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You're exhausted. It's well past 2 in the morning, you're curled up in your sleeping bag, the tent is zipped up and there is nothing but the sounds of crickets and wilderness outside. And yet, somehow, you feel restless.

You think of calling out to your friends' tent for a moment, but you know that won't do any good. It stings a little bit to think that once upon a time these Best Friend Camping Trips were just for you and Jules alone. You two would stay up late into the night, making up stories, talking out fears and insecurities. Those days felt like the best years of your young lives. It's not that you didn't like Tony - he's a really nice and considerate guy, after all - you just can't stand trying to sleep in this lonely-ass one person tent.

"Oh, my g-...oOH..." A voice rang out in the distance. Jules. At least you didn't set your tent up too close to theirs - Jules was hardly the quiet type. With a groan, you roll to your other side, keeping your eyes pressed shut and wishing you'd thought to bring a pair of earplugs.

Something just rustled outside.

Probably just a raccoon or a skunk. Whatever it is, it probably got scared off from Jules' tent and decided to try its luck over here. You keep your eyes shut.

A louder rustling, like something stepping through the bushes. Your eyes snap open. A deep fear stirs in your chest, one you quickly beat back down. Why are you so nervous? You've been coming to this spot for years - there'd never been any sign of bears or other predators before.

Maybe you should just close your eyes. It's just your nerves getting to you. Soon enough, you'll wake up, and Tony will be cooking a nice breakfast for the three of you...

A twig snaps, right in front of your tent. You bolt upright, trembling hands darting for your nearby flashlight. You're not entirely sure what you plan to do with it, but it feels better just to hold something. Keeping your eyes on your tent's zipper, you try to steady your breathing, forcing a slow breath in and a shaking breath out. Deep breath in, everything's fine, you're just freaking out. Deep breath out, there's nothing to be afraid of.

Your breath catches in your throat as a shadow creeps up the front of your tent. Slow, heavy steps pad through dry leaves until the creature's shadow has blocked out what little moonlight you had. Taking one hand off the flashlight, you slowly reach to your side, taking care not to rustle your sleeping bag. Your phone is just a few inches away from you. If you can just call Jules, she and Tony can help. Tony has bear mace. Probably. Oh god, you hope Tony has bear mace.

Whatever is outside is fumbling with the zipper. The fabric of the tent pushes in towards you as the tiny metal tab outside is grabbed, pushed, toyed with. You finally grasp your phone, tethered by a short cable to your portable charger. Your finger shakes as you press it to the thumbprint scanner.

The click of your phone unlocking may as well be audible from the interstate. The fumbling outside momentarily ceases. You don't know why you're just staring. You need to call Jules. Move your thumb, call Jules now.

The zipper starts to move up.

You let out a whimper, tapping as quick as you can at the Phone icon, then Jules' smiling portrait. The zipper moves further toward the roof of the tent, letting the cool night air creep in. Your phone rings, and as Jules' ringtone goes off in the distance, before she even picks up, you start to yell into your phone-

The shadow from outside is suddenly on top of you. You're shoved to the ground, your mouth and nose buried in long, thick fur. The sound of tearing canvas and deep, huffing breaths fill your ears as you struggle helplessly, pinned by something far stronger than you. Your panicked breaths give you lungfuls of thick, musky air, and your shouts are muffled by the creature's rippling muscle.

Jules isn't picking up. Her phone is still ringing, somewhere closeby. You take in another breath, half-smothered by the beast's coat...why do you feel so lightheaded? Not just lightheaded, but...your breaths are starting to grow calm, calmer than when you were trying to sleep. It doesn't make sense. You should be scared, you should be panicking and screaming but you feel strangely at ease. Your muscles relax as you take a deeper breath in through your nose. It smells heady, overwhelming, and undeniably masculine. The thought occurs to you that you should be frightened for your life, but with that heavy scent filling your nose and head, it's hard to hold onto any thought for long.

"Stop noise." A deep, commanding voice snarls at you, his voice rumbling through his chest. Your finger is already on the power button, disconnecting your phone mid-call. You feel dazed when he pulls his thick coat away from your face. The world spins around you, shreds of your torn-open tent fluttering in the slight breeze, and in the center of it all, a towering creature looks down at you. His grey-furred body bears notches and scars, and his lupine muzzle curls into an eerie and toothy smile as he keeps your legs pinned to the ground. Your face burning red, you barely have the wherewithal to glance to the plump sheath that sits atop your sleeping bag. You're breathing hard again, but this time your mouth hangs open. His animalistic scent hasn't entirely left your lips, and it hangs in the air as his thick canine cock emerges and grows stiff before your eyes. Taking a few sniffs at the air, the creature tears your sleeping bag open with not even a hint of effort.

You lay exposed in your pajamas and t-shirt, only dimly aware of how hard you are. You whimper at the thought of getting that scent in your nostrils again, on your tongue and in your head. You slowly sit up, reaching your hands toward his red, towering cock. Just a touch. All you need is a touch.

"Stop." The beast commands, and you obey. A pit forms in your stomach, being denied your need, and as the creature sees this on your face he huffs out an eerie, taunting laugh. Standing to his full height, the monster takes a slow step over your head, then another, ensuring his balls slowly drag over your face as he walks away. You stay still, taking in as deep a breath of his fuzzy sac as you can as it passes over you. Then, just as before, you feel dizzy. Disoriented. You need more.

"Follow." You happily do, hardly noticing how clumsy you are at crawling on all fours. Your cock tents your pajama pants, but now is hardly the time to worry about such things. You follow the beast, watching his tail swish in front of you as he leads you to a clearing. The remains of a fire sit beside another shredded tent. Only when ordered to stop do you notice what's happening on the remains of the campsite.

Another monster, a female by her smell, is surrounded by three others. Two glistening red cocks occupy her spacious maw, and while the third beast digs his claws into her shoulders and thrusts into her from behind, her tongue, lips and paws lap, stroke and service with fervor. Around her furred legs lay the shreds of bright red pajama pants - the ones you got Jules for her birthday.

"P-please," You hear Tony beg just a few feet away. He's crouched before another hulking male, focused entirely on the canine cock pointed directly at his open mouth. His nose seems flatter, more black and leathery, and the chest hair underneath his torn t-shirt has spread considerably, turning fluffy and white. The beast above him nods, and Tony jumps to take as much of the massive cock into his mouth as possible. Though he can't wrap his lips around the creature's swollen knot, he seems in utter heaven, moaning with every bob of his slowly growing snout.

Something is stirring in you, seeing your friends so lost in pleasure. A few feet away from Jules' stretching paws, her expensive smartphone lays forgotten in the dirt, only a few feet away from an unused can of bear mace. You want to call out to them. Words feel garbled in your mouth, but something in you fights to the surface, a weak, formless cry. "Guh, gu...ys I-"

Tony's snout, dribbling with fresh wolf cum, presses against your face. Instinct pushes you together, and you swallow as much potent spunk as you can as you wrap your arms around his thick, hairy neck. Your nose slowly stretches, your teeth grow angular and sharp, until your kiss devolves into frantic laps and nips. Tony's grinds his swelling cock against your shirt, his scent shifting from that of a forgettable human to an enticing, virile stud. He pushes you back into the dirt, nipping at your neck as you whine, when all of a sudden he's pulled off.

"Not breed yet. New wolves must be bred." The beast, your beast, the one who claimed you, holds Tony by the scruff of his neck. Tony fights for a moment, but submits, whining and curling his tail. Letting Tony fall to the ground, the newly formed creature instead plods back to his former girlfriend. She stands on all fours, hindquarters pressed against those of the monster that had mounted her. The two other males near Jules begin to sniff and prod their noses at Tony, who looks on at Jules for a dazed moment before lifting his wagging tail.

"One of us, now." The beast strokes your emerging snout, the patch of fur that covers your muzzle slowly spreading down your neck and over your cheeks. You remain on your back, loyal and obedient. A quick swipe of his paw removes your ill-fitting pajama pants, revealing a budding tail, your stiff and needy cock, and in between, the source of a strange new sensation.

Pushing his snout gently under your balls, the beast gives your sensitive, growing vulva a few deep sniffs. A hungry growl rises from him as he drags his tongue along your sensitive new sex, forcing a delighted whimper from your throat. "New wolf. Be bred now."

Your tail swishes happily in the dirt, your pussy growing swollen and wet as his hot breath caresses the fur spreading over your balls. As he climbs over you, saliva dripping on your furry stomach, you take a deep breath and let his musk fill your head once more. His chest tickles your unsheathed erection, and as you feel his twitching canine cock press against your vulva, a feral snarl rumbles in your throat. You stumble with your words, the wolf-scent in your brain muddling even your incensed emotions. When you speak, your deep, growling voice comes as a slight shock. "Grr, g-give...breed..."

With a guttural snarl, the lupine's weight is on you. His teeth sink into your neck as he thrusts his wolf cock into you, the sheer size and girth stretching you to the point where you can barely react, barely think. He thrusts his hips, fast and powerful, each push fitting a little more of his girth into your growing, drooling wolf pussy. Your cock bounces between the two of you, dribbling pre into your stained, ripping t-shirt. Soon, the creature is rutting you hard into the dirt, burying his entire length save for his massive knot deep inside.

The pack now surrounds you, howling in approval. Even the two neophytes, knots buried snug under their tails, give their own dazed howls in celebration. As for the wolf atop you - your mate, you realize with glee - you feel his quickening breaths against your saliva-coated neck. Releasing his jaws from you, he touches his nose to yours, holding you close.

"Give pups now. Many, m-many pups..."

He thrusts, stiff and desperate, his knot only barely fitting before making a short retreat. Again. Again. You beg him with your whines, your eyes, your lolled out and drooling tongue. All you'll ever need is right before you, on top of you, inside you. He'll make your belly swell, keep you fat, happy, and fucked for the rest of your days. As he pulls back to try and thrust again, you dig your claws into him, snarling and spitting as you cry, "Give pups! Give pups, now! NOW!"

Your command quickly turns to a subdued whimper as he finally forces his knot in, bottoming out in your lupine pussy before spurting hot ropes of virile wolf cum into your womb. He groans hard, his voice joining the surrounding chorus of howls as his hot spunk floods you, soaking your furry thighs and rapidly thumping tail. Your voice is too weak to join in, though you feel an urge in your soul to whine along, feeling so full, so happy, so used. You teeter on the edge of your own climax, brought so close by his massive knot stretching you, filling you in a way you never could have been before. Your mate seems to regain some awareness, and his maw curls into a smile as he reaches a muscular paw down to your erection, gripping it tight and stroking your shaft, your weakened voice stirring to life all on its own as he rubs his massive thumb once, twice, and again-

Your howl rises above all the others as your climax overtakes you, spurting your seed into his massive paw and all over your slick bellyfur. The pack, united, crane their necks and joins your call. Your mate reaches down to you, giving you a wet lick across your muzzle as the rest of your orgasm dribbles down his fingers. Meeting his tongue with yours, you delight in the taste of his tongue, his teeth, his delicious dominance.

A smell meets your nose as you and your mate share a slobbering kiss. A smell neither quite male nor female, yet as strong and enticing as both. As it hits your mate's nose, he growls with hunger again, pushing his wet, fuzzy hips against you as if to say he wants, he needs more. A thrill shoots through your furred, muscular body as you recognize that delicious musk as your own.

Your cock, now halfway hidden in its' sheath, grows a little stiff once more. As your pack descends on you with exploring paws and snouts, you grin at your mate - the night is young, after all, and you can't wait to meet the rest of your new pack.