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It was strange, to be in the woods at this hour. The road nearby was utterly silent, and Liam hadn't seen a single sign of anyone else. Which was good really; he needed to walk off his insomnia if he ever wanted to get back to sleep. He yawned, reflecting that at 1AM it was unlikely he'd land up with nearly enough rest to face his lectures in the morning.

The clouds scudding over the moon pulled back, casting a soft bath of silvery light where the orange lamps didn't touch. The wind fell still, and in the distance a high pitched howl echoed towards the sky.

A cold bead of sweat formed on his forehead. Surely it was a dog... He looked up to the bright disc of the moon and felt a sickly unease fill him. There was the odd coyote around here, every so often, and he didn't want rabies shots. He wheeled around and walked briskly out of the woods while feeling like something had its eyes fixed on the back of his neck and each shadow held a deadly threat.

Just as he reached a place where the wood thinned, the creature howled again and his heart thumped fit to burst, because it was close enough he could detect exactly where it came from. Liam braced himself and picked up a stick to fight, turning around to see massive yellow eyes so cold it felt as if they should be rimed in frost.

His courage broke at once, and he ran. Like a fox driven mindless from the bays of hounds, his fear of the eyes made him run heedlessly, paying no mind to the signs pointing this way and that. When the path forked, he took the left one, not noticing at first that he was looping back into the forest and nowhere near the dorms. He smashed into the hedge like it was solid concrete. The yellow-eyed beast howled again.

Oh God... His hands went to his shoulders and gripped tight, a broad grimace of fear stretching his face. Struggling against the urge to freeze and the urge to run again, he managed a look around him, at the benches and bins he was surrounded by. Some sort of old lunch area deep in the woods; he'd been here plenty of times to smoke weed. Without friends or the heady stink of the drug, the half-rotten furniture and the leaf mulch around it stank of decay.

The forest crackled and bent as a great force approached him, the yellow eyes gleaming slimy green as they caught a the dim light the flickering lamp cast. At Liam's back, the bark of an overhanging tree dug into his back. Without hesitation, he gripped into the roughness until his knuckles were white and climbed.

It was some years since he had been climbing, and the tree was slippery with few footholds, which meant he didn't look at the beast. He didn't have to; he could tell it was getting closer with each crunch of rotten leaves, and that was all he needed to know. Splashes of earlier rainwater stung his face, palms raw from clinging on. His limbs screamed in agony from the effort of pushing and pulling himself upwards, the shirt he wore sticky against his back.

Finally he hit a section where two large boughs parted, allowing him to sit down with relative comfort and look down. Sweet relief turned bitter on his tongue.

Now it was in the light, he could see the enormous skull the beast's eyes were set in, the black rims fading into shaggy grey-white fur mottled with browns and blacks. The shorter red fur on its dog muzzle rippled into furious wrinkles, revealing pure white teeth, beads of crystalline drool gathering on its crimson tongue. The thick dark mane of fur along its neck bristled up, and it stood.

Paws which were far too nimble dug into the tree, enormous hind paws with claws like hooks pulling the beast upwards. No, Liam thought as he stared at the moon: the werewolf. His guts roiled with agonising fear, shaking fingers shoving into his pockets and groping around for the phone he knew he'd left behind at his dorm. The werewolf bared its teeth again, and this time it was like a smile

He had to do something if he wanted to survive the night. Knowing he could never outrun the werewolf, he resolved to climb further up; the creature was so much bigger than him that it couldn't follow him up too high, surely.

Tremors of fear went through him each time he heard the werewolf's claws grind on the bark just behind him, or felt its hot death-scented breath on his heels. The branches he scrambled onto wobbled like he did, groaning under his weight. And still the werewolf climbed, snapping its jaws and rumbling in frustration.

He could see the stars where once dense leaves had blotted his view. Liam sped up, clambering up every branch he could, hands reaching ever upwards as if they could grip onto a cloud and climb to the sky. The wisp-thin twig he crouched snapped, legs scrambling through the air and finding nothing. Before he hit the ground, the last thing he thought was how the muddy leaves would make his corpse taste disgusting to the werewolf.

The taste of blood lay heavy on his tongue. Liam's eyes cracked open, and for a panicked heartbeat he was unable to see a single thing. Then his eyes adjusted, making his heart sink all over again.

Only dim, silver light lit up the earthen cavern he was lying in, barely reaching the alcove he was lying in with a pelt atop of him. The werewolf still had him. And at any moment it could come in and tear out his throat. He huddled in his blankets and shivered noticing he had no clothes on. Had the werewolf torn them off before deciding it would save him for later?

He dared stand. Liam's legs buckled under him, and he ended up sitting beside the bed trembling. The fall must've made him weak. He winced and forced himself up again; if he was going to die, he might as well try get out of the werewolf den first.

The den was more like a house, an opening in the wall leading him into another room. It was colder and wider, a night paled by the first light of dawn on the eastern horizon. Adrenaline flowed through him, lightening his aches and pain. For the first time since he'd heard the howls, he ran with actual hope instead of terror, bolting once more up a tree to see where he was. Towards the dark horizon the black ribbon of the road cut through the landscape.

Almost home, he thought. With any luck he could hail a car- at this point he'd take a hospital or jail over the werewolf's jaws.

A loud rumble rattled behind him, turning him to stone. The werewolf lunged onto its hindlegs and grabbed him, claws digging into the soft, bruised flesh of his arms. Liam's world whirled around him, brain spinning circles as he was thrown over its shoulders and walked back to the den.

"Hey!" He cried, tugging at an oily pelt so tough he couldn't yank out a single hair. "I'll kill you!" he said in an unconvincing voice, clawing his paltry fingernails through the fur and into the rough hide beneath. For a minute they thought with the hide, and the hide won. Liam cussed at the spectacular pain of a nail breaking near the base, werewolf showing no sign of the slightest pain. Nor did it respond to his kicking or his frantic screams, and before long he was once more deposited on the bed.

Exhausted and bruised, Liam stared at the werewolf. It remained on two legs, face impassive, ears twitching. The musk of it was overpowering and seemed to only get more so the longer they faced off. It was terribly close to his face; he looked down and gulped.

A bulge he hadn't noticed under the fur was close to his nose, a bright red cock poking from the sheath, gleaming cum drooling from its massive tip, matching the drool beading at the werewolf's teeth. Too late, he realised the look on its face was now one of hunger.

The werewolf had his cock in Liam's face before he could blink, masterfully shoving it between his lips. The slightly salty skin was shockingly warm, like a fire in his mouth. It slowly pushed in further, girth swelling until his teeth were parted. Tears filled his eyes; this couldn't be happening. But it was.

Still, the werewolf's cock was merely half erect; there was far more to come. Another spurt of pre-cum made him gag, forcing him to swallow down the slime, cum sliding down his throat and violating him further. The taste was all his tongue knew now, salty with a strange musk no human cum could ever have.

A growl cracked the air. The werewolf hunkered down somewhat, then thrust his crotch. His cock slammed into the back of Liam's throat, tongue rubbing against it against his will. A softer growl filled his ears.

It wants me to suck it off, he thought, turning green. He considered not bothering, until the werewolf thrust its cock again, and in fear of choking he began to lick, then suck.

This time the werewolf left him alone, breathing deeply. Liam felt the cock fill him up and go further down his throat, a constant drip of cum filling his stomach with an unsettling warmth. He felt bloated with the werewolf's cum, the curve of his stomach softer and larger than it had been in the feverish terror of his mind. As he sucked and sucked, he went down to his knees, utterly prostate before the werewolf.

He growled, clawed hands scratching through his scalp. Liam gave a little moan of fear and sped up, panicking at how the cock swelled and swelled-

Cum roared through his mouth in a massive wave, bringing him down to the floor as he choked and gagged on infinite ropes of it, the werewolf's cock pouring yet more onto his head, leaving his hair a sticky mess. The werewolf's shadow covered him, snarling, and he was certain he was about to die.

Instead, he was pushed further down, back pressed against the dusty ground of the room, staring into the his yellow eyes. A twinge started in his stomach, almost painful, just beneath the threshold of discomfort. While he was contemplating that feeling and swallowing the last clumps of cum in his mouth, the werewolf leaned on his legs and started licking his cock.

The shock of a warm, flat tongue against his freezing dick made him gasp; Liam's cock twitched upwards in spite of his fear, a tingle of pleasure running through his stiffening flesh.

He lay there rapt and watched the werewolf suck him off. His tongue was surprisingly delicate, exploring his cock, alternating between running the tip against his head, and deep sucking licks about the base. A clawed hand rose to his balls and massaged them, something he usually hated. Here, it sent a trembling wave of arousal that made him gasp, heart rate speeding up from the fucking.

Painfully hard and not wanting the sex to stop anymore, it took Liam a moment to notice something was wrong. The werewolf's blowjob was becoming harder, as if it was pushing against his dick. And it felt like his dick noticed, and shrank against the assault. "Wait," he moaned, knowing his lover wouldn't stop even if he could understand his words.

His hips bucked, sweat slicking his body from pleasure and fear, heart booming fit to burst. The werewolf bore down on his cock with a delicate touch of his teeth, and he broke. A scream of pleasure tore from his lips, eyes rolling in the back of his head as he drowned in an orgasm like nothing he'd never had before, the ripples from it running from his cock to his shoulders, turning him into a wobbly lump of jelly dribbling on the floor.

While he lay there, the werewolf tended to him; the aftershocks of his climax made the warm tongue cleaning the cum from him something to tremble and wriggle at, cock burning with pleasure. However, it didn't rise, and it felt so small...

Liam's eyes shot open, hands groping at his missing meat, fingers digging into a slit between two fleshy lips. She gasped and stood, and the werewolf pushed her into her bed. He chuffed, licking her engorged cunt.

Once again, tears filled her eyes. When the werewolf was sucking her off she had been able to forget the horror of her circumstances in the arousal, but now her mind thought against it, screaming for her body to not tremble in pleasure, to run instead of leaning into the werewolf and letting him nuzzle against her cheek.

I'm never getting away, am I? The yellow eyes pierced her watery ones, and he got on top of her, thrusting his cock into Liam's fresh vagina.

It was like fire, like being torn in two. He went so far she expected to see the werewolf's cock jut out of her belly, which ached with pain from his forceful fucking too.

And then he kept on going. She screamed and gnashed her teeth, clawing into his fur and begging for mercy, and mercy at all. None was given, and as she blinked aside another set of tears, she saw her hands had changed.

Her widened mouth dropped open, dark claws digging into his pelt and tearing aside little tufts of fur. She panted, tongue bloating and flopping out of her mouth and mixing drool with her tears. Even the increased size of her mouth couldn't help her get it back in.

Liam whined, panting as she grew bigger, muscles rippling underneath greasy fur. The other werewolf grunted and bore into her further, though it didn't hurt as much any more; her toned stomach swelled with new muscles while her innards seemed to find their own strength, bestial transformation protecting her from the onslaught of his cock. There really is no going back now, she thought, rubbing the itchy fur growing in thick tufts around her cheeks. If she ever turned into a normal human again, would she even be recognisable as Liam? Her clawed hand curled and squeezed the rough pads, a yawning snarl running through her. Jagged fangs pointed from where soft teeth once stood, and she brought them right into his shoulder.

Blood filled her mouth, the werewolf growling, going even harder on the fucking. She dug in deeper, hoping she could break him, hoping she could escape.

Instead of his shoulder snapping, she did. Gasping, her jaws loosened, the pain turning into ecstacy. Her eyes gleamed orange, wet nose snuffling at the thick scent of musk. No, please no, she thought, grimacing in disgust at the damp, long thing attached to her face, her grotesque snout rippling with an indignant snarl. It itched and burned, a thin coating of fur sprouting in brown and white tufts.

Tongue still flopping about, she attempted to regain her dignity by getting up, the floor scraping against a nub forming at her back. The cock stayed locked in her.

Growling, the werewolf pushed her down, and no matter how hard she struggled the cock wouldn't slip out of her; it stayed completely inside. Liam lay there trembling while it swelled, filling her vagina.

It wasn't long before the cum came, shooting through her in audible splurts that made her pointed ears push back. Her stomach swelled, losing the definition of muscles that had been there moments before he knotted inside of her. At the same time, an ache started at her chest, where her small pecs hid beneath thick fur.

She whimpered, watching as at first the fur ruffled, then feeling the skin and flesh push and brush through it with a terrible heat, rearing into jiggling mounds with ripe nipples on top. They swelled until she couldn't hold them in a single hand, and the werewolf started to lick them, his growls of pleasure rumbling in his throat.

Unable to stop it, she whined as he moved down, licking another row of breasts, and another, and another... Her belly was a mass of tits, jiggling and begging to be groped, stretched over her massive belly.

Finally, the werewolf pulled his cock out of her, a stream of cum rushing in its wake. He growled and licked her, Liam too weak to resist. Brushing the cum out of her fur again while paying uncomfortable attention to her nipples, he picked her up and set her back down in bed, then rushed out on all fours into the morning.

She lay there, seeing freedom but being incapable of reaching it. Her belly and tits held her down until her captor came back to fuck her, binding her to him as surely as any chain.

Worse, it was still growing. Liam groaned in pain as her stomach bubbled, growing taut and tender to the touch. She pushed down on it all the same, fur bristling in fear. There was something in there, many little somethings, and they were growing. It wasn't long before her tits swelled and dripped milk, and she had to admit she was pregnant.

The hours passed slowly, the time only marked by the changes of the light and the growth of her belly, which stretched like it was made of latex, leaving the fur on her belly thin and exposing her teats further. She thought of what might be going on in the life she had lost; now was time for the first lectures, now was when she would've been off to work today, now was when her mother would always call her...

Pain wrenched through her lower, and it kept on going even when she turned her thoughts away from family. She moaned, spittle flashing from her lips, her cervix groaning open to make way for her first pup.

She had thought her captor's cock was bad; it was nothing in comparison to this- her insides felt like they would split open to make way for the litter, every muscle in her body screaming in pain as it pushed it through her birth canal, filling her hole up completely.

Liam, fearing this would be her end, clawed through the pelts of her bed and tried to cry; her wolf eyes could form no tears. The pup reached the end of her vagina and its big head crowned.

An orgasm came for her then, the pleasurable ripples giving her another ounce of strength to push out her offspring into the world. They slipped out with ease, wriggling on the covers and whimpering before her mind kicked back into action and she pushed it to a teat, where it promptly began to suckle.

It wasn't long before the others came, each bringing agony and orgasm at the same time, and soon her stomach was baggy in its emptiness, her pups all suckling at her tits greedily. A rumbling growl reverberated into her room.

She curled her lip in fear and anger at her captor, and he miraculously took the hint, tossing a rich cut of meat to her. Gnawing at it, she watched his big shape slink away. What did he intend for her, once the pups were old enough? More sex, most likely. And many more litters. There would never be an opportunity to escape; she would always be too gravid to escape him, and even if she wasn't he was two heads taller and much broader than she. Liam sagged down, hoping she would get some time before he next knotted her.