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An ear-shattering howl pierced the chilly night air, growing closer behind Ewan as he ran through the underbrush, thorny bushes catching his clothes. Tossing his rifle to the side and throwing his pack off, he threw himself into a nearby tree, sandwiching his thin body between the split halves of the trunk and trying desperately to quiet his panicked breathing. There was no way he could outrun his pursuer, so maybe if he just managed to hide, it would find new prey.

Knees shaking, Ewan watched with bated breath as his pursuer caught up to his trail, his blood running cold as he realized that rather than sound or the sight of him fleeing, the massive furry monster was tracking him through SCENT. Steam billowing from its nostrils, the creature lifted a wolfish snout, turning its head this way and that, searching for Ewan's scent. A shift of the wind seemed to save the human's ass, and the creature lowered itself to all fours, padding past his hiding spot without a glance in his direction.

Waiting for eternity in silence, Ewan calmed his breathing, eventually deciding to risk leaving the cramped depths of the tree's safety. If he could only reach his truck, he could leave this godforsaken place and never look back. This hellish trip would be the first and last time he would ever set foot in a forest.

"Playing hard to get, are we?" A dripping masculine voice growled above the terrified human's head while claws snatched his arms, cutting off any chance at escape. Digging dagger-like points into Ewan's flesh, the creature turned him to face rows of exposed teeth, dripping drool, and musculature that most men could only dream of possessing. "How annoying."

"Y-Y-You can t-t-talk?!" Unable to keep the shake from his voice and the stutter from his words, Ewan struggled in vain against the vice-like grip, gritting his teeth as sharp points drew blood. Dragged from his feet and dangling in the air, he tried to look away from flashing teeth and dripping drool. At the very least, he wouldn't give the beast the satisfaction of seeing his fear.

"You need not concern yourself with what I can and cannot do." The wolf-creature tilted its head, its nose wiggling as it approached Ewan's body. "Rather, you should be glad that you have stumbled upon me in my time of need. It is not often that I let my prey live, particularly after they attempt to bring me harm." Breathing deeply and pressing its nose into Ewan's groin, the monster growled.

"Yes, you will do nicely. Congratulations, meat. You have just graduated from food to toy." Tossing Ewan over its shoulder without a care, the monster kept a firm hold of one of his legs, breaking into a supernaturally fast run and crashing through the brush. It seemed to have a destination in mind, but Ewan could barely see his environment, his head spinning with the bounce of his head against muscles and fur. Pain bloomed after a particularly violent hit, and the world went dark.

Peculiar sensations brought Ewan back to the waking world. Rhythmic warmth pulsed across his manhood, and for a moment, he forgot his situation, spreading his legs wider as steaming heat caressed his balls, his cock sticking straight up. A familiar growl shot his eyes wide open, and he recoiled from the sniffing creature, trying his best to close his legs despite ropes binding him in place and a lack of clothing to protect his naked skin.

"Good morning, meat. I was growing worried that you would never awaken." Following Ewan's attempts to escape, the wolf-creature lolled its tongue out, smearing trails of drool over the human's groin and cradling his cock in sinfully soft warmth. Savoring Ewan's manhood, its appendage strong enough to lift his balls and slime the sensitive skin below, the wolf shuddered as though tasting a delicacy. "Ah, the flavor of a ripe male. Is there anything more delicious?"

"If you're going to fucking eat me, do it. I would rather die than give you the satisfaction of rattling me." Attempting to put on a brave face, Ewan ignored the needy pulse of his cock and the pleasure brought by the wolf monster's tongue. Still, he couldn't stop his body's shaking at the remembrance of sharp teeth and brutal claws, his stinging arms a reminder of their sharpness.

"In due time, toy. If you continue your insolence, I may take you up on that offer. However, at the moment, I have no intention of making you my meal. Rather, I wish to use you in an altogether different, mutually beneficial way." Lapping at exposed flesh without any sign of disgust for Ewan's scent, the werewolf traced Ewan's nipples, sliming his stomach, chest, then armpits, hungrily tasting his sweat. The drip of moisture on stone grew more pronounced as the creature lapped, smearing its nose through his armpit hair.

"You see, you have wandered into my territory during the height of my cycle. Though I am infertile, like others of my unique circumstance, my body still craves the touch of a more traditionally male lycan. The primal need of a werewolf bitch, but none of the relief of pregnancy." Raising his head and moving to straddle Ewan, bringing into view a swollen, visibly steaming, and dripping feminine sex, the werewolf brought his hips down, enveloping Ewan's cock in searing hot lips.

Suspicious but lulled by the slow grind of wet pussy on his cock, Ewan swallowed hard, aware that the werewolf could break him in half and toss him aside if he wanted. "So if I fuck you, you'll let me go?" Considering the difference in their size, Ewan wasn't sure if he could even begin to please the werewolf, but he'd try his best with his survival on the line.

Taking Ewan's face in one hand and pressing claws into his cheeks, the werewolf tilted his head up, forcing him to look into bright yellow eyes. "Allow me to be clear. You will not be leaving. You will please me, or I will toss you aside like a broken toy. Perhaps if you behave, I might allow you some paltry freedoms, but I will not risk you bringing back hunters. You are mine and will remain mine until you outlive your usefulness."

Claws dangerously close to his throat, Ewan wriggled his hips until his cock found the werewolf's hole. "Y-Yes, sir. I'll try my best to please you." He gritted his teeth, slowly thrusting into loose, sopping wet walls he would never have a chance of stretching. Thankfully, werewolf-pussy seemed close enough to what he was used to, but he knew that his shaft wouldn't be enough, squishing his groin against the werewolf's puffy lips in a desperate bid to find his clit. A strange desire to please rose in the back of his mind, independent of his survival instinct, but he ignored it, writing it off as a side effect of his cock thrusting away.

"You may address me as either Alpha or Cole. I will give you a chance to prove that you are not stupid. Waste it at your own risk." Flicking a razor-sharp claw over the ropes binding Ewan's wrists, then his ankles, the wolf leaned back, bouncing on Ewan's cock with a wet, slurping rhythm. Flashes of glistening pink rolled along the human's cock, smothering it in sweet, musky fluids and scalding hot innards while dark grey lips puffed by Cole's heat kissed against Ewan's balls, twitching with every clench of his sex. It was a strange pussy compared to what Ewan had seen before. Triangular and prominent with a shape meant to cradle a cock far more massive and canine than his own, it nevertheless welcomed his cock, hungrily clenching as if demanding its creamy due.

Drawing on his experience with women, Ewan reached out, slipping his thumb past the werewolf's puffy lips and seeking out the swollen nub of his clit. Thrusting in time with each circular motion, he tried to ignore the masculine body panting above him, closing his eyes and imagining a woman riding his dick. Deep groans shattered his delusion, but strangely, his dick didn't seem to mind, growing steel hard as his daydream morphed into the slavering werewolf. Was he a closeted monster fucker? He couldn't deny how good Cole felt, despite his looseness, and Ewan's balls were already drawing up, ready to release his approval.

"Good boy. Nearly there. Just a little further." Slamming his cunt against Ewan's pelvis at a breakneck speed that threatened to break bones, the werewolf tightened, his inner walls milking the human's shaft. "Gods, yes. There it is." Voice taking on an almost affectionate tone, he went still, shivering as a flood of juices coated Ewan's groin, leaving a puddle below him.

Unable to resist any longer, Ewan joined the werewolf's finish, emptying his balls into clutching depths. Strange tingling spread through his body with each pulse of his orgasm, as though something more surfaced, and he could feel Cole's pussy growing tighter by the second. The sensation tore a groan from his lips, his voice deepening to something closer to Cole's. He knew he should be alarmed by the feeling of changes beginning, but all he could focus on was how RIGHT Cole's pussy felt. Like his cock was molded specifically to please his new alpha.

"Oh, my. It seems I have stumbled upon a rarity. Perhaps you will be more entertaining than I thought." Withdrawing from his pussy's grasping hold on Ewan's swelling member, Cole cradled his cock in one paw, his grip adjusting with each added inch. "You are lucky, human. The ability to start, let alone survive, turning into one of my kind is a one-in-a-million chance, and since you are not currently screaming in pain, it looks like you will make it through without difficulty."

Overwhelmed by intense sensitivity that Ewan could barely understand, he thrust against silken paw pads, watching in wonder as his cock swelled to massive proportions, then morphed, its pulsing head thinning to a pointed canine tip. As a dark red color spread from his apex, coloring the now fully canine cock, his balls swelled, spreading his legs as their size grew to rival cantaloupes. Fur spread across the orbs next, teasing his thighs with silky softness.

"Good little human. Such an impressive cock you have grown." Smearing his cum-glazed, dripping sex against the underside of Ewan's newly formed bitch breaker, he stared hungrily down at the spreading changes rapidly converting Ewan's body into something more canine and feral.

Digging growing claws into the stone below him, Ewan kicked his morphing legs, his legs bending into digitigrade forms, topped with massive paws. Thin, weak muscles bulged, growing until they would put a bodybuilder to shame, then bursting with black fur. Soon, he surpassed even Cole's size, his face lengthening into a panting muzzle and ears bursting forth from the top of his head while a fluffy tail burst from his back, wagging at the intense pleasure coursing through his veins.

Scenting the air, Ewan took in an addictive sweetness that pulsed through his dick and screamed at him to breed its source. Extricating himself from Cole's body, he kneeled, his new muzzle investigating the other werewolf. Though Ewan dwarfed the other werewolf by at least a foot, the newly transformed werewolf didn't wish for a fight. Whether a byproduct of his transformation or a natural desire to submit, he needed to give himself to the other werewolf. To please him in any way that he could.

Deciding to take another approach to please the other werewolf without wounding Cole's pride, Ewan lowered himself onto his belly, his tail between his legs and his cock nearly dragging across the floor. His nose drawn into the source of the sweetness that overpowered his senses, he nuzzled the lips his human self seeded, his long canine tongue rolling out to taste the mingled drip of slickness.

"Instinct serves you well, pup." Lifting a leg to allow Ewan's snout to delve between his lips, Cole placed a paw on the back of his head, encouraging his slow lap. Petting him as a human would a beloved dog, his voice took on a doting tone. "Poor lost little wolf. Without a pack, you will starve by Winter. Luckily I am here to claim you."

Whimpering submissively, Ewan nuzzled against Cole's pleasure button, his tail wagging slightly at the dominant werewolf's praise. His tongue, flatter and wetter than his human one ever was, circled Cole's clit, growing bolder with every pleasing growl and gentle groan he wrung from its owner. Alpha's pleasure was his, and he couldn't bear to disappoint.

"You wish to belong to me, don't you pup? To please your alpha?" Breath quickened, Cole rode Ewan's muzzle, almost cramming the slurping werewolf's nose into his hole and mashing swollen lips against Ewan's face. Tongue lolling to the side and hips thrusting, he splashed the newly created werewolf's muzzle with his approval, his nectar dripping down Ewan's chin and filling his maw. "Have your reward, then. Do not waste a drop."

Gratefully slurping, Ewan drank everything Cole had to give, sweet musk searing into his brain. Licking dutifully, he worshipped dark lips, his nose twitching and his vision growing dim as he refused to abandon Cole's pleasure for something as mundane as breathing. It wasn't until he nearly passed out that he pulled back, sucking lungs full of the unfiltered werewolf scent clinging to light grey fur.

"Alpha. May I breed you?" Testing his newly changed vocal cords with halting words, Ewan lifted his head, his ears still lowered and his tail instinctively between his legs, his cock bobbing along with his heartbeat. Cole's scent drove him crazy, screaming at him to pin the other werewolf down and breed him full of pups, but he refused to listen to its siren song. It was his alpha's choice, not his own.

"In good time, pup. First, I have to mark you. You would not want to be mistaken for a rogue male." Lifting a leg and spreading his lower lips, the werewolf stood, putting his sex at nose height. A moment passed with only the drip of arousal on stone breaking their silence before a powerful stream dribbled from the small hole near the tip of his spade, blasting Ewan's fur with golden fluid.

Marking. Instinctively, Ewan knew the other werewolf marked him as his property, bathing him in the pungent aroma of a heat-stricken werewolf. In his old life, he would be disgusted, but now, he wished to bathe in it, turning his body to guide the stream along his soft fur, matting it with Cole's scent. Placing his needy cock below the stream, he willingly coated his manhood, his nose pressed just above the urine's source and huffing greedy breaths.

"Such an obedient pup. You will make a fine submissive mate." Smearing wet, drooling lips against Ewan's muzzle, Cole scratched between Ewan's ears like a master praising an obedient dog, cooing his approval. Lifting his tail, he braced himself against the wall, patting his gloriously rounded rump. "You may breed your alpha."

Springing to his feet and jabbing aimlessly at the other werewolf's offered lips, Ewan missed the mark repeatedly, his cock bucking off course. Finally, with a paw holding himself steady, he split Cole's lips, shuddering as he slipped into tight, stretching walls. He wasted no time, hunching his back and humping, his balls pounding against swollen lips and nearly slapping against Cole's stomach with the force of his rhythm.

"Gods. Good boy. Pound your alpha. Give me every drop." Bracing himself and pushing back against every thrust, Cole wagged his tail, his tone affectionate and his innards milking Ewan's drooling cock. Once he felt the rough grind of Ewan's knot, he stiffened, shoving backward with wilder desperation as if determined to pop it past his lips.

Embracing the dominant werewolf, Ewa whimpered like a lost puppy, his deep thrusts devolving into rough, quick jabs. A wet pop stilled his thrusts, engulfing his knot in silken tightness and cradling his cock in the space behind the entrance to Cole's womb. He felt himself explode, his newly grown manhood dumping what felt like gallons of canine cream into Cole's depths as the greedy clench of werewolf pussy sealed off his seed's escape, forcing him to swell Cole's flat stomach until it looked a few months pregnant.

"There, there, stud. I know. You are not anywhere near satisfied, are you?" Reaching up to caress Ewan's chin, Cole rolled his hips, testing their tie and letting out a pleased groan. "You will have plenty of opportunities to mate with me, I assure you."

Shaking with the intensity of an orgasm that felt like it would never end, Ewan nuzzled into his perfect, soft, welcoming alpha. Why had he ever resisted in the first place? This place was where he belonged, mating with his alpha, listening to his honeyed words, worshipping his perfect body, and tending to his every need.