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There have always been hunters; those who prey on others, whether for food, territory, or simple possession. Some are easier to spot than others. They identify themselves with camouflaging fur, snapping fangs, and slicing nails. Others, not so much. And when one can't tell who is a predator, then the hunter can very easily become the hunted. There were several predators out that night; predators of the human variety, hunting on the lighted plains of the Flattop bar. They weren't hunting for something as base as their next meal; they were hunting for their next conquest.

Michael Cisco surveyed the available pickings .He concealed his once-over with a practiced swig of his drink. Inwardly, he sighed. No one good out tonight; they were all either too unattractive to be worth it, too attractive to be possible, or too sober to be willing. He sighed again. It wasn't that he was bad-looking; more, that he had a 16-carat run of bad luck. Bad business breaks, bad personal luck, some things that just made him think that the universe hated him. For example, he had walked to the bar tonight after he'd found his tires slashed outside his office building, where he'd been denied a promotion because a stray dog on the street had soiled his suit, all after he'd found the door to his apartment torn off its hinges that morning.

He turned back to the bar, and ordered another shot of whiskey. As he waited for his drink, he leaned back a little, and went to glance at the clock, only to freeze. He had sworn there hadn't been anyone else at the bar a few seconds ago; and now there was someone.

Michael's mind bucked at describing her as a mere 'someone'; he had to search for the proper words to do her justice. 'Beautiful'? Her flawless skin and perfectly arranged-features were indicative. Certainly, but hardly original. 'Sleek'? Her long, pressed tresses and streamlined appearance certainly warranted the word. 'Provocative'? Her backless cocktail dress certainly said so. Among other things... 'Interested'? Well, she was staring at him rather a lot.

... 'Dangerous'? Michael couldn't exactly tell why; maybe it was the glint of sharp teeth in her smile, or the faint gleam in her eyes, but he felt it to be so. All those words, all those descriptions, and a million others beside swirled through his mind like a bathtub with the plug pulled, looping in on themselves and curvy bends. "They should have sent a poet," he muttered. The waiter approached to deliver his drink, setting the shot in front of him with polished panache. Michael took the drink gratefully, and gestured to the waiter. "I'd like one of your finest martinis, for the lady down the bar," he said, gesticulating with his eyebrows. The bartender looked down at her, and then turned back to Michael.

"Excuse me, sir, but she said that you'd say that. She also said that she'd pay for whatever you bought, like the shot."

Michael stared at the amber liquid as the bartender went to tend to other customers. He glanced another look at the woman, and then turned back to the drink. "Liquid courage," he intoned, and knocked back the shot, getting to his feet, and approaching the woman. He swallowed; he wasn't used to not being the aggressive partner. He put on his best smile, and said "Evening, miss. I can't help but notice that you've been eyeballing me for a few minutes now."

The woman shifted her position a bit, and her smile only grew. "Mmm, yes, I was wondering when you'd notice." She held out a hand, palm down, as if he expected her to kiss it. "Sarah. Sarah Devin."

To her delight, he actually did stoop, and smooch her hand. "Michael Cisco," he purred, pouring on the charm. "At your service." It looked as if luck was turning for Mike. Over the next thirty minutes, Sarah proved herself to be quite the conversation partner. He told her about his job; systems manager at Cyntacks Inc. It wasn't the most exciting job, but Sarah, head held on her hand, listened to everything he said with sparkling eyes and a half-smile. She was excellent at this; she teased him along many, many alleyways of conversation, asking him about where he lived (a sparse flat near this bar), where he grew up ( quite a long way away, in Chicago), and what he wanted to do (keep talking to her). Eventually, however, the conversation turned to his luck, or, more specifically, his deficit of it.

"I'll tell ya," he said downing another gulp of his drink, "I can't win. Every time I have a chance to move up in life, karma's there to knock me down a peg or two."

Sarah studied him sympathetically. "You've got a lot of problems, huh?"

Mike snorted. "I wish I had just 'a lot'."

Sarah smiled. "Oh, poor baby... Can I help?"

Mike laughed, and took another sip of whiskey. "Well, sarcasm or not, you're doing it right now. Anyone who can listen to the story of my life without throwing a martini in my face must be made of stone, or have a really good reason to be listening." He gave her an appraising look. "I wonder which one you are."

Sarah laughed, low and slow. The sound sent shivers up his spine, shivers of excitement, success, and... Fear? "Oh, such a thing to wonder." She tensed on her seat. "Why don't I just show you which one I am?"

Mike's brain skipped a beat. No. This was too easy. "R-really? Are you saying what I think you're saying?"

Sarah winked at him. "That depends. What do you think I'm saying?"

Mike blinked. "I'm not sure I should tell you. What if it's not what you're thinking and I look like an idiot?"

Sarah was on her feet in a flash, with her arm on his shoulder. "Oh, shut up and follow me."

Michael's mind was reeling. This clearly polished, obviously attractive, and (probably) sober woman was inviting him to her home, or thereabouts. That wasn't supposed to happen... Was it? Fortunately, his body was faster than his brain, and he was on his feet and following her like an obedient puppy in a second. He didn't notice as she paid the bartender... With a twenty-spot for a tip. She led him out to the parking lot, to an obsidian black Hummer, with tinted windows. She opened the passenger door, and gestured up. "Hop in, stud."

Mike knew better to resist this apparently well-off lady, and clambered into the luxury car. Sarah climbed into the driver's seat, and started the car, which roared to life with a throbbing hum. She smoothly navigated out of the Flattop's parking lot, and pulled onto the highway, heading north, into the nicer section of town. They made small talk as they drove; Michael had questions about the car, she had questions about Michael. After perhaps fifteen minutes, Sarah pulled gently into a side road, and rumbled up to a guard gate. The man on duty saw her, and tipped his hat, raising the bar without preamble. Mike looked over at her with a gaze loaded with questions, but she just smiled and drove on. Eventually, she turned into a driveway, and Michael gasped.

Sarah's house was enormous! No, that was wrong; her mansion was enormous! Sarah laughed at his look of shock and awe, and pulled into a large garage, easily as big as his entire apartment. She parked the Hummer next to a Maserati and a Nio, and got out. She giggled at his discomfort within such an obvious display of affluence. "Don't worry, they don't bite... Unless you try to steal them, in which case 50,000 volts will give you a nasty shock." She beckoned him with a crooked finger into the main building, and he followed helplessly. She led him into a simply lavish living room, and motioned for him to sit down on a cream-colored obscenely-soft couch. He did so, sighing in relief, and then looked around in consternation for Sarah, who had vanished. She reappeared a second later, holding a bottle of white wine and two glasses. She sat next to him, and poured the glasses full. She set the wine into an ice-filled bucket, and folded her legs, sitting her head held by a hand, while the other hand held the glass. She smiled. "Now, why don't you tell me about those troubles you have?"

Michael didn't know why he should; he barely knew this person! A detached and very small part of his mind bleakly noted that she had asked several questions about him, but had deflected the few feeble inquiries he had put to her. But to his surprise, he did tell his problems. The wine helped, of course, but only to a degree. He realized that he wanted someone to tell his problems too. So why not a very beautiful woman who actually wanted to hear them? He began with the most recent events; the door ripped clean off its hinges, probably by a methhead, his slashed tires, just petty vandalism, and finally that damn stray dog who'd run by and gotten filth all over his suit. Then he went back farther; loosing rent checks in a matter of minutes, car accidents, and family trouble. Sarah listened to it all with an expression of sympathetic curiosity.

When he finished, she leaned forward, and ran a hand along his leg. "Oh, Mike... I feel so sorry for you." Her thumb began to rub up and down his pants, making him shift awkwardly. Her face broke into a smile as she saw this, and she leaned forward, and whispered. "What if I told you that I could make it all go away? Take away all that pain and misfortune?"

Michael was... Puzzled. This was what he had come for, right? But to have it given so freely, without caveats, and so invitingly... Well, that should have been just aces. But that same little part of him that had tried to warn him earlier buzzed again; he had had a few shots before leaving the bar, and a few glasses of wine after. But Sarah hadn't taken so much as a sip of the margarita or the Chianti. But again that little part's warning was ignored, as Michael placed his hand over hers, and smiled. "I'd say lead on."

Sarah smiled once more, and that little part nearly screamed in fear; look at her teeth! They're wrong! But again it went unanswered. She stood, holding his hand. "Good! I hoped you'd say that." Michael stood, and was about to say something, but Sarah placed a finger to his lips. "Hush, stud; now, close your eyes." Michael did as he was bid, and felt her hand pulling him along. He followed obediently. Her hand was so warm, so soft... Finally, she let go of him. He almost opened his eyes, but she giggled, forestalling him. "No peeking!" He felt something cold on his wrists, but didn't open his eyes. She lifted his hands higher, and there were two metallic snaps. "Okay, open up!"

He opened his eyes slowly, and balefully acknowledged that perhaps that little voice in his head had a point. His hands were cuffed, and there was another pair of the handcuffs binding the first to a metal ring in the ceiling of the plain, but well carpeted room. Sarah stood in front of him, smiling gleefully. Michael smiled meekly, and said "I suppose this is what you meant by 'take away my troubles'? Take away my ability to, you know, move?"

Sarah chuckled. "Well, almost, but not quite." She ran a hand along his chest, and he thrilled to her touch. She laughed, reveling in his soft intake of breath and he noticed it had an odd quality to it; it was a little hoarser. She stepped back, and began to rock side to side on her feet. "I wouldn't want you to feel unloved, hanging there by yourself, so let me make it up to you." And she began to strip.

Michael's mind furred over as the dress slid down around her ankles with a little roll of the shoulders and wriggle of the hips. She was clearly experienced, and obviously going to have her way with him tonight, so why not enjoy it? She stood before him clad only in a bra and panties, sliding side to side like a dancer. She laughed, and ran her hands over her skin, raising goose bumps along her belly and arms. She ran her hands along his face, and bumped her forehead to his nose. She stepped back, and put her hands behind her back, and started to fiddle with the strap there. Michael leaned forward, interested now, cursing the chain that obscured his vision slightly. Suddenly, her hands stilled, and slowly began to draw back out. She drew her hands out from behind her, holding the undone straps, but still not uncovering herself. She held the fabric against her body, as if she had suddenly developed shyness, and smiled lazily at Michael. "Should I take it off?"

Mike nodded feverishly. She giggled, and said "Ask politely, puppy."

That small part of him again jolted with her odd choice of words, but he forged on. "Yes, Ma'am."

She bumped his nose with her own. "Close, but no banana. Last words wrong. Still starts with an M, though. Muh-muh-muh-muh..."

Mike thought about what she could be driving at. She was obviously a dom; liked to make her partners beg for it before she gave it to them. What did the girls like to be called? Oh, yeah...

He hung his head. "Please, Mistress."

Suddenly, there was a nipple in his face. Sarah held it there, for his inspection and sampling. Michael inspected it gladly. The two pert orbs on her chest bobbled and jiggled with her every move, youthful as a 20-something's, and apparently all natural. She pushed the engorged nipple towards his face again, and smirked. Mike took the hint, and gently placed his lips around them, suckling several times. Sarah patted his head, and pulled away, running her fingers over the teat. She pulled them away covered in his saliva, which she licked off slowly. She leered predatorily at the bulge in his pants from her actions. She was close, so very close...

Of course, Mike was not to know that. He happily hung from the ceiling, only vaguely wondering when she was going to let him get his rocks off. She showed off her melons for a few more minutes, and then danced a little closer. She pushed her hips close to his, and said "If you can pull these down, stud, then the fun can begin." She pointed at her panties, and folded her arms, smirking at him. Mike caught her drift, and moved to disrobe her, but was stopped by the chains. He hung there for a moment, wondering what to do. His eyes brightened as he hit upon an idea, and Sarah's eyes brightened as well. Just a little more... Michael drew all the weight off his right leg, supporting himself on his arms and left leg. He gently pushed one of his toes into the soft flesh above her hip, and began to slide it down. The fabric of her panties rumpled, and then pulled away, snagged by Mike's toe. They fell around her feet, and she stepped out of them to embrace Michael. However, before she moved it out of sight, Michael caught sight of a dripping pair of lips, with a Brazilian wax. She ground herself against him, rubbing wet heat onto his legs. Her breathing became heavy, and she began to pant. She shoved her hand in his face, and smiled sweetly. "Might as well go whole hog, Mikey... Be a dear, and take this off for me, would you?"

She was talking about a silver band on her ring finger. Mike glanced at it briefly. It looked like little things were carved in it, but he didn't care. He obediently closed his mouth around her finger, and held the ring in his teeth while he withdrew it. She shivered as the band came off her finger, and drew back. She had to make a conscious effort not to clap with glee. Another sucker! She drew her hand across Michael's face gently, and smiled. "Oh, such a good puppy. But I think that you should know something before we go any further."

Mike's guts clenched. That phrase has prevented more pregnancies than condoms. She laughed, noting his expression. She took a step back, and put her hands on her hips, showing off her gorgeous body. She subconsciously scratched a few itches on her arms and legs. Michael admired her, almost forgetting what she'd said. She shook her hips, sending droplets flying and breasts jouncing. "Pretty good, right?"

Mike nodded, grasping that he wasn't supposed to talk. She giggled. "Well, then, hold onto your butt, 'cause things are about to get trippy." And she released her hold.

What happened next was very, very vivid. There were several resounding 'CRACK's, and Sarah leaned forward a little. Michael, looking on in horror, noticed that she wasn't falling, but that her legs were reversing, becoming digitigrade. Sarah snarled, and her jawbone dislocated, swinging forward, elongating forward a good six inches, before being joined by her nose, which swelled out into the top part of a muzzle, the end becoming black and wet. Her breathing became raspier, and her oddly pleasured moans did so as well, her voice dropping rapidly. Her ears shrank back into her head, only to poke through her hair as they sprouted again on her scalp. They looked different; they were triangular, and much more flexible. In fact, they laid themselves against her head as her change accelerated. Suddenly, Sarah whined, and held her palms to her stomach, right below her breasts. Suddenly, her hands were pushed aside, as a new pair -no, two pairs!- of breasts sprouted, one right below the other. Each pair was smaller than the one above, and the originals themselves were swelling too, until six jouncing melons jostled for position on her chest. Her hands were busy stroking the swaying orbs as they too changed, the fingers becoming shorter and stubbier, rubbery black pads growing on her palm, and lethal-looking claws shot, stimulating her four new nipples. She groped herself in glee with her new paws, waiting for the final change, the one that she enjoyed the most. She squealed in pleasure as she saw a patch of brown appear on her arm. As Michael looked on, a dense coat of fluffy dark brown fur swept over her, shrouding any subtler changes as she was consumed by the soft pelt. Something whipped around behind her, and she reached a hand around to fondle the base of her new, happily wagging tail. She threw her head back and howled as her change finished, and the heat in her loins jumped tenfold.

Michael's mouth hung open in shock. In less than five minutes, the nude woman in front of him had transformed into a nude wolf. Sarah placed her paws on his shoulder, and licked him on the mouth. "No words, stud-puppy? Surely you can guess what I am by now... Starts with a W. Wuh-wuh-wuh-wuh..."

Mike gulped, and exhaled nervously, finishing her sentence. "W-werewolf?"

She giggled sinisterly. "There's a good boy."

Mike squinted, and gasped. "I've seen you! You were that dog that messed up my suit!"

She nosed his chest, loving the feeling of his soon-to-be-much fuller hair on hers. "That's right, little puppy. I'm also the dog that ripped your door off the damn hinges and put holes in your tires. It's all been a little game to lead you right here, to this spot, to scratch an itch I've got."

Mike broke out into a sweat. "Oh, God, you're going to eat me."

Sarah ran a very long tongue over her muzzle. "Mmm, that does sound nice. Taste that juicy flesh and drink that sweet blood... But no. I'm a different kind of hungry tonight. So, tell me, fresh meat... Ever been raped by a werewolf?"

Mike squirmed in his bindings, trying to get away. "No! Leave me alone!"

Sarah began to pant again, her blood boiling at the thrill of conquest. "Oh, not so simple, pal... You signed the contract. You pulled the ring off. It's a little deal I make with myself; if I can get a guy to let the wolf out, he's hers to do with what we want. And what I want is a fuzzy little pet wolfie to do my bidding."

She tightened her grip on his shoulders. She smiled, showing rather a lot of pointy teeth. "Hold still. You want me to get this right." She leaned her head back, opened her mouth wide, and snarled. She brought her head back forward like a striking snake, and bit deep into the meat of his shoulder. Mike threw his head back and screamed, as her sharp teeth slipped easily into his body, tearing through the skin as if it didn't exist. She bit down harder, getting into his bloodstream. She purred as his warm essence splashed against her tongue, drinking his blood greedily as she worked her saliva into the open wound. She stepped back after a few seconds, lazily licking her chops as Michael hung limp. She smacked her lips, and said "Now, that's good stuff! Maybe I should have eaten you... But enough about that. In a few minutes, you're not going to give a damn about that. Or anything, for that matter."

Mike barely heard her words, as he lived in a dim, red haze. It felt as if something hot and virulent had entered through her bite, and was infecting the rest of his body. The heat spread from his shoulder into his arm, his torso, and his legs until his entire body burned with its fury. He vaguely felt something slide across his body, and opened his eyes to see Sarah slicing his clothes off with killer claws. She winked at him, and said "I wanna see this all the way through, pup." Another wave of heat forced his eyes closed, and he gritted his teeth as his brain reeled. The heat concentrated in his face, and he forced his eyes open with herculean effort, groaning as his face rearranged, his jaw painfully stretching, his nose elongating, and blunting into a wolfish snout. His new lips sealed, and his new long tongue thrust its way out, panting as he tried to relieve the burning. His legs thrust back, the kneecaps shattering one instant and reforming on the other side a second later. His feet spasmed and clenched as the heel went up, the toes splayed out, and pads sprouted up on them. His nails became long and black, growing painfully out of his toes. His hands went into rigor mortis as they too splayed and shortened, new claws emerging and pads spreading across his hand and palm. Suddenly, his hearing vanished, and then reappeared a second later as he felt something poking through his hair; his new pointed ears, lowering themselves in pain and fear. He felt a burning itch on his arm, and tried to scratch it, only to whimper in terror as he saw black erupt from it. The new luxurious black fur coat swallowed him in only a few seconds. Sarah ran her hands through it, and lolled her tongue out as she felt the softness of it. She looked down, and squeaked in delight as Michael felt his for-some-reason still-erect manhood tingle. Two waves of flesh crashed over it, forming a lupine sheath. The length itself changed too, becoming longer and tapered, his foreskin elongating into further flesh for it. Sarah cupped it and his fuzzy balls, and grinned. "Ooh... Big dog." Mike felt a great pressure on the base of his spine, and clenched his muscles there, feeling something furry whip at his back. Sarah reached around him, and brought a black brush around for him to inspect. "It's your cute little puppy-dog tail. Looks like you're done!"

Michael hung there, shivering as strange sensations washed over him. His new coat tickled, his new ears prickled as he heard her every breath, and his nose twitched as he caught an enticing scent, that faded as Sarah took a step back and fetched something from behind him. She came back into view, pulling a full-length mirror for him to see himself in. He wriggled a bit, and whined, looking at his new monstrous visage. A barrel-chested black wolf stared mournfully back at him with topaz eyes. He wondered vaguely why he was so ripped; while not out of shape, he had never been that toned. Muscles rippled beneath the long black fur, and his tail swung back and forth anxiously. He flexed his legs, watching with a heavy heart as they swung backwards, his legs hinging the wrong way. He looked up at her for a moment, and then cast his eyes back down. "What do you want," he said, tonelessly.

Sarah smiled. This was going great; the more stressed they were, the sooner she could break them, and move on to making them scratch her own itch. She reached down, and stroked his sheath. "Good boy!" She loved degrading the big males; with all their strength taken away, they were nothing. "And as for what I want..." She ran a gentle finger along it, dipping into the sheath. "I want you to be a good boy, and cum for me." Sarah twiddled the tip of his manhood between her two softest pads, in a movement she knew was good for males. Yes, yes, good! Please the Alpha! Sarah blinked. Where the hell had that come from? She pushed it from her mind, and continued stroking his length, teasing out his full wolfhood. Suddenly, she felt her tail shift without her command. She reached back to stop it from raising any higher, paying it no mind. She raised her gaze, intending to bestow several arousing licks on Michael's muzzle, only to encounter two glowing yellow orbs staring straight into hers.

"No," he said, narrowing his eyes.

Sarah blinked again, and cocked her head. "What?"

Mike showed his teeth a little. "I said no. Deaf? I'm not going to just let you work me over like this. If you want it, try dinner and a movie. But this? No dice."

Sarah took a step back, and smirked. A spirited one, this wolf. But, she would have her way, with or without his consent. No! He is the Alpha! She frowned. There was that damn voice again! She didn't care who he was, he was going to cum. She smirked as she imagined it; he'd be very quiet at first, but as her attentions intensified, he'd begin to quietly whimper, like an ignored puppy. Then, he'd start panting, tongue hanging out, hoping for a kiss or lick, which they would receive. Finally, they'd scream and beg for more as she tipped them gleefully over the edge. As they shuddered and yelped, she'd collect their seed on a few fingers, and force it into their muzzles; a taste of their own medicine, as it were. See how they like it!

The voice screamed. NO! He is the Alpha! Let him free to have his way with us! Her heart sank as she recognized the voice at last; it was Wolf. At least, that was what she called that part of herself. Wolf had only shown up when she'd first been changed, and refused to go away. Sarah supposed Wolf was her animalistic instincts made manifest. Wolf was the voice that told her to clean up her 'den', take care of any children she saw, and flag her tail at every male she saw. She didn't much care for Wolf; Sarah liked her guys screaming her name as they writhed in chains, making sure that they had no power over her. Wolf liked her wolves taking her from behind, grabbing her hips in strong paws as she shivered and screamed. Sarah didn't know why Wolf was calling Mike the Alpha... It wasn't a term she'd ever used before. She sniffed. He certainly did smell good. Very strong and virile... Wait, what was she saying?! She stamped down Wolf's voice, and went back to Michael.

She ran her claws under his pelt, and licked him all the way from his navel to his neck, and purred at him. "Mmm, are you sure? Don't want to play nicely with Mistress Sarah?"

Michael growled at her. The hair on Sarah's neck went up, and Wolf piped up again. The Alpha is angry! Quick, please him! Michael said "Eat a dick."

Sarah smiled sweetly at him. "Okay." She bent down, and eyed his length hungrily. It bobbed at nose level, longer than it had been as a human, and obviously much happier to see her than Michael was. She grinned at it, and said "Nice to meet you!" She kissed the tip gently, and giggled. Michael grunted, and looked away. Sarah pouted, and said "Oh, what's your problem? Don't like girls?"

Michael didn't even look at her. "I like 'em fine, except when they turn me into a fucking werewolf and try to molest me."

She snorted, and without further ado slurped his cock into her mouth. Michael gasped, and clenched his eyes shut as she caressed his length with her tongue. Sarah savored the taste of him in her mouth as she sucked. A few girls she knew said that they found blowjobs degrading; Sarah disagreed. If you set them up right, you can suck in the knowledge that if he displeases you, he'll never have children again. She swallowed a mouthful of salty saliva, and continued. She licked all over, giggling as the shaft made a bulge in her cheek. She put her nose to his waist, and slowly took his entire wolfhood into her throat. She swallowed, and massaged him with her throat muscles. She purred as a little pre dripped down into her stomach. See? Alpha tastes good! It feels nice to make him happy! His seed is delicious! Let's get more! Sarah gasped as Wolf yelled in her mind, and nearly made her pull off. She persevered, though, and continued gulped down his meat. She worked at him for several minutes, expecting a warm rush at any second.

It never came. She sucked and licked and gulped, but Michael refused to cum. Finally, she let his throbbing red prick slip free of her mouth, and sat back. She caught her breath, and stood up, throwing her hair over her shoulder. She grabbed Michael's side, and thrust her muzzle up to his ears, and huffed "This isn't even close to over, you sexy wuff. Why don't you just let go?"

Michael's eyes were screwed shut, and his breathing was heavy and uneven. "No! It'll just send you on a sick little power-trip. I'm not playing this game!"

Sarah began to get annoyed. She growled "You will!" And she pushed her paw down, and grasped the eager dick, pumping along it with practiced ease. For the next half-hour, she subjected the new wolf to every manner of erotic stimulation she knew. But it was to no avail. It didn't matter what she used; hands, mouth, feet, breasts, ass... Michael was resolute. And she refused to let him into her treasure; that was for no male to ever touch. Finally, she sprawled panting at his feet, trying to get enough breath back to resume her assault. Alpha is displeased, whimpered Wolf. Maybe if we display ourselves to him and beg for his love, he will forgive us... SHUT... UP! I don't need you, I don't need him, and I don't need this!

Sarah grasped Michael's neck, and snarled. Why wouldn't he break?! Why couldn't she make him cum? And why, oh, why, did her tail keep going up?! You want the Alpha, Wolf whispered. We both want him. We want him to push us down on all fours and fill us with his love until it spills all over... Sarah pushed down her tail one more time, and unchained the cuff holding Michael upright. She kicked him in the gut, and he fell over with a yelp. She quickly re-bound him to another metal ring on the floor. She poised herself over him, letting her swollen lips hang over his. Let him get a whiff of that! Maybe a little would drip into his mouth for his pleasure... It was the closest he would ever get. With her new leverage, she wrapped her muzzle around his wolfhood, and began her greatest assault yet. Writhing tongue, heaving throat, purring vibrations... He was going to cum if she had to eat his sausage! She licked and sucked with all her might, lowering herself onto him. She shook her hips mischievously; a few pheromones might make this job go easier.

So intent was Sarah on his business, that she didn't feel Michael's hot breath move closer to her depths. The only warning she had was a faint exhalation on her fluid-slicked groin, and then Michael planted a long, slow lick along her slit. Sarah's eyes went wide, and her mouth popped off his length without a sound. The only noise she made was a faint, distracted "Ohh..."

But Michael wasn't going to take 'Ohh' for an answer, and quickly lapped at her again. Sarah felt her legs go wobbly, and had to fight to keep from collapsing onto him. Yes! The Alpha likes our taste! Sarah wanted to yell, to scream at Wolf to shut up, and get away from his damned tongue. His long, warm, gentle tongue... NO! She tried desperately to dismount from him, but her body would not obey her. No, it was worse. It was obeying Wolf. Sarah wanted to get up; Wolf wanted to feel Michael licking across her walls. She pressed harder down onto Mike, whining like a dog as she felt the slick organ slither into her folds. No living thing can give head like a werewolf; the long wolf tongue combined with the intelligence of a human made an experience that had Sarah moaning and barking as she humped his face. Yes, yes, yes, oh, yes! The Alpha loves us! _He wants us to be happy!_No, no, no, no! She was stronger than this! Stronger than Wolf, stronger than her urges, and certainly stronger than this... This big, strong, dashing male... Stop! But Michael continued his assault, slurping up her runny juices, swiping along her quivering loins, and nibbling gently on her clit.

Sarah bit her lip as Mike's tongue caressed her little nub. Howl! Howl for the Alpha and let him know we are His! Sarah nearly screamed. She didn't want to be anybody's, she hardly even knew this wolf, and ohhh... She heard a woman's voice cry out, saying "Ohh! Oh, God! A-alpha! Oh, Alpha! Oh, p-please, more, Alpha! It feels good, ahhh, it feels good! I need more~!" She cringed as she realized that it was her voice, and... It was right! Oh, it felt so good, that long, wet, hot tongue washing her depths... But she was supposed to be stronger than this, stronger than any male. But, oooh... If just his tongue felt this good, what would his... His... She pushed the thought away in desperation, but Wolf yapped happily at it. Yes! His wolfhood will feel even better! Pulsing, throbbing, thrusting, spilling! And then, oh, and then maybe He will put His puppies into our belly, so we can carry his litter like a good bitch!

That was it; the final straw. Tears welled in Sarah's eyes as she felt hot, sticky warmth flood her body. She howled like a dog in heat as she came all over His face, crying as she realized that she wasn't strong; she was weak, and had let this handsome male break her. She whimpered as Michael lapped up her cum, swallowing it as she had planned to make him do with His own. That plan was over now... He had won. As her orgasm left her limp, her tears flowed more freely. There was a faint metallic 'SNAP', and she suddenly felt His paws stroke across her back. He must have broken the cuffs. She didn't care; She had lost, and was His to do with as He pleased.

Michael gently rubbed over her back. He figured it was the least that he could do; it had seemed as if her attitude had changed recently. Not so dominant, not so cruel. He took her in his arms, and brought her head around for a kiss. He stopped in shock when he saw that she was crying. He touched a paw to her face, and whined. He didn't know why she was crying, and he wanted to help her. There was a gentle urge in his mind that told him so; he wanted to dry her tears and make her laugh again. As softly as he could, he said "Sarah... What's the matter? Are you alright?"

Sarah whimpered again. His voice was so kind and warm... Why was it soft and warm?! Why didn't he just get it over with? She tried to pull away, but only fell deeper into his furred embrace. She choked out "Fine, you win! Don't drag this out, just roll me over and fuck me."

Mike was taken aback. "What... Why would I do that? I'll admit, it wasn't very nice of you to bite and try to rape me, but I'm certainly not going to return the favor like that."

Sarah sobbed. Why did He have to humiliate her like this? "Don't pretend you don't know! You broke me, got me to gush on you, and broke out of your chains. You win. I'm your bitch." She looked up at him, and stared him straight in the eye. "So just screw me already and be done with!"

Mike growled. Sarah shrank into herself, and wept harder, and he felt bad instantly. He supported her head with his paw, and licked a few teardrops away. "Okay," he said gently, "There's a story here. I swear, I am not gonna just flip you over and molest you, so why don't you take a few minutes, calm down, and tell me what happened?"

Sarah wanted to run, she wanted to hide, she wanted to tell Him her story... Wait, what? "Oh-okay, Alpha..." She took a deep, shuddering breath, but found that she couldn't speak. She squeaked, and cried harder. Suddenly, Michael began to stroke her face. She inhaled to scream, but only managed to produce a faint sigh. His fingers were so soft, and His claws were so gentle... She could feel a warm current spread from his hands. It was different than the mind-shattering orgasm she'd been dealt; this was calm, deep, and soothing. It is the Alpha's love, Wolf whispered. He loves us, and wants us to be healthy, happy... And whole. We love Him too, and want to tell Him why we are scared. Sarah smiled softly, and nuzzled his paw. She snuggled into the crook of his arm, and began to speak quietly. "W-when I was 19, I was kidnapped. I woke up in a dark room with a schizophrenic werewolf. He... He bit me." She exhaled shakily, and continued. "He told me that because I couldn't stop him, I was his bitch. He molested me every day for month, leaving me sobbing and covered with bite marks and his cum." Sarah closed her eyes and shivered as she remembered. She felt something damp touch her muzzle, and opened her eyes. Michael had touched his nose to her snout, and was watching her with half-mast eyes. She shuddered as she felt him adjust his grasp, his fingers sliding into her fur and caressing her tingling skin. She whimpered and licked his muzzle. Sarah felt warmth blossom in her chest, and she moaned and melted in his grip as Alpha licked her on the nose. Alpha loves us, Wolf purred. He loves us! He only wants us to get better, and we want to return His love. Help Him help us!

Sarah took a deep breath, and went on. Only the love of the Alpha kept her going as she relived those days. "Once, I managed to get out. A passing couple screamed and called the police. I ran, but he found me, and beat me terribly for trying to escape. As I lay bleeding on the floor, he told me that I was a monster, just like him, and that this was the way life was going to be. That there was no way back. But I saw him, one night, as he put on a silver ring and turned back into a human."

She bared her teeth, and hissed. "I tore him apart like a rag-doll, and took his ring. I went back to being human, and ran. I called 911 and reported it, and they found the body. They never did like my explanation, but they let me go at least. But... I couldn't live the same after that. Every time a guy wanted to get close to me, I'd see his claws reaching out, his crazy laugh ringing in my ears, and his clammy p..." She broke off, and began to sob, feeling her captor rape her again. She saw his mangy pelt, saw his rotted teeth, drool hanging from them as he pleasured himself with her. She was back in that wooden shed again, alone, afraid, and a monster.

Suddenly, she felt warm paws around her, dragging her out of her nightmare back into the light. With a gasp, she was back in the Alpha's arms, and he was holding and petting her tenderly. Michael leaned in, and placed his muzzle under hers, lifting it up slightly. "I'm sorry," he said softly. "I didn't know." Sarah could only breathe, and shallowly at that, as his strong paws gently held her as if she was made of something incredibly fragile and unbelievably precious. She sighed unsteadily as one of his paws went up and began to pass back and forth lovingly behind her ears. After a few moments of silence, Mike said "Is there anything I can do to help?"

For the first time that night, Wolf and Sarah thought the same thing, and spoke it too. "Hold me," she whimpered. Michael blinked in surprise, but purred "Alright. Like this?" He scooted his tail end forward, and leaned back against the wall, allowing her to lie on his lap. He enfolded her in his arms, and traced small patterns in her fur with his claws. Sarah felt herself relaxing, and whined "Oh... Oh, yes, just like... Just like that." Michael smiled, and rubbed her ears. Sarah wriggled a bit in his embrace, but soon stilled. She floated on a fuzzy cloud; the feeling of his dense fur poking through hers, the sensation of his paws gently supporting her, the tingling behind her ears as he slowly caressed them... She felt safe, as if nothing could ever touch her again. Her memories of her first change seemed far-off... No, no, that was wrong. They were gone. Every stroke of the Alpha's hands erased more of the scary memories, until she could hardly remember why she had tried to tie him up. It all seemed silly to her; why try to tie up the Alpha? He loved her, and she loved Him. Wolf spoke to her, and for the first time in a long time, Sarah let her speak.

Do you see now, Sarah? This is what it means to let an Alpha love you, and to love Him in return. To feel protected, to feel insulated, to feel appreciated... This is what His love means. And to return His love means to make Him feel powerful, to feel needed, and to feel confident. It means to support Him in his every endeavor; it means to help Him shake off the world's troubles when He returns to your den. And it means to -eventually- carry His pups in your belly, give birth, and nurture them into strong sons and daughters. For you, it means that He will shield you from danger, that He will comfort you when you feel sad, and when you are ready, He will give you children to raise. Does this sound acceptable? Do you wish to be with the Alpha?

"Yes," Sarah whispered.

Michael cocked his head, and said "What?"

Sarah twisted in his embrace, so she was looking at him upside down. Mike had to smile, it was so cute. Sarah squeezed her eyes shut, and said "Michael, will you be my mate?"

Mike blinked. "Say what?"

She licked his snout. "Will you be my mate, Michael? You're sweet, you're strong, you're adorable and fuzzy, and I'm reasonably sure you won't sue me if we're married."

Michael thought for a second, twiddling one of her furry ears in between his fingers. "Aren't I supposed to ask that question?"

Sarah giggled, and pushed her head further into his hand. "Maybe. But I wanted to do it first." Suddenly, her face fell. "Are you saying no?"

Michael's heart went out to her. He didn't want her to be sad; he wanted to make her happy. He stuck his muzzle into her belly fluff, and blew a raspberry. "No! I'm not saying that at all." Sarah threw her head back and laughed as he tickled her. Michael's ears pricked at the sound; he liked her laugh. He wanted to hear it again. He pushed his snout up between the six mounds of her breasts, chuckling as she squeaked and squeezed them together, pressing a gentle pressure to his head. "Why would I say no? You're cute, you're affectionate, you're clearly experienced..."

Sarah giggled, and squished her orbs together so hard he couldn't see. From the warm tunnel of her chest, he heard "I bet it helps I'm rich."

He licked her uppermost left breast. "Just a leetle." He licked again as she moaned and thrust her body against him. "But it helps more that you're a hot little wolfess." He pulled himself from her embrace, and frowned as she whined at his absence. "Sarah, why do I feel that I need to do something whenever you're sad? I mean, more than I would anyway. It's like whenever you're hurt, a voice in my head tells me to make it better, to make you happy again."

Sarah had to blink back tears of joy. His wolfish instincts had declared her his mate! She threw her arms around his neck, and kissed his chest. "It's your werewolf half, lover. The instincts come around like a voice in the back of your head. Your voice is telling you that you care about me as your mate." She put her nose to his and glanced away from his gaze, suddenly shy. "So... Will you be? Pretty please with a wuffie on top?"

Michael didn't answer with words; he answered with lips and tongue. He kissed her on the mouth, turning his head at just the proper angle. Sarah felt her tail rise, and turned her head too, letting her tongue loll out to make room for his. She murred as his pink organ explored her mouth, letting him lick her all over. The latent heat in her abdomen jumped with every swipe, and she hugged him tighter as he nibbled her. She removed one of her hands, and placed it over his, guiding it to her rows of breasts. She stroked him over her stiff nipples, moaning into his mouth as he took it up on his own, and returned her paw to holding tight to his body. Michael caressed her chest, giving each needy tit its own attention, circling the areola with a gentle claw, giving the hard teat a teasing tug, and gently squeezing them to Sarah's delight.

He began to gently lay her back, applying a gentle pressure. Before, she would have found it frightening. But now, Michael's gentle paws and Wolf's whispered words allowed her to be lowered until her tail hit the floor, followed by her pert butt. He let her roll completely onto her back, and crept forward on all fours. He snuffled at her footpaws, which made her giggle, and began to nuzzle up the side of her leg, which made her moan. He nosed higher and higher, and for a moment Sarah feared that he would shove his entire snout into her box, he but he swerved aside at the last moment. He examined the soft tan fur on her stomach, and rolled his head around in it to her delight. She even reached her paws down and shoved him into it. He pushed aside her hands, and continued his rise. He sniffed her breasts, and nipped the side of one. Sarah squeaked, and tried to lay still, but couldn't help quivering with excitement. Mike licked over each melon in sequence, paying each due attention, before he settled on the rightmost top one. He ran his teeth along the hairless circle before fastening his muzzle around the inflamed teat. As Sarah whimpered and bucked into him, he began to suckle.

Pleasure sparked out of Sarah's chest and hit her straight between the eyes. She cried out, and grabbed his head with both paws, pushing him deeper into her titflesh. She gasped rhythmically in time with his gulps, wishing that he could go deeper, or somehow feed from all six at once. She wished that... That... We wish that we had milk to give the Alpha, Wolf squealed, obviously feeling the pleasure more acutely than Sarah. We wish that we overflowed with it, so that He might drink from us as is His right, and so that we might nourish his children so that they may grow big and strong. Sarah moaned again, pulling herself up on his body. She did wish she was lactating; giving up her milk to this grand creature would be at least a little recompense for the sensation she was experiencing. She whined as he let the pleasure-soaked nub go, but forgot it when he kissed her again. She got one last look at him before she closed her eyes; huge, strong, black and soft, caring and gentle... And hers. He was hers, and she was his. She wanted to feel his paws roll her over, and take her in the only way wolves respect, to quench the fire that had raged in her cunt for the past hour. And then she closed her eyes, to better feel his kiss.

Michael kissed long, slow, and hard. His new instincts told him exactly how far to go before becoming aggressive, but just enough to make her love it. Sarah whimpered beneath him, and he broke the kiss to gaze into her glazed sea-green eyes. She was having trouble breathing, and when she caught her breath, she gasped "Take me, Alpha. I-I want to receive you."

Mike nosed her cheek. "Are you sure? I mean, if it scares you..."

He stopped as her eyes began to glisten. He kissed her quickly again to banish the tears, and softly whispered "Alright. If you're sure."

He took a few steps back, and grabbed her hips. Sarah simply lay still, trying to keep herself from bucking into nothing. Michael gently rolled her over, until her wildly wagging tail was beating him around the chest. He grabbed it, and Sarah moaned. She quickly scrabbled up onto all fours, raised her ass, and flagged her tail as high as it would go. This was it, she thought, Alpha is going to fill me.

When Michael saw her pouting nether lips, instinct took over. He hauled himself up onto her back, and positioned himself for thrusting. It took all the willpower he had to ask one final question. "Sarah! Will... Will you be my mate?"

Sarah took a deep breath. "Yes, Michael." And then he was inside her. Wolf howled, and Sarah howled too as she felt something very large, very wet, and very, very warm enter her, sliding in and in and in until she felt Michael's hips collide with her ass and his tip brush against her cervix. Oh. Ohh. Ohhhhhh. It was wonderful, perfect, indescribable. Why had she tried to fight against this? Alpha was so perfectly shaped to fill her and only her that to do anything less than raise her tail seemed stupid. She scooted her hind end a little higher; she didn't want anything to come between her and that heated brand. She cried when it left her. She wanted to hold it within her walls for hours more. However, when it returned with a vengeance to its new home, Sarah cried out in ecstasy. She loved it! She loved him! She loved being bred like the squealing bitch she was!

Michael's tongue hung out of his mouth as he made the first thrust. Oh, God, but she felt good! So hot, so tight, so wet... And the sounds she made! Could any male ask for a more confidence-inspiring soundtrack than Sarah's yips and barks? He thrust again, loving how her walls clenched hard around him no matter what he did. When he left, they tried to stop him, when he came back, they were happy to see him, and squeezed his wolfhood both ways. He snarled ferally as he bred her, his thrusts becoming faster, sharper, and harder as he pleasured his new mate, his most beautiful bitch. He wanted to make her happy, he wanted to fill her, he wanted to fertilize her, make her huge with his pups... Wait, what? He bent his head over, and managed to get out "Unh, Sarah, what do aggh, think about nnf, maybe having kids?"

Sarah threw her head back, and screamed. "AAAAHHHH! Ah, Alpha! I would love to mmm, have your puppies! Please, give me some!" She cried in joy as she thrust back against him. Alpha is going to give us children now, Wolf wept. His love is endless! We must receive them! Sarah's mind clouded, she couldn't think straight anymore, couldn't think at all. There was only herself, Alpha, Wolf, the far-off allure of a litter of pups, and of course Alpha's perfect, eager shaft. Golden waves of pleasure eroded her mind's shores, until she could only tremble and howl as she was fucked.

Mike lifted her hips up, and slammed them down as he thrusted up. This was perfect, this was incredible! His lovely new mate wanted to have his children! Well, if that was what she desired, he'd pump her full of the little guys. He hilted again, and again, and again. Suddenly, he felt growing resistance to his thrusting, and looked down to see a fleshy knot bulging at the base of his wolfhood. At any other time, he might have questioned it, but he simply shrugged and stuffed it into Sarah. She moaned, and wriggled in his grip. Michael pulled the knot out, and thrust it in again. He did it three more times, before he found he could not remove himself from her. She screamed; his knot felt so good! The Alpha tied! He really, really tied with us! He shall soon release, and give us our reward! Mike could feel release approaching, and welcomed it. However... Before he could fertilize his mate, she had to cum first. Anything less than pleasing her first would not be tolerated.

Sarah couldn't move, couldn't think, could only whimper as she was rocked by the endless tsunami of pleasure. Suddenly, she gasped, and screamed. The Alpha was tugging and teasing her nipples. She vaguely wished again that she was milking, so she could let down all over his claws and feed him, but that thought was swept away by his claws, paws, his wolfhood, and the knot in her innards that would preserve his gift in her. She was close. She was so close! She was...

Michael was utterly unprepared for the sound that Sarah made. She threw her head back, pursed her muzzle, and let out a howl that shook the windows. Her sex didn't so much clench around him, as attempt to suck him into her womb. The wet sliding sensation around his knot and shaft, the sudden rush of warm fluid that could not escape her filling tunnel, the whimpering entreaties of his mate, it was all too much for Michael. He growled, bit her neck, and splattered into her.

Sarah couldn't take it, couldn't stand the playing with her teats, couldn't take the hot shaft and hard knot in her cunny, couldn't deal with the huge, wonderful male that was her mate. She howled as she came all over him, her juices roiling around inside her, unable and unwilling to escape. Then, she felt the Alpha's fangs bite into her neck, and she wept tears of joy. He was taking her! The claiming nip would mark her forever as his and his alone. And then, she felt it. A wet explosion into her, a tidal wave of hot male seed. She barked in ecstasy as he came into her, painting her walls with his essence. Warm, gooey ropes pushed into her sex, and were carried softly into her womb, to fertilize her eggs and make her a mother. She felt it happen, and rejoiced. But it didn't stop, and she didn't want it to! Michael kept cumming, and cumming, and she still hadn't stopped from her second orgasm of the night. She wiggled in glee as she felt her tunnel and womb fill completely, ensuring conception. But still the flow did not taper.

Softly, her stomach began to bulge outward, her womb filling with the pair's love. She spared a paw to stroke over it as it swelled, growing larger by the second, the fur sliding as she stretched. It felt good... So good. So good to be filled to bursting by the Alpha, so good to carry his essence around in a swollen tummy. To her disappointment, eventually the rush of fluids did stop, and Michael lay across her back, panting. She smiled, and gasped out "Michael... My belly. It's full; would you feel it for me?"

He reached a paw down to feel her distended womb, and smiled. "Huh. Looks like we already got a good start on those puppies." He rolled over, and since Sarah was tied to him, she rolled too. He placed both hands on her first-trimester stomach, and licked her ear.

She purred, and snuggled against him. The pudge wouldn't last, she knew, but she was pregnant. There would be a much larger bulge in just a little while. She could wait. She squeezed his paws with her own, and lay back. She wondered why Wolf wasn't speaking to her. Then, she realized that she didn't have to. She was fulfilling her instincts, and Wolf was no longer needed. But she wouldn't be alone... Never again. And all because of the lovely male holding her.

Over the next month, Sarah and Michael's friends had many questions. How did the two meet? Why had they decided to marry so quickly? Was it exploitation that Michael moved in with her? When was the due date?

...And perhaps most importantly; why were the wedding rings silver?