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Sophie's Tale

Sophie ran toward the woods as fast as her feet could carry her as they trampled grass beneath her furred soles. Yet another village had discovered this spited hybrid despite her best efforts to hide from them in abandoned houses and fields and the like, filching from nearby cottages as the opportunities arose. But now that the guards had alerted the town to her presence, they had all gathered their tools and gave chase, running her past hill and dell, repelling the creature from their farmland.

It happened like this every few months or so, almost with the changing seasons, and she had gotten a good summer's harvest out of these villagers before they discovered her. The young, slender doe-woman spared nary a backward glance, knowing only the commotion behind her, picking up a little more speed as she rushed down a grassy slope, the late afternoon sun, like the angry mob, at her back.

She soon spotted the tree line and gave a mad dash for the sanctuary of the woods, but the crowd rushing after her seemed more rabid than ever to catch her and do whatever they were going to do to her...and she didn't like the possibilities. Sophie might be imprisoned, stoned to death, drowned, hung, tortured, and any combination of those five and then some. Cries of "Kill the demon" and "Slay the beast" arose like a tide behind her, and they only grew louder. She could almost hear the barrage of footfalls as they closed on the lone deer-girl.

She soon spotted the tree line and gave a mad dash for the sanctuary of the woods, but the crowd rushing after her seemed more rabid than ever to catch her and do whatever they were going to do to her...and she didn't like the possibilities. Sophie might be imprisoned, stoned to death, drowned, hung, tortured, and any combination of those five and then some. Cries of "Kill the demon" and "Slay the beast" arose like a tide behind her, and they only grew louder. She could almost hear the barrage of footfalls as they closed on the lone deer-girl.

Sophie's feet pounded the earth as she raced for the woods, crashing through an initial wall of branches that tore shreds of cloth from a thin brown dress she had nicked from one of the townsfolk. She tumbled as she hit the ground in a spray of wood, dirt, and leaves, now thankfully hidden from the view of the furious villagers.

"Let her go," one of them said. "If she's a deer like Silas said, the wolves will be on her before she knows what hit her." The mob started to disperse, but Sophie's fears were no less assuaged. She had been forced to outrun wolves when she was a child, and she hated them. Their breath smelled like meat and blood, their fangs were sharp as knives, and their glares were fierce, cold, and hungry.

And it was far from comforting that Silas had alerted them to her identity. If this was the same man she thought it was, this was the man she had tempted with carnal pleasures her second night in this village to stop him from revealing her presence to anyone. He had been a strong guardsman, though young and somewhat new to the job. Her mind drifted back to that night...

The deer-girl had been foraging just outside of town for any supplies she could use for a bed, clothes consisting then of naught save for a piece of fabric tied about her breasts and a thong she had fashioned for herself. Having dove behind a bush, she heard a man call out, "Halt! Who goes there?" and promptly ran to the other side of the bush to see the intruder.

Upon seeing the scantily-dressed doe, he had turned to run, but she had gripped his ankle. "No, please! Don't tell anyone I'm here," she had begged, pulling him down. "In return, I'll give you this for the night." With that, she had pulled the cloth away from her breasts, eliciting a wide-eyed stare from the guard.

He gave a response almost instantly. "My cottage isn't far. Come." Sophie followed him down a hill to a small house with a sign reading "Silas Smithe." Entering, he swiftly lit a few candles as she disrobed, fully exposing a slender frame covered in grey and brown fur, with a hefty pair of breasts. As he followed suit, she had laid on the bed, legs spread. She recalled how impressed she was with the guard's size as he quickly mounted her, shoving himself into her.

Sophie had gasped once he had pushed past her outer folds and how much his shaft had pressed outward against her inner walls. He had rammed away at her, his cock assailing her pussy, then came deep inside of her as she threw her head back and followed suit. And he had such amazing stamina! They kept going at it half the night!

It stung, being betrayed like that. The guard was supposed to protect her, but he had helped the mob instead of a mate! Tears ran down her face, but she felt herself starting to dampen between her legs at the memory of that night in early June. Catching her breath, Sophie stood and bolted further into the undergrowth, hoping that she would find somewhere to hide before nightfall made it too difficult to see.

Her prayers were answered as she came across a clearing not half an hour before the skies became twilit. A few boulders lay about the floor of the open space, and on the other end lay a pond. She sighed and stripped out of her now-tattered dress and her underwear, sliding into the pond, washing her body of everything that town had meant.

Sophie climbed out of the pond soon thereafter, laying down on one of the rocks, letting the sun-warmed stone dry her off, wind blowing down from above, causing her nipples to stiffen. Moaning lightly, she brought a hand to her slit, gently rubbing it and sighing in pleasure before a deep, blood-curdling growl pierced the evening air. She yelped and looked behind her at the source of the sound, laying her eyes on a large, dark-grey wolf with a dark, vermilion gaze.

She gasped and stumbled off the rock, trying to run the other way, but in her path was another wolf, a huntress that held her back with a snarl. Every way she turned there was a wolf waiting for her, and she turned around in fear, only able to watch helplessly as the huge alpha male - longer by almost three heads than she was tall - stalked forward, menacing her with those glowing golden eyes. The deer-girl, sobbing, curled up into a ball before the wolf, almost bowing to its will.

Snarling, the wolf strode around her, sniffing the air. She then felt two paws hit the ground beside her, one by each shoulder, and she looked up to see the wolf standing directly over her. It dawned on her that the wolf needed no food at the moment; it needed to breed. And her fingerings had set her off, the powerful scent making her a target for the closest male there was.

Sophie decided this would be a far better fate than being eaten grossly by these creatures and let her hands slide forward, raising her rear into the air. With a growl, he recognized the deer's submission to him, and he thrust forward, the first few times rubbing his wolfcock on the inside of her thighs before finally pushing into her.

She screamed as the wolf slammed himself into her then descended into wanton moaning as the wolf's impressive girth pushed in and out, making her pussy feel as tight as the day she lost her virginity. Each of the wolf's thrusts elicited a growl or a lowing sound from his muzzle, drool dripping from his mouth onto her head. The whole experience - the enormous cock driving into her, the wolf's body against her back, the cool air rushing over her front - brought her quickly to an orgasm, her body shaking with pleasure as the wolf continued to fuck her.

While her body shuddered with her orgasm, the wolf pumped faster and faster into her, his cock hard and throbbing inside the doe anthro, but a good deal away from his own orgasm. With a loud snarl and a gnashing of his teeth, he dug his claws into the ground and slammed into her, and she could feel every inch of his cock rubbing up against her dripping insides. Her screams echoed throughout the clearing with more and more of the wolf's assault on her body.

The scene continued with every movement of the large, powerful wolf palpable on and inside of Sophie's body. She felt his strong, furry chest on his back, his hips pounding against her ass, his shaft sliding in and out of her, lubricated by her now-copious juices as it dawned on her through the ravaging...she loved it! This wasn't just some favor she was doing for the alpha male; his primitive mind thought only that he was mating with a bitch. And through the pleasure and the slight twinges of pain with a few particularly deep penetrations, Sophie decided to give this wolf the mating of his life.

She moaned out lewdly and panted, her tongue lolling out, her face a picture of an experience of pure pleasure. "Mmm...ah! It feels...so good!" she yelled to the wolf, though he couldn't truly understand her. As she moaned and groaned, she pushed back against him and clenched her pussy around his shaft.

The wolf mounting her seemed to feel her reaction as he redoubled his pace, thrusting and bucking his hips as he drilled his cock deep into the doe beneath him. With a loud, low growl he buried himself into her, causing Sophie to cry out as he spread her wide, then the knot grew in his cock, triggering her second orgasm to wash over her like a wave, her body shuddering and juices spraying out, making a puddle on the ground.

He howled as his own orgasm hit him, his knot pressing out against her inner folds, keeping him locked to the deer-girl. Her screams of pleasure echoed in his ear and he came, spewing his hot, sticky cum into her waiting, now-eager womb. A few more bucks of hips saw his orgasm subside as he pumped a few more jets of seed into her.

Sophie herself laid there on the ground, ass in the air, writhing in pleasure as the wolf's knot bulged in her pussy. She felt him fill her up, both with the mass of his cock and with the scads of cum he drove into her. She sighed as his knot slowly shrunk, allowing him to slide out of her. A growl of acknowledgement was all the wolf gave her before trotting off, its pack following behind.

She laid there for a moment, recovering from two powerful orgasms, rubbing her stomach as the wolf's cum exuded its warmth into her gut. Smiling, she slowly stood up, donning her underwear and torn dress and walking slowly out into the night, knowing in her heart that, no matter where her next unwitting host village lay, she would be returning to this clearing, ready for the wolf to take her as much as he wanted.