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The deer's eyes flicked over the cobweb in the corner of the room seeing it slowly flick about. She giggled for a moment, trying to figure out when the mushrooms would kick in. It was her first experience with hallucinogens. And maybe that wasn't the best idea when she was already in a mood. The whole point of tonight was to enjoy her favorite season—Halloween—but she wasn't much in the mood.

She did her best to relax. She closed her eyes and inhaled slowly, allowing the anger and tension in her body melt away like she'd been practicing. With a swipe of her thumb, her phone screen illuminated the darkness of the house. The shadows cast on the peeling wallpaper tickling at the corners of her vision. Her lock screen displayed a picture of her and her golden retriever boyfriend, smiling face frozen in a moment of pure joy. It was just after midnight.

No new messages.

Typical. Jesse huffed. Ben couldn't fucking send me a single text tonight.

She couldn't entirely blame him. During their last conversation, she had accused her golden boy of being a coward.

Here Jesse was, hurting and alone, when all she wanted to do was see him again. Her stomach ached, she'd forgotten to eat dinner, and now she was way too high to get anything to eat.

Not that anyone would deliver all the way out here anyway.

The town was convinced it was haunted, but in reality, it was probably just teens like her looking for a place to get high and escape for a while. Her friends used to come here and scare the underclassman who tried coming near their spot. But her friends were all gone, off to college and their promising futures.

Jesse was the fuck up. She'd barely passed high school and didn't have any real prospects. She'd been working at her dad's construction company before she legally should have. She may not know how to do school, but she did know how to handle tools. She knew how to frame a wall, how to lay down tile, how to rough in plumbing. She wasn't stupid, she just didn't have the patience for school.

Ben was going to community college. He could have gone farther, but Jesse got the feeling that he was there, staying around just for her. Which only made her feel worse.

“Dumbass," she muttered, her eyes tracing the crack in the plaster ceiling. She wished her shrooms would work faster, she didn't need to deal with her own thoughts in this moment.

Jesse knew she didn't deserve Ben. That's why she pushed him away when things felt too serious. She loved him so deeply, the thought of losing him hurt. She couldn't shake the feeling that he'd leave her, going off to bigger and better things and leaving her behind. She created the distance that would break them apart one day. He'd leave her.

Everyone always does.

Her hands ran over the fishnets covering her legs, feeling the fabric under her fur. It centered her, bringing her back down to the present. She didn't need to think about that either. She was here, she was safe…

She needed the shrooms to kick in already.

The deer grabbed her phone, and tapped the picture she'd sent to her friends. They'd seen it, but no one said anything. They were probably too busy partying with their new friends to remember her. But at least she looked the part, the deer's eyeshadow was heavy, the shade of black making her tawny fur stand out even more. Her corset hugged her round stomach but only made her chest look better. The short cotton skirt had blood-red satin between the pleats, a gift from her friend's closet.

Well, if something did happen to kill me, at least I'll die looking fucking great.

Jesse snorted at the thought. It was ridiculous. Monsters weren't real.

The wind outside picked up, howling and tossing leaves up. The sound of the wind coming down to the fireplace made her shiver. It was like a far-off scream. The tree branches scraping the window were like claws.

Something moved in the corner of the room.

Jesse's eyes darted over to the shadows, staring intently. Her eyes scanned the dark to make out what it was. She shook her phone, turning on the flashlight.

The beam of light illuminated the corner, but there was nothing there. Just cracks in the plaster and old graffiti.

Jesse's fur stood on end and she shook her head violently. “You're just paranoid. It's a bad trip, girl. Calm down." She didn't feel high, but maybe that's what mushrooms did.

She could not stop her voice trembling with fear. She shook the flashlight off and took a deep breath. She should not have done this alone. This was such a bad idea. The walls looked to be moving, undulating with the blowing of the wind down the chimney, as if the house itself was breathing.

You've been here dozens of times. You know it's safe here.

Right?

A flash of lightning from outside lit up the room. Across the hall was a pair of blood-red eyes in the corner of the sitting room. Jesse's breath caught and she felt her knees grow weak.

With shaking hands, she shook the light back on and aimed it towards where she saw the eyes. But a deafening crack of thunder rang out, causing her to drop the phone.

“Fuck!"

Dropping to her knees, she scrambled to retrieve it, whipping the light back to where she'd seen that eerie gaze.

But there was nothing there.

“What the fuck?" Jesse yelled, fear turning to anger. She marched towards the room, ready to confront whoever was playing this twisted game on her.

“Who the fuck is there? Show yourself!" she demanded of the house.

But its only reply was of creaking wood, and raindrops spattering against the window.

“It's just some fucking high schoolers. That's all." She muttered. She was losing her cool the more this started happening. She was in over her head here.

The house stayed quiet, save for the creak of wood, and the rain turning to a torrent.

The feeling of being watched remained.

“This is what I get for buying trying something new," she grumbled. “Should have stuck to pot. That doesn't make you see shit."

Feeling on edge, Jesse went slumped down onto the couch, the springs creaking in protest.

“You're fine," Jesse mumbled, trying to convince herself it was true. Everything was okay. She closed her eyes and leaned her head back, hoping the sound of rain would calm her nerves.

But deep down, something didn't feel right. The unsettling feeling of eyes on her making her feel alone. The storm would make leaving hard. The nearest road was a mile down. And with this rain? She didn't like those chances.

Her mind went back to the fight with Ben. He didn't want her to be alone at the abandoned house tonight. She asked him to join her, but the dog got sheepish. He said he couldn't.

“You're such a coward sometimes. Take a risk!" She'd told him. And his ears drooped. It was something her boyfriend felt nervous about. They didn't always make sense as a couple, and she knew he worried that he was boring her. His interests were more with tabletop games and she didn't get why. But she still loved him. She was just frustrated. She wanted more of him, but was terrified of opening herself up to him only for him to not like what he saw.

She loved him so much, but imagining his eyes if he realized how fucked up she was… It made her stomach twist. For all the times he told her he loved her—all the times he told her she didn't need to be afraid—she couldn't believe him.

She sighed at the photo of the two of them on the lockscreen, one ear cocked from his goofy smile.

The crack of thunder startled her, making her drop the phone onto the floor.

Jesse grumbled her frustration, kneeling down to try and find it. She groped around in the dark, trying to find where it could have gone. Her search led her with her cheek to the ground to see if it went under the couch.

But something stopped her. Some nagging little feeling, ingrained in her by nature. And she froze.

There was the unmistakable sound of the floorboards creaking. And in the darkness, her eyes could just make out the sight of two massive feet moving towards her. She stayed perfectly still, not sure if whatever she was seeing was real.

Cutting through the musty smell that had sunken into the wood and fibers of the old hang out, was something earthy. Like a forgotten creature that had crawled up through a cave. The fur on her neck stood on end.

Jesse held her breath, her body tensing as she heard the creature sniffing about the room. Every sound it made seemed to echo in her ears, sending chills down her spine. It was searching for something, and she was certain that it was searching…

For her.

As if on cue, her phone buzzed, illuminating the darkness in front her with a blinding light. She was completely exposed now, the only thing between her and the creature being the couch.

As her eyes raised from the floor, she could see what had been lurking in the shadows all this time. It was a wolf, but unlike any she had ever seen. It must have been seven feet tall with dark brown fur and grey streaks running through it. It had the tattered remnants of a shirt on, as if it had been ripped open from inside. The eyes glowed that sinister red, and the mouth was filled with razor sharp teeth that seemed to stretch out of proportion from its jaw.

Fear gripped her heart, and she was completely aware just how small she was compared to this beast.

Without thinking, she threw her phone at it and bolted towards the stairs. She heard the slam of the couch being flipped over as it gave chase. The snarl made her run faster.

The creature slammed into the wall at the base of the stairs, and she took them two at a time. But she nearly tripped feeling a paw swiping at her leg.

She had gone upstairs, where it could surely trap her. She'd try for a window!

Her shoulder met the door to the nearest bedroom, shoving it open and slamming it closed behind her.

Her heart was pounding in her chest and Jesse sprang to the windows. But no matter how much she pulled at them, they wouldn't budge.

Her only escape now was the door that the wolf's claws were dragging over. The scratching of wood made her fur stand on end.

Then came the slam against the wood as it started to push its way through. She backed up, not sure how to do this. She'd left her purse downstairs with her pepper spray!

Stupid!

The sound of another slam at the door gave way to splintering wood and it fell in. The figure of the wolf was crouched down, catching itself on all fours and staring at Jesse. Somehow, it looked even more intimidating from that primal position. She braced herself, ready to run, even if this might be the end.

She was hoping to make a break for it. But it was ready. When she lunged over the rickety bed, it tackled her.

The weight of it slammed her down into the mattress. She gasped. The air was forced from her lungs by the weight of the wolf pressing down on her. From this position, she tried kicking her legs, but it was so big, and her wrists were forced down.

The wolf stared down at her, eyes piercing her gaze and making the much smaller deer freeze up. Some part of her—burning with shame—felt this was natural. If this was how she died, it felt natural that she would die here, pinned under a wolf. He'd caught her unawares and the predator deserved his prey.

Tears worked at the corner of her eyes, stinging hard. Her soft fur getting marred with the running makeup.

“Just… make it quick…"

I'd just fuck up my own life if I lived anyway.

The wolf's head cocked, turning as it looked down at her.

“You heard me! If you're going to kill me. Just do it!"

The wolf's long tongue lolled out, dragging over her cheek, cleaning the tears away. It moved to the other. It stared down at her, those eyes staring her down.

There came a low rumble from its throat, growing louder as it tried to force sound out of its long muzzle.

“Jeeesssseeeee."

Her heart froze, staring up at him. She had to hear that wrong. That wasn't right. There was no way that she'd really just heard something like…

“What? What did you say?"

The wolf dragged its tongue over her throat, making her shiver. She felt her legs turn limp at the pressure at her throat. The pressure turned to a sharp bite, but the teeth only caught the soft scruff of her throat and let go. That was something she'd never been able to get her canine boyfriends to do. They were always so worried about hurting her. And this thing had just…

Her stomach shifted.

This is a bad trip. You're just imagining this.

The wolf had to just be just something from the mushrooms. There was no way this was real. Despite the weight pressing on top of her, she rationalized it as something her mind was making up. Just some fantasy from reading too many smutty books. That's why she'd just thought she heard this thing say her name.

But the absurdity of the moment hit her. If this was just a trip… if all of this was in her mind? Why not play along? Why not play this out?

“I bet you're even a male wolf!" she giggled, struggling back against the larger wolf, far more playfully than before. The tension she'd felt was gone, the bubble burst as she accepted that this was nothing more than some fantasy that she was having.

Her hands slid free and they traced down the confused-looking wolf. They ran along its chest and stomach until she could the heft of its sheath in her paws. It felt huge, practically the size of her forearm! The dark red tip was already poking free.

Her eyes widened as her fingers explored the massive wolf's anatomy. The coarse fur gave way to smooth, hot flesh as she caressed the swelling sheath. The cock grew from its home, and she could see it twitch with every beat of the wolf's heart.

Maybe this wasn _'t such a bad trip_ if this was what I'm thinking about!

Jesse felt the hot breath on her neck, a heavy growl as the lupine's weight rested on her. His tongue kept lapping at her throat, making her shiver.

Emboldened, Jesse wrapped her hand around the wolf's growing shaft, marveling at how she could barely encircle its girth. The wolf's hips jerked, dribbling the doe in his pre.

The wolf's nipping elicited soft gasps from her lips—those teeth so dangerous. The thrill of being with such a big predator made her writhe against him.

His kiss was a shock. She didn't think something like this should even be able to kiss her, but she was quickly proven wrong as the wolf's tongue slid into her mouth, disappearing into her waiting muzzle. It probed at her, delving to the back of her mouth. She could only suckle at it hungrily. She needed this. She was so frustrated, so tired, that letting herself go to lust felt good. The broken kiss left him drooling into her open mouth.

The wolf's massive paws continued their journey down, tracing Jesse's curves. She shivered as they pricked her sides, grabbing at her love handles for a moment. The doe bit her lip, feeling seductive for a moment before paws tore the skirt off of her!

“H-hey!" she growled, feeling indignant that her skirt was just ruined. But the feel of a paw on her throat shut up any further fight she had.

She was so small, so vulnerable beneath this powerful creature. But she didn't feel in danger either. This felt somehow like being with Ben when she'd heard about her mom relapsing. Somehow, she still felt safe even when everything around her told her she shouldn't.

The wolf's hips shifted and Jesse felt the cock press against her thigh. It was hot and heavy, and it was now fully emerged from its sheath. It throbbed against her fur, leaving a trail with its slick pre-cum. The scent of him filled her nose, making her head spin more than the any drug had.

It _'s just a fantasy, something caused by_ the mushrooms. So it's not cheating, right?

With a giggle, Jesse moved one of those paws between her thighs.

The size of him was impressive—his whole paw covering her sex. She ground her hips forward, rocking up into the feel of a firm paw pad pressed to her clit. She shivered, clutching at his wrist in an attempt to keep him there. But his growl cowed her, forcing her hands to her sides. He huffed his breath out through his nose and went back to rubbing over her sex with slow, steady motions.

The other paw grasped her waistband and snapped it off with a sharp tug! There was a danger in what she was doing, but she couldn't deny that's why she loved it. The feeling of danger only made her soft folds wetter for his attention. She felt his paw on her throat tighten.

This is so fucking hot…

And it was. She didn't think any of this was real, so losing a pair of panties didn't bother her anymore than the skirt did. In that moment all she could do was grind her body to his, her large thighs wrapped around his waist.

The wolf growled low in his throat, the eyes flashing hazel for a moment before returning to red. His paw grabbed at her corset and pulled it free. The clasps popped free, cheap metal snapping from his strength. She was exposed to the cool night air, and those leering eyes. Her nipples were hard from just how turned on she was. She thought he was going to kiss her the way he stared at her, but instead he bit down onto her neck. She squeaked out a mixture of pain and pleasure.

Despite the danger, there was a thrill that ran through her body! His attention continued back onto her lips and she could feel herself growing wetter with desire.

The wolf's free paw ran over her newly exposed stomach and up to her breasts and squeezed each appreciatively. Her body sang at the soft feeling of paws running over her nipples, tugging on each pierced nub one after the other.

“Ggoooooood giiiirrrrl" the wolf rumbled, the sound of it strange at first, but soon blending away into something obvious.

She was a good girl, of course. She loved being a good girl.

And fuck, she started to feel the weight of the wolf's cock resting on her belly as it kept teasing and tugging at her hardened nipples.

The feeling of it was intense, or maybe it was her inebriated state. But she felt hornier than she could remember. Her eye locked with the wolf's and he seemed to be… smirking? Could a muzzle like that smirk?

He's definitely smirking at me.

She reached for his face and stared into his eyes, a determination to fill this fantasy out to the fullest filling her.

“Fuck me… I need this…"

The wolf cocked a head at her, still in her grasp, but he could reach her arm, giving it a soft nip.

“Beg" the wolf commanded, his voice low.

The deer's body trembled in anticipation and her hips rolled at his command. Her swollen lips rubbed against the wolf's hard cock, and she could feel how much he needed her. She struggled for a moment to get free, before finally he let her go. She could leave, but every fiber of her being longed for him to take her!

As she moved around on the squeaky bed, the scent of cologne and musk filled the air. She sniffed for a moment, swearing she knew that scent. But Jesse shook her rear at him, the deer pressed her thighs together and raised her butt, wanting to make her heart shaped rear as appealing as possible to the beast!

Instead of being licked or grabbed, she felt a slap land on her ass, making her gasp in pleasure. The impact sent a ripple through her body and she could feel the heat radiating where he'd smacked her. She was frozen with excitement, waiting for his next move.

“Beg!" He barked.

The sharp noise dropped her ears and Jesse looked over her shoulder at the lupine towering over her. But those eyes… something about the look was comforting, and the tickling of claws over the sore spot calmed her down.

“Please… Please, I need it!" she whimpered. Her hips rolled back to the paw. The desire was a burning heat that needed to be sated.

With a single motion, the wolf's thick shaft plunged into her, filling her with an intense heat that spread through her body. She arched her back in pleasure, and her fingers left imprints in the fabric of the sheets. The strength of his grip held her still, preventing her from pulling away. So instead, she pushed herself eagerly back onto his cock.

She whined when he pulled back only to slam more of his cock into her. He leaned down, his hot breath dancing on the nape of her neck. The hands on her back kept her chest to the squeaky mattress. It wasn't comfortable, but she didn't complain. The next thrust pushed him in as deep as he could go. Her body seized up, going stiff for a moment before she felt her whole figure go limp, held up by the invading wolf cock.

“Nooow… Sssstay." The wolf growled.

The rebuke sent shivers down her spine, shaking her to her core. She opened her mouth to speak but the grip to her hips tightened and seemed to squeeze the snark from her into a single squeak!

In one fluid motion, he pushed his fat cock deeper, stretching her walls out to their limit! Jesse's knees shook, her eyes rolled back from the overwhelming fullness. The wolf was completely in control, making her feel like the perfect submissive prey for him. Despite the size, it didn't seem to hurt at all. Something about mushrooms, maybe?

Or maybe her body just knew that being claimed by a wolf was the natural order of things.

The frenetic thrusts kept going, pressing the swelling knot against her entrance but not popping in. It was the tease of being filled—and even bred—that made her head swim.

His warm breath tickled her neck when he leaned over. His chest was on her back, tongue lolled out to lap at the beading sweat. The scent of sex filled the air, mingling with the stagnant air of the abandoned house.

Jesse's legs trembled, struggling to stay upright as the wolf's relentless pace continued. Her heavy breasts swayed with the thrusts, the piercings rubbing against the rough sheets. She could feel every inch of his cock as it slammed in and out of her dripping sex.

The building pressure began in her belly. She was just on the edge of ecstasy, needing to feel it, but not willing to do so without permission. Her world shrunk down in that moment, down to only where their bodies entwined. She was wholly consumed with the primal rhythm of him.

Oh fuck. Oh fuck… oh fuck!

The wolf's pace quickened, a renewed sense of urgency with each thrust. His knot was swelling, and her entrance gripped at it with every intention of keeping him in. The pace rode the edge of pleasure and pain, leaving her whimpering for more.

She didn't know how it happened, but then she was on her back. And she was so empty. It was disorienting, and her head spun from the change in position. But he pushed right back in, holding his hips down. The growling muzzle dribbled spit into her mouth, which only made her shiver with desire. His gaze was intense, the red eyes flashing back to hazel for a moment, then back.

Jesse broke eye contact, terrified and excited by the hunger in those eyes. Her gaze drifted lower until she could see the obscene bulge in her abdomen. The outline of the lupine member visible through her fur. She could see the knot at her entrance, throbbing with his heartbeat in such a lewd display of what she'd done to him. She was desirable, she was wanted…

Her eyes went back to his, and the wolf stayed there, watching her, until she nodded, the imperceptible motion a plea for all of it—all of him!

“Breeeeeathe…" Growled the wolf.

His growl almost made her cum on its own as close as she was. He pushed in slowly, letting her relax at the sudden intensity until there was an almost audible pop! His knot was inside of her! There was a sharp stab of pain, but that was drowned out by her body singing for it.

She was so close!

“Goooood," the wolf growled again. His deep voice resonated in her ears. It danced around, making the pleasured-filled doe only nod her head.

I'm good… I'm a good girl.

Her mind swam, and the wolf hissed out between clenched teeth when he felt her grasping at his invading knot. She was squeezing him while his body was pushing hers to the limit. Every twitch and small motion he made—she felt.

He ground his hips into hers, rubbing their hips together. Her legs locked around the small of his back and her fingers dug into his thick fur. She was pulling at him, desperate for him!

Sensing what she needed, the wolf's motions were growing more insistent. His muzzle drew close. Nips grazed her fur, making her shiver. And then he bit her! The pain with the pleasure earned the wolf her climax, pleasure washing over her body as she cried out into his neck.

Her tight walls clutched at him, pulsing hard as she came from him. She ground her hips into his, fingers digging furrows into his back. She was doing everything she could to coax his pleasure from him.

And his growl was clear it had worked.

She could feel the warmth growing in her stomach as he came inside of her. Her virile wolf was shooting into her unprotected womb, surely breeding her! They were locked together by the knot and the tangle of limbs. She twitched and shivered, her sensitive body giving way to the release of everything he'd done to her.

She lay there with him, panting hard and sharing a grin. He leaned down, but instead of biting again, his soft tongue soothed the ache of his bites.

And then it started to happen. As the post-orgasmic haze washed away with all the dopamine in her system, she saw the wolf melting away. He seemed to grow shorter in her vision, his dark brown fur turning tawny, then a golden color. Red eyes turned hazel. The stern look in his eyes replaced by something far more alluring to the well-fucked doe.

Love.

“Benny…" she whispered, pulling her boyfriend close to her. She was here, safe with him. It'd always been him. Her wonderful golden boy.

“You okay?" he whispered.

“Yeah… yeah, I'm good. I just…" she started giggling, clutching at his hips with her legs. “Fuck, I didn't think you'd be so good playing that for me. My big, scary werewolf!"

The retriever blushed, his ears dropping. “I don't know, I was a little nervous at first, but you told me you wanted me to be a bit forceful…" He kissed her nose. “You seemed to enjoy yourself too, deer."

Rolling her eyes, Jesse buried her face into his neck. “I always enjoy you… That's not why I asked you to do this."

Ben's hand cradled the back of her head. “Ssssh, I know. And you seemed lost in the fantasy from the shrooms I gave you."

Jesse ran her hands through his fur, feeling how soft his fur felt. She nodded up at him.

“I sort of… Got lost in it. I knew it was you, but I let myself think it was something scarier. You made a good werewolf!"

“You've got such a thing for predators!" Ben giggled, kissing her forehead. “I bet I was hot too!"

Jesses rolled her eyes but laced their fingers together to relax in the afterglow. The sound of rain coming back into focus.

“I'm happy to play up your dirty monster fucker fantasies any time you want."

Jesse sighed to herself, breathing the scent of her boyfriend's fur. After she'd called him boring, he said he wanted to do more. He wanted to explore her wants, her needs. It was hard to open up sometimes. It scared her… if she opened up, would he leave her?

But he hadn't. He'd let her live out a fantasy she'd dreamed about for years. And he kept her safe the whole while.

“I just wish you told me you like your throat being nibbled on sooner! You make cute little moans when I bite you." Ben grinned, tracing a claw along her Adam's apple.

“Shut up!" Jesse laughed. “I didn't tell you this so you'd use it against me."

Ben nuzzled in, kissing her cheek.

“Don't you worry, I'll only use the power for good." He gave her throat a sharp nip, pulling a squeak from her! But there was a playful glint in his eye when he growled again, seeming to go back to his wolf voice. “Gooood giiiirl."

“Ben!" she laughed, slapping his shoulder. Her legs held onto him tighter, not wanting to let go.

“I'm glad you told me…" Ben said. “Not just this but… you don't need to be so afraid. I'm not going anywhere. I know that you're afraid you'll lose more people, but please, try and trust people… Your friends want to know what's happening. I want to know what's happening, Jesse."

The doe shivered, pulling him into her neck and squeezed him close.

“What if they leave me again?" she whispered.

“That's a risk you have to take. You have people that love you. And love is about trust. You trusted me to know this fantasy. You trusted me to keep you safe while you were high. So… trust me to have your back, okay? Please?"

It was hard. It was hard to let go of fear, of doubt and uncertainty. It was hard to trust anyone when it felt like every time you did, in big ways and small, someone betrayed you.

But Jesse couldn't go through her life without trusting anyone. She'd trust herself. She'd trust in Ben.

And she'd trust that her werewolf would be back for her one day.