There's No Such Thing As Werewolves
YCH won by Geecupcake and Crazyredfox on IB.
"It's a full moon tonight, Brendan."
"What's that gotta do with anything? You scared, Short?"
On the night of Halloween, a group of young teenagers, who cared little for the monotony and childish boredom of 'trick or treating', decided they'd waste away the evening in the more shadier parts of town. Their parents assumed they were out with their siblings, helping them collecting their candy. In truth, they had ditched them long ago.
There were 5 of them, in particular, all seated in the town's local graveyard. They sat on the far side, where the trees encroached on the plot of land and gave them a considerable overhang to hide under, should the police be looking for them. An eerie fog had begun to set in over the hills beyond and rolled its way down to the bed of corpses and coffins that lay just underneath the surface. The majority of the teenagers didn't care. One of them, however, was a little anxious.
"I mean, y'know, what if the stories had always been true, and werewolves and ghosts n' shit actually exist?" He was a nerdy boy, but he was their friend. The tremor in his voice showed his fear, but the other teens just laughed it off. With them sat a small box, brimming with ice and containing a substantial amount of alcohol. They've already gone through a couple of bottles each, and it wasn't even midnight yet.
Amongst the 5 of them sat two other teens, sitting under the shade. The one of them was a happy-go-lucky sort of boy, the most cheerful one of the group: a red panda, who everyone grew to know as Short. The other was the only female of their group who has a knack for hanging with the boys, a red fox known as Zandra.
As they sat and drank and talked, they heard a sudden noise. Off into the distance, a howl echoed, it's sound carrying towards the graveyard. The young nerdy boy let out a quivering whimper and tucked his knees up against his chest, and the teens bellowed with laughter at the sight.
"Holy shit, Peter, it's just someone fucking with us. Don't piss your pants!"
The leader of their group, Brendan, took a hearty swig of his drink and set the bottle down, his tail flicking against the ground. He was a Hyena with an indomitable personality, a confidence that seemed to have no limit, and a fierce loyalty for his friends and followers. It was usually him that arranged their little plans, but always kept them in line. They were rebellious teenagers and not delinquents, after all.
The howl came out again and the leader of their group simply chuckle, peering out from the gravestone he was leaning on and peeking up towards the hill. He squinted his eyes, but he couldn't see anything, not even a silhouette of a wolf. He could only assume someone really was screwing with them, trying to scare them. He guessed it might be the high school in the town over. They were notorious for pulling stupid pranks.
"Don't worry about it," He assured them with a wide grin. "I'm pretty sure we'll be just f--"
A hand clasped his shoulder, long claws curling against the fabric and gripping tight. His eyes widened in surprise and the other teens gawked at the sight, before he was suddenly yanked up, pulled over the gravestone. He screamed out for help and was dragged off into the darkness, around the trees not too far from where they sat. Now they wished they hadn't picked the darker spot on the edge of the cemetery.
The nerdy boy screamed and went pale, scrabbling to his feet. He turned tail and ran, tripping over various things and he ran in the exact opposite direction of where Brendan had just been taken. The other teens stared, bug-eyed, into the darkness. Red eyes stared back at them. At once, they moved.
The 4 of them ran across the graveyard, the blood pounding in their ears, their hearts hammering inside their chest. They could hear snarls and growls behind them, the noises growing steadily closer. One of the teens turned to see what was happening, and that was his mistake. Whatever was behind them lunged and grabbed him. They heard his scream as he was dragged off into the night.
Now, it was just Short, Zandra, and Peter. The nerdy boy was particularly smart: he had already ducked into the street and was making a beeline for the masses doing their trick or treating. He knew that, should these creatures be following them, that there was safety in numbers. Short and Zandra, however, were fools.
They circled the graveyard and they tried to calculate a possible way out, and inevitably ended up running up the hill at the edge of the graveyard. The steep incline made it difficult for them to ascend, but whatever was behind them had no trouble making its way up, and it closed in one them.
Both of them felt a mass on their back, suddenly pushing them down. The grass underneath them whirled as they were suddenly dragged by the ankle back down the hill and into the darkness of the woods near the graveyard itself. They could hear the echoing screams of their friends that slowly began to subside, and they potentially feared the worst.
Suddenly, they stopped. Whatever had grabbed them let go of their legs, and they rolled onto their backs, laying next to one-another. Their gawked at the sight of red eyes above them, snarling and snapping teeth and shaggy black fur.
Peter was right. It was werewolves. They didn't even know what would happen to them, but their hesitation to gut their bellies was concerning. Instead, they just stared, noses twitching.
It was a small group of them, and their shapes and sizes were varying. Some were short and young, others were tall and imposing, drool dripping from their mouths. In the dark, it was hard to make out the majority of their features, but there was no mistaking what they were.
Short, dressed in a slim tracksuit and baggy pants, tried to sit up and see if his friends were okay. It wasn't that Short was righteous: he was downright terrified, but his friends mattered to him. before he could even get into an upright position, one of the larger werewolves stepped forwards. A large paw pushed down against the red panda's chest and forced his back down into the cold dirt again. Short held his hands up in surrender with an awkward smile, but that paw didn't move.
Zandra was having what was likely a more difficult time. A couple of the smaller, younger werewolves had stepped forwards. If anyone had to guess, they were likely in their late teens, just on the cusp of their adulthood. They grabbed the 16 year old female by the ankles and dragged her further away from Short, who turned to watch her being pulled away. Neither of them could do anything about it: they were at the mercy of the beasts before them.
Short turned his head to stare back up at the werewolf towering above him, his gaze flicking down to the paw placed on his chest. He soon realised that the werewolf wasn't particularly pushing hard. Rather, he was simply placing it there, as if he were teasing the red panda. The teen boy squirmed beneath the paw and wondered what he could do to wriggle away from it, but the werewolf simply curled its toes against his body and gripped the front of his jacket between his toes.
Now in a secluded location, the two teen wolves began to have their way with Zandra, so to speak. Their first obstacle was her clothes, and they wasted no time in bearing down on her. Their clawed hands tugged at her clothes, her tight denim jeans and her loose leather jacket. She squirmed and cried out beneath them, batting at their bodies to try and fight them off, but such a notion was useless in the face of powerful, supernatural creatures. Even as she thought, their claws connecting with her clothes, shredding them. Holes appeared in her jeans, down the front of her vest, and against the sleeves of her jacket. They eventually wormed the jacket and jeans off of her, leaving her in a T-Shirt and panties, with a bra hidden underneath.
Short, meanwhile, wasn't quite sure what to expect of the werewolf towering over him. The intimidating creature's paw moved lower and lower along his body, until it's pawpads were touching with his pelvis. They moved lower, coaxing at the waistband of his elastic nylon pants, before they finally met with his clothed crotch. The red panda immediately tensed and an anxious grin spread across his face. He could feel the warmth of those pads pressing down against his hidden member. The mere action alone caused blood to pump to his flaccid, humanoid cock. He squirmed beneath the paw assaulting his loins and felt his breath go heavy, his cheeks reddening with a blush.
There werewolf seemed to be an expert with his feet. He dragged his paw up Short's body and back to the waistband of his pants, were his claws dexterously hooked into them. He pulled them down a little to expose Short's crotch, before he lost his grip and they flicked back up. The werewolf snarled in frustration. Fearing for his life, Short quickly grasped the waistband of his pants and tugged them down, revealing his loose boxer shorts beneath and the obvious tenting of his half-hard member.
Not too far away, the two teen wolves grasped and clutched as Zandra's body, attempting to get her into a suitable position. Her squirming and fighting, however, made it more or less impossible for them to get her onto her knees, or anything else of the sort. Instead, they resorted to laying her on her back. One quick swipe of one of their claws shredded her panties, revealing the warm mound of her sex hidden beneath. They grabbed at her already torn T-Shirt and ripped the front of it open, plucking at the strap that connected both cups of her bra together. They snapped under their assault, and one quick toss of their hand revealed the budding, B-Cup breasts.
The two teen werewolves were very eager. It was hard to see in the dark, but Zandra could already make out the outline of their lengths, the thick, pulsing cocks with their knotted bases. She shook her head and squirmed, but they ignored her pleas, pushing down onto her. One of them stepped directly over her head, his heavy nuts and knotted cock dangling mere inches from her muzzle. The other simply grasped her knees and forced her legs apart, licking his lips in delight at the sight of her tight lips.
Short looked over to Zandra and felt sorry for her. Compared to him, she was having a horrible time. He looked back up at the werewolf towering over him, watching those slightly glowing red eyes as the monster's paw traced over the tenting member, making the red panda shudder. A shaky sigh escaped the teen's lips as the werewolf dragged his paw directly up the length, forcing Short's cock to stand upright in his shorts, twitching and aching for attention. The werewolf splayed its toes and dragged them down against the clothed cock, squeezing the small cock between his toes. Short could feel the tightness of the digits around his cock, and the werewolf could likely feel the warm pulsing of his length against his paw.
A snarl escaped the wolf's mouth and it was clear he was growing impatient. He crouched down, curling his hand around Short's neck and lifting him into the air. The red panda's feet dangled off the ground, his pants around his ankles. He choked, the tight grip of the werewolf's hand constricting his airflow. His hands reached up to clasp around the wolf's strong, powerful bicep and his eyes bulged, his breath coming out in quiet rasps.
Zandra quietly whimpered as the werewolf shuffled in between her legs, his hands moving towards her hips. She could feel his claws grazing against her red fur, pressing dangerously against her flesh, threatening to puncture her skin. She soon felt the tapering end of his thick, knotted cock prodding her entrance, and even as she squirmed, he forced himself into her. The werewolf snarled quietly as he felt her spasming inner walls clenching around his length, squeezing every inch as he buried himself into her. He was rough, his first thrust embedding himself fully into her, before starting in on a series of rapid, powerful thrusts. The werewolf dangling above her began to grow impatient: he angled his length down and probed her lips with his cock. When she refused, he growled dangerously at her as a warning for defying him. She submissively opened her mouth as he forced his knotted cock inside, sliding against her tongue and probing the back of her throat.
The two of them were relentless, their hips rapidly humping back and forth, their breath coming out in hot, pleasured pants. Zandra was assaulted from all sides and quietly whimpered to herself at the sensations, the feeling of being violated, the dismay at a werewolf fucking her in her most intimate place. His knot slammed and thrust against her tight pussy, threatening to tie with her as his leisure, whilst the other one used her mouth like a fleshlight. She could feel his balls slapping against her chin, his knot pushing against her nose. She closed her eyes and tried to imagine anything else, but it was hard not to focus on the feelings of pain and pleasure swimming throughout her system.
Short gasped for breath still, as his hands gripped tightly around the werewolf's bulging forearm, staring into his red eyes. He cast a brief glance down, and stared wide-eyed at the sight of the werewolf's fat, twitching length. He understood immediately what the werewolf had in mind, and his cheeks flushed with embarrassment at the thought. The werewolf reached over to him with his free hand and eased Short's pants off of his feet, before grasping at his boxers. He yanked, hard, and the fabric tore from the merest of pulls, leaving Short bottomless and half-naked. The red panda submissively whimpered, squirming gently at the thought of being used and penetrated by the tall, imposing wolf.
The werewolf's free hand rose, grasping onto Short's leg and easing it upwards as his other hand stayed firmly clasped around the red panda's neck. His grip loosened ever so slightly, affording Short to suck in a deep breath and get some air into his lungs, before his grip tightened again, squeezing around the red panda's throat and constricting him once more. He lowered the red panda's body, angling him by way of his leg until the tapering end of his upright, erect cock started to slip and poke between Short's cheeks. It was hard to find the spot he was looking for, but he inevitably found it. The thin end of his cock met with Short's tight teen pucker, and he pushed upwards, feeling the ring stretch to accomodate him. Short let out a quiet groan between gasps for air and his innards squeezed around the intruding appendage as it sunk deeper and deeper.
For Zandra, all she could do was lay there. She didn't even know what was happening to her friends, her vision obscured by the powerful thrusts of the werewolf above her, assaulting her mouth and sprewing strings of pre-cum into the back of her throat, which she was forced to swallow. The one buried into her pussy was beginning to thrust faster and faster, his pants growing heavier, and she assumed the worst was yet to come. She couldn't bear the thought of being tied to the beast and tried to block it from her mind, but it was futile: each powerful thrust reminded her she was being used, being fucked by these horrible beasts.
Soon enough, the werewolf between her legs began to slow, his thrusts growing irregular. He switched gears from rapid humps to long, swift thrusts of his hips, his knot forcing itself against her entrance, threatening to tie with her. She could do little about it and merely whimpered, her moans of dismay muffled by the cock in her mouth. Her innards spasmed with unwanted pleasure as the werewolf forced himself up against her again, pushing with all his might. Despite her clenching, she couldn't hold it for long. She eventually loosened and felt the knot slip into her, tying with her body. Her inner walls clamped down around the knot and she felt it's thick, warm pulses. He was climaxing into her. She wasn't even on any contraception.
Short let out weak, quiet gasps as the werewolf pulled him down onto his cock, and he could feel every inch of the thick length stretching his behind to its limit. His eyes rolled up and he felt a spasm of pleasure shoot up his spine, making his skin tingle and his toes curl. The werewolf bucked and thrust up into him with little regard for his safety or wellbeing, his hips pumping his balls swaying. His grip loosened again around Short's throat and the red panda sucked in a deep breath, before the beast squeezed again. He felt the werewolf's hand digging in against his inner thigh, holding him up as his behind was carelessly used like a fleshlight. Each thrust made Short pant with pleasure and each, his slap of that thick knot against his behind making him whimper. As much as he might not want to admit it, he was enjoying this.
The wolf thrust harder and harder, faster and faster. He was clearly enjoying exactly how tight and attentive Short's insides were, the way they clenched around every aching inch of his cock, the way they squeezed in all the right places, at all the right moments. The werewolf's tongue lolled from his mouth and his tail wagged fervently as he bucked, balls swaying and occasionally slapping up into Short's behind. The red panda's humanoid member sat at half-hardness, an drip of pre-cum oozing from the end of his length, betraying his lust for the situation before him.
Zandra had hoped the worst was over, but there was still one other werewolf to contend with, who was beginning to speed up inside of her mouth. His hips thrust and his knot bounced off of her muzzle, his balls hitting her chin over and over. She could hear his heavy pants of pleasure and assumed he wasn't going to last long. She felt hands gripping and squeezing her breasts and she scrunched up her eyes, whimpering from the touch. The wolf in her mouth thrust harder, prodding violently against the back of her throat until, suddenly, he stopped.
She could feel it: the heavy throbs of his cock, coupled with sudden clumps of salty liquid in the back of her throat, told her she he was climaxing. She was forced to swallow, unable to do anything else. The wolf sighed gently above her, his claws panted against the dirt, his tail wagging leisurely as he emptied himself into her back of her throat. Wih the two of them fully spent, maybe they'd leave her alone.
Short, meanwhile, was far from done. The werewolf continued to assault him, the towering man squeezing tighter and tighter against Short's throat until he couldn't even breath. He tried to suck in air and found nothing coming through. His desperation to get air caused his innards to clamp down like a vice, and the werewolf seemed to enjoy that, his thrusts picking up to take advantage of the tight innards whilst he could. The beast began to pant and snarl, his breathing heavy, until it seemed as if he was at his limit.
The beast thrust up and his knot mashed against Short's tight, squeezing behind. His grip loosened around the red panda's neck and the teen took in a large gulp of air, coughing a little. As he did so, the werewolf gripped his leg hard and pulled, forcing the boy's loosened ass down around his knot.
Now successfully tired, the werewolf rolled his hips forwards, growling under his breath, until he finally tipped himself over the edge. Short let out a quiet groan of pleasure and felt his cheeks burning with a blush as he felt the monster's pulsing knot, his throbbing cock and the warmth of his load shooting into his most deepest, intimate areas. The red panda squirmed a little around the knot but found himself unable to do much. His grip loosened again around the teen's neck and Short could finally breath easy, firmly wedged against the werewolf's body.
The two teens were thoroughly used and spend. The larger, older werewolf settled himself down against a tree as the rest of the pack dispersed, apparently pleased with the show. In the distance, Short could hear the whimpers of some of his friends and wondered if they had to go through the same ordeal.
Zandra took in a breath of fresh air as the teen werewolf embedded into her mouth finally moved off her, his half-limp cock slowly retreating back into his sheath. The one tied to her body didn't plan on leaving anytime soon. With the other dislodged, he sat near her, crouched on his haunches and roaming his gaze of her body. She watched with him fear in her eyes, not sure what he planned to do.
However, he did nothing. Instead, he settled down near her, curling up against her body. The other werewolf leant over her and cuddled up against her front, leaving her naked and wrapped up with werewolf fur. She trembled beneath them and wasn't sure what to do. She couldn't move, that much was clear.
Night turned to day, albeit slowly. Somehow, the two teens had managed to get some sort of sleep. The warmth of the werewolves around them, coupled with being unable to move and the time meant they eventually couldn't stay awake, and relaxed enough to rest. When they awoke later on, they found themselves still in the forest. There werewolves, however, were nowhere to be seen. They might have questioned if it were a dream or a nightmare, but the sight of their ruined clothes and naked bodies made it clear that it had happened.
"Zandra, are you okay?" Short asked the girl, calling over to her. She sat up and hugged herself tightly, feeling exposed. She whimpered to herself and felt the stickiness of seed between her legs, fearing the worst. Short quickly went over and wrapped his jacket around her body, caring little for his own nudity.
"...C'mon. Let's find the others and go home." He suggested. Slowly, she nodded and got to her feet.
They set off back into the woods, hoping the push the night out of their minds.