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The Swamp of Horny Beasts

This is Isabelle research journal number 7. I have been here in the swamp for about three weeks now. To recap, I noticed some strange mutations among the wildlife here and received funding to investigate. I set up my RV on a solid outcropping. Last week, the road I took in flooded. Luckily have I plenty of supplies. I could easily last for another month before I need to head out. The water never reached where I am stationed, which is a good thing, as I seem to have lost my keys. They are around here somewhere, but I couldn't find them when I went to make sure the RV was in good condition.

As for my study, I have found multiple samples from several wild animals. My primary sources have been carcasses. The dead animals show signs of mutation, from extra limbs, to gigantism. I have also taken pictures of numerous other animals. The mutations seem to be very different for carnivores. Herbivores exhibit almost entirely negative mutations, where as carnivores are almost always positive or neutral. Included with this entry are some of those pictures. The local wolf populace are the most varied of these groups. I even saw one with a horn, similar to the mythical unicorn.

My cameras have also picked up more examples. The video recordings are also very troubling. The wolves particularly have shown very high intelligence. The way they move and hunt is incredibly odd. Another oddity they have exhibited is the tendency to avoid my cameras if I leave them in the same location for too long, almost as if they are hiding from them. Hiding them delays this, but it has happened every time. I have started to move my cameras every morning and by nightfall, the amount of pictures and recordings fall to nigh zero.

As for a cause, examination of the carcasses has shown no cause, i.e. no radiation poisoning, no chemicals in the system, nothing. The same can be said for soil, water and plant analysis. Everything in the environment is perfectly normal, except for the strange mutations of wildlife.

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Isabelle pushed her chair away from her desk. Her entire RV was set up for her needs. Her bed was just behind the driver's seat, next to that was a tiny kitchen, only with a sink and a microwave. She had a portable electric stove in the passenger's seat if she needed it. The cabinets above and below the kitchen were packed with food, mostly nonperishable. To the back of the cabin were two desks built into the walls. One had her laptop on it, where she sat in her chair, wrapped in a fluffy blanket while only wearing her panties and a bra. On the screen was her journal, which would be used as notes to write her dissertation. That was why she was here after all. Behind her was her 'lab', though for how simple it was, calling it that felt kind of silly. She had a microscope, several Petri dishes with numerous samples, and jars with larger samples. Behind that was the bathroom.

Outside, she had the awning open, a lawn chair and a fire pit set up, though she only used it when she was sitting outside. She didn't keep the door locked, as there was no one else around this deep in the wilds of South Carolina.

She raised her head and looked out the window. The sun was low in the sky, painting the trees a brilliant orange. She reached up, stretching with a loud yawn. The blanket fell down, revealing her c cup breasts, held by a bra. Her hand unconsciously ran up her leg, stopping on top of her white panties. "No..." She said to herself. "I gotta get up at the crack of dawn, no time for that."

She hopped out of the chair and headed back into the bathroom, stripping along the way. She took her glasses off and placed them next to the sink. She left her underwear in the middle of the floor and climbed into the shower, turning it on to hot. Once the room started to steam up, she got in. The warm water was a welcome feeling. The days weren't too hot thankfully, though it was humid, but as night closed in, it got really cold. She squirted some body wash into her hands and began to wash the grime of the day off. She rubbed shampoo into her long auburn hair, making sure to get all the dirt out. She closed her bright blue eyes as she put on face wash. Her hands moved down, rubbing soap all over her body. She wasn't skinny but neither was she plump. She considered herself to be average, though she had often received compliments from others. Her hands reached down, cleaning between her legs, around her hairless crotch. She kept herself well groomed, even out here in the middle of nowhere.

She rinsed herself off, turned off the water, and reached out to grab a towel. Once she was dry, she got out of the shower and went over to the sink to finish up. Once she was all done, she exited the room, not even bothering to get dressed again, as she climbed into bed and wrapped her blankets around herself. Her eyes with wet from tiredness. She reached down and took a bottle of water and pill bottle off the floor. She uncapped the bottle and swallowed one of the sleeping pills. She laid her head back down, and the pills quickly took effect, driving her into a deep sleep.

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Normally, Isabelle would have slept through the night, until her alarm woke her in the morning. However, she woke up later that night. The room was pitch black, attesting to the lateness. She lashed out with her feet, kicking wildly at whatever was under her blanket. Something had just licked her, down there. It yelped as it was kicked squarely in the face. The impact knocked it out from under the covers and onto the floor. She scrambled over, grabbing her cell phone and turning it on for light. In the middle of the floor, just getting to its feet, was a wolf. She dove out of bed, aiming for the handgun between the seats. She got her grip on it, aimed at the wolf, who was now growling at her, flicked the safety off, and fired.

The crack of the pistol was deafening, echoing loudly through the cabin and into the night air outside. The bullet fired clear through the air and hit the beast in the forehead. It immediately toppled over, dead. She was breathing heavily, her ears ringing and head pounding. When she caught her breath, after seeing the creature lay still for a while, she scanned the room with her phone. The cabin door was wide open, held open by the wind outside.

She shakily got to her feet, keeping the gun trained on the wolf, and shut the door, making sure to lock it this time. Now with the outside shut out, she turned her full attention back to the beast lying on the floor. Closer now, she could see that it was not breathing. She slowly poked it with a foot, and when it did not react, she stepped over it and slumped into her chair, letting out a violent sigh. Her entire body began to ache, now that the adrenaline was fading from her system.

Her mind began to analyze the situation. A wolf, a feral beast, had somehow opened the door, or someone had let it in, and it had... She reached her hand down to her crotch, making sure there was no damage. She was fine, though her skin was coated in saliva. That thing had been at it for a while... She got back up and turned on the light. There was no way she could have gone back to sleep, so she might as well work.

She cleared off her lab desk and hefted the wolf up onto it. Its coat was pure white, an odd color for a wolf in South Carolina. On its head, were two sets of ears, one larger than average and the other smaller. In its mouth was a similar situation, having three sets of canine teeth running back into its maw. The front was the smallest, increasing in size going back. It did not seem to cause it problems however, as its entire muzzle and jaw was extended to make room, and its tongue was incredibly long, almost three times that of a normal canine. Continuing her examination down its body, she noted how soft its fur was. Once again, odd for a feral species. Between its legs, she found a plump sheath and matching set of balls. As professional as she normally was, she couldn't help but blush, thinking back to what it had been doing to her.

That in itself was strange. Most animals only had sex for procreation, driven by pheromones primarily. Then, most animal were afraid of humans, only attacking when they felt threatened. But this wolf, it had come in, and went right for her vagina. It honestly scared her a bit. She made sure the wolf was dead, placing a hand over its heart, which had stopped beating. She flipped out the lights again, making sure to keep her gun close, just in case. It took more time, but she eventually succumbed to exhaustion.

The rest of the night was uneventful, though Isabelle's dreams were plagued with fear, gigantic monster wolves stalked her, trying to devour her. It didn't help that she was naked. Normally she was comfortable being nude alone, but in her dreams she was out in the woods, butt naked and vulnerable.

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In the morning, she slept past her alarm, though she woke up only an hour late. She groggily got out of bed, blindly hobbling to the bathroom. Her eyes were blurry with sleep, preventing any visual recognition. She got in the shower, taking a quick rinse in the hot water to get her senses up and running. After she was done, she put on her glasses, though they were fogged up by the steam. She opened the door to the bathroom, and cleaned them off with a washcloth.

"Jesus!" She shouted. She had completely forgotten about the deceased wolf on her table. She recovered her breath quickly enough, though seeing it returned memories of last night. Shaking her head, she got dressed and gathered everything she would need for the day.

With a backpack in tow, she headed out into the swamps again. In her pack, she had a notebook, plenty of pencils, spare cameras and SD cards, a bottle of water and a snack, and for emergencies, her pistol. This time though, she kept it in the side pocket, instead of the main.

Her first task was to check the road. The water level had decreased, though the path was still wholly covered by it. Maybe in a day or two it would be clear. Next, she headed into the area surrounding her RV to check the cameras. At each one, she made sure it was still working and swapped out the SD cards. With that done, she headed back to the RV. Normally she would have looked for samples but she had the thing she had been looking for, a carnivore, to examine. She trudged through the ankle deep waters, carefully stepping to avoid anything hazardous. Thankfully she had a pair of waterproof boots. She also had on a pair of wetsuit pants in case the water got deeper.

Back at the RV, she hoisted the wolf off the table and placed it on the floor next to her. It was starting to stink a bit, so she hurried along to get her work done so she could dump it outside. The number one thing she needed to look at was its blood. She took a sample and examined it with the microscope.

"No way... This is insane." She muttered.

The blood was wrong. It was all so wrong. The way it was wrong, is that it was right. It was perfectly normal, average blood. There were no abnormalities whatsoever.

"How? With mutations like this, there can't be no change or evidence in the blood cells." She turned around and sat down, quickly opening her journal and writing down her findings on the laptop. Once done, she took a hair sample from the beast before carrying it outside. She debated with herself for a moment. She couldn't just leave it out here, but it was too heavy to carry out into the woods. That left the only option as burying it. She headed back inside, went through her camping supplies and found a shovel. With it, she dug a hole, deep enough to make sure nothing would come along and dig it up. It took a few hours, but she eventually finished, leaving a small mound of dirt to mark the spot. The ground had been too wet to bury it deep, so she put some extra dirt on top, trying to get the body as covered as possible. With that done, she wanted to take a shower to clean up, but she didn't have the water to spare for too many showers.

She sat back down and began the lengthy process of looking over all the camera data, copying it to her computer, and then cleaning off the SD cards for tomorrow. While watching the footage, she saw the usual oddities, namely greater intelligence than wolves should naturally have. She wished that she had a camera pointed at the RV so she could have seen what the wolf that broke in did. That gave her an idea.

She went back outside, with one of her two special cameras in hand. This one, though it had to be plugged in, had a live stream to her computer. Using the plugs on the outside of the RV and a roll of duct tape, she strapped it to the rear of the vehicle, facing towards the door. She tested it, shaking her hand in front of it, causing the red light to flash, indicating it took a picture. She went back inside, pulled up the program, and saw outside. She smiled at her success before getting back to work.

While speeding through the footage, she stopped when a wolf came right into view of a camera that had been pointing at a clearing. She was surprised, this was a break from their usual avoidance behavior. This creature had short spiky fur on its back, resembling a hedgehog. It was the usual color of fur, and the same length. It looked like a threatened cat almost. Its claws were incredibly long, leaving indents in the dirt as it slowly walked into frame. Its tail tip was also a spike, though much larger than any other. It certainly looked intimidating, and she was silently thankful that it wasn't the one who attacked her last night.

It walked, very deliberately, into the middle of the clearing and sat down. It looked right at her, or the camera, and raised its head higher, revealing its lighter colored underbelly. As she was taking in its form, trying to spot any other abnormalities, one of its forepaws went down, and began to rub at its sheath. His red rocket quickly came in to view, almost like he was trying to show it to the camera. Isabelle quickly closed the recording, a blush on her face.

"There is defiantly something wrong. Animals do not act like that. The hiding I can understand but this..."

She had a quandary now. This would be interesting for her study, though it was embarrassing. Talking about animals mating was scientific, but this, they were... what was their goal here? To show off? That's what it seemed like. Did they want to... with her?

"Oh my god..." She said quietly.

Her stomach growled loudly. It was late in the afternoon now, and she hadn't had a bite to eat. Shutting the laptop, she got up and headed over to the kitchen area, taking out a bowl of instant ramen and putting in the microwave. While it was cooking, she heard something. It was like a scratching against the side of the RV. The sound curved around the front and was approaching the door. Isabelle's eyes went wide as she realized the door was unlocked. She stepped back and took hold of the gun. She had taken it from her pack and put it in its usual place between the seats. She aimed at the door, finger on the safety.

The door jiggled, and began to open. It hung open, drifting to half open, as if whoever had opened it had let go. A canine head poked in and nudged the door further open. It hopped in, looking right at her as it stood in the middle of the floor. Her jaw dropped at the sight. The wolf had three heads! She clicked the safety off and fired at it. Her shock must have damaged her aim, because the shot hit just below its feet. The sound scared it though, and it leapt out the door.

She just sat there for a moment, hand clutching the seat behind her for balance. The microwave beeped, and she nearly jumped out of her skin. She almost shot it, before carefully setting the gun down with a shaking hand. She quickly got up and closed the door, locking it. She had an idea, and reached under the driver's seat, finding the keys.

She was getting the hell out of here. The road should be drained enough, if she took it slow. She inserted the key, and started the engine, leaving her lawn chair behind. She turned around, the island she was on being wide enough to do it comfortably. She drove back out into the woods, following the gravel path until she came to the flooded area. She stopped the vehicle, giving the water another look. She hadn't checked the whole flooded stretch, only one part of it. If she misjudged it, or the car slipped, she would be stuck. She started forward, going slowly, and using the road ahead as a marker. She didn't realize it, but she was holding her breath. Then, with a rush of relief, she made it through. But then, the RV stopped responding. The steering wheel became suddenly harder to turn, and the gas stopped doing anything. The sound of the engine died. She looked down to see the gas gauge was past empty.

"NO!" She screamed, smashing her hands against the wheel. She leaned her head back in defeat, eyes bordering on tears. She got to her feet and grabbed her phone, pulling open her contacts and going down to one marked Franky. It was her best friend, Franklin, though he preferred Franky. He was nice guy, a little nerdy, but that was fine with her. They had met during her second year of college, and had been good friends since. They weren't romantically involved, though most people assumed they were. Just before leaving the city, she had given him the GPS coordinates to her campsite, for emergencies. Just before she pressed call, she noticed something. No fucking bars!

She almost threw her phone across the room, but curved her toss and slammed it onto the bed instead. She hurried over to the laptop and flipped it open. "Email, email," She kept repeating to herself while she opened it. Once there, she started a new one, frantically typing. "Franky, RV died, stuck in the woods, come get me please!!!" She clicked the send button. And waited. And waited. Still waiting. She was tapping her fingers on the laptop. Then, the page changed, saying she had no internet connection. "What the fuck!" Then she heard it, claws on the roof, and a faint growling. Then she heard something louder. She pulled open the camera stream and saw something that made her heart sink even lower. The satellite dish that was once on the roof of the RV, was now lying in the road, the base torn apart.

She stood up and began to pace back and forth, muttering obscenities to herself. "First rule of survival is stay put. I'm here on an actual road, someone will find me eventually. But those damn wolves! How long can I survive before they break in and kill me? It's too late, but in the morning, I can pack up and head out. I should be able to make it to the main roads. Maybe my email reached Franky, and he'll come to find me. Ughhhh." She moaned, sitting on the bed.

There was a scratch outside the door. "Go away!" She yelled at it. The sound did not come again. She got back up and took her chair. She moved it and put it front of the door. The door opened outwards, but something was better than nothing. She went back to the computer, curious about something. She opened up the folder where the live camera stored pictures. The photo started with herself when she tested it. Going through, she saw the cerberus wolf come up to the RV and using two heads, both seemingly acting independently, working in unison to pull the door handle up to open it. They are way too smart.

Then she remembered, she was cooking food. She opened the microwave, to find a nasty, gooey mess of ramen in a bowl. She touched it, ice cold. She took it out, shoveled the ruined pasta out of the bowl, and started making a new one.

For a while, all was calm. Then, in the distance, she began to hear howls. They closed in over a period of time, until faint barks were audible too. Isabelle sat in the RV, huddled in a blanket on her bed, with the pistol in her hand. She had fired it twice, the magazine had seven rounds, and she had one spare. Twelve bullets, she could defend herself, she was sure of it. Soon, the sun had set and she was feeling tired. As worried as she was, her mind told her to sleep. If she did, she could get up early, and then she could go down the road. Tonight though, just in case something went wrong, she would not take her sleeping pills. She also took out a lantern from her box of camping supplies, lighting it with a match and setting it next to the bed. She got in, rolled over and forced herself to close her eyes and relax.

Her eyes opened wide and she shot up straight. Her body was covered in a cold sweat. The faint memories of her dream were already becoming misty. All she knew right now, was that she was aroused. She reached a hand under the covers, finding a wet spot in the sheets. The source was apparent, painfully so: herself. Her fingers ran up the folds of her labia, pausing to give her clit a rub. "No..." She told herself. She got up, intending to cool down with a shower. A sound to her left caught her attention. She turned her head, and made the mistake that sealed everything.

Outside, standing on the hood of the RV, was a wolf. It was facing away from her, but that was intended. It had its balls pressed up against the glass, rubbing them along it. Under the wolf's sack was a bright red canine penis. Pre was slowly running down the windshield underneath it. Isabelle found herself staring at the sight, unable to look away, need burning in her loins. The beast turned around and looked right at her. The look in its eyes said "Like what you see?"

Her mouth was suddenly dry. It was a bad idea, but to her horny mind, she wanted to go out there and fuck that wolf. She found herself getting out of bed and going to the barricaded door. "Am I really? This is stupid! They'll kill me!" She heard a bark behind her. Now the wolf on the hood had turned around, sitting and staring at her, cock throbbing between its legs. Besides the cock, the mannerism resembled a domesticated dog, it was friendly. She ground her teeth for a moment. Her arousal decided for her, overwhelming reason. She unblocked the door, unlocked it, and stepped out, leaving the gun behind. She rushed around the side of the RV and found the wolf standing in the middle of the road, looking at her. She saw its eyes run up and down her body, though she didn't really mind. "Come here, boy, come here." She urged, patting her hips.

Instead, it turned around and walked back into the woods. It moved slowly, looking back, as if wanting her to follow. "They're smart, not wild beasts. They don't seem to want to hurt me." She reassured herself. She followed it, going in the direction of the barks and howls, which were now much louder in the open air. She eventually stumbled into a clearing, where she was surrounded by wolves, all with different mutations. She could not make much out in the dark, though her eyes were adjusted enough to manage. Then, it showed up again: the cerberus wolf. It was covered in dull red and orange fur, resembling a fire print. She took a deep breath, the scent of male musk apparent even to her human nose. She closed her eyes for a moment, resigning herself to this course of action. The wolves wanted a fuck, and so did she. Maybe they would leave her alone after this.

She sat down and rolled onto her back, spreading her pussy for the beasts. She was looking up at the sky, seeing the starry sky, and the full moon. Maybe that was driving her crazy. Cerberus, instead of going for her wet pussy, went to her front end. All three heads came into her view and began to close in on her face. Her heart dropped, fear suddenly flooding her body, as the large canine dominated her view. Before she could even twitch, the middle head laid a long slobbery lick across her face. She assumed it was tasting her, but this thought was out when it locked lips with hers, trying to stick its tongue in her mouth. She returned the sloppy kiss, while the other two heads began licking her ears and neck, and nuzzling her hair.

As suddenly as it started, the messy dog kiss ended, leaving her head and neck drenched in wolf saliva. Cerberus walked over her, rubbing his fur along her body until his head was between her legs. She heard him loudly sniff, and then it began, his broad tongue lapping up the juices covering her lips. Her head leaned back as she moaned. She hadn't had sex for so long, and now, she was getting oral from a wolf. Her eyes then saw it. Hanging between his legs, was a gigantic scrotum, almost the size of her head. It looked way too big for a creature his size, to the point where she believed she was seeing things. She did not notice it, because of how gradual the change was, but her ability to see was becoming better. She reach out, her hand stopping short. Would it really be okay, what if it just wanted to dominate her?

She decided to go for it, the huge furry balls drawing all of her attention. She gently moved away, before getting on all fours and crawling under him. Her hand touched the target of her attention lightly, and the wolf returned to licking for a moment. But then, he penetrated her folds as a reward. As another reward, she saw a small bit of orange colored flesh emerge from his fur. Hidden in his fur was his sheath, nowhere near large enough to match the balls that fueled it. Then, another orange point appeared, then another. Isabelle was in awe as the trio of cocks began to emerge from the wolf's red belly. She unconsciously licked her lips at the sight. She never knew a canine's penis could be so sexy. Once all three were erect, she was even more enthralled. All three were about eight inches long, colored a bright, almost glowing orange. The swarm of veins crawling over it were a bright red, matching to the beasts fire motif. She could almost imagine that this is what the real Cerberus would look like, though probably larger.

She brought both hands up, and moved her head up, to the wolf's disapproval. He was quick to change that tune when both hands wrapped around an orange member, and the middle one rubbed against her face. She drew her head back to get one more look. A single strand of precum burst out of the middle tip and landed on her cheek. It was hot and thin, almost feeling like warm water, but sticky. She stretched out her tongue to get a bit in, and closed her eyes as she enjoyed the flavor. If masculinity had a taste, this was it. Now she wanted it from the tap, and moved forward, taking the fiery member into her mouth.

She was so engrossed with sucking on the wolfhood, that she did not notice several things happening. The first was that Cerberus stopped licking, and instead simply stood over her, enjoying her actions. The rest of the pack came closer, and she jumped when the ten or so wolves began to lick at her skin. The result of her startled movement launched her further into Cerberus' crotch, causing her to gag on the sheer volume of meat poking into her throat. She moved back, until a manageable amount of dick was in her mouth, and began to run it over with her tongue. It was odd. She had expected it to taste dirty, but instead she found herself greatly enjoying the experience. She had to hold back a laugh as the slippery tongues of a dozen wolves licked up and down her body. She was sure now, they were not tasting her, they were pleasuring her. One wolf even stuck his head under her hair, in between her body and Cerberus, and began to lick the back of her neck tenderly, almost affectionately. A couple at her rear took turns lapping at her pussy. She was a bit confused however, as none of them attempted to mount her. She realized that Cerberus, the one she was blowing, was the alpha, and thus had first claim on her. That realization of ownership, that she was soon to be his bitch, made her all the more wet.

Suddenly, an earsplitting howl broke through the panting wolves. Cerberus back away quickly, leaving her hanging. When she raised her head to see what was up, she was startled to see a new wolf. This one was equal to Cerberus in size, but had jet black sleek looking fur, that shined in the moonlight. It stood at the edge of the clearing, proceeding closer with obvious pride as the other wolves moved aside. As it neared, she saw that it was completely normal, aside from the size. She was torn. Should she document this, study him, or submit, here and now, and let them do whatever they wanted. While she was debating, the wolf came up and touched his cold nose to hers. He backed up a foot and looked at her. His big silver eyes locked onto hers and hers to his. Fenrir. That name floated up in her head. Her need had died down after that howl, and she now was mystified with the magnificent creature before her. He was about three or four feet tall, and at least six feet long, but it was hard to tell exactly in the moonlight. He was certainly taller than her as she was sitting down, by a head or so. And he was so... there was something about him, some hint of greater intelligence. While Cerberus had been brutish and hasty, Fenrir just stood there looking at her. If she didn't know any better, she'd think she was falling in love with the animal.

They stayed in place for about a minute. Neither did more than breath and share a look. She slowly raised a hand and touched the side of his face, rubbing his silky smooth fur. Why would a feral beast evolve such soft fur? She rubbed upwards, caressing one of his giant ears. They were nearly as big as her hand. Fenrir just stood there, allowing her to touch him. But then, he leaned forward, and sunk his fangs into her shoulder, just breaking the skin, before he let up. She gasped at the sharp pain, but didn't dare flinch. Instead of continuing to hurt her, he began to caringly run his tongue over her small wound, soothing it. She ran her hand down his neck, feeling the power packed muscles underneath. Were he a human, he would be crazy buff. Once the pain in her arm faded, her thoughts returned to their previous state. Maybe he wanted what the others did. And by the way they respected him, he was the real alpha. And if she gave him what he wanted, maybe she could tame him. Bring him home and have a big fluffy pet...

She smiled at the thought of having this big wolf around her home. But first. She carefully pushed his head away, trying to avoid upsetting him. He went along willingly, backing up and giving her space. He went back to looking at her, a new curiosity in his eyes. She took a deep breath. Lust wasn't controlling her anymore. She wanted this. She slowly got to her knees, and turned around, going onto her hands and knees.

"Alright, be gentle with me big guy. It's my first time, with a wolf at least." The wolf approached, climbing over her back. His weight settled onto her, but their bodies were too incompatible for him to properly mount her. He was resting on her back, with his paws touching the ground. He had to bend his legs to actually be on her. It still felt pretty comfortable, with the warm fluff atop her. Then she felt it. Something warm, warmer than his usual body, touched her butt. But it felt weird... Canines had pointed tips...

She looked down, between her breasts, and saw something between her legs. It was red, veiny, huge, and had a flat tip. She vaguely remembered something about horses, but that was the least of her concerns at the moment. He drew back, cock jerking up and slapping her stomach. He drew further back, and it was no longer under her. It had to be at least a foot long, if not more. The massive dick left her view, and then she felt it again, this time on her pussy. She didn't expect it, but even with such a tool, he was being gentle. His head was too big to squeeze into her, at least with the force he was using. He pushed harder, until the pressure was too great, and her too wet, and it slipped in. The colossal head stretched her walls wide, but he still did not thrust. He even stopped to allow her to adjust. His insertion was slow, almost agonizingly so. She wished he would just fuck her. The stretching feeling was uncomfortable, and only the pleasure he promised could relieve it. As he went deeper, she felt something else, like a second head, a ring of flesh, slipping into her. A little more went in, until the head pressed against her cervix, splashing a fountain of pre into her canal. She never expected it to be this messy, as male juices dripped from her.

Out of nowhere, Fenrir went berserk, his hips moving at a blinding pace to spear his thick cockflesh into her. Her mind shattered in pleasure. She couldn't do anything but smile and take it. She felt a rumble from the wolf above her, some sort of happy noise. He was just so big and fluffy and warm, that she just relaxed under him, melting into a sexual plaything for him. She was so relaxed, that she didn't feel the changes that were beginning to run through her. Her eyes were shut and she rested her head in her arms. The only thing she felt was a spike in both pleasure and need.

Her mind was filled with thoughts of the future. After this, he'd be a puppy for her, letting her take him home. Having a big protector like him at home would be nice, especially if he would do this again. Maybe he would even give her a few puppies to raise... What?! Where did that thought come from? No way was she ready for kids, even a wolves. But that wasn't even possible. She was a human, and he wasn't. This was only a quick fuck, as both of them needed it.

Suddenly, she was hit with a hard thrust. She was pushed forward, moving some dirt. His dick was almost three fourths in her. A knot had grown at the base, but it was too far away to do anything, instead throbbing and swelling in the air in an attempt to tie something. His tip was pressed against her cervix, flaring so large that it mimicked a knot, as cum burst into her womb, flooding it with his feral seed. She lost it, and her walls convulsed around him, urging him to release all that pent up life promising seed. There she went again. What was that?

"That was wonderful..." She muttered. "Now how about-" She stopped when he started moving again, all while his member was still flared and spurting. It didn't take long for him to begin rutting her again. And her need spiked along with it. She was absolute soaking in both her own juices and wolf seed. She opened her eyes as he hit against her still sensitive innards. Her eyes opened even wider when she saw her arms. They were covered in light brown fur. She brought up a trembling hand, occasionally being shook by a hard thrust, and ran it over the fur. It felt real... She pulled at it and felt pain. It all felt like a dream. She turned her hand over. She still had all her fingers and a thumb, but now there were paw pads coming out of the fur. She didn't need to touch it. She knew it was hers. That hand went up and touched her face. She felt a short snout tipped with a wet nose. Her hand went up, feeling that she still had hair, but a pair of ears were poking out of it. When her hand drifted away, it all felt natural. She looking down, and could barely make out her snout. It was like a normal part of her body. Her attention was brought back to Fenrir as he came again. Her head raised on its own and let out a long howl at the full moon.

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Isabelle brought up a hand and wiped off the cum dribbling down her chin. "Is that it?" She asked to the crowd. All around were sleeping wolves, most with still leaking members. After Fenrir had finished, she still wanted more, and had gotten it, from every dog there. But she still wanted more. Fenrir had been angry at her. She was the alpha's bitch after all, but once he fell asleep, she was free to take as many wolves as she had holes. Her new ears twitched as she heard something.

A car horn. Franky. Her tongue darted out and licked over her chops. He deserved a reward for coming all the way out here in the middle of the night. Maybe a new body would be a good start...