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Brian had heard from his father many, many years ago that a true man doesn’t run from a problem; that he should face them head on, his head held high. This was something that Brian took to heart, for the most part and he tried to live up to this ideal, but… he ran away. He let his animals out of their pins to let them fend for themselves because he didn’t have the heart to kill all of them, and he left his homestead behind and ran away. Granted, if his father knew just what he was running away from, his father might have had a bit more leeway to his cause. It’s not every day that one day you find out that not only are werewolves real, but one of them rapes you and then several months later comes back to you showing that said rape had borne fruit and it was pregnant with your child. And so he was in his car, most of what he could load into it and all the money he had in his wallet and he was off, leaving his home, the place he built with his own two hands and going somewhere where that she-wolf wasn’t.

So, he left it all behind, drove as far as his truck could take him, that was two months ago and he was now in a new town, working a new job and trying to forget what happened, though something like that didn’t leave you. Every night, he’d wake up in a cold sweat, nightmares of her face in his mind, the way she looked at him, the lust, the hunger. Part of him hated that he somewhat liked it when she rode him, when she took from him what she wanted. The pure dominance of something like her was so… apparent. Still, he tried to put that aside, and move on, and so far, he was doing that, and he’d managed to do that for a year. For a year, he kept a low profile, did his job and paid for his rent.

For a year, he managed to avoid the thoughts about the creature, but paranoia is a funny thing. His mind began to imagine every shadow as that damn beast. He would be walking home from his job at night and see a thing at the corner of his eyes turn and see nothing. His mind was starting to play with him. Every night, this would happen. He’d hear something, see something or just feel the hair on the back of his neck stand on end. But Brian tried to ignore these feelings. It was just him being paranoid and that he wasn’t going to be attacked at any moment by the thing he explicitly ran away from. Returning to his house, he hung his coat up and went to his kitchen. He started working on dinner for that night. He was gonna make veggie stew. A few more hours passed and Brian was sitting on his couch, watching TV, trying to relax, when he heard something outside his window. Paranoia taking hold. He grabbed his shotgun, the same one he fought the creature with last time, and walked. outside, he looked around, trying to see if something was around, cocking the pump and chambering a fresh shell. The darkness of the night, somewhat washed by the light of the streetlights, didn’t show anything that would be considered lupine or wolflike in the slightest. Taking a deep breath, he was about to turn in when he was grabbed by the neck; it seemed he was indeed not alone.

Being thrown into his house he tried to grab his shotgun but it was knocked out of his hand and his assailant had pinned him to the ground, and he saw her, the visage of the thing that had haunted his dreams and had been the cause of his paranoia. The werewolf from before, he knew it was her cause no other thing would spend this much time trying to track him down,

“MATE RUN,” the werewolf growled into his ears. He felt a chill run down his spine. “MAKE SURE MATE RUN NO MORE.” The beast said as he was knocked out cold, the inky darkness that surrounded him was something new, he was wondering if he was dead, he didn’t feel dead but he wouldn’t know what death felt like, when he awoke, he awoke with a deep gasp, looking around he saw he was… somewhere, where that somewhere was, he had no fucking idea. The place was dark, aside from a fire that was lit, he stood up, his head hurting from whatever knocked him out (no doubt the werewolf who had attacked him,) and as he made his way towards the fire, he could smell cooking meat. On a spit was a deer carcass. Before he could inspect it further, he was tackled at first. He was about to fight back, but he saw what tackled him. Werewolves most definitely, but smaller than the one that attacked him. They were pups. They licked his face and snuggled up to him, and the question then flashed into mind. Were they his pups? Were these the ones that were the result of his… rape? He then saw her again walking into the room. The pups walked up to their mother, and he knew they were indeed his. The giant she-wolf then began to feed her pups, tearing off bits of flesh from the deer, and they happily ate from it.

“MATE LOOK, AND SEE OUR PUPS.” The werewolf growled at him as he observed the pups play and eat. A tinge of belonging flashed, but he quickly pushed that down. These pups? They were innocent of their mother’s sins, and he wouldn’t hold them being born against them, he would hold her accountable, as the pups played and ate, he tried to think of what to do, he had to get out of here if he could.

He waited for a bit until the pups and their mother were all asleep and he got up, he was in a cave out in the woods based on what he saw, and he had no clue where in the forest he was, or if he was even in the same area where his apartment was, and worst of all it was a moonless night, he was stuck till morning and by then he would not be able to escape.

“DID MATE TRY RUN?” He heard her voice say, behind him he turned around and was grabbed by her and hoisted over her shoulder, she took him deeper into the cave away from the pups, on a bed of furs and straw, where she got them, he didn’t know and she pushed him down again much like before, “MATE MINE!” She growled into his ears again like before, and much like before a mix of dread and lust came into his mind, he could feel his cock getting hard in his pants.

“W-wait!” Brian yelled, but before he could protest anymore, the giant she-wolf shoved her tongue into his mouth and past his throat, her long canine tongue slithered down and around his insides and an involuntary moan erupted from him, she seemed to still have that effect on him, and he hated it. She continued to hold him down, ripping off his shirt off of him and as she pulled her tongue out of his mouth, she gave him a look of pure lust and desire, sending shudders down his body.

“MATE GIVE MORE PUPS!” she growled at him as she kissed him again. As she ripped his pants, she grabbed his cock, stroking it and making sure it was nice and hard for what she wanted. She wanted pups, and she was going to take them from him, whether he wanted to or not. Removing her mouth from his, she mounted him much like before. The tip of his cock was just mere inches from impaling her, and then with a quick movement of her hips, the massive wolf was penetrated, she let out a guttural howl of pleasure as she felt herself being connected to him, and he moaned alongside her. Up and down, she bounced atop him, their hips connecting in thick wet smacks, all the while she pinned him against the makeshift bed and howled and growled in pleasure and Brian just tried his best to enjoy the ordeal, to let some form of pleasure overtake him, it wasn’t too hard at least, the sensation of being ridden like the wolf were a jockey and he was a horse at the Kentucky Derby was not a hard one, the pleasure came naturally and easily.

“F-fuck!” he moaned out as he did his best to try to speed the process up, gripping the beast by her massive hips, hips that were as wide as one would expect, they were wide, inviting and made him forget what was happening to him for a moment.

“YES, MATE BECOME MINE!” the werewolf growled as she began to ride him faster and faster. The smack, smack, smack of flesh against flesh became louder and louder. He wondered if the pups could hear her and him doing this. Soon her movements wilder and wilder. She was close to her edge, and he could tell her riding became harsher and harsher as a result. And then with a deep, long howl she came hard. Brian felt her walls clamp down on his cock like a vice grip, and this was enough to bring him over the edge as well. Gritting his teeth, Brian felt himself cum. His seed flooded into the giant she-wolf and filled her womb. Thick ropes of virulent spunk began to flow out of her as she lifted herself and she smiled down upon him, and she spoke those words like she did before, “MATE MINE.” She growled, a mix of sheer love, dominance and lust in her voice as she did, and he knew that he was indeed hers, even if he ran, she would find him, even if he tried to hide, she would find him. He was her mate.