The Walk Home
Story by Muskwalker on SoFurry
Imported from SF2 with no description provided.
It was another lonely walk home well after night had fallen. Living in a small town meant public transportation was terrible: no matter what shift I chose at work, I could either catch a bus from work or a bus to work—but never both, because the buses just don't run long enough.
I chose the evening shift because I figured being sweaty all day at work might not be a good idea. On the bright side, since it was a small town, I didn't really have to worry all that much about my safety, even on the darkest nights.
I'd been doing this route long enough to be confident of the way, but not long enough to go the whole way without a break. (Yeah, I'm out of shape.) I usually took my rest about halfway home, at a bench outside a little taco joint.
Tonight there was a full moon, with a sort of gently deceiving kind of light that made you forget the dark was really as bad as it was… but then you hear a rustling in the bushes behind you, a sound like someone moving, and find you can't really see anything at all when you turn around.
Except something that looked like a pair of enormous bright eyes peeking out through the foliage.
Well, that break's over.
I got up and started moving again. There was better light a little ways down the road where a gas station sign illuminated the street, though at this hour the place itself was unmanned. I moved quickly—not fast enough to look like I was fleeing, but hopefully fast enough to shake off whatever had been behind me—until I turned the corner and saw a monster in front of me.
All right, my first impression was that it might have been someone in an elaborate costume. When you see something strange, you go for the most plausible explanation, right? I knew it wasn't an animal—although it was covered in fur, it stood upright and seemed to be carrying itself with an air of some intelligence. But the height and breadth of the creature were well over what I'd expect from a human in a suit—it must've been eight feet tall easily, broad-built, thick, and powerful.
But the thing that really gave away what was going on was that through the tatters of clothing that covered the monster, you could easily see a massive, dripping erection that absolutely no person in a costume would be allowed to show off in public.
This was a werewolf, and clearly a werewolf in need of something to mount.
And it was watching me with an unmistakable hunger.
Every part of me wanted to turn and run, because the animal self-preservation instinct in us isn't good at doing calculations like “how well can an overweight, worn-out human outrun a predator anyway?" One just wants to not be there.
But I knew I couldn't make not being there happen. So I did the only other thing I could.
“Hi, uh," I said. “I'm Luis."
Because what the hell. If it wanted to kill or eat me or anything, it already would have.
The werewolf growled. It was a deep, terrifying sound, of the kind that resonates in the pit of your stomach and gives your bladder a squeeze. But I was sweaty enough at this point that I hardly noticed the extra wetness.
The werewolf growled again, slightly more articulately, as if it were trying to find words.
Instead, it rushed me and grabbed my shoulder with a massive furry paw, holding me in place.
Its dick was at eye level with me, and must have been at least two feet of glistening flesh.
The part of my brain that refused to run away said “Um… please, I'd rather not die tonight…"
It gave me a hard-to-read look that lasted far longer than I was comfortable with. Then, it hefted me up over its shoulder and started running.
I felt like I might be sick. I'd just wanted to get home and relax after a long day, and now I was at the mercy of a giant werewolf who might either eat me or plow me or maybe even both. I watched the scenery go by as he ran, trying to get a sense in the dark of where he was taking me.
It didn't look like any part of town I recognized, though.
And after a few minutes he dumped me to the ground in an open field at least fifteen blocks from where we'd started.
“Don't run," he growled.
If I wasn't running before, I was even less likely to run now. I'd have no idea where I was without taking the time to pull up the map app—not a thing you have a lot of leisure for if a werewolf has his eye on you. “Um. Yes, sir," I said.
“Pants off," came the next command.
Ah, the lost art of seduction.
I wasn't conflicted about being mounted per se—I'd taken my share of dicks before, though usually I took them orally. The size was intimidating, though, and the bestial shape of the thick shaft—to say nothing of its owner—escalated my trepidation from “may have trouble walking tomorrow" to “may need to spend the rest of the night in the ER."
Still, when an eight-foot hulking monster tells you to take your pants off, you take your pants off.
I started to take off my shirt and jacket as well, but the werewolf stopped me, raising his paw.
Its fierce claws, obviously not retractable, suggested I could probably do with what little protection the rest of my clothes would give.
“Turn," he said.
My terror levels increased as I turned my back on the randy monster. Clearly it wasn't planning on destroying me outright, but his last gesture had only underscored that even unintentional damage could be grievous.
I really, really hoped I wasn't too far from a hospital.
The werewolf's growl shifted position from above my head to below my waist, and I turned my head just in time to see an enormous sturdy tongue slide firmly between my buttocks, seeking my hole.
His tongue was cool and wet and disconcerting and I sank to my knees as the overwhelming sensation hijacked the entire lower half of my body.
However broken I ended up tonight, at least the werewolf was good.
The enormous tongue worked my hole deep, making my dick hard and dripping along the underside of my belly. The arousal clouded my judgment and I started to want it, badly. I needed that massive werewolf cock inside me. I needed… I needed to be bred.
I don't know how long my thoughts kept escalating like this, but by the time the beast withdrew his muzzle from my butt there was hardly anything left of me but a needy rutting bitch.
And he knew it.
That rod was at my slickened hole in a moment and I needed it in me like I needed breathing.
I whined animalistically as the tip of his cock worked its way into my hole. Preparation aside, it was still as thick as a fist and it only took a couple of inches before my body was protesting in pain. My libido overrode the impulse to push back, to pull away.
“Fuck me," I said.
The werewolf complied, sliding its dick to the base inside me with one thrust, forcing a deep groan from me I hardly recognized.
I was painfully full of him, but the pleasure of the stretch was indescribable.
And then he started to fuck.
I was entirely helpless as he bent over me, covering me with his weight, and slammed that monster home over and over again, his heavy balls pounding against my thighs. Every thrust knocked the breath out of me, and I felt incredibly weak, but the sensation was overwhelming—I reached a climax almost immediately and never came down, my dick shooting load after load onto the ground between my knees.
The werewolf's thrusts were quick and powerful, making my insides feel they were ground to jelly. And my hole—I felt like surely it'd never be able to tighten up again after this. Not only was his massively-thick member giving me no mercy, but it felt like he was trying to force something thicker in as well.
Some of you more seasoned perverts already know what happens next, but I never kept up with canine anatomy.
The swelling at the base of the werewolf's cock forced itself on my already-abused hole, which resisted for a few tense, painful seconds until, with a very loud pop, its canine knot was filling my hole.
My ass pulsed and tensed hard, trying to push back and relax itself, but with no luck—it would be just as much effort to push out as to push in, and I was nowhere near as strong as the werewolf. The knot added at least half a foot to the length of cock inside me, and I could feel it reaching depths inside me that I was fairly sure were never meant to be plumbed.
I was so caught up in these sensations I hadn't even realized the werewolf was cumming. After half a second to adjust, it was unmistakable: the monster was no longer thrusting, but leaning much of its weight on me, panting, and the incredible throb of his cock inside me made my whole body tremble.
I felt incredibly full.
And then I felt much fuller.
And then my belly was pushing itself down my thighs and I reached a hand down in disbelief to find that it was swelling immensely, taut and quite heavy.
The werewolf's cum was bloating out my gut to the point where I must've looked like I was carrying a baby.
I could practically hear each shot of cum slosh as it landed inside me.
And then my belly reached the ground. I had no idea my body could stretch that much, but it was better than the alternative, so I didn't question it.
I could only lie there and continue to swell as the werewolf's massive balls drained into me—I wouldn't be able to move now even if I wanted to. And when the pulsation of that shaft finally started to die down, I saw the sun was already coming up and I knew it was going to be hard for me—at the very least I was going to have a hard time getting up, getting checked out, and getting presentable before work.
And still the werewolf's knot plugged my ass, the big beast apparently insatiable even after the amount of seed it'd plumped into me. I could only sit and stroke my beachball gut until the big beast braced himself against me and, with an intense show of strength that made my body ache, forced his cock and knot to pull out all at once.
A rush of the werewolf's seed gushed out of my ass, pouring down my balls and swollen belly, but most of his load was too deep to slip out. I groaned and tried to roll my inflated body over to a more comfortable position.
I lay and looked up at the lightening sky. The werewolf had gone, and I was left out in the open half naked and with no realistic way to get decent.
I bore down and started the long process of draining my ass enough so I could fit back into my pants, and hoped that no one else would come.