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A Night in Demmy Hollow

The winds howled through the trees as dusk settled in. The air was very crisp, and it wasn't going to be long before Paul was going to start seeing his own breath. He zipped his red hoodie up farther, and pulled it more over his head so that all that could be seen from the side was his jackal snout. His brown fur still ruffled from the winds, but he was determined to get back to his campsite to wait for Michelle. She had told him that it wouldn't be long for her to get there, but that was three hours ago. Before long, it wouldn't be safe to drive the Jeep back into the woods. He knew that he should never have let her drive it back to the interstate. She just had to get her damn snacks from the gas station that was fifteen miles away, and that was just from when you got to the main road. Three hours, fifteen miles, the math didn't add up. She was either lost, or gave up on coming back.

The young jackal rolled his eyes and turned on his flashlight. The trees were very tall, and it was such a remote location that his phone had no service at all. Honestly, he couldn't remember how far it was to the interstate. For all he knew, it could have been thirty miles to the gas station from that neck of the woods. Who knew? Still, he had enough supplies in his campsite to last him a good three days without starving.

He ambled through the forest, his flashlight staying in front of him for the most part, but on occasion he darted it left to right when he heard sounds. Normally, it was a small lizard, or a large bug rustling through the fallen leaves. Fall break was the best excuse he could find to go on a camping trip. The reds, the yellows, the greenish orange of the trees was well worth the trip. He thought of himself as quite the naturalist, and the four hundred dollars he spent on survival training were well placed as far as he could see. Paul's hiking boots crushed the crackling leaves as he continued to walk through the ever darkening forest known as Demmy Hollows.

He looked at his compass, and was certain he was headed the right way, but for some reason, he couldn't really seem to find the right group of trees that he set up his tent. He loved to sleep in the grass and the boscage, but with the night air the way it was, he didn't want to die from overexposure to the elements. If this kept up, he would need to find a good collection of trees to cover up under. He didn't like the idea, though. He needed a fire, and a rather large one.

With that thought, he began collecting sticks along his way. He only hoped that he could find some sort of hill or a ridge to block the wind enough to light a good enough fire.

As he did, he heard shivering noises from beyond a collection of shrubs. He pointed his flashlight toward the noise, holding his bundle of sticks in his other arm.

"Hello?" He shouted low, for a moment, all he could hear was the blowing wind in his pointed ears as the wind blew into the front of his hood. The shivering continued, and he even heard a small whimper that seemed to come from a younger female. He moved the brushes out of the way to find that it was, indeed, a woman. She had on a small pink dress that didn't seem at all suited for this kind of weather. She rubbed her arms with both of her hands, clutching her forearms against her chest. She was a lovely, petite gray wolf girl, he could tell by the fur on her body. The patterns were quite unique. In fact, the patterns looked like they were dyed into her hair. They were stripes that looked more accustomed to a tiger.

"Oh my God! Miss? Are you alright?" He said, and started to get closer to her. As he did, though, he started to hear growling. The shivering ceased, and as he got closer to her with the flashlight, her head turned around, almost at 180 degrees, and glared back at him with shining, red eyes that reflected his light. Her teeth were bared, and the growl intensified the closer he got. He stopped in his tracks, he was probably five feet away from her.

She began to rise from her sitting position, and he froze. His hands and legs began to shake, and he could only stare as her face, which looked so meek and helpless, transformed into something else. She snarled as she rose to her feet, and took one single step toward him. He whirled around on his heel and started to run the other way. To his horror he heard the leaves rustle underneath her feet as she gave chase, and he felt her fangs graze his shoulder as they almost chomped into his furry flesh.

He sprinted as fast as he possibly could, his heart pumped ten miles a minute, and his breath was going twice that speed. His very limited comfort came as he heard her running steps become distant. His cheek was scraped by a passing branch, and his shoulder hit a tree trunk, knocking him a little off course, but it barely slowed him for a second. His hood flapped off of his head and hung down as he scurried through the forest.

After a long run, it seemed to be miles to him, he finally stopped and turned off his flashlight. He hid behind a tree, and tried his best to stop his gasping for air. His heart beat against his chest, merciless in its speed. His mind couldn't do anything, and his eyes could only stare forward as his back pressed against the wide tree trunk.

Just as his heart began to slow, and his mind gained back some of its bearing, the shadow whooshed past him, causing him to gasp once again. He gazed forward as the shadow disappeared into the trees, and the brush. He couldn't believe she actually past him. He could have sworn with such a feral creature, she would be able to track him with no trouble at all. He was not a track runner, nor was he any kind of athlete. Hell, he joined Chess Club in ninth grade! He would have made a Chess Club in his first year of college if he knew anyone that wanted it. Yet here he was, outrunning a ghastly woman who bit a hole in his red hoodie, and would most-assuredly have done so to his flesh if given the chance. He almost felt a sense of pride in the midst of all of the unbridled terror.

That was until he felt a very strange sensation in his nether regions. It was a very blissful feeling, he felt a tongue explore the length of his crotch, and then he felt a very wet, slippery object engulf the length of his privates, and a smacking sound from directly in front of him. He looked down to see the same wolf woman in the pink dress. The slender straps of her outfit draped down her arms, and her small, apple-sized breasts exposed. Her mouth was all over his dick, with one hand holding onto the base of it. She looked up at him with that same meek face he had imagined on her before she went wild and attacked him.

"Wha--what are you doing? Are you crazy?" He said, and leaned back up against the tree as her tongue massaged the skin just below the head of his phallus. A small groan escaped his lips as she sucked to the tip, and then started smearing sloppy kisses all over the side of his shaft.

She merely moaned, her mouth full of his cock, smiling up at him with half-opened, seductive eyes. The wolf pulled it out of her mouth, and then gave it a small kiss.

"Do you want to join the pack?" She whispered up at him, and then winked.

He opened his eyes with a gasp. He was still leaned against the tree, and still holding his flashlight. He looked down, putting his hand on his crotch, feeling around. His member was still hard as a rock, and he even felt evidence of precum. He pressed his hand down hard on it, and drew in a sharp breath. It really felt like he had a seriously amazing blow job, far better than his girlfriend had ever given him. He shook his head, and started to wonder what was the dream and what really happened. If he hadn't been chased by a wolf woman, then why was he leaned up against a tree? It didn't really matter, he supposed. He lifted his hood back over his head, and looked to the right.

He walked over a small group of bushes to see that he finally came upon his camp site. There was still no sign of his Jeep anywhere, and it was pitch black outside. The trees covered up any semblance of the moon. He walked over to his gathering of sticks and large branches he had collected earlier, and began to make a fire.

The bundle was lit in the middle of his site, and he sat in front of his rather large tent, cross legged. The night had grown colder, and he sat very close to the fire. He opened a can of soda, which had sat out long enough to grow chilly. He took a very long drink, and started to wonder if his girlfriend was going to come get him at all. Perhaps she had forgotten about him?

Annie hadn't been much of a thinker, that was for sure. Still, how often does a dingo girl with size D breasts, and a heart-shaped ass want to go out with a tall, lanky brainiac such as himself? To be honest, she wasn't even that great in bed. There were nights when she would just lay down, drunk out of her mind, and not even move while he did literally all of the work. She had even fallen asleep on him more than once. In fact, had she ever done anything for him?

Annie was a business major, and her salesmanship was lacking a great deal. Forming intelligent words was a hassle for her, and writing papers was done through other students that wanted to get into her pants. Wait, did she write anything at all in college? Had she asked any questions in her classes?

For real, though, she had a very tight bod, with abs like a surfboard, and beautiful, long blond hair that came down just above her beautiful ass and long, bushy tail. Paul took another long drink of his soda, but then figured out that he never loved anyone.

Annie, that name sounded familiar, but he just couldn't place it. There was no Jeep.

That was when he felt long, narrow, beautifully manicured hands drape down over his shoulders. His eyes went wide, and he felt hot breath steam against the nape of his neck, causing a chill to go down his spine. The hands felt all around his canine face, and his snout. The hand covered his eyes, and he heard the fire roar, feeling ever hotter than before. The hand uncovered his eyes, and suddenly, the wolf woman was standing over him.

Her wide grin reminded him of the Cheshire Cat from Alice's Adventures in Wonderland, and her smooth, naked body glowed in the fire's light, the flames causing her shadow to dance while she stood still. He looked down to see that he was also naked, aside from his unzipped, red hoodie, and his tall, shapely penis stood straighter than hit had for a long time.

She squatted down on top of him, and his sword entered into her very wet, pulsing sheathe. Her face went directly in front of his, her widening grin was all he saw as the wolf woman bobbed up and down on him. She threw her head back and started to moan, even howl as she began to bang him hard! Her pelvis bumped against his, and she shoved her tits all up in his face.

"Lick them! Do it!" She shouted at him, clenching the back of his head and squeezing him, digging her claws into the back of his head, drawing blood. He cringed at the pain, but somehow that caused him to cum. Huge wads of cum worked its way up his erection and shot up into her quivering vaginal opening. He never even got a chance to lick her nipples, she threw him down to the ground again and kept going until she stopped, twitching and moaning at the top of her lungs.

He looked up again to see that they were no longer alone. There were many more wolves around them now. All of the wolf men and women stood, gazing at him. The women sat down, spread their legs out, and spread out their openings, starting to slide fingers into them and work their hips upward as they enjoyed the mating ritual in the middle of their ever-growing circle. The wolfmen stood, starting to lick their maws as their ever hardening cocks began to show, and before long, the orgy began.

Hard dicks squeezed into tight quims as more and more of them moaned into the night sky, howling as the wolfmen violated the wolf women of their packs, and they enjoyed every fleeting moment of it as they fucked every single one of them. Dogstyle, missionary, sideways, reverse cowgirl, all of the positions were used as hundreds of them fucked all around Paul and the wolf woman who was now gazing down at him.

She grabbed his face with her claws, causing him to call out in pain as blood began to dribble down from the punctures. The now snarling, shining eyes glared deep into his eyes, seeing everything that he ever was, or is, or will be. Her growling began once again, as there became nothing but the two of them. The world went away, and the sky went black as her red, shining eyes penetrated his very being.

"Will you join the pack?" She whispered without her mouth moving. Her teeth became all fangs, twelve inches long, and her her monstrous form became apparent as she looked at him with monstrous, blood crimson eyes.

"I...I..." Paul felt himself speak, but he couldn't move his mouth. The claws sank deeper into his face, but he felt no pain. Nothing else mattered. "I--"

"Paul?" Annie called out to him, having just turned off the Jeep and gotten out. The dingo woman looked around, carrying a grocery bag. "Paul? I'm sorry I'm late, I had a flat tire and had to call roadside assistance." She looked around the camp, only seeing cinders and small, burning embers in the fireplace. She set the bag down in front of the tint, and looked around the campsite.

"Paul! I said I was sorry! If this is a joke, it's not funny!" She put her hands on her hips, and rolled her eyes. She decided to go ahead and get the remainder of the sticks to rebuild the fire. With the still burning cinders there, it should have been rather easy. As she got to the sticks, she heard something rustle in the bushes, and crackle in the leaves. She gasped, but then scowled at the bushes.

"Damnit, Paul! This isn't fucking funny! Come out of there, now!" She shouted, pulling out her cell phone, turning on the bright flashlight app. That was when she saw two glaring, red eyes from the bushes. The jackal with the torn face growled at her, and crawled out of the shrubbery, naked, and baring his very long fangs. "Paul?! PAUL!!"

The jackal attacked.