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I'm lost. Should've expected it, really; I forgot to pack my satellite phone and all my extra supplies of food and water. Of course, I'd get lost when I couldn't afford it. As if mocking me, my map shows wildly wrong directions; it claims this area is flat, and it sure as shit isn't. Or maybe I'm even more lost than I thought I was. Maybe both.

I scowl and shove it back into my backpack, because it will not help me now. I don't think I'll be able to find the trail again before sundown, either. It's getting cold now. Soon it'll be pitch black. Best thing I can do now is find a good campsite and hunker down, hoping someone will find smoke from my fire before it's too late and I'm kibble for the crows. A cold tremor goes up my spine at that thought. It's entirely possible I'm completely fucked already.

Not long after I start walking again, I find the perfect place; a big clearing with dry timber rich for the picking and bushes of berries I know I can eat. In the middle is a pond. I won't try drinking from it, but something about it is nice. It's very clear and shiny in the dimming light. If I had a camera, I would take a photo.

Setting up camp is a pleasant distraction for me. It makes me feel like I'm a kid again with my Da, putting up a tent in our back garden so we can watch the stars. Speaking of the stars, they're beautiful tonight, and I spend a few minutes lying on the dewy grass tracing the constellations. Pegasus, Andromeda, Pisces... Somehow being able to see them makes me feel like everything will turn out okay in the end. That's when the howling starts.

There isn't supposed to be anything capable of making those noises around these parts- just how lost am I? I listen to them while I secure my food (with my luck today, a bear might as well wreck my shit too), and it makes the tingles building on the back of my neck worse. I'm far from an expert, but I don't think those are coyotes, which are supposed to yip and have high pitched little voices. No, this howl is long, drawn out, the low wail of it interspersed with a rough bark. That's what a wolf is supposed to sound like.

I could be wrong, though. All the same, I reach for my knife and don't look at the stars again. God, at times like this, I wish I had a gun. The boughs of the surrounding trees look more welcoming by the minute.

But for the moment, I focus on other things, namely creating a nice fire, and then, food. I'm shaking from hunger and the can of baked beans is like the kiss of life. Shitty tomato sauce has never tasted sweeter. I have two more cans, a decent bag of trail mix, and some nuts. Then some cheese, chocolate, and two bags of dried pasta meals. I take some of the trail mix because I've walked miles and need the sustenance and leave the rest. I need to save my energy so I won't tear into all my supplies in a day.

After eating and having a good drink, I can think better. Wolves are shy, so wasting energy to sleep in the trees would be all risk and no reward. I'll probably be fine as long as a rescue team finds me, and I have a trail of smoke for them to see from the sky. They'll be looking for me too, because I told my parents and roommates where I was going and when I'd be back. They'll be worried sick already; people could be searching as I sit around and wait.

I calm down enough with that thought to set up a good fire and pull out a worn old paperback to read: Into the Wild might seem like a morbid choice in my current situation, but hey, it's a reminder things could be worse!

As if hearing my thoughts, another chorus of howls rings over the trees. They're close. I hope they go away soon. I'm shaking again, this time not from hunger.

The wolves howl again, and it's very close; in the same clearing close. My ears ring with the longing wails of the pack, the book in my hands shuddering too hard to read. My hands tighten around it until my knuckles look ready to burst out from my skin. Please don't come in, please...

They're not howling anymore. I can still hear them coming, their feet crunching on fallen leaves and other detritus. How many are there? Too many, I'm sure. It's a good thing my axe is here. I doubt my knife would stand a chance if there's a dozen hungry wolves attempting to break into my tent. I grab it, book clattering to the floor.

Something sniffs right outside my tent. I can see a dark shape silhouetted against the thin walls, a doglike creature large enough to reach my waist at the very least. It turns its head and grinds its face against the tent, the fabric shifting and groaning against its weight as it takes in my scent.

Suddenly, there is more sniffing and more noses pushing up against my tent. I can feel it groan under the pressure; it's being pushed at from all sides. My grip on the axe tightens. If they don't leave, I'll have to use it.

And they don't; I'm wondering if I should rip down my tent door and run at them. But the night is still young and the beast leaning on the zipper is massive, so I stay put. I'm going to be here for a long while. Maybe forever. A wolf yips and I see its position shift, paws scraping against the fragile walls of my shelter.

It tears. The cold slaps my face and my heart, a little black claw widening the gap, revealing an enormous, pale paw. The wolves elsewhere yip and growl and let off my tent. They gather around their ringleader, the one whose second paw is reaching into the gap.

I'm running at it before I can think. There's no more time for that, no more time to hope the wolves will go away and leave me alone. Life or death. Them or me. My axe tears through my wall, tearing down the barrier to reveal an amber eyed grey and black wolf. And behind it I see the dozen strong wolf pack and smell their mingled scent of blood and must. I don't get another chance to swing my axe before a wolf knocks me over.

This one is black and brown, ticked with hints of shining grey-white. Its greenish eyes stare into my own, mouth open in panting mirth. And it's massive, too. I could be going insane from fear, but I swear it would reach up to my chest if I could stand up. The weight of it crushes me into the mud, my chest closing as it just stares and seems to laugh its wordless wolf laugh while the pack watches with the odd growl and grumble.

And then it yips and I'm on the move again, the wolf that plucked me out and a few others grabbing me by each limb and dragging me. It doesn't hurt as much as it should; thank goodness I wore lots of layers. Though as I wriggle and thrash and scream, it doesn't seem worth it. It feels like it'll only prolong my suffering.

The wolves stop pulling me, my hair freezing cold in the water of the nearby pond. The giant wolf approaches again and they back away, letting me loose- it must be their alpha wolf (but aren't alpha wolves supposed to be a pair? Perhaps it has a mate somewhere. Wolves aren't something I know much about.), and it sniffs me before giving me a sloppy lick on the face. The slime of it clings to my skin and makes the night air even colder against it, and it smells sour and bloody. I try not to think about where the bloody smell may have came from.

I try to fight once again, but my carriers are back and pulling me further, even though there's no more land to go on. My head dips into the water, eyes bulging at the wolves below me, bubbles gushing from my mouth as my precious air leaves me. Every inch of my body shudders as if it's being pulled apart, my shoulders, my head, my chest all dipping in-

And they let me go. I plunge through the pond with tears in my eyes and the knowledge that if I scream, I die. It isn't easy not to do that when my heads sinking into utter pitch blackness and above me is a pack of hungry wolves gawking at me, though, and bubbles are pouring from my mouth gain, water rushing into my mouth. The bites and cold and fear paralyse my limbs and it's too thin to swim anyhow. This is it for me. They'll probably never find my body-

I'm floating upwards. My body twists around in the narrow chamber and somehow rights itself, my head breaking through the surface so I can breathe and scream and wretch.

The wolves are upon me again, dragging me upwards from the top of my coat, tossing me onto the side of the pond. Breathing is too difficult for me to try anything; I can only choke up water as the alpha wolf gets closer and sniffs me in the face.

Everything is tingling like pins and needles, especially where my clothes are clinging to my body. I grasp at my coat and tear it off. Paradoxical undressing, I think. Doesn't really matter anymore. I'm going to die soon, no matter what. The pins and needles are still painful when I'm down to my last layer (not to mention the agony that are my legs), but it's better with at least some of my arms exposed, letting me roll them around. The alpha wolf headbutts me, and I gasp.

Against its dark fur the rippling red of its cock is clear as daylight even in the night, a massive sword of flesh with a massive bulge at its base. It's alien, but I can't mistake why it's out, and why the wolf is now sniffing at my crotch. It wants me, and it's in a way that I never would have expected.

I'm trying to push it away when more wolves charge and me and rip at my clothes. I tumble yelling at them, thrashing at them, teeth clamping into the side of my cheek. Grass assaults my tastebuds as they rip off the last of my clothes, leaving me naked and vulnerable.

Goosebumps join the pins and needles, which have intensified again, my baked beans threatening to come up again; acid is already burning the back of my throat. The alpha wolf licks its lips and watches. Why isn't it on me yet? I get the strangest feeling that it's waiting for something to happen first.

My hair falls out. Grabbing with my hands doesn't save it, clumps of brown hair end up flying, blown away in a soft wind over the pack. I can feel the fragility of the thin skin of my scalp. Without my hair, it's freezing.

The rest of my body heats up in response, the warmth spreading from my gut into my limbs and fingers, until even my bald head feels toasty. The heart gathers, especially at my crotch. I gasp in shame, pulling my hands over my traitorous dick. God, it's so hard already. I feel like I'm going to cum already.

My anxiety makes me pant as the black wolf gets closer. It shoved its snout through my hands and the tip of its steaming tongue reached the tip of my cock. Stars shimmer in the corners of my eyes, my breath a shuddering mess, heart setting a beating dance against my ribs. My hands struggle to stay around my cock; the wolf's snout is strong as the rest of it.

An itch flares up at the top of my head. I reach up to touch my bald head, and there is hair, soft and long.

The black wolf takes his chance; he grasps my cock with his warm, wide maw and suckles it at a furious rate. I feel it spurt, but even the orgasm feels far away as I check my head and the contours of it. The hair is on my neck, trailing down to my back. I can see more of my nose than before, as if it's stretching out, tufts of grey fur in tufts everywhere. My tongue dangles out of my tongue. My breath is hot and doggish.

This can't be happening. I ignore the way my nose is darkening and getting soft and try once again to pull the alpha off of my cock. He does so- and I see a further transformation, impossible to deny. My cock has shrunk and my balls are gone.

Panicked panting and sobs are all I'm capable of, the pack surrounding me and preventing me from running. I think I'm too frightened, anyway. And their scents are in my nose, everywhere, oppressive. It's a musky, horny, wild smell. The fear in me pales in comparison and is only a little trickle in the air.

Drool beads and drips from the alpha wolf's mouth, his powerful lust setting his sure steps trembling. Hot slobber falls from my own lips as they stretch, a full muzzle twisting my face; I glance into the water and my expression is like the expressions of the surrounding wolves, none of my thoughts clear in my feral looking wolf's eyes. My screams come out wrong; my throat is working, my snout won't.

The alpha wolf whines and licks me on the muzzle in a gesture my pointing ears seem to understand. He's trying to reassure me, but he's getting inpatient too. What remains of my cock is rigid, though it's so small now I could hardly call it erect, and I can feel it getting smaller even though I don't want to look. Wolves sniff my ass as I crawl away from the alpha, soft fur decorating my thighs.

It's all pointless anyway because the alpha showers licks around my neck and muzzle. I lick back, slobbering all over his cheek and chin; I feel so helpless, like I can't stop myself. Trying to slow feels like I have a hand guiding me to keep on licking that pinches down when it senses my hesitation. Is this it? Will my mind be locked up forever in my changed body as I watch? I'd rather the wolves had eaten me. Fuzzily I realise I am no longer being licked, though I'm still moist all over my growing mane and cheek tufts, even on my chest.

Pure agony tears through my shoulder, the force of the tearing slamming me onto my stomach and winds me, guts crushing into the earth. The alpha bares his bloodied teeth and backs up. Scratches tear open my back from his paws that scrape against my skin like granite. What's left of my cock flares with longing and sends a spasm through me, bucking my hips. The alpha descends.

His massive cock goes into me. I take a moment to realise he isn't in my ass; he's in somewhere lower, somewhere tight and unfamiliar, utterly full with his massive cock. With my humanity, my masculinity is gone too.

What can I do now? Before me, my hands stretch out desperately, shrinking into stubby little paws clutching the ground with little black claws. My shoulders twist and my forearms pull up in a way which forces the alpha to back up before he crushes my changing forelegs. Wolf legs stretch out in front of my; they claw the earth as I'm subjugated to yet another violent round of fucking.

Horny, so much horny. My new equipment is warm and puffing up, spots of tingling warmth flaring from my belly (nipples?). My feet are alien things, stretched and warped. Soon they'll be wolf legs. Soon I'll be a wolf entirely. The scents of the horny pack around me and the noises of them humping and fucking all over the place makes it hard to think. I think my mind is leaving me.

The alpha slows with his cock still in me, stretching me further out. His knot will fill me to the limits. I'm against the ground and my dark lips pull up. It's so good to be stretched out by a dominant wolf. Maybe this isn't such a bad thing? I can't remember what I was so worried about.

He settles and licks me; I shiver. Wait. He's the one who's done this to me. He's the one who made me a creature, a beast, to fulfil all his twisted desires. Yet I'm too weak from his fucking to bare my teeth, even if the instincts in my mind know what will happen. Every day for the rest of my life I'll have to submit to him and be filled with cum, growing fat with his pups and his seed, litter after litter.

I pant with excitement. My new life is lying before me...

Fear shoots through me, and I whimper for a few seconds before I remember why. The time before this forest is vague, but I know I got lost here and I didn't want this. My mind is fading.

His gentle licks are so pleasant, fuzzing up my mind so nicely. I'm dying. I'm being filled with life, belly bloating with his cum.

He's licking me into submission, which is fine, I guess. My memories are falling away and I'm too weak to fight him. Compared to the pleasure I'm feeling and his kind caresses, I can't bring myself to be sad. Sometimes things have to end.

Now his knot is shrinking and leaving my cunt empty; he pulls out with a fountain of cum staining my hindquarters. I present myself to him- will he not fuck me more? I want another breeding. The bloating in my belly which drags against the ground feels inadequate as I imagine myself barely able to move, pups rippling inside of me and my teats spraying milk.

The others are running though, so I follow. There're strange creatures running around the clearing and poking at scraps of fabric and crying over the blood. Unease fills me until my mate pushes me onwards, cock already out of his sheath. We run together to find a better place to breed and create more pups for the pack. Memories of the strange creatures fade from my mind as I follow him, looking up at the bright and beautiful stars.