The Woods by the Beach
A gross exaggeration of the effects of werewolf cock on straight people. That's never been done on SoFurry before, right? If you don't like that kind of stuff, you can get out.
This is my third story on SoFurry. I hope you like it. If not... well... you can get out too.
Jack was tired. He had been at the beach by himself all day, just swimming. He didn't know why, but for some reason, the ocean relaxed him. The lean 17-year-old had been coming down to this beach every Saturday for the last two years, and it showed. Though he was thin by nature, his body had been tanned and toned enough to receive compliments when his shirt was off. And since he was at the beach, it was.
But now he was tired, and with the sun setting, it was getting dark fast. He gathered his things. He threw his towel over his shoulders and grabbed his shirt, his wallet, and his house-keys. He slid on his flip-flops then started down the rarely-used path that led through the forest to his house in the city.
He often wondered why nobody else went to that beach. It's a great spot, with soft white sand and warm water. "I guess," he thought, "they just don't know about it." It was a double-edged sword, the beach's privacy. On one hand, it'd always be peaceful. On the other hand, it would be nice to have some other people around, especially on a night like this.
As soon as the sun set, the temperature immediately dropped. The wind picked up, and a low, dense fog rolled over the path. He looked up, and saw the moon's light streaming between the tree branches. "Yes, it would be nice to have someone around... it's spooky," he thought.
And just then, he heard a rustle in the distance. He froze, and his heart skipped a beat. "Just an animal," he thought. He kept walking, but quickened his pace.
He continued to hear twigs snap in the distance. He heard dirt crunch and what he thought were footsteps. He shivered, and decided that it would be a good time to put his shirt on.
He looked around first and saw nothing. He didn't know why he was being so paranoid, he'd walked this path at night hundreds of times. Besides, it's a forest. Of course there are going to be noises. He grabbed his shirt, and began to pull it over his head when he heard shuffling followed by the crinkling of leaves. He paused for a moment... but just for a moment. As soon as he'd finished putting it on, as soon as his head was free, he found, directly in front of his face, the large grinning head of a wolf.
"Hello," it growled.
He yelped in surprise and stumbled backwards, tripping on a root. He backed up against a tree in fear.
"Why, may I ask, was a wet shirtless child poncing about my woods at night?"
The wolf was massive. It was bipedal, for starters, easily 7 feet tall. On top of that, to make the understatement of the century, it was strong. Powerful muscles rippled across every part of its body, with a dense coat of charcoal gray fur to top it off. His eyes glowed amber in the moonlight.
Jack was speechless. "Are you... a werewolf?"
"No, I'm a different kind of talking bipedal wolf--of course I'm a werewolf. And, as you may have noticed, I am a very, very horny werewolf."
Jack had not noticed. But his glance involuntarily slid downwards until it rested on the largest erection he had ever seen. He was straight, but he couldn't take his eyes off the 11 inches of throbbing red wolfcock glimmering in the moonlight before him. Below it hung two bulbous testicles, each the size of a tennis ball. They were perfect. And the wolf looked hungry.
"Yes, feast your eyes and all that," the wolf said disinterestedly. "When you're finished, you can remove your clothes and bend over."
Jack was shocked. More shocked that he hadn't seen the possibility of rape than by the proposed action itself. But now that it was out in the open, Jack did what any reasonable future-rape-victim would do and said,
"No."
"No!? What do you mean, 'no'? There is no 'no'. The way I see it, you have three possibilities, and they all end with my cock up your ass, and two of them end up with your ass becoming furry.
"First possibility. We fight. Do you think you can beat me in a fight? Look at me. I'm a wall of muscle, and the parts of me that aren't muscle are either cock, claw or fang. I'll fucking destroy you and you'll get clawed or bitten in the process. Which, by the way, will make you a werewolf. Do you think you can beat me in a fight?
Jack was pretty strong, but he'd be lying to himself if he said he could best the wolf in battle. And he was practically guaranteed to become a wolf, if a fight did ensue. He looked at the werewolves bulging muscles beneath his thick dark fur. He saw the beast's teeth, glimmering in the moonlight, and he saw feral aggression deep in the wolf's amber eyes. He wouldn't stand a chance. "No, I couldn't beat you in a fight."
"Second possibility. You try and run away. This is actually my favorite one. Do you know why? Because it'd be so easy. You're wearing fuckin' flip-flops. Even in sneakers, you couldn't outrun me. I climb trees and I've got a nose that could smell you from miles away. I'd catch you, bite you, then fuck you silly. Do you think you could fucking outrun me?"
He looked at his feet. He wasn't even that fast anyway. Defeated, he said "No, I couldn't fucking outrun you."
"Funny. Now, third possibility. The only reason I'm offering this to you is because I'm so damn horny. You just strip your clothes off and bend over. I fuck you, then we both head our separate ways. Nobody has to find out, either. It's just you and me in this forest..." He began to rub his shaft. "It's hard for a forest werewolf to find a decent fuck. Hell, you might even enjoy it. Nothing wrong with making the best of a bad situation. Now come over here. I promise..." The werewolf winked. "...I won't bite."
Jack still didn't trust the wolf, but... what choice did he have? He cautiously approached the wolf, who quickly began to feel him up.
"Mmm, let's see what we have here."
Jack felt an intrusive paw slide into his swim trunks and began grab him. He felt his ass being squeezed and rubbed. Soon another paw entered, and the wolf continued to grope the round ass. Jack stood awkwardly, not knowing exactly what to do.
"Yeah, I like what I'm feeling. I bet you are too."
He hated to admit it, but the wolf's ministrations were arousing him. Before long, he was rock hard and panting. "God," he thought "this shouldn't he happening. I'm straight!" Soon the wolf's paws grasped his waistband and slid his trunks off completely.
"I was right. That's a cute little cock you've got there."
The wolf grabbed it, and stared for a moment. Then he suddenly took the entire length into his hungry maw.
The sensation overwhelmed Jack, and he let out an involuntary moan. The werewolf began to move up and down on his cock, coating it with saliva. He licked its underside as he bobbed, sucking and teasing it. "Wh... what are you doing?" The blowjob stopped.
"Why shouldn't you get to enjoy this? But it's your turn now"
Before Jack could do anything about it, the wolf clawed his shirt off and forced him, naked, onto his knees. Before him stood the werewolf's beautiful manhood. Jack couldn't deny that it looked enticing. Appetizing even.
He could smell the musk of the wolf. It was overpowering and undoubtedly manly. It emanated in waves from the wolf's hot body, and Jack couldn't deny that It was irresistible. It was like-
"What are you waiting for," barked the wolf.
And without a second thought, Jack grabbed the base of the cock and gave it a long, sensual lick from bottom to the tip. The wolf shivered, and Jack repeated himself, this time lapping up all the delicious, salty pre flowing from it. Jack's mind was too far gone to argue that he was too straight to be doing this, and he took the wolf's cocktip into his mouth.
Copious amounts of pre began to flow from the wolf, which Jack eagerly swallowed. He felt a hand on his head urging him to take more of the cock, and Jack was happy to oblige. He swallowed more and more of the wolf until the back of his throat was tickled by his cock.
Soon the wolf's hand was urging him to move up and down. Jack did so with aplomb, letting his lips rub and lubricate the wolf's cock as his head bobbed. He licked it's delicious underside with his tongue, and sucked and swallowed and-
"Enough. Stand and bend over. Hands on that tree"
Jack did so without thinking twice about it. The wolf moved behind him, and pressed his cock against Jack's tight pucker. Without warning, the wolf thrusted in.
The pain was excruciating. It felt like his entire body was being split apart. Eyes filling with tears, he looked back and saw that the rod of meat was hardly halfway in him. The wolf pressed in further, with each inch increasing the pain, burning as it entered. He cried out in agony, knowing that he couldn't do anything about this.
Yet, he was still rock hard. And the pain was dulling. And he felt the wolf's furred hips meeting his ass. After a few moments passed, Jack felt full... and he liked it. He liked the feeling of having the powerful wolf inside him, and he liked the feeling of the wolf's heavy balls resting against his own. He liked feeling like the wolf's bitch.
Once again without warning, the Wolf pulled out. And then he began to drive back in. The pain of being fucked was fading, and Jack found himself beginning to greatly enjoy it. "No... not enjoy it," Jack thought to himself. But as the wolf's thrusting continued, he found himself unable to deny the pleasure of the experience. As the wolf's pace built up, Jack was surprised to find himself moving his ass back to meet the wolf's thrusts.
Soon he was lost in pleasure. Every thrust was ecstasy and soon he couldn't help but moan after every one. Every time the wolf's hips slammed into his ass, every time the wolf's balls slapped his own, he was screaming with pleasure.
How could he ever have told himself that he was straight?
"Ungh... F.. fuck me."
"Hehe, little human bitch likes werewolf cock up his ass?"
"Yes... ugh, OH YES!"
Jack felt the werewolf quicken his pace. He felt the werewolf cram his cock up his ass again and again...
"Ungh... kid, you remember those three options I mentioned earlier?" shouted the wolf between thrusts. But Jack could hardly remember anything, lost in the bliss of having his ass pounded and filled again and again by wolfcock.
"Well... ugh... I lied. Mmm, all three of them ended up with your ass becoming furry."
Jack hardly registered the wolf's words until he felt a sharp pain in his shoulder. He turned to see that the werewolf had bit him.
"Sorry," the wolf said, still humping rapidly. "It's my nature."
Jack felt the wolf continue to increase his speed. He felt the wolf's knot start hammering against his tender hole, taunting him. He yelled and began to push back against each thrust with all his might, his mind paralyzed by pure bliss. And then, with a pop, Jack felt the knot enter him.
Soon after, he felt the wolf's cock spurt volcanically inside him, powerfully filling him with the werewolf's warm seed. That was all it took to send Jack over the edge as he violently orgasmed ejaculating countless loads of his spunk onto the tree. The orgasm shook his body, causing him to shake and clench. Soon dizziness took him. Unconsciousness followed.
* * *
Jack woke up staring at the underside of a thatched roof. He felt different, dazed, and exhausted. "What happened last night?" he thought. He groggily rubbed his eyes then rolled over. Next to him in the bed was the werewolf that had raped him last night.
He lept out of bed, shouting. The werewolf awoke.
"What the fuck am I doing here? What happened? Where am I? What does a werewolf like you think he-"
"First of all," the werewolf began, cutting him off, "I have a name. It's Roy. Nice to meet you. I brought you here since... well I couldn't leave you there, a useless lump of sweat, tears, blood and spunk. And you were about to transform, so I decided to bring you to my cabin. You turned out pretty cute, I might add."
"What?"
Roy got out of bed, took Jack's hand. Then he took Jack to the cabin's bathroom where Jack could look in the mirror.
"Holy shit."
Jack saw not his reflection, but the reflection of a coppery brown wolf with emerald eyes. He raised his hand - the wolf raised his paw.
"Holy shit..."
"I brought you back here since I liked you."
"You raped me."
"So?"
Jack didn't know what to say or how to act. On one hand, this was a wolf who had raped him and taken his life away. But at the same time, he had liked it. A lot. And there wasn't much point in pushing away the only person - or wolf - you could ever associate with again.
"So..." Jack began. He sighed. "Nothing wrong with making the best of a bad situation."
Roy licked Jack's nose. "Let's go to the beach. The ocean always relaxes me."
Jack reluctantly agreed.