{"sf1_id":1265306,"sf2_id":"3eg5DZLn","title":"The Hike by Norco","author":"Rakan","words":6956,"posted_at":"2017-11-19T01:24:00.000Z","tags":["Blood","Female","Forcedshifting","Forest","Heterosexual","Hiking","Knot","Licking","M/F","Male","Mind Alteration","Mind Control","Musk","Orgasm","Pheromones","Prey","Rakan","Sex","Straight","Tied","Transformation","Werewolf"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1265306-the-hike-by-norco","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/3eg5DZLn","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/ba/ae/baae5a94-8737-47b9-be91-477d42e31271","description":"Sometimes, escaping the stress and crowds of modern, busy cities during a short vacation can lead to permanent and drastic changes in your life...\nThis is a story commission about my OC getting turned into (and claimed as mate by) a werewolf - written by Norco (https://furaffinity.net/user/norco/ ).\nArtwork by Scrappyvamp (https://www.furaffinity.net/user/scrappyvamp/ ).","content":"The afternoon sun hung against the deep blue sky, peeking through the scattered clouds that drifted lazily by. Shadows danced slowly across the tops of the trees, blotting the hills and valleys of the undulating forest landscape. A trail cut through the thick woods, winding its way down the mountainside and into the peaceful valley below; a solitary figure moving along it.\n\nAs far as motivational posters went, it wasn't a bad one.\n\nMarkus sighed, staring at the poster, the only ray of light in his otherwise dull office world. The soft grey walls of his cubicle matched the matted carpet, worn down by years of business casual shoes trodding across its once plush surface. Lights flickered on his desk phone as it ringed incessantly, every one an open line with someone demanding information he didn't have.\n\n\"Fifteen more minutes.\" He sighed, his grey-blue eyes staring intently at the second hand of his watch, watching it make pass after pass around the face. Soon he would be out of this damned office, out of the damned city, and into nature.\n\nHe opened up his email, listening as the computer fan clicked loudly in the tower below his desk, selecting one of the many messages marked \"URGENT.\" The constant yammering of his coworkers chatting mixing with the tones and beeps of computers, the rings of phones, the text alerts on cell phones -- it was all slowly driving him insane.\n\n\"Hey there Mark!\" The high pitched of his cubicle neighbor Marge pierced into his ears, as her head peaked above his cubicle wall. \"You all ready for that big meeting tomorrow.\"\n\n\"It's Markus...\" He sighed, knowing that no matter how many times he told her this, she would never listen. \"I won't be here. I'm taking some vacation time.\"\n\n\"Oh, ho!\" She giggled, her constantly rosy cheeks filling her round face. \"Going to that resort everyone is talking about? The one with the indoor water slide?\"\n\n\"No, I'm actually going on a hike.\" Markus said, turning the volume down on his phone's ringer.\n\n\"Oh...\" Marge's face fell. \"You mean like... out in the woods?\"\n\n\"That is generally where you hike, yes.\" He said, his eyes scanning over the email. The urgent matter this time was Janice in accounting making sure there were enough \"everything bagels\" for tomorrow's meeting.\n\n\"Why would anyone want to go all the way out into the woods?\" She asked, shaking her head. \"There's nothing out there.\"\n\n\"Exactly.\"\n\nMarge shook her head in disbelief and sank back behind the wall.\n\nFourteen minutes later, Markus burst through the doors of his stuffy office building and into the crowded city. Immediately, his nose was assaulted by the funk of the city; the smells of exhaust and oil mixed with the distinct perfume of overflowing garbage cans and wet newspapers. Choking back the odor, he made his way through the packed streets to the subway station, dodging and weaving around the sea of people that were all moving against him.\n\nThe rattle of the subway train bellowed loudly over the murmur of the cramped car. A street artist rapped the underside of a plastic bucket while attempting to scat to the beat, shaking his tip can at anyone who happened to make eye contact. Markus watched the red dot move over the digital map, grimacing every time the speaker crackled to life to announce the next stop. His hand slid across the sticky metal hand hold as he attempted not to bump into any other people in the overcrowded car.\n\nAs soon as the metal doors slid open, Markus stepped out of the car, feeling like he could breathe a little easier. The ocean of people moved all around him, squeezing and pushing him as he tried to get out of the damned station. He felt like he was moving through molasses -- which would have been better to step in than whatever it was his shoe just stuck to.\n\nBy the time he reached his apartment building, Markus was tired and frustrated. A tightness hung in his chest, slowly ebbing when he was finally alone in the still quiet of his small apartment. He leaned against the door, sighing heavily as he tore off the thick tie that clung to his collar.\n\nMarkus rubbed his eyes with his palms as he walked into his living room. Pushing back the building headache, he threw himself onto the couch, kicking off his shoes and unbuttoning his shirt. He pressed his face into the oddly comfortable pillow he kept on the couch, finally feeling the muscles in his body relax some for the first time in weeks.\n\nHe hated living in the city. He hated the crowds, he hated the people, he hated the noise, the smells, the smog, the rush and worry. He hated that there was always something, some constant droning noise that pierced any moment of peace he may achieve. Even four stories up, he could still feel and hear the rumble of the city below.\n\nHe felt like a single celled organism, living inside of some large cancerous creature.\n\nMarkus sat up, pulling his vibrating phone out of his pocket. Another \"urgent\" email alert danced across the screen as he hit the power button, smiling as the screen turned black. He tossed the phone onto the small coffee table, looking past it and to the large hiking pack that lay against the far wall.\n\nTomorrow morning his vacation began.\n\n\"You sure this is where you want to get off, pal?\" the uber driver asked, looking at Markus through the rear view mirror. \"There's nothing out here for miles.\"\n\n\"That's kind of the point.\" Markus said as he looked out of his window. A small trail cut through a large thicket of woods. Greens and browns stood out starkly against the deep blue sky, highlighted by the occasional red and brown that heralded in the beginning of autumn.\n\n\"There's a little diner just up the road.\" The driver offered. \"I'd be a lot more comfortable dropping you off there.\"\n\n\"I appreciate it, but this isn't my first rodeo.\" Markus said, feeling a little foolish using the old adage. After thanking the driver, and handing him a twenty as a tip, he stepped out of the car.\n\nThe first thing Markus did was breathe.\n\nHe sucked the fresh forest air in through his nose, puffing out his chest underneath his red flannel shirt. The smells of the woods hit him: leaves and dirt, pine and oaks, that distinct yet nearly indescribable scent of fresh air.\n\n\"Alright.\" He smiled, hefting his heavy pack onto his back, pulling out a plastic coated map of the area. \"Where to this year...\"\n\nMarkus' hiking boots crunched through the dead leaves and twigs that littered the clearly marked trail. The occasional nettle clung to his tan hiking pants, waiting to get brushed off somewhere down the path. He looked up at the sky, the few clouds lazily drifting by in the cool morning breeze.\n\nHe stopped and listened.\n\nThere was no murmur, no rumble, nothing horrible stench.\n\nNo people.\n\nIt was perfect.\n\n_The first signs of autumn hung in the air. The feel of the wind spoke of the harsh winter to come. Not the harshest, but a difficult one nonetheless. There would still be a few weeks before it was here, so there was time to prepare. Hopefully, it would be easier this year._\n\n_The woods provided many things. There was always a source of food, a source of shelter, always a way to survive. Most importantly, they provided solitude. Few ventured this far into the thick forest, and those who were foolish enough to do so rarely stayed long... If they made it out at all._\n\n_Leaves crunched rhythmically in the distance, signaling the entrance of another fool into the thicket._\n\n_How long would this one last?_\n\nMarkus snuffed out the embers of the morning fire, making sure to douse them with some water from the nearby stream before rolling up his tent. The last wisps of smoke curled into the early morning sky, carried on the cool breeze and melding into the scattered clouds that blotted out the sun. The smell of burnt wood hung around him as Markus picked some of the charcoal burnt wood out of the remains, readying it to use as a filter should he need it.\n\nPlacing everything into his pack, he pulled out the plastic coated map and checked his bearings. He had made excellent progress in the past four days, covering more ground than he initially thought he would. Part of the reason was his years of experience hiking, the other was due to his stamina. He wasn't buff, by any means, but he was in a decently good shape.\n\nThe other reason he had made good time was the fact that the trail had been incredibly well marked. There were cairns marking the hike every few miles, sometimes just three unusually stacked stones and sometimes two feet high piles of rock. Even still, in any spots where the trail had been grown over some, the tell tale signs of the trail were there: A divot in the ground, the undergrowth not being the same height as the rest around it.\n\nThe trail he had been walking was winding between two mountains, following an old river bed that had cut through the hard rock, but had since long dried up. It was the best route through, and all he had to do was follow it up between the mountain and down into the valley. From there it would be just another day's hike to the small town that was his destinations end.\n\nMarkus had almost reached the highest point between the two mountains, but stopped dead in his tracks when he turned around a large boulder and saw the view that opened up before him.\n\nA storm must have come through a few weeks ago, because the entire trail ahead of him had been washed out. Large chunks of dirt and rocks mixed in with the trunks of fallen trees covered the path.\n\nMarkus looked up, his grey-blue eyes running over the scar in the mountain side that ran all the way down. He sighed, running a hand through his short black hair, bringing it around to scratch the stubble that had grown in over the past few days. \"...shit.\"\n\n_Things had been interesting so far. This one had not turned back from the woods; he had, in fact, shown himself to be rather able. He could hunt, he could make fire without the need of additional tools, and he could cover his tracks fairly well. This one had experience._\n\n_She admired that._\n\n_She had been following him, watching as he made his way through her woods. He had made no mess, killed only for food, and seemed to hold a reverence for his surroundings._\n\n_Now, though, he was being challenged._\n\n_How would he handle this one?_\n\nGrabbing a nearby fallen branch, he tested its weight before poking it into the mass of dirt in front of him.\n\nHe was met with a firm \"thunk.\"\n\n\"Ok, you should be solid enough.\" He mused and clambered over the fallen debris, checking the ruined area against his map. This was the only trail that led to his destination, any other way would have him doubling back and taking more time than he had.\n\n\"Ok, I can do this.\" He assured himself, pulling the map back up. His fingers traced the colored lines that dances around the page.\n\n\"Let's see...\" He murmured, following his finger. \"If I follow the curve of the mountain west, I can meet up with this trail, which should connect to the original path...\"\n\nHe sighed, looking up at the clouds in the morning sky.\n\nIt was going to be a long day.\n\nBy noon, Markus had trudged over much of the fallen debris, making his way around most of the side of the mountain. He had slipped a few times and nearly fallen once, but he held his own. He rounded another blind turn and nearly ran into a large sheet of rock that was blocking the path. A chunk of the mountain had come out, falling across the path and jutting outward.\n\nThe rock was sheer and sleek, impossible to climb over or around. Markus sighed, he would have to double back and look for another way. That's when he saw it.\n\nThe good news was that he found the path.\n\nThe bad news was that it about 400 feet below him, nestled at the bottom of an incredibly steep, decline covered in thick vegetation.\n\nGrabbing the branch he brought with him, Markus walked to the edge of the decline and looked down.\n\n\"Ok, going straight down would be suicide.\" he worked through his situation. \"I should be able to zigzag my way down from tree to tree...\"\n\nHe sat on the edge, lowering his legs carefully into the thick undergrowth. He used the branch for leverage as he found footing in the slick leaves that coated the ground. Cautiously, he began working his way to the thin tree to the right. With each step he moved to the side and slightly down, gripping the undergrowth as he went.\n\nWhen there was no more ground to the right, he turned, and repeated the same process going left. Rough bark and nettles scraped at his arms and legs as he moved, some cutting through his thick shirt. He winced as he picked a thick burr out of his arm and tossed it down the steep side.\n\n\"Stupid piece of...\" That was all Markus was able to say before his foot slipped on the slick leaves.\n\nThe world spun around him as Markus began tumbling down the steep face. Sky and ground swirled into one as branches and leaves slapped him. His body thudded against the slope, the vibrations shaking through him as his arms flailed, reaching for a grip.\n\nMarkus dug his fingers into the dirt, hoping to grab onto anything he could. The thin trunk of a tree fell into his grip, he tossed his other hand around it and held on as hard as he could. It pulled slightly out of the ground, but its roots held, bringing him to a stop in the middle of a thick bush.\n\nHis feet kicked until they found a hold, cementing him into place. He looked up the slope, scanning the path of destruction it made. He had slid nearly a quarter of the way down the slope, and had he not been able to grab the tree, it looked like he would have tumbled the whole way down.\n\nHe turned, looking through the thick leaves of the bush for a way to go, hardly being able to see through. Forward was out, it was either right or left. He wasn't too sure how far to the side he had slid, but figured the best was to go was right.\n\nShimmying along the slope, he zigged along to the right until he had to zag to the left. About halfway back he stopped, looking ahead.\n\nJust to the left of the bush he was in, the slope turned into a sheer cliff face, dropping down to a series of jagged rocks.\n\n\"That ... would have been bad.\" He muttered.\n\nMarkus spent the better part of the afternoon working his way down the slope, stopping every so often to catch his breath and check his progress. By the time he finally made it to the bottom, his legs were shaking and his hands were raw. With a sigh, Markus looked up the mountain and smirked.\n\n\"You didn't beat me today.\" He smiled, rubbing his sore shoulder. He turned to walk, when his foot caught an exposed root, causing him to trip. For the second time the world spun around him, before stopping abruptly when he thudded against the ground.\n\n\"Touche, mountain.\"\n\n_This one was resilient. He was clever. He could adapt._\n\n_It had been a long time since She had seen one as capable as him._\n\n_He would be hers._\n\nMarkus moved along the trail much more slowly than he would have liked. The tumble had taken its toll on his body, making his muscles ache with each step. The woods were oddly quiet in this area, not many birds sang and very few things skittered around the underbrush. His ears picked up on the few sounds that happened around him, but they were mostly filled with his own breathing and footfalls.\n\nA twig snapped in the distance, causing him to stop for a moment. He turned, swearing he felt eyes on him from somewhere. He scanned the area before shaking it off, blaming his tumble.\n\nBy the time the sun had just finished setting and the clouds rang of roses and purples, Markus had set up his small tent and had a small fire going in a clearing. Wisps of smoke curled up into the night sky, dancing across the face of the full moon. Markus groaned as he reached for his water bottle, reveling in the cool water as it slid down his parched throat.\n\nHe checked his map, the moon and firelight doing more than enough to help him see. It would be a simple walk back to town in the morning. He could make it there by noon, check in at the local inn and recuperate.\n\nA snap of a twig brought Markus out of his haze. Again he felt eyes on him from the darkness. He stood, peering around the small clearing, the hairs on the back of his neck tingling; but he saw nothing.\n\n\"It's probably just a-\"\n\nMarkus' thought was interrupted by a sudden and intense world of pain. A grey blur rushed up on him, knocking him down. Stars danced in his vision as the back of his head hit the ground. He blinked, just in time to see teeth and claws fill his vision.\n\nPain flared all over his body as sharp claws tore through his clothing. Thick, black claws raked across his flesh, leaving stinging red lines all over his his torso and legs as they turned his shirt and pants to shreds. Fangs flashed in front of his eyes as hot saliva speckled his face. Markus tired to fight back, when searing pain bloomed in his right shoulder as he felt claw rake against bone.\n\nBefore he could react, the beast disappeared, its thick legs thumping across the ground as they carried it into the woods.\n\n\"Fffffffuck!\" Markus coughed, every inch of his skin on fire. He sat up, the bitter rusty tang of blood hung in the back of his dry throat. He looked down at his right shoulder, wincing at the sight.\n\nFour deep gashes cut across the top of his arm and shoulder, exposing the muscle and tissue that lay deep under his skin. He gripped the wound tightly with his left hand, sucking air in through his teeth as pain flared under his grip.\n\nAs carefully as he could, Markus moved to his knees, discovering more cuts along his legs as they ground into the dirt. He gritted his teeth, moving his legs under him as his racing heart began to slow slightly.\n\nHis grunts turned into a scream as he rose to his feet, his vision blurring for a moment before becoming crisp again, a few floating stars still remaining. The tattered remains of his shirts and pants slid off of his wounded frame, crumpling to the ground in a bloody pile, leaving Markus standing in nothing but his hiking boots.\n\nWarm liquid fell into his left eye as Markus looked down, filling his vision with sticky redness. He reached up carefully with his right hand, dabbing the skin just above his eyebrow. He pulled his fingers back, finding them covered in more blood from the cut that hung in his forehead.\n\n\"Shit...\" He said, doing a mental tally of the damage he had sustained. He was cut deep, and he was losing blood fast. If he didn't get help soon he would be dead. If he couldn't find help before that beast came back...\n\nHe shook his head, not wanting to come to terms with that thought. He anxiously looked around for his backpack with the first aid kit - but it was nowhere to be found.\n\nMarkus gripped his right shoulder tighter as the pain flared, and began walking. He was only a few hours from town, if he could hold out until he reached an emergency room, or a hospital...\n\nPart of his brain knew he was in shock. He had to give himself small, manageable tasks to do until his full senses came back.\n\nThe first task was to get to town.\n\nBlossoms of pain shot through his body with every step he took, his muscles trembling as he struggled to move forward. He knew there was a stream up ahead, if he could make it to that, he could follow it to town.\n\n\"Gotta keep moving...\" He grunted, the burning in his shoulder starting to spread. Sweat poured across his body, trying to cool the burning heat as he moved, naked through the cool night air.\n\nThe sound of a babbling stream came to Markus' ears, the rounded tops of them pointing slightly as it grew louder. The full moon lit the path enough for him to see the stream cutting through the ground in front of him.\n\nHis body began to shake as he neared it, an intense heat building inside of him. The cool waters of the stream calling to him when he reached the edge. Wincing in pain as he leaned down, Markus looked at the clear water, and felt his body fall into it.\n\nThe chilled water of the stream turned red as it washed the excess blood off of his body. The shock of the coolness taking Markus' mind off of the pain momentarily as he emerged from the water, steam rising off of his hot skin into the cool night air.\n\nHe stepped out of the water, looking at the cuts in his skin. He stopped, not sure if his eyes were playing tricks on him, or if it was the shock, but he swore they were smaller and there were dark hairs growing around the wounds on his arm.\n\n\"I need to get some help...\"\n\n_This one was tough. He did not wail or scurry when injured, he kept his head._\n\n_The evening breeze running past her nose brought his scent to her, lingering under the sweet blood. It was different than before, much nicer._\n\n_She liked it._\n\n_She would follow him._\n\nHot breath puffed out in the night air in front of Markus as he trudged through the woods. His mind spun, body aching with every movement, as he tried to make sense of what was happening. Whatever had attacked him had infected him with ... something. Dark grey hairs prickled out along his arm and shoulder, tickling his hot skin as he moved. Fine silver hairs poked out between the muscles on his chest, moving down to meet the trail of silver fur growing up from his groin.\n\nBlood oozed over the fingers that held his slowly healing wounds together, his growing fur tickling them as they moved. Thoughts raced through his mind, fighting to be heard over the pain.\n\nA new sensation arose in his hands as pressure slowly built in the tips of his fingers. Markus looked at his hand, watching as his finger nails thickened and grew. They pushed out, gently tugging at his cuticles as their material darkened, taking on a grey hue.\n\n\"Claws?\" He muttered, looking at his hand thinking \"Why claws? Claws were good for tearing, for gripping, for rending the flesh of his prey...\"\n\nMarkus shook his head, dark fur moving up his neck as the muscles tensed. His ears twitched as they pulled out from the sides of his head, lighter colored fur dusting their backs as the waxy insides grew thinner.\n\nHis longer ears twitched, picking up a light rustling in the bushes behind him. He snarled instinctively, his upper lip twitching over his growing canines. The fur on the back of his neck bristled, the feeling that something was following him was running through his mind.\n\nForward, he had to keep moving forward. Fur tickled along his thighs, moving to meet the soft silver fur that coated his groin. Light hairs moved down the length of his penis, meeting the fur that now coated his testicles. His member twitched slightly at the sensation, its skin squirming and shifting.\n\nHis boots felt suddenly tight and cramped. He leaned down, attempting to untie the paracord laces with his thick fingers. He quickly grew frustrated, growling as he tore into the fabric with his new claws. The boots fell to shreds around his swelling feet, just as a similar pressure built in his toes. His toenails thickened, sharp points forming as they pushed out into claws.\n\nMarkus looked at the remnants of the material stuck to the claws on his fingers, watching as the skin on the palm of his right hand turned grey and rough. Thick pads puffed out along his palm and fingers, dark fur prickling out around them.\n\nHe took another step, feeling the cold ground on the bottom of his bare feet as a new pressure build in his face.\n\nHis teeth grew into fangs, crowding his mouth while his tongue grew longer and flatter. Bone ground and crunched noisily in his head as his jaw pushed slightly forward, fur growing out along his jawline.\n\nMuscles twitched and tensed in his back as fur crept over his hips. His spine crackled and crunched, a nub of flesh poking out above his rear as the muscles of his cheeks firmed. Dark fur quickly grew to cover the new flesh as is pulsed outwards.\n\nMarkus struggled to keep his focus when his face pushed out further. His nose darkened, the texture of his skin pebbling as it turned leathery and damp. Another crunch pushed his muzzle out an inch, the grey furred top of it coming into the bottom of his vision. Markus stumbled, leaning against a tree as his feet snapped. He looked down to watch his toes thicken and push forward, feeling the bones and sinew snap and stretch as rough pads formed on their undersides. Fur tickled between his toes as he stretched his foot, wiggling his toes, his long claws digging into the dirt.\n\nThe cool breeze tickled his growing ears as it wrapped around his head, bringing a new world of scents to him. He sniffed the air, new nose twitching as a thousand new scents filled his mind. He could smell the dirt, the leaves, the stream. He smelled himself, his sweat. He smelled the deer half a mile in the distance.\n\nHe smelled her.\n\nA deep, thick musk filled his nose, stirring thoughts in the back of his mind. His furred penis bobbed slightly as the skin around his tip thickened and separated. He tilted his head, sniffing for the source. She was somewhere behind him, watching him.\n\nMarkus shook his head, his senses returning. He needed help, he had to move.\n\nHis stride grew longer and his steps more powerful as the muscles in his legs thickened. He nearly bounded through the forest on his long paws. He was moving quickly, but ... it would be faster to run, wouldn't it? Running on all fours, darting through the trees, that would...\n\nHis face snapped forward again, muzzle nearly complete, the pain bringing his senses back for a moment. He looked over his body, now unrecognizable to him under the plush fur and muscles. If he could just...\n\nThe world became blurry for a moment as his eyes refocused, everything around him becoming sharper and clear. Markus looked past his long snout, seeing the world in a new way. The moon lit everything around him, bathing the woods in a comforting glow. He looked at the the leaves, the birds in the sky, the deer tracks in the path in front of him...\n\n\"Deeuuurrrr.\" He grunted, his long tongue flopping oddly in his long mouth. His stomach growled as he scented the air, quickly catching the deer's scent. Hunger clouded his brain as he leaned down, sniffing at the ground. He could tell the deer was male, that it was strong.\n\nMarkus moved quickly and silently on his widening paws, his pads muffling his steps as he tracked the scent of the animal. His pace picked up as he imagined it would be easy prey. He imagined his claws rending its flesh, his long fangs sinking into the delicious meat, its blood pouring down his throat as he licked his hands clean.\n\nFur bristled out along his long tail as it swished behind him, gently bumping against the thinning bushes. He followed his nose through the woods until a light caught his attention.\n\nMarkus found himself at the edge of the woods, standing atop a large hill overlooking the lights of the small town nestled in the valley below. The sight of the town brought him back to his senses. Town meant people. People meant help. Help could...\n\nHis thoughts were interrupted when the breeze brought her scent to him again. He sniffed in deeply, feeling his fur covered member twitch, his round head turning red. Her rich scent filled his mind, and he felt his body turning back towards the woods.\n\nNo. Need help. Need. Help.\n\nMarkus turned towards the town and began moving down the hill.\n\n_She was angry, but impressed. He was strong. She watched him move down the hill with grace and speed. He had adapted to his body quickly._\n\n_His mind would follow eventually._\n\n_Her body ached terribly at the thought of his return. She rubbed her clawed fingers over her lower lips, feeling them moisten at her touch. Hot juices leaked from her nethers, soaking into the dirt below._\n\n_She was ready for her mate._\n\n_She would be ready for his return._\n\nMarkus bound down the hill, fighting the urge to run on all fours. The sounds of the small town grew louder to his long ears as the smells of suburban life hit him. Bitter and sweet scents mingled as the wind brought the smell of a late season grilling to him. He salivated, licking his black lips, wanting to run to it.\n\nNo! He growled in frustration as he bound towards the nearest property. A long wooden fence separated the large yard from the woods, helping to protect the two story home that sat beyond it. The windows of the house were dark and there was no movement inside. But there could be a phone. He could call for help.\n\nMarkus gripped the top of the fence with his large hands, readying to pull himself up. He lifted a paw, digging his claws into the old wood slightly, but as soon as he put his weight on it, it gave way.\n\nMarkus fell to the ground, landing on his right shoulder, slightly opening the deep gashes that were mostly healed by now. Pain flared through his body again, but this time it brought something different.\n\nInstead of yelling, he felt a pressure building in his chest. A yearning, an urge not to yell, but to call to others for aid.\n\nAn urge to howl.\n\nMarkus threw his head back, feeling his throat rumble as the air in his chest moved upwards. A loud, deep howl resonated through his body and pierced into the night air. His lips moved over his fangs as his song blew past them. He stood, rising on his large feet as the howl came to an end.\n\nA moment later, a response came from the distance.\n\nHis ears perked as he cocked his head, listening as a female's howl came over the trees. It was both sweet and sorrowful. It was a song of loneliness, a song of yearning.\n\nSomething clicked in his head as he turned to the forest. He howled again, telling her that he heard, that he understood.\n\nShe called him back.\n\nHe stepped back towards the hill, listening to her bittersweet howl fill the night air. Without hesitation, he dropped to all fours and bound back up the hill. His large hands and heavy paws thudded against the soft earth as they kicked up chunks of dirt in his climb back up. As soon as he reached the top of the hill, her scent hit him.\n\nHe sniffed the ground, filling his nose with the deep, rich scent of her. She was all around the area, small pools of her scent littered the edge of the woods, leading deeper in. She had been following him before, now, it was his turn to follow her.\n\nHis member stirred, the furred skin of his penis pulling up against his stomach as his tip poked out, red and slick. It bobbed under him as he walked, tickling against the fur of his stomach as he followed her trail.\n\nHe moved into a small clearing, stopping when he saw her.\n\nThe same wolf that had attacked him, standing on her hind legs, covered in beautiful silver fur that ran from the tips of her ears down to the end of her slowly swishing tail. She ran a clawed finger lazily through the damp fur of her crotch as he approached.\n\nShe eyed him, her deep amber eyes watching as he carefully pawed his way near her. She dropped to all fours, swishing her tail to spread more of her scent in the clearing. He breathed it in, his member straining with need as it bounced underneath him.\n\nHe watched as she took a long sniff, her eyes closing as a smile crept across her muzzle. His head spun with thoughts and desires as she gently rolled him onto his back. Her sleek body crept between his powerful legs, his long feet hanging in the air above her. He felt the fur of her shoulders push against the fur of his powerful thighs as she reached for his aching member.\n\nRough pads delicately caressed the slick red skin of his penis, the soft fur of her fingers tickling it. She gently squeezed it with one hand, while she ran her claws through the fur of his stomach, watching as his tip twitched in her grip, turning into a point.\n\nShe licked her lips, eyeing him hungrily as she ran her long tongue along the length of him. Markus bucked his hips at the feeling of her wide, rough tongue sliding against his slick member. Thousands of new nerve endings lit up as she savored his salty taste.\n\nThe she wolf picked her head up and tilted it forward as she took his entire member in her mouth. Sharp teeth carefully ran along its surface as she bobbed up and down on him, her tongue wrapping around his shaft as it grew thicker and longer. She inhaled deeply every time she worked, reveling in the thick masculine musk that was emanating from the fur of his groin, feeling his scent drive her wild.\n\nMarkus reached down, wrapping his hands around her large ears as she worked him. Part of his mind screamed that everything about this was wrong, that this thing was a beast. The other part of him was giving in, reveling in the sensations, in her.\n\nA pressure built in his chest as he felt himself nearing orgasm. His breath quickened and a snarl came to his lips when he felt her strong hand land on his chest. She released his slick, saliva covered member to the cool night air and stood.\n\nHe looked at her, confused, but was met with a wicked grin. She pulled him with her amber eyes towards her as she lay back, running her fingers through the damp fur around her folds.\n\nInstinct took over as Markus realized he must give his mate her turn. He gripped her silver furred thighs in his massive hands, careful not to scratch her as he leaned in.\n\nThe heat and scent coming from her was like nothing he had ever known. Thick juices dripped from her dark folds, bringing with them a wild, deep scent. He ran his nose through the fur just above her opening, letting her scent stick to him before he felt his own large tongue dart out.\n\nHe ran his tongue along the length of her opening, his mouth flaring to life at the taste of her. Her slick flesh moved under his ministrations, opening wider and allowing his rough tongue to plunge deeper and deeper with each lick.\n\nHis member twitched as her scent grew richer and thicker. Soft growls rumbled through her as she moved her legs further apart, giving him more access. She groped at her breasts, squeezing and rubbing them as he worked, her head tilted back, eyes half closed in bliss.\n\nMarkus watched as a small nub of flesh in her folds engorged. Her clitoris. He carefully reached a clawed finger up to it, moistening it in the juices of her folds before placing the rough pad on it. He began moving his finger in small circles as he continued lapping at her, taking pride in the sensations he was giving her.\n\nThe she wolf's breath quickened as the muscles of her groin and thighs began to twitch. The long claws of her feet dug into the dirt as her thighs clamped around his head, holding him there as she neared release. She threw her head back in a silent howl, only small whimpers able to escape her throat as burst after burst of her rich fluids poured out of her, onto Markus's long face.\n\nShe had never before felt such a sensation, such ecstasy.\n\nShe opened her legs, allowing him to clean the fur around her opening for a moment, before sitting up and licking his face. She tasted herself on him as she stood, reveling in the flavor. She padded over to a fallen tree, her legs still shaking as she turned and raised her tail.\n\nHe had earned his place.\n\nMarkus rose to all fours, walking to her as his aching member rubbed against his stomach. He stood, looking into the eyes of his mate as he gripped his member in his hand, lining it up with her opening. The heat still coming from her danced across his pointed tip as he placed one hand on her shoulder, and guided himself into place.\n\nHot, slick, velvety softness erupted around his sensitive member as he pushed into her. They both hissed in delight at the sensation as he slowly began rocking his hips. Her tail brushed against his chest as he leaned forward slightly, grabbing at her breasts as he worked.\n\nMarkus felt himself growing as he was lost in the sensations. Her thick walls squeezed against his thickening member as the last and final parts of his transformation took place. Fur and claws locked into place as his muzzle clicked. Whiskers pushed out from above his black lips as his long feet grew slightly wider.\n\nFinally, as he pumped into his mate, the base of his penis began to swell. He growled in frustration as his thrusts were quickly cut off by his growing knot. His mate pushed herself against him, whining and whimpering in bliss as he worked. Finally, he grabbed both her shoulders and thrust in as hard as he could.\n\nShe yelped as his knot popped into her, but resumed her panting. Markus found his thrusts shorter as he pumped, his breath picking up to match his mate's panting. They leaned over the log, their claws digging long gouges into the bark as they thrust against each other.\n\nMarkus felt himself coming close as he pumped. He flashed his long fangs and bit into the back of her shoulder as his fur covered balls tensed. He felt his shaft swell within her tight walls as his dam broke, sending burst after burst of his seed deep within her.\n\nShe howled in both pain and bliss as she felt his member swell. Her walls clamped down on his member as her hot juices gushed around it. Her muscles tensed over and over, milking her mate for everything he had.\n\nDespite his knot, their fluids dripped out of her opening, soaking into their fur and falling to the ground below in thick puddles. Markus and his mate panted as, together, they moved to the ground before falling asleep, spent.\n\nThe first signs of early morning light hung in the sky when Markus began to stir. He found himself still inside his mate, but his knot had gone down enough for him to pull out of her warm embrace. He looked over her, watching as she slowly woke, her amber eyes looking on him with affection. He nuzzled against her, breathing in her scent as he wrapped a large furry arm around her stomach. They would leave the clearing soon, but for now, he was happy.\n\n_She woke gently to see her mate watching over her. She was no longer alone to face the harsh winter. She had chosen well._\n\n_He wrapped himself around her, placing a hand on her stomach. She placed her large paw on top of his. Yes. Protect this spot. Soon, the winter would arrive, but spring would bring them much more._\n\n_A small family, left alone in the middle of the woods._\n\n_It was perfect._\n\n  \n  \n\n","series":{"name":"Stories: Overcoming Adversity","next":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1434244-ev3-by-norco.json"}}