being fucked all day by this virile beast. As he sinks deeper, you can finally get your feet to his hips, and you plant your heels into his sides and start kicking his toned ass gently toward you, encouraging his forward momentum into your abused twat. In truth, you know he cannot go any further without hurting you, and it must take a lot of self-control for him not to simply break open your womb with the pointed tip of his cock and then rupture your pussy with his knot as you approach a joint climax. Your pussy starts to convulse and begins milking the wolfman's crimson manhood, sending him over the edge. He starts spasming wildly within you. Torrents of thick canine seed feel as if they are shooting directly into your womb. The massive volume of his ejaculate cannot be contained and begins spraying out in noisy spurts from where your overstretched pussy rings his fat crimson wolf cock. You scream incoherently and rake your fingers across his broad, furry back. The wolfman begins lowering you to the ground while remaining partially sheathed within you. Your pussy sends your brain a severe complaint once the tremendous canine phallus dislodges and leaves you gaping. A river of beast cum drains from your depths, running down your crotch and pooling around your anus.You can only lie there splayed and twitching while the wolfman admires his handiwork. Before you can regain control of your motor functions, he throws you over his shoulder and carries you off toward the hills. Ending: Wonder Bred Select this ending at the beginning of the sequel to continue your story.

Your parents listen with growing alarm as you describe your encounter with the wolfman. Your mother rushes forward to determine if you are feverish and checks you for a head wound. She clearly thinks you have hallucinated the entire event. Your father is silent, but his eyes express shock, horror, and belief. You gather from his reaction that he is not unfamiliar with what you are describing. Your mother realizes as much and asks him what he knows about this. He delivers his response in a deep, clipped command. "We must leave tomorrow morning at first light. Gather only what you need to reach Iarnben. We are no longer safe here." When your mother protests, he promises to explain along the way. While you and your mother prepare to travel, your father starts moving valuable supplies into his stash spots in the woods. He declines help and pleads with you both to stay indoors. The next day's trek proceeds at an unusually brisk pace. Your father frequently scouts ahead, leaving you and your mother to catch up. Though you could probably keep up with him, he asks that you stay with your mother and be ready to defend yourselves. As evening approaches, you arrive at Muddybranch River to find it swollen and moving swiftly. Your father returns from his latest scouting and informs you that the rope bridge across is gone, so you must divert your course further downstream until you can find a safer crossing. As evening falls, your father chooses a crossing spot that provokes a worried look from your mother. In the fading light, her eyes show you are sharing the same thought. This spot is more placid but will still require a swim. He must be desperate to cross the river tonight. You cross on your own, carrying your mother's supplies. Although the water was only up to your waist near the shores, the middle of the crossing required you to swim. Your father stays with your mother as they cross together. He does not let go of her. You set up camp and keep a small fire, barely sufficient to dry the wet clothes you must change out of. As you huddle by the campfire, shivering, you recall your father's promise to explain on the journey. However, you have never seen your parents look so frail as in this moment. He would not be able to explain over his chattering teeth, even if he wanted to. He presses you both to eat as much as you can before going to bed. He says he will take the first watch and wake you when it is your turn. You have never been on guard in all the years you have camped with your parents. Your sleep is fitful and freezing, and an uncertain number of hours after having gone to bed, you are awakened by your father calling you and your mother to run. The massive shadow of a wolfman is kicking out the remnants of your tiny campfire. You hear your father struggling in the darkness, then a thud and thrashing as he struggles with an attacker on the ground. The meager moonlight straining through the forest canopy is not sufficient for you to make out where your attackers are, but their peculiar musky scent pervades the area, heavily mixed with a smell like human sweat. You grab for your knife and find an enormous furred hand instead. Another pair of hands seizes your arms and pulls them behind your back while lifting you off the ground. Your mother is calling your name, then your father's. She is terrified and dazed, though apparently unharmed. Leather straps are wound around your wrists and ankles. Then you are cradled in the powerfully muscled, furry arms of a wolfman as he rapidly carries you off from the camp. Soon, he is flanked by two other wolfmen moving at astonishing speed. You feel something red hot, thick, and pointed occasionally bob upwards and strike your backside as your abductors carry you away into the night. Ending: Family Nope Select this ending at the beginning of the sequel to continue your story.

You conceal the event. Your parents are stoic people, and they do not press for information. Your mother encourages you to eat and rest, suggesting she thinks you are ill. Your father examines what you brought back and prepares to preserve it for the winter. His only response is, "A good find." He thanks you. The next morning, your parents go out gathering, leaving you at home with chores. As dusk approaches, you hear wolves howling in the distance, and instantly your encounter returns to your mind. Will they too encounter the wolfman? Should you have told them? Your concerns fade when your parents return at dusk, laden with foraged supplies and in a chipper mood. You all turn in early that night, and you drift into a dreamless sleep. You awaken some hours later with a massive, clawed hand pressed over your mouth, while other, equally strong hands restrain your limbs and lift you from your bed. Bound in leather straps, you are silently passed through your window into the waiting arms of a creature whose kind you have encountered before. Cradled in his powerful furred arms, you feel something red hot, thick, and pointed occasionally bob upwards and strike your backside as your abductors carry you away into the night. Ending: Nope Select this ending at the beginning of the sequel to continue your story.

Cunnilingus He yanks your pants down and exposes your tight, virgin sex. His long, wide, canine tongue flops out fully and begins exploring from your slit to anus, sending shocks of ecstasy up into your pelvis. You gasp as his hot tongue penetrates the opening of your vagina. Your knees buckle, and you fall forward onto him. Your hands sink into the soft, shaggy fur of his back, which feels delightful on your skin. While he works your trembling twat, you can't help but stroke him. The wolfman suddenly stands up and repositions you in front of him, his massive hands enveloping your waist. Then he slides his hands around your backside and grabs your thighs, lifting you up while aligning the tip of his fully erect, 14-inch fuck pole with your entrance. Hold my hands over my privates and [[firmly say no. |(END) say no far]] Are you freaking kidding me? Yes! [[Fuck me |(END) Standing fuck, uncertain]] you magnificent animal!

You let him head off in silence. Your journey home is a blur. Your mind is completely preoccupied with thoughts of the creature you encountered in the wilderness. It is dark when you arrive at your family's home, and your disheveled appearance and broken gear greatly alarm your parents. [[Tell your story. |(END) Tell your story, no nosey]] [[Make up a story. |(END) Make up story no nosey]]

The wolfman stops and turns back to give you one last longing gaze with his piercing, icy blue eyes. Then he continues his retreat. Your journey home is a blur. Your mind is completely preoccupied with thoughts of the creature you encountered in the wilderness. It is dark when you arrive at your family's home, and your disheveled appearance and broken gear greatly alarm your parents. [[Tell your story. |(END) Tell your story, no nosey]] [[Make up a story.|(END) Make up story no nosey]]

You tell your parents that you were attacked by a wolf and tumbled off a cliff near the hills. You show them the bloody hilt of your hunting knife and say you could not recover the blade. Your mother rushes forward to determine the extent of your wounds and urges you to lie down while she fetches food and some water to help you clean up. Your father takes the remains of your gear and promises to help you work on replacing your bow. The knife, however, will require a trip to the civilized world, which may have to wait until spring. The next morning, your parents go out gathering, leaving you at home to rest up. You begin repairing the basket and preserving the few foraged items you were able to bring home with you. As dusk approaches, you hear wolves howling in the distance, and instantly your encounter returns to your thoughts. You wonder if your parents are okay. Will they run into the wolfman? Soon after, your parents return laden with foraged supplies and in a chipper mood. You all turn in early that night, and you drift into a dreamless sleep. You awaken some hours later with a massive clawed hand pressed over your mouth, while other, equally strong hands restrain your limbs and lift you from your bed. Bound in leather straps, you are silently passed through your window into the waiting arms of a creature whose kind you have encountered before. Cradled in his powerful, furred arms, you feel something red hot, thick, and pointed occasionally bob upwards and strike your backside as your abductors carry you away into the night. Ending: Nope. Select this ending at the beginning of the sequel to continue your story.

Your parents listen with growing alarm as you describe your encounter with the wolfman. Your mother rushes forward to determine if you are feverish and checks you for a head wound. She clearly thinks you have hallucinated the entire event. Your father is silent, but his eyes express shock, horror, and belief. You gather from his reaction that he is not unfamiliar with what you are describing. Your mother realizes as much and asks him what he knows about this. He delivers his response in a deep, clipped command. "We must leave tomorrow morning at first light. Gather only what you need to reach Iarnben. We are no longer safe here." When your mother protests, he promises to explain along the way. While you and your mother prepare to travel, your father starts moving valuable supplies into his stash spots in the woods. He declines help and pleads with you both to stay indoors. The next day's trek proceeds at an unusually brisk pace. Your father frequently scouts ahead, leaving you and your mother to catch up. Though you could probably keep up with him, he asks that you stay with your mother and be ready to defend yourselves. As evening approaches, you arrive at Muddybranch River to find it swollen and moving swiftly. Your father returns from his latest scouting and informs you that the rope bridge across is gone, so you must divert your course further downstream until you can find a safer crossing. As evening falls, your father chooses a crossing spot that provokes a worried look from your mother. In the fading light, her eyes show you are sharing the same thought. This spot is more placid but will still require a swim. He must be desperate to cross the river tonight. You cross on your own, carrying your mother's supplies. Although the water was only up to your waist near the shores, the middle of the crossing required you to swim. Your father stays with your mother as they cross together. He does not let go of her. You set up camp and keep a small fire, barely sufficient to dry the wet clothes you must change out of. As you huddle by the campfire, shivering, you recall your father's promise to explain on the journey. However, you have never seen your parents look so frail as in this moment. He would not be able to explain over his chattering teeth, even if he wanted to. He presses you both to eat as much as you can before going to bed. He says he will take the first watch and wake you when it is your turn. You have never been on guard in all the years you have camped with your parents. Your sleep is fitful and freezing, and an uncertain number of hours after having gone to bed, you are awakened by your father calling you and your mother to run. The massive shadow of a wolfman is kicking out the remnants of your tiny campfire. You hear your father struggling in the darkness, then a thud and thrashing as he struggles with an attacker on the ground. The meager moonlight straining through the forest canopy is not sufficient for you to make out where your attackers are, but their peculiar musky scent pervades the area, heavily mixed with a smell like human sweat. You grab for your knife and find an enormous furred hand instead. Another pair of hands seizes your arms and pulls them behind your back while lifting you off the ground. Your mother is calling your name, then your father's. She is terrified and dazed, though apparently unharmed. Leather straps are wound around your wrists and ankles. Then you are cradled in the powerfully muscled, furry arms of a wolfman as he rapidly carries you off from the camp. Soon, he is flanked by two other wolfmen moving at astonishing speed. You feel something red hot, thick, and pointed occasionally bob upwards and strike your backside as your abductors carry you away into the night. Ending: Family Nope Select this ending at the beginning of the sequel to continue your story.

You brush your hand around the side of his head affectionately. "We have to go. My parents are probably looking for me. You need to get away." His dazzling blue eyes search your face while he ponders what you've told him. He moves into a kneeling position and then hauls himself upright using his knee as a support. He is still stiff, but he is much stronger than when you left him yesterday. He raises his massive clawed hand and points toward the hills. You gather your supplies and begin closely following beside him. Just minutes after leaving, he swivels an ear and then cocks his head back toward the camp. He gives you a worried look and gestures behind you. You whisper, "Did you hear something? Are they there?" He nods affirmatively. "Go on! I will lead them away." He grabs your hand gently and pulls you forward, beckoning you to go with him. "I can't! If my father sees me with you, I think he will kill you!" You hesitate and add, painfully, "Just like I tried to." He caresses your arm, then nudges his nose against your ear and then down your neck. He inhales deeply, seemingly memorizing your scent. Then he turns away and continues without you. You waste no time heading back in the direction of the campfire. Soon, you and your parents spot one another. They are dressed in their traveling gear. Both are armed. They appear bewildered. "What is this?" your mother asks, gesturing at the campsite and the spots of blood on the ground. She starts listing the oddities of your behavior: the missing vest, the missing food, leaving before dawn, and the blood trail through the forest. She grows increasingly agitated. While she rants, your father gathers clues. He finds the tufts of hair you cut away from the wolfman's wound and several massive wolf footprints on the disturbed earth where the wolfman spent the night. Your father holds his hand up to discourage further conversation. He points out a perfect print. "Tell me about this creature you encountered." There is no point lying. He has the evidence. You tell your story to buy the wolfman time to get away. Your parents listen with growing alarm as you describe your encounter with the wolfman. Your mother is outraged that you hid this from them. She chastises you for giving away a week's worth of food to a monster. Your father is silent, but his eyes express shock, horror, and belief. You gather from his reaction that he is not unfamiliar with what you are describing. Your mother realizes as much and asks him what he knows about this. "This creature is a product of sorcery from ancient times. We are in much greater danger than just an empty belly. We must [[leave the wilds|(END) Cover his escape]] and head to Iarnben."

Your father listens to your story with rapidly growing alarm. His eyes become slightly wild, and he urges you to hush. He listens for the wolfman and, after a tense moment, commands, "We must go, hurry!" He stays on the cusp of a run all the way home. Once you reach your cabin, your father braces your mother by her arms and locks his eyes with hers. "We must leave tomorrow morning at first light. Gather only what you need to reach Iarnben. We are no longer safe here." He promises to explain along the way. She probes you for information, but your father interjects, "There is something terrible in the woods. I cannot lose you to it! Get packed up." While you and your mother prepare to travel, your father starts moving valuable supplies into his stash spots in the woods. He declines help and pleads with you both to stay indoors. At dawn, you leave the only home you have ever known, uncertain if you will ever be able to return. The next day's trek proceeds at an unusually brisk pace. Your father frequently scouts ahead, leaving you and your mother to catch up. Though you could probably keep up with him, he asks that you stay with your mother and be ready to defend yourselves. As evening approaches, you arrive at Muddybranch River to find it swollen and moving swiftly. Your father returns from his latest scouting and informs you that the rope bridge across is gone, so you must divert your course further downstream until you can find a safer crossing. As evening falls, your father chooses a crossing spot that provokes a worried look from your mother. In the fading light, her eyes show you are sharing the same thought. This spot is more placid but will still require a swim. He must be desperate to cross the river tonight. You cross on your own, carrying your mother's supplies. Although the water was only up to your waist near the shores, the middle of the crossing required you to swim. Your father stays with your mother as they cross together. He does not let go of her. You set up camp and keep a small fire, barely sufficient to dry the wet clothes you must change out of. As you huddle by the campfire, shivering, you recall your father's promise to explain on the journey. However, you have never seen your parents look so frail as in this moment. He would not be able to explain over his chattering teeth, even if he wanted to. He presses you both to eat as much as you can before going to bed. He says he will take the first watch and wake you when it is your turn. You have never been on guard in all the years you have camped with your parents. Your sleep is fitful and freezing, and an uncertain number of hours after having gone to bed, you are awakened by your father calling you and your mother to run. The massive shadow of a wolfman is kicking out the remnants of your tiny campfire. You hear your father struggling in the darkness, then a thud and thrashing as he struggles with an attacker on the ground. The meager moonlight straining through the forest canopy is not sufficient for you to make out where your attackers are, but their peculiar musky scent pervades the area, heavily mixed with a smell like human sweat. You grab for your knife and find an enormous furred hand instead. Another pair of hands seizes your arms and pulls them behind your back while lifting you off the ground. Your mother is calling your name, then your father's. She is terrified and dazed, though apparently unharmed. Leather straps are wound around your wrists and ankles. Then you are cradled in the powerfully muscled, furry arms of a wolfman as he rapidly carries you off from the camp. Soon, he is flanked by two other wolfmen moving at astonishing speed. You feel something red hot, thick, and pointed occasionally bob upwards and strike your backside as your abductors carry you away into the night. Ending: Taint Funny Select this ending at the beginning of the sequel to continue your story.

Your father is not in the habit of distrusting you, but your explanation doesn't sit right with him. He pays close attention to you, giving you the impression he wants to make sure you are unharmed. It occurs to you that perhaps it was your father's approach that made the wolfman retreat. Having recovered your basket, you and your father head home in silence. You arrive before dusk to find your mother preparing dinner. She inquires about your dirtied backside, prompting your father to respond, "Tangled with a wolf that got away." Your mother encourages you to eat and rest. The next morning, your parents go out gathering, leaving you at home with chores. You wonder if they will encounter the wolfman, and if so, will they be safe? Perhaps you should have told them? You develop a steadily worsening headache throughout the afternoon. As dusk approaches, you hear a wolf howling in the distance, and instantly your encounter returns to your mind. You become preoccupied by the thought of what might be happening to them. Soon after, your parents return laden with foraged supplies and in a chipper mood. You all turn in early that night, and you drift into a dreamless sleep. You awaken some hours later with a massive clawed hand pressed over your mouth, while other, equally strong hands, restrain your limbs and lift you from your bed. Bound in leather straps, you are silently passed through your window into the waiting arms of a creature whose kind you have encountered before. Cradled in his powerful furred arms, you feel something red hot, thick, and pointed occasionally bob upwards and strike your backside as your abductors carry you away into the night. Ending: Taint Nothing Select this ending at the beginning of the sequel to continue your story.

<h2> Theriomorphos: The Huntress Encounters a Wolfman </h2>\ A Choice of Smut Game from Prurient Games by Xasqinq <h3> 18+ NSFW Warning </h3>\ This game is a work of fantasy interactive fiction that contains NSFW mature content and sexual themes that some may find offensive. It is only meant for adult users, 18 years of age or older. The characters depicted herein are 18 years of age or older. By proceeding, you agree it is legal for you to do so, and you are mature enough to know the best protection against ideas you don't like is to not expose yourself to them in the first place. If you cannot or do not wish to proceed, please don't! Close the window now. [[Begin encounter.|Start]] More information about [[18+ NSFW Content]] in this story game. [[How to play.]] Hints / mild spoilers about how this story game functions. Submit bug/typo reports, requests, inquiries, and feedback at: https://prurientgames.blogspot.com/ [[Bonus]] track (I recommend completing an encounter track first.)

<h3>18+ NSFW Content Information</h3>\ Passages (pages) containing sexual content are labeled with red text headers to give the user a chance to back up and choose another route or exit the game without having to read content they may not want to be exposed to. Here is a list of labels and the relative frequency at which they occur. They are organized from most to least frequent. All content is technically avoidable simply by paying attention to the content warnings and backing up. However, the content that is potentially most triggering has been noted below as (avoidable), meaning you have to make a choice before you can even reach the page with the warning label. 18.0% Cunnilingus 16.0% Vaginal 10.0% Blowjob 10.0% Impregnation 7.0% Drugged 7.0% Noncon 6.0% Doggystyle 5.0% Standing Fuck 4.0% Missionary 2.5% Necro (avoidable) 2.5% Exhibitionism 2.0% Pissing 1.5% Bondage 1.5% Fem Dom 1.5% Rimming 0.5% Footjob 0.5% Anal Fisting 0.5% Handjob 0.5% Inflation 0.5% Masturbation 0.5% Cowgirl (dream) 0.5% Incest (dream, avoidable) 0.5% Besti (dream, avoidable) 0.5% Dickgirl (dream) 0.5% Vanilla (dream) 0.5% Lesbian (dream) [[Return to the title page.|Title Page]] [[Go to "How to Play" page.|How to play.]]

<h3>Game Information</h3>\ (Contains hints and spoilers, mainly about how the story functions) - This is an interactive short story designed to deliver you a sex scene in under 5 minutes of reading, if that is your choice. Some choices will take 10-20 minutes of reading to reach a sex scene. There are choices that lead to no sex at all. There are many types of sex scenes and many routes to reach them. My hope is that the reader will experiment with different routes as a kind of porn scavenger hunt that encourages readers to try choices that would otherwise be ignored. - Typically, you will find the sex scenes by either being daring or reckless. Cautious and resistant approaches tend to lead to sexless endings. Friendly interactions tend to lead to friendly sex. Violent interactions tend to lead to the wolfman's death or nonconsensual sex. - Passages containing sexual content are labeled with red text headers to give the user a chance to back up and choose another route or exit the game without having to read content they may not want to be exposed to. See: [[18+ NSFW Content Warning Page|18+ NSFW Content]]. - Your control ends once the conclusion becomes inevitable. There are multiple ways the conclusion can play out and multiple paths to reach them. The Huntress's story is an episode in a larger non-Tolkien fantasy world I created, titled Theriomorphos. The sequel to this story is in progress as of the release of this story. Each of the 31 endings of this story has a title, such as "Bred at Breakfast." The sequel will let the reader choose an ending from the first story as a starting point in the second. - The story takes place over the course of 24-48 hours. It is told solely from the perspective of your character, the Huntress. You will not be told what is going on away from her senses. The 3 NPCs are going about their own days. Your choices will intersect with the Wolfman at some point. Your choices may not intersect with the Huntress's parents. NPC moods and reactions to you will change depending on when you meet them and what has happened to them and you up to that point. You may get more or fewer options based on their moods and reactions and what your character has been through. - The Huntress cannot die in this game, but the Wolfman can. [[Return to title page.|Title Page]]

<h3>by Xasqinq</h3>

[[Prurient Games Blogspot |https://prurientgames.blogspot.com/]]

One option the Huntress was never given at the start of the game was to simply say, "Forget this; I'm going home!" What if she had? - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Evening approaches. She must be in there. That's where the entrancing scent trail leads. She must be a goddess of fertility! You've never encountered a human woman who smelled so ready to be bred and filled with pups. But she's not alone. You smell others here. Kin of hers, no doubt. You can hear them babbling within the cabin. Why are they all the way out here alone? All the other humans you've met live in or near their stinking towns. You catch yourself. Almost all of them, anyway. Your balls ache. You've been horny and half erect all afternoon following this scent. Now what? Alright, brain. Work this time. Give me some ideas. \ <<click "Idea 1: Rush the door, kick it down, kill the others, take the bitch, and breed her!">><<replace "#XX1">>Idea 1: Rush the door, kick it down, kill the others, take the bitch, and breed her!" Yeah, right. And end up with several blades in my guts? From the look of this place, these humans have been surviving out here for decades. Their cabin is sturdy, in perfect condition, and well insulated. These aren't careless humans. They're smart. I need to be smart. Be smarter, brain. <</replace>> <<removeclass "#XX2" "hidden">> <</click>> \ <<click "Idea 2: Knock. That's what humans would do.">><<replace "#XX2">> Idea 2: Knock. That's what humans would do. Yeah, right. They're gonna love that. Why not just skin yourself and save them the trouble? These humans live off the land. They're hunters. This place might as well be built out of animal bones. You're not getting your head mounted over their fireplace. Alright, last chance, brain. <</replace>> <<removeclass "#XX3" "hidden">> <</click>> \ <<click "Idea 3: She's got to be looking for a good mate, just like you are. Try to lure her out.">><<replace "#XX3">> Idea 3: She's got to be looking for a good mate, just like you are. Try to lure her out. Yeah, right. Hmm. Maybe. Well, it's worth a shot. You flinch at the thought of being shot for this. Oh, the things one will do for love. It will be getting dark soon. You've got to get a move on. So, how do you want to do this? Move away and [[howl]] to see if she will come looking for you. [[Urinate]] in a few spots to make a trail up to her door. Your markings will undoubtedly entice her and lead her to you. See if you can figure out which window leads to her room and get your [[scent]] into her den. That ought to stir her loins up so she will hunt you down. <</replace>> <</click>> \

You head far enough away that you still have line of sight to the cabin, but you're sure the humans will not be able to see you. At twilight, you howl as longingly and seductively as you can and wait for a reply. The door to the cabin cracks open briefly and then rapidly shuts. You're not sure if someone was peeking out or if you were imagining it. You wait another couple of minutes. Maybe she's getting dressed? Or undressed! Maybe she's thinking of an excuse to get away right now from her kinfolk and come find you. The door could open at any moment, and you could get a look at your mate coming to meet you! Or maybe she's getting a bow and the door is going to open just enough to take a shot at you. Your nerves are on edge while you await a further response. An hour passes. It's nighttime. Maybe she is waiting until she can sneak out and find you. [[Wait some more.|Wait]] [[Howl again.|Wait]]

A little pee here, a little pee there. She's bound to become interested, even if it's just for the thrill of the hunt. Although, you'd prefer she hunted you for your spear, rather than to spear you. Is this a bad plan? Humans don't have the best sense of smell. You should probably leave some next to the door to get things going. This is the most dangerous moment. Better not pee standing up. They're sure to hear the splashing. You crouch-walk to the door. When you are just a few feet away, you lean your back against the side of the cabin and squat down to leave one final stream. You've never been so nervous while trying to pee. Your heart is in your throat, and your urine remains tightly corked in your bladder. All you can think of is one of them coming out the door at any moment and running you through with a spear. The tension becomes unbearable. You simply cannot pee. Hearing booted footsteps behind the wall, you abandon your effort and jerk up out of your crouch, only to feel an uncomfortable shifting and gurgling of your nerve-wrecked bowels. The sudden shift in position has caused you to leave a curved dropping right next to the front door of your love interest's house. With the footsteps growing louder, there is simply no time to do anything but dash for cover. There isn't even enough time to get back to your previous vantage point, where you could watch the door. You go around the side of the house and then move to conceal yourself in the woods in that direction. Seconds later, you hear the door to the cabin swing open, followed by an older woman's despairing cry, "Dear gods!" The door slams shut, and you hear her muffled exclamations of disgust, followed by laughter from a male and a younger female inside. The older woman does not seem to be at all amused. Once again, the door opens, but this time, the laughter of the male and younger woman resumes, echoing off the trees. The older woman chastises the other humans, "It's not funny! I told you there was something out there! Now look! It's turned the whole yard into its bathroom while you two grand hunters were loafing on your backsides. Either go kill it or start cleaning up after it." That's your queue to leave. You've never been more embarrassed in your life. The "man" part of you cannot believe you let the "wolf" part of you talk you into this stupid idea. Your only thought as you slink away is, "The others must never know about this or they would never let you live it down!" Dead End: Number One Number Two

There are two identical windows on the back of the house. Both are shuttered tight. Listening carefully, you can tell neither room is occupied. You hear three humans moving around in the main room on the opposite side of the house. The window on the left clearly has the strongest scent of your potential mate. You insert your claws into the crevice between the shutters and work for a bit until they are unlatched. The air inside the room is thick with her feminine fragrance. You immediately become erect again. Her bed is directly below you. A thick fur blanket is draped over it. She won't be needing that once she has you to keep her warm! Your cock jumps at the thought. The window seems big enough for a human to pass through, but perhaps too small for you. Then again, you are much more flexible than a human. You are broadest at the shoulders. Should they go in first or last? Maybe you should play it safe and not go in? Squeeze your [[shoulders through first]], then pull yourself in. Pull yourself up using the edge of the roof, and then lower yourself [[legs first]] through the window. Pull up the [[fur blanket]] and coat it with your scent.

You pass your right shoulder and arm through first and grab the leg post of the bed, then start forcing your other shoulder and arm through. It's an incredibly tight fit, but you feel pretty confident you can make it. Once both shoulders pop through, you feel a moment of elation. This is followed rapidly by fear as the bed lifts under the tension of your mighty grip and then drops back down with a resounding thud. Instinctively, you pull back, only to feel your armpits jabbed by the corners of the window. You hear the humans stirring and footsteps coming your way. Panicked, you slam your elbows repeatedly into the frame of the window. It starts to crack under your assault. The door to the room bursts open, and you see the object of your lust standing slack-jawed at the spectacle of a giant wolfman stuck in her bedroom window, threatening to bring the wall of her house down in his efforts to get unstuck. She puts her hand to the hilt of her sheathed blade but doesn't draw it. Her eyes are fearful but also a bit pitying. You are utterly enraptured by her beauty. You could never have dreamed of a more gorgeous woman. And here you are, making a wonderful first impression. An older woman's face peeks around from the side of the young huntress. The older one shrieks in horror and wraps her arms around the younger, pulling her back out of the room. The Gods must look pityingly on you as well, because, at that moment, you miraculously manage to dislodge yourself with minimal splintering of the window frame. You retreat in the direction of the hills before the arrows start flying. Ending: Family Nope Select this ending at the beginning of the sequel to continue her story.

Blowjob You pull your body weight up by grabbing the roof, and then easily pass your legs through the window. Your genitals become the first obstacle. Your cock is out of its sheath and bouncing around toward a full erection. It painfully strikes the window frame several times before you find a decent angle you can contort to get it indoors. When you reach your shoulders, it becomes instantly clear this was not the way to do this. You can't get either arm through. You'll have to pull yourself up and try a different approach. As you try to pull yourself back out, the timber on the roof shifts, and you hear a distinct crack. The roof didn't cave in as a result of your tugging, which was your initial fear, but you have a dreadful feeling that further pulling might lead to that. Stupid brain! Look what you've done! You listen to determine if the humans have been alerted. It doesn't seem so. You've heard some creaking, but the lack of screaming is a good sign. You start trying different positions for your hands and feet and testing the sturdiness of your options. You conclude the best plan will be to push up from the edge of the bed while bracing your arms against the sides of the house until you are free. The biggest threat is that the bed might fall apart under your weight. You breathe in and out a couple of times and brace yourself. Right before you put your plan into action, you are halted by the feeling of cold fingertips tracing the contours of your red-hot, semi-erect phallus. The cold quickly turns warmer as the touching becomes stroking. Maybe you should delay your egress a moment. The unseen hands are gentle and curious. They change their efforts frequently in response to your reactions. They are learning what you like and when you like it. Once you are fully aroused, the hands begin massaging your balls. You can feel the tip of your cock dripping happily. You nearly crack the window frame when you feel a mouth start sucking the tip of your cock and then licking down your shaft. Faced with your impending climax, you are helpless to change circumstances and prevent the embarrassment of being so quickly relieved. Your core tenses, and the mouth wraps around the spade-shaped head of your cock as you pour your seed down the obliging throat. Your body spasms and contorts in frustrated ecstasy, and you dislodge and fall backward from the window with a resounding thud. You scramble to your feet and catch a glimpse of the most gorgeous young lady you have ever seen. It looks like she took the full blast directly down her throat. Her lips are puffy and cum smeared. She has that dreamy, dopey expression you've seen before, meaning she is intoxicated by your cum. You don't hesitate to pull her through the window and throw her over your back as you hear the other humans stirring and rushing to your lover's room. While running off with your new girlfriend to the hills, you can't help but thank your brain for its utterly stupid plan. Ending: Thank you, cum again. Select this ending at the beginning of the sequel to continue her story.

You pull the furry blanket up through the window and inhale deeply. A shudder of bliss passes through your whole body. It might be even better than sniffing her directly, since it is washed less frequently than she bathes. You quickly find a spot with the strong scent of her pussy. She must have been a naughty girl and made a bit of a mess there. You lose track of time while rubbing your face in the blanket before being brought back to your senses by a shocked gasp. It's her. The fertility goddess is staring at you from her bedroom window while you're making out with her bedding. Your giant prick has been leaking precum all over the bottom half of the fur. You feel an unbearable regret at the thought that this gorgeous female's first memory of you will be you perving out like this. [[Run and take the fur blanket.]] [[Run and leave the fur blanket.]] [[Shamefaced, return the blanket to her.]]

Perhaps you thought she might chase you; perhaps you thought there was no other choice; perhaps you weren't thinking. Regardless, all you hear in response is, "Hey! Stop!" then a pause, and "Daddy!" While you run through the forest back toward the hills, your mind replays the encounter and comes to one conclusion, "The others aren't going to like this." Ending: Family Nope Select this ending at the beginning of the sequel to continue her story.

You drop the blanket and bolt for the forest. The last thing you hear from her before you make your getaway is, "Hey! Stop!" then a pause, and "Daddy!" As you travel toward the hills, you realize her scent is now all over you. The others are sure to notice. This is going to be a problem. Ending: Family Nope Select this ending at the beginning of the sequel to continue her story.

You hang your head and then peek up at her bashfully while handing the fur back. She does not scream, nor does she immediately recoil. Instead, she continues to examine your body and the soiled fur, with many fleeting glances toward your engorged manhood. She appears to be sizing you up in more ways than one. Just at the point you can no longer stand the sense of embarrassment, you feel her tugging the blanket away from you and back through the window. Astonishingly, she crawls through to the outside while you stand up and back away slightly to give her room. Once she is out, she looks up at you with a mix of astonishment, wonder, and fear before placing her hands on your pecs and caressing the velvety fur on your chest. As her fingers start to trail down your abdomen, you close your eyes in bliss and sigh heavily. The trance is broken when she whispers, "You have to leave. If my father finds you here, I think he will kill you." You open your eyes to find the lovely young female looking at you sadly. As gently as you can manage, you lift her hands into yours. She initially recoils, but some unseen force seems to compel her to choose to trust you a bit longer. You lower your head and press her hands gently to the side of your face, then release her. You retreat into the wilds with one last glance at your human goddess. Her eyes lock with yours, and you make a vow to find a way to win her love. Ending: Anthro-Curious Select this ending at the beginning of the sequel to continue her story.

Another hour passes. [[Howl one last time.]] [[Sneak up]] and then see if you can figure out what's going on.

You repeat your lovelorn call. You put all the passion you can into it. Can a human woman really understand the depth of feeling in your voice? But she's no ordinary woman. She must be able to! Alright, that's enough. Don't want to sound desperate. Needy maybe. No – not needy. Longing, sick with longing. No, not sick! Healthy and virile with longing! As time ticks by, your mind is so preoccupied with watching the cabin for a response and fretting over how your message will be received that you are completely taken by surprise when a cold, wet nose is planted directly on your anus. Whipping around, you find a female wolf keeping her head in a shy and submissive posture while sniffing the air around your backside. She must be a horny daughter looking for a loner for a little fun outside the pack hierarchy. Her alpha female is not going to like this. [[Bad girl looking for a good time, huh?]] Well, while I'm waiting ... Eww, no. A human woman having sex with a wolfman? That's one thing. A wolfman having sex with a female wolf? [[That's just indecent.]]

Surely something must be wrong if she hasn't come out to meet you yet! What if she's in trouble? No, that's stupid. But what if she is, and you didn't at least check to make sure?! You approach the cabin stealthily, hoping that this isn't a trap. Leaning out from behind a tree about 20 paces from the dwelling, you can see a shadow moving across a crack in the shuttered front window. You must have a peep, er, peek. Yes, peek. For her safety. Once you are about 10 paces from the window, the door to the cabin swings open, and the object of your lust comes bounding out in her underclothes, heading for a nearby shed. She is more gorgeous than you could have hoped! And she is more terrified than you could have imagined. "Daddy!" She bolts back into the cabin and slams the door. You hear it being braced from within amidst frantic shouting. Time to go! As introductions go, that was less than ideal. You head back to the hills before the arrows start flying. Ending: Family Nope Select this ending at the beginning of the sequel to continue her story.

The wayward female is very excited by her opportunity to play the alpha female tonight. She jumps all over you with awkward energy. She's apparently thrilled to have found a male of your caliber. You line up your enormous prick with her vagina and begin probing. You immediately realize this is not going to work when she yelps in horror at the first few inches and bolts away from you with her tail between her legs. She darts through the brush and nearly knocks down the approaching huntress. Panicked at the thought of her finding you like this and putting 2 and 2 together, you hastily retreat in the opposite direction. Your only thought as you slink away is, "The others must never know about this or they would never let you live it down!" Dead End: Best that you could do.

Shame on you for your kinks, wolf! Shame! You start shooing her away, but to no avail. She mistakes your shoves for foreplay and eagerly begins jumping over you with awkward energy. You try to back away, but she just won't get the hint. She repeatedly slams her face into your sheath and nutsack. She must think you are leading her to a better spot to bury the bone. From the corner of your eye, you spot the approaching huntress. You can't let her see you like this! You turn and run from both of them. The wolf follows you for about a mile but eventually loses interest. Once you reach the cave, your mind is preoccupied with one thought: the others must never know about this, or they would never let you live it down! Dead End: Thot didn't go well.