Loving Like A Wolfwere
Gosh! I wrote this quite a while ago. Cleaned it up a little and here it is. I'm actually curious if anyone likes it because it's a little bit... odd. In fact, you probably shouldn't read it.
Nooo, what are you doing...!? Don't scroll down! *whine*
I never imagined taking a vacation like this, especially one that wouldn't end.
Still a little young, a bit impulsive, I'd gone out camping far, well, too far out into the wilderness. I had thought it'd be exciting, and definitely fun to go run off into the woods somewhere and hide out for a week, enjoying myself, braving the world.
It was nice getting out in the fresh air. I was a guy, not really very tall or very muscled, but lean and just felt I was overall a little soft but nice. Cute, you might call it. But I needed to be away from people to really be who I wanted to be, not always reminded that someone else was better or bigger than I was.
So I came out here, set up my little tent, and lazed around the mountains, looking up at the clouds, walking around and exploring, picking out and setting down all the different rocks I could find on a stump in my campsite. It was a thrill, and freeing to my soul to melt away into the wild. This place was for now mine, and I was in a way part of it. It felt good.
The third day, though, I was walking along this path that led around one of the nearby mountains, with a cliff to the side that went down over the trees, when I felt really odd. It was like I was being watched. There wasn't anything there, no people were around for miles, no animal I could find. I even backtracked a ways, made sure nothing was around up in the trees, and then headed for a clear part of the path. The feeling passed after a bit, and I forgot about it.
Later that day I returned to my campsite, took a late afternoon nap, and went to eat dinner. Only some of it was missing. The corn, all the frozen corn I'd packed carefully underneath the meat was gone. I couldn't imagine why, nothing else was touched, and I was baffled as to how this could be, figuring in the end I'd just been mistaken somehow and my mind had slipped somewhere before. A little discomfort at the thought, but it gave way once I finished cooking dinner, and then after a few hours I slept, having gotten up very early to see the morning sunrise.
That morning I woke up, soaked, groaning, sitting up and squishing in my soggy sleeping bag, sighing mightily as I thought about how it must have rained. It smelled pretty strong, too, like I'd sweated the night uncomfortably in the bag, and I reeked of it. The scent never bothered me too much before, but this was so strong I couldn't believe it. And then I stepped out of the tent... onto dry earth.
Shocked, I stopped, unbelieving, blinking at the totally dry ground around me, dripping wet puddles on the dirt. I gulped, wondering how I got so soaked, becoming increasingly embarrassed and panicky at having gotten myself so impossibly wet. But how? I didn't drink too much the night before...
I returned to the tent, leaned down over the sleeping bag, nervously, and took a strong sniff. It really was like old urine, only it was really strong, and seemed kinda odd for mine. And then it hit me, I'd been pissed on and soaked by some animal during the night. But that's impossible, as I'd remembered the flap was totally closed when I walked out...
Miserable, scared, I sat down naked on a log next to the embers of last night's cook fire and shivered, trying to remember where the closest stream was. "About a mile away...", I mused. Sighing, I brought out the wet bag and draped it over a low-hanging branch to dry, grabbed a towel and made my way in wet shoes to the stream, slowly and methodically cleaning myself. Later, I made the long trip back, still a little scared and shaken, trying not to believe the impossible thoughts, and made a large lunch, sighing again at the missing corn and shivering all over again.
That afternoon I resolved to try and enjoy myself to forget the night, and forced myself to enjoy a long hike through a long, winding trail, brazenly hiking until I reached the end again. Once or twice I felt a little twinge of fear, but I was too focused to stop and kept going, growling at myself for such thoughts.
I returned, exhausted, a little happier at my little display, and ate a long, good meal of some well-cooked steak. A little later I grabbed my somewhat smelly sleeping bag down and crawled into it, still determined to enjoy myself despite everything and try to convince myself I had simply peed on myself. Oh, and I weighed down the flap on the tent with a big metal pan.
That morning I awoke, dreaming some erotic dream about some vague friend or another I had trouble making out, but we were seriously enjoying licking each other. I was humping the sleeping bag, still thinking of my dream, rubbing my face against the wet fabric, caught up in it, and then I stopped. I was soaked again, pushing my erection into some obviously big, intelligent animal's piss.
I froze, then cried out, sobbing for a while out of fear and frustration, muttering, "Why me?" and other things. A little while later, empty, numb, I pulled myself out, knocked over the pan and dragged my sleeping bag out to dry, sitting down once again, wet and miserable, to drip all over the log.
My mind was unfocused and I had been staring down at the ground for a while, when I looked up, hearing a rustle, and saw something coming out of the bushes. It was a wolf, well, sorta like one, anyway, and it scared me stiff. It's nose was up in the air, sniffing, and it walked awkwardly on its four legs, which seemed too long and just plain odd, but it was a little smaller than I was.
I didn't know what to make of it, frozen, backing up a bit with a "Uhhhhh" noise droning from my lips as it came towards me, still sniffing, tail wagging, and looked at me with the strangest, sort of intelligent eyes and face. It was a wolf, yet sort of different, sort of like a little person was trapped in there too. And that's when it growled, bounded forward the last few steps, and it's tongue hit my crotch.
I groaned despite myself, backing up on the log, as the insistent thing licked and rubbed between my legs, pinning me. Then I fell back with a thud onto the soft earth, yelling out, but it crawled over me, licking my naked stomach, its fur making me squirm and start laughing as I kicked, pinned under it's strong limbs and heavy weight. It kept licking and licking, lapping away at my skin as I giggled uncontrollably, finding it hard to breathe, until it stopped at a sudden sound nearby, looking up and making little murring and whining noises.
I looked up, too, and then wished I didn't, as I saw a huge, standing wolf, easily twice as tall as I was, grey, with shaggy fur and half-human features. My throat caught, my body wouldn't react, and it moved. A huge wolven head bent down towards me, eyeing me, and I scooted back a little, but it only followed. Then, it's muzzle opened, revealing huge fangs and breathing warm, gravel-scented breath to me, and a tongue slid up my neck to wipe over my face and forehead, and it murrred. I let out a little high-pitched noise, terrified, thinking of what was above me, then felt a tongue again at my crotch and nearly jumped up, yelling out sharply, "AH!", hitting my nose on the big chin.
Huge, furred hands then slid their way underneath me as the tongue kept licking at me constantly, making me moan despite my fear, then stopped as I was lifted up into the air by the huge beast. It held me against its chest, and I got a mouthful of fur, and then, simply carried me off.
I'm not sure where we went, or quite for how long, as I was scared and had only a view of its thickly furred chest. I was stiff as a board, rigid as I lay in the paws, as we obviously walked quickly for a fair distance. And then I was set down next to a rock wall, probably a mountainside, and it sat down next to me. The littler one was standing now next to me as well, but I hardly noticed.
And the big wolf creature just seemed to smile. It actually smiled at me, and placed a paw on my chest, making a little howling grunt noise, then sat back, letting its paw glide down my legs. It seemed to caress me roughly a few times, making a little growling rumbling noise, and then the littler wolf came over and laid down next to me, looking at me, rolled over when I looked back at it, made a few funny chirping noises, and looked at me from upside down.
I was still feeling scared and odd at that point, but the sight of this little half-human wolf upside down and staring at me, grinning, made me chuckle. At that the big wolf made a high growling noise and I received another tongue-bath of my face, then it stood up and looked around. The little one came up to me closer, then flopped down at my side and lay against me, looking up at me, making little deep rumbling sounds.
I moved my hand down from my side around the little wolf-creature tentatively, and it made a little louder sound, then I started scratching at it, smiling. I really loved animals, actually, and I was happy at how this one was acting, so I relaxed to its soft murring sound slowly and felt a little safer, perhaps a little too much, as I was asleep before I realized it, the tension and the long walk here tiring in some unusual way.
When I awoke later on, the little wolf-creature was no longer at my side, but I saw the big one kneeling next to me. I was shocked and a little faint when I looked a little lower and saw the little wolf between the big one's legs, hearing wet sloshing and slurping sounds coming from him, as well as the same murring sound I heard earlier.
I didn't know quite how to feel about this, it was terribly strange to me, so I stayed still and quiet, watching the pair, feeling very odd inside. The big one was crouched down, kneeling partway, its paw over the little one's back, it's head drooping and eyes closed, with what seemed to be a smile on its face, as its tail waved slowly behind it. The little one was sitting as well, paws seemed to be against the big one's legs, and it was mostly still, its throat moving a bit in time to the little wet slurping sounds and its tail wagging quickly behind it.
It's embarrassing, but I did feel a little aroused by this. After a moment, the big wolf raised its head up more, then let out a little huff of air, and the little wolf stopped moving as much and seemed to make little gurgles as its throat moved quickly. A good while seemed to pass with the little one swallowing, its stomach filling up a little visibly, even from my position. The big wolf pulled away quickly, then, making a short gruff sound, as the little wolf gulped a little more for air and licked at its muzzle, whining softly and leaning back.
They stayed for a moment like that, until the big wolf leaned down more and cleaned the little one's muzzle for a while, then chest, making loud murring sounds as the little wolf pushed up, obviously enjoying the cleaning. And then the big one looked up again, opening its eyes, and saw me, obviously awake, as the little wolf lay down, clutching its tummy and curling up around itself.
It smiled in my direction and I gulped, embarrassed and flushed at having watched the two obviously enjoying themselves, and it moved towards me then. A paw went down over the back of my head and the muzzle descended, giving me another long lick at which I shivered and said, "Ahhhh" to, not really used to being licked full on by a huge wolf tongue.
It seemed to pause then and pulled back, looking back at the little wolf, then at me, and proceeded to scoot forward, lift its leg over me, and kneel over my chest. And I had a full view then on its massive sheath, easily bigger than my hand, and a sac that looked like a pendulum swinging between its legs. It smelled strong and nutty, and a lot like the scent that was on my body by now, only a little stronger still.
My throat gulped, and I watched it edge closer, and then pause a few inches from my face. The big wolf made a few whines and chirrs and little sounds like that, watching me, but I was too nervous to even think at that point, what with the smells and the thing sitting in front of me.
The wolf seemed to get tired of waiting, and a massive paw came down and pulled down on the sheath with an obviously dextrous movement, revealing a huge, thick, red cock, which it then aimed at my mouth, pressing it to my lips. It was still wet from before, leaking something strong and very much like the scent of the surrounding fur. I let out a strangled gurgle and it seemed to sigh and pushed its hips forward. I had little choice but to let it in, as a few inches of this massive red, pointed cock slipped into my mouth and brushed the back of my throat.
I sucked a little, involuntarily, trying to breathe around the fur collecting against my nose, and stiffened against the ground, my eyes watering from the scent filling my passages. At that, something squirted against the back of my throat and rolled down before I could taste it, which made me swallow again harder, my hands clutching at the huge furred legs straddling me.
I heard a loud rumble right after that from the hips in front of me, a deep murring, and then my throat was filled with hot liquid which poured down with tremendous spraying force. The cock throbbed and swelled in my mouth, expanding in my tight lips, and I snorted a little through my nose, which burned a moment, and quickly tried to swallow to take it down, scared of burning my nose with the very hot liquid flowing straight down my throat.
My hands clutched harder at the legs in front of me, and I was forced to drink, more and more, swallowing harder and harder to try and keep up with the increasing flow. My body sweated a little from the heat building in my stomach, as it swelled and filled up, my hands more and more urgent as it seemed like it would never end. I felt the little wolf sit down all of a sudden on my hips, and I whined muffledly into the fur and cock above and in me, sputtering again, then swallowing harder than ever as it wouldn't stop flowing.
And then it stopped, squirted a few more times, and rested in my throat, my mind and body swimming, almost not noticing the cock slipping from my lips to rest on my neck, and the large furry body turning around over me. A tail hit my dazed head and rubbed against my nose, as I gasped and moaned, clutching at my hot stomach. I smelled something strange and strong again, and heard what I could only guess was the little one sucking again on the big cock as he swayed, sitting on me and pawing at me, making my stomach a little more unsettled. Though, I was a little surprised and very embarrassed as I breathed in the scent of the big wolf's rear end at how stiff my erection was. The little wolf kept brushing my crotch with its fur as it must have been drinking more from the big one or something on the other side.
I flushed as I saw the crinkled, huge pink hole wink in front of me, the massive rear end wavering in front of me, waves of wolfish musk hitting my nose from some scent glands somewhere. I whined and shuddered as it pressed down, my nose running up under the tail, squirming slowly but thoroughly pinned by the two bodies above me, gulping for air as I breathed the musky odor.
My lips brushed the hole in front of me, and I tried to cringe, but there was nowhere to go. In a moment I couldn't breathe well and had to open my mouth around its musky rear opening to suck in air from around it, my lungs full of the scent of wolf. In the meantime, the little wolf shifted and accidentally pressed a paw down between my legs! I cried out and ground my body up against the big wolf's rear, my arms coming up to grab at him, but there was nothing I could do. As I yelled, my tongue ground against the musky opening, and I groaned at the taste, whining, my balls aching from being stepped on. The big one obviously enjoyed this sensation from my lick and wriggled down against me, murrring louder.
It was hard to breathe now, fur and tail draped over me, and I gasped as I rubbed my nose around trying to pull in air from around me. The sounds of sucking seemed to stop, and I felt the rear contract against my face, then vibrate a little, the feel of its strong piss rushing through its body tingling my skin as I heard slurps and swallowing sounds from the other side.
A moment went by, as I grew more familiar with the feel and scent of musk, and started not to notice it as much, when the swallowing slowed and stopped, the flow from the big wolf ending. There was a little murring and whining sound, and I felt the little one back away somewhat, and then, strangely, I could feel sniffing at my crotch, warm air brushing over it, and quickly, something warm and wet engulfed my cock! I gasped and moaned, arching into the big wolf's rear, my hands squeezing at its thick fur.
As I was being sucked on, I didn't feel so bad about my position, and was being turned on wildly. So much that I started licking at the hole above me, whining, groaning as I felt my cock throb in the hot, wet mouth and the vibration of a loud, contented murrrr against my face. I licked harder and harder, enjoying myself now, lost in the passion as I was forced to submit to being sucked on by what must have been the little wolf. It brought me close, myself groaning as I thrust my tongue into the wolf's rear, stimulated by passion, and I tensed, cumming in thick spurts into the sucking throat, which was quickly licked and sucked from my cock.
But it kept sucking on me after it had drained my balls, wanting more, and I howled into the wolf's rear, licking at it nervously, twitching, my body spasming as I climaxed again into the insistent mouth. I finally managed, with an effort, to squeeze my legs shut and pull my cock from the sucking wolf, trying to hide it, who still licked quickly at my crotch, trying to get at me, apparently liking the taste of my cum.
It was all I could do to lay there, panting, and breathing heavily. The little one whined as it tried to get at my cock with its paws, but it gave up after a bit and slipped off of me. The big wolf raised off of me in a little bit, too, and chased after the other wolf in a game, but not before giving me a funny, half-cocked look and smiling at me.
I decided just to sit up and rest, trying to get my crotch to stop throbbing by not thinking about it (which only made it worse, really). Eventually I got up and looked around the area, the others having moved off but making playful yelps and barks and shouts, so I knew they were still around. It was a simple, mountainous area, and there was a river not too far away which I walked to and cleaned myself off. Still, I didn't recognize anything around me, and I started to grow nervous. Without clothes, it would be terrible to try and get back to my camp or home. I figured I should try to make some, and so spent the rest of the day trying to cut grass and tie it together into some kind of skirt.
The little one, meanwhile, had returned and immediately licked at my crotch, though when I backed away it simply curled up tiredly next to me and went to sleep. Eventually the big one came back, looked in on us a few times, but let us stay together, though it seemed curious what I was making as it sniffed a time or two at the skirt.
By nightfall, I had this curious wrap of grass around me, which was very uncomfortable, but it wasn't bad. The night was cold, though, and I hesitated a moment, but pressed up against the little wolf. I woke up a little later to feel a big furry thing resting against my back, and then realized it was the little one, with the big wolf curled around it. I must have rolled over in my sleep, and the little wolf's cock was hard against my backside, up under my skirt, but they both were laying a little on me, so I just sighed inwardly and went back to sleep, too tired to protest.
It was morning when I woke up again, and felt a stabbing pain down below! I cried out and grabbed at my back, thinking something big bit me in the haze of sleep, but was hunched and pressed into the ground as my ass shot sparks of pain through my body again. I woke up quickly, now, looking over, realizing the little one was fucking me, shoving its dry cock in my hole, moaning down into the ground as I balled my paws to the pain. It squirted in me, and slowly everything became wetter or something and it moved easier and easier in me, as the little one growled and bit at me, finding me awake, as it thrust in my body again and again. Teeth nipped my ear, my neck, as furry haunches rubbed my back and I found myself growing stiff again.
I groaned downward, feeling ashamed that I was starting to enjoy being mated by this young wolf, as I pressed my rear back up and shut my eyes to the pain, which was turning to pleasure slowly. My own cock throbbed as I dribbled pre on the ground in front of me, moaning in little gasps with each thrust into my spasming hole. All too soon it was over and a jet of hot warmth flooded my insides, as I felt something big squeezing and filling me, hard and thick in my rear. It was all I could do to stay there, as I moved my hand to my own cock, rubbing myself, as it kept squirting inside me for an eternity, its thick, hard ball within me filling my rear. Quickly, I hunched back up which drove it into me harder, and came all over the ground below me, seeing stars as they shot across my vision, my body trembling with my orgasm. My legs failed me, then, and I collapsed into my own cum and the dirt and lay gasping, filled.
Eventually, the little wolf seemed to shrink down and pulled off of me, licking at me and making loud little murring noises, as well as other sounds I couldn't make out. I groaned to the licks, as I enjoyed the nice rubbing of his tongue against my sensitive body, and turned over, laying and panting with him licking me, as I closed my eyes and sighed happily. My cum-stained front was bathed thoroughly.
It got up and barked at me, hopping around on all fours, teasing with nips as it jumped in and out at me. I looked up and grinned back at the little thing, which was really cute, I thought, and I couldn't help but forget about being angry at him, so I got up and we played. Oh, we played! And then I lay back, panting again, getting licked about the face by the little wolf-kid.
But he ran off as the big wolf came back, carrying some kind of freshly killed, bloody thing which he laid down and they both ate. I felt sick and held my stomach, but remembered they were out in the wild, of course, but all the same I went off and found myself some berries, and, unexpectedly, an actual apple tree to eat from.
It wasn't too hard to find my way back to the side of the mountain again, and sure enough, the little one came running up to me when it heard me coming. Though this time I laughed and squirmed as a cold nose went up my backside and licked around, trying to push it away from me.
It growled, though, and I stopped still, gulping as it kept licking and started pawing at me. I realized what it wanted, and I couldn't help but grow stiff as it rubbed its tongue against my rear. I pulled forward, but it nipped at me, and I stopped again, though now it started placing its paws on my back and stood up against my back. I felt wolf fangs bite at my arm and I shivered, remembering how sharp they looked despite the wolf being shorter than I was.
Nervously, I gave in and looked down, already stiff anyway, and got down on all fours, figuring that would be best. It took no time in helping to push me down, and mounted me, apparently enjoying mating with me enough to want to do it again. The wolf was having trouble pushing into me, and was scaring me with its whining and bites at my neck. I whimpered, despite myself, and reached back, pointing it at my hole, then it hunched forward quickly, and I was painfully and thoroughly impaled on its wolf cock!
It fucked me quickly, again, its hips pounding my rear, and it became pleasurable much more quickly this time, as my cock throbbed to the sliding length in my rear and the little squirts it would make time and again. I moaned, loudly, spreading my legs more and pushing back, liking being fucked more this time and let it have its way as it bit and clamped down on my neck. I came before it did this time, and my ass clenched at the stabbing length, at which it released my neck and howled into the air as it sprayed wolf seed into my rear, filling me again and swelling inside my hole.
Staying still this time, I waited for it to shrink down eventually, and the wolf slid back out of me, making loud murring sounds as it licked and cleaned out my leaking hole. Then it pulled away and licked at my face and I laughed, trying to push away, and scrambled to my feet, running off, at which it yelped and gave chase.
He fucked me again several times that day, very insistently, and my ass was very sore by the time we stopped playing together. I think I was starting to get used to it, though, and I could tell more easily now by looking between its legs when the little wolf was aroused. When it was aroused, well, it had learned that it was supposed to fuck me, and it definitely did without holding back.
Towards the evening the big wolf came back again, and the little one went up to it immediately and drank its fill. Afterward, the big wolf came over to me and pointed its cock at me, still wet from the wolf's sucking, and pushed me down until I had to sit, offering me the same.
Looking up at the big fangs and how it growled at me when I hesitated too long, I shuddered and wrapped my mouth around the thick length, trying to make it happy by sucking hard on its length. It filled my stomach with urine again, and I struggled to please him by drinking it all, even though the taste still made me shudder and gag, but the constant reminder of the huge creature in front of me made it easier to give up and drink.
We laid down afterward, to get some sleep, I giving up on the grass skirt after a bit to throw it away. Though at that the big wolf leaned over, sniffed at me, then shoved its nose into my rear, apparently very interested at some scent in there. I realized it must have been the little wolf's seed it was interested in sniffing out, and I tensed, wondering what it would think. Fortunately, after a moment more of sniffing, it let out a loud murrr and started licking my hole, and I was able to relax. It kept this up a little more, and then seemed to push the little one a little more against me, then curled up around our legs, still making that rumbling sound.
Morning came, and the sound of birds chatting, and wind rustling, and movement next to me as I looked over sleepily, watching the little wolf get a morning drink, it seemed. The act I'd started to get used to seeing, though I still felt funny and was pretty anxious about having a wolfcock shoved down my throat along with several gallons of urine. So I laid there, still, and tried to look asleep.
A few moments later, laying and listening to sucking and gulping I felt a familiar little cold nose probing at my rear again. I couldn't help but shout out a little at the cold being pressed into my rear and, encouraged, it was replaced by a licking tongue. Looking back, now, I saw the familiar red of the little wolf's member hanging down from him, and I knew what was next, though the big one was now watching us interestedly and I gulped, embarrassed and nervous.
It didn't take long to feel the little one move up and straddle me, and I knew there was no point in fighting, so I trembled as I guided his warm tip to my rear. Gasped as he plunged into me with abandon, groaning with the pain of his entry. The big wolf moved in front of me, sitting, watching the little one enjoy himself, his own member showing stiffly. And then he turned around and lifted his tail, backing his rear up to me, while I released a string of 'Uhs and Ohs' from the thrusting in behind.
The familiar, deep musk filled my nose again, the big one apparently realizing how good it felt for me to lick there, wanting it again. He growled briefly, as usual, when I didn't do anything and had ducked my head. So, I shuddered and stuck my nose into its ass and began licking, which prompted a loud murring like before.
Not long after, I felt the little one swell in my hole as its knot expanded in me, and he howled as I was flooded with hot wolfcum. I licked harder at the big wolf's rear, thrusting my tongue in response to the pain of the swollen knot banging against my ring to muffle my cries, the taste of the musky hole taking my mind off of it.
The big wolf pulled away after I stopped licking and just laid there, panting. I was held down as the little one murrred and gripped me with those pricking thick paws, laying on my back. When I looked up again, it had turned around and faced me, its huge cock pointing over my nose, bobbing, dripping something wet and slimy on my forehead. I felt the pressure on my neck ease up and saw the red, twitching length grabbed up by a furry chin as the little wolf started sucking on it immediately. Dank-scented, furred, musky balls rested on my nose, while I was still being sprayed into in little spurts from behind. The knot caused little stabs of pain in my rear each time he pranced and tugged, and I squeezed it back in involuntarily. Unfortunately, I was stiff down below and had no release, so I groaned, closing my eyes, and tried to endure it as the big wolf was sucked on.
Soon, the murring from the big sac against me changed, and I heard a long, loud howl. The little one wetly gulped over me. I received a big splatter on my head which ran down my face. He seemed unable to swallow all of it, as the little one was flooded with cum and dribbled it on me. It tasted salty, a little bitter, but very male, and then I blushed as I realized I'd tasted it.
Spent, the big wolf pulled back and sat down in front of us, with a lopsided grin on its face, panting visibly, and I could start to feel the cock in my rear shrink. Then the little one pulled back, and I flopped over on my side, groaning. I felt, and then saw, the big wolf move up behind me, though I was too worn out for the moment to care, and then a big tongue started lapping at the liquid that was running out my hole.
I moaned and squirmed a little, and grasped my own cock in my paw, pumping it, lifting my leg so he could get at me better. My cum sprayed several feet from me, and some sense of humor and irony in me made me aim down a little and hit the little wolf with one of the first spray from my orgasm. He didn't seem to mind one bit and just licked that clean from his fur after he slurped his own crotch, and I lay there, catching my breath, not caring to stop the big tongue which was cleaning out my hole.
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