Unseen, Unheard, Unknown
I am the night. Unseen. Unheard. Unknown.
I am the night. Unseen. Unheard. Unknown.
I am...
Vicky repeated the phrase in her head, over and over. She'd been doing so for most of the last hour, driving away the ragged edge of nerves that threatened to overtake her consciousness. She shouldn't be nervous. She was a mighty pantheress. Her fur rippled like liquid shadow, and her footfalls made no sound. This forest was her home, and the night even more so.
Still, this was her first mission, and the closest the young ranger had ever been to a wolven encampment, at least since the war had begun. She'd known wolves in her youth, even counted some as friends. Rabbits, foxes, wolves, cats; all had traveled and settled freely within the kingdoms. You even saw other, more exotic species on occasion, although they hailed from more distant nations. Yes, you'd find more of one species than another in any given country; but to see another was no surprise. But that was before that fool of a Wolf King bought into the cult. Before he declared it his divine right to rule, and not just the wolves - he was to rule everything, and he would not stop until it happened.
That had been five years. Things were... not going well, for the feline realms. The wolves had always been more militaristic, and the king's announcement of his intention had been an army crossing their border and sacking a fort that did not even realize they needed to shut their gates. He had only then sent his demand to the Feline Court - surrender, unconditionally, and become citizens. Resist, and become slaves. The letter had been accompanied by the head of the fort's commander.
The same demand had been sent to the other neighboring kingdoms as well. The rare times they received word from the foxes, it sounded as though they were only faring a little better than the cats. It had been two years since they had heard any word at all from the rabbits.
And thus Vicky found herself creeping through the forest toward a camp of wolven soldiers. The wolves had been held off by a river crossing, but they had been making moves as if to attack one of the bridges. The commander needed more information - how many wolves had come? It could tell him if this was the main thrust of the attack, or merely a feint. It could make a difference for holding hundreds of miles of countryside. It was an important mission, but the ranger corps was running thin, so it fell to Vicky to make the run. She had as much training as any that remained, and her black fur made her especially suited to night scouting.
The encampment was found easily enough. They felt no need for subtlety, so their bonfires could be seen burning for miles. The camp was huge... but that didn't necessarily mean anything. The wolves did not lack resources, and they often set up camps of very disparate sizes from the actual number of troops they housed as a means of trickery. A dozen men could appear as a thousand if they had the motive. The pantheress distantly skirted the perimeter, moving to get upwind. She had the advantage of sight in the darkness, but the wolves' sense of smell was uncanny.
She pulled tufts of grass and threw them in the air periodically to test the wind; finally, she was satisfied that she was as close as she wound find to directly downwind of the encampment, so she began moving closer. Crouching, than crawling, always on the lookout for patrols. Finally, a scant quarter mile from the camp, she settles in to a leafy bush to start watching. If she observed the movements in the camp for a few minutes, she could make a decent estimate of how densely the camp was occupied. Once she had that, she could retreat, then count the tents from a much safer distance.
Her conclusion was not optimistic. If anything, the camp was over occupied. She was certain they would attack, and within a day or two. She gets to her hands and knees and begins crawling backwards out of her hiding spot, when she hears sniffing behind her.
She goes stiff as a board, hoping that whatever made the noise had not spotted her. The sniffing continues, getting louder, getting closer. She still does not move. Giving in to panic would do her no good.
The sniffing finally stops, then she hears a liquid. Vicky looks over her shoulder, no longer able to take the lack of knowing and hoping that it was distracted enough not to notice the motion. She's surprised to see a wolf, but not one of the soldiers. A feral wolf. It had approached within only a few feet of her, and was now marking the closest tree.
She breathes a sign of relief - a mere forest denizen would not raise an alarm, even if it did see her. She begins moving again, but bumps into something, the bump accompanied by a resumption in the sniffing. The wolf had moved. It was now directly behind her, and sniffing directly at her.
This isn't that big a deal, she thinks. Let him sniff, let him get bored and wander off, and in a couple of hours I'll be back in my bedroll and forget all about this.
The wolf continues to sniff, its nose prodding at her bottom and the back of her legs through her hemp breeches.
Why is it not getting bored? I'm not that interesting, am I? What would a wolf want... FUCK.
That's when she remembers - it was approaching time for her heat. She hadn't felt it starting yet, but usually one of the males could pick it up on her scent before she realized herself. The wolf must have caught her scent and was trying to figure out what this thing was that was so not-wolf, and yet smelled so good.
This is NOT happening. I am NOT going to allow this to happen.
She kicks her leg back at the wolf's snout, hoping to dissuade it. He bounces back, but his nose is back at her in moments, even more insistent. Another kick, and he doesn't even bother dodging, the limb bouncing harmlessly off of his flank.
Ok... plan B it is.
She resumes trying to crawl out of the spot. She'll get away from the area first; then she can deal with the wolf without worrying about the noise. She's finally out of the bush when she feels a sharp pain in the back of her left leg. The wolf had nipped her. She tries to move faster, but receives another nip, this one even harder and accompanied by a faint growl.
She stops at the growl. The last thing she wants is noise, nothing would grab a patrol's attention faster.
What nowwWWWW!
The wolf had finally had enough waiting. It had figured out that something was covering its bitch-to-be's hole, and it was going to fix the problem. Its canine teeth had sunk into Vicky's breaches and torn at them effortlessly, exposing her underside to the cool night air and scratching her skin in the process. He jammed his snout under her tail and took several deep, snuffling breaths. After one attempt to cover herself with her tail was met with another growl and nip, Vicky simply held still, in shock at tonight's turn of events.
The wolf sniffs for several second, then satisfied, he rears up and mounts the cat. Looking between her legs, Vicky catches her first sight of the wolf's tool - red, throbbing, 12 inches long, and a baseball sized knot at the root. It was fully erect and dripping pre onto the forest floor. The reality of the situation finally sets in. She isn't going to be able to avoid this, without the anthro wolves catching her. Tears start running down her face, but she steels herself for what is now inevitable; the top half of her body drops to the ground and she jams a stick into her mouth, something to bite down on to be sure she stays quiet.
The geometry of the coupling is a bit unnatural, and the wolf stabs at her ass and legs several times before he finds his mark. He does not know the concept of gentle mating, and when his tip begins to settle in to her velvet wetness, he thrusts with with his full strength. The cat nearly cries out at the penetration, her teeth instead splintering the branch. Her incipient heat has provided some lubrication, but cats were not renowned for their size - the wolf was the largest penetration she had ever taken by a significant margin, his knot not even to her lips but his tip already battering her cervix.
The wolf neither stops nor slows down. He ruts her like a feral bitch, each thrust slamming her into the ground and pounding at her cervix. He keeps this pace up for a couple of minutes, but makes no progress. Vicky's insides are bruised, tears run down her cheeks, but her cervix stubbornly holds, not yielding to his red rod.
Growling in frustration, the wolf bites down hard on the nape of her neck, drawing blood. Using his newfound leverage, he sets to a series of jackhammer thrusts, slowing his pace but increasing his strength. Her cervix finally starts giving, and after a half dozen of these thrusts, he is inside her womb.
Vicky had finally reached her breaking point. She cries out shrilly in pain and humiliation, then drops her face to the dirt and just sobs, the wolf free to use her as he wills. She feels his knot batter her lips and then, again pulling back on her nape, he gives one last push. She stretches farther than she realized possible, farther than anything but a wolfess is meant to take... then with a pop, he is inside. She can feel the tip in her belly, stretching her womb, as he begins to fill her with his seed. He lets out an ear-splitting howl, announcing to the forest that he had found a bitch, and that she was his.
Job complete, the wolf lifts one leg and turns around, settling in butt to butt with the pantheress. Every few seconds she feels another hot jet of cum fill her womb, stretching it out as the wolf's endowment seals her up tight and prevents any of the potent liquid from escaping. She gasps for breath, feeling as though all her insides were shifted around by the penetration.
Finally... it's done... just a few more minutes... and I can run home... and try to forget...
That's when she hears the crunching of footsteps, and a male voice. "So that's where Fenris got himself off to. Figured from the howl that he'd caught himself another prime bitch, but some pussy pussy? That's a new one." She turns to face the voice and sees two bipedal wolves in soldier's garb, one of them carrying a leash. "Glad to see you like knots, pussy. Camp's been a bit boring lately, so we'll make sure you are VERY satisfied."