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Beasts Being Born

By Bunny Hops

Kayla, 19 year old female

Luther, born 1843 London

Her contractions started sometime around midnight and Luther was nowhere to be found. Fittingly, the cloudless sky allowed a full moon to reflect the suns light brightly across the vast forest east of the coastal city of Lincoln City, Oregon, where once Kayla called home. The end of summer was approaching and she was grateful for the cool salty breeze on this night.

Luther had been getting heat from the local police force after their first time having sex--her first time ever--on beach that magical night two and a half months ago. She had asked him to make her like he was: a shapeshifter who could transform himself into a wolfman. Essentially a werewolf, but he disliked that term.

That night was the last night Kayla was human. She had transformed one hundred percent into a wolf, leaving only her consciousness human. And on that night on the beach Luther had impregnated her with the pups she not carried inside her. The same pups that were ready to venture out into the world.

She wasn't sure she could change back into human even if she wanted to. At first she felt so content being a wolf that she didn't want to change back. Then, when Luther had begged and pleaded for her to change back, she rationalized staying a wolf for fear of doing her unborn cubs or herself any harm because of changing while being pregnant. Now, as her labor started, she did not know if she had the capacity to change back to being human. But she also knew she had never been this happy, content, stress free in all her life as she had been in the last ten weeks.

She did worry about Luther, though. He was old--over a hundred years old--but he looked and oftentimes acted like a teenager. With the police questioning him on her disappearance, and his identity getting the twice-over by the FBI, it wouldn't be long before it was discovered that he wasn't who he claimed to be. She didn't know what he would do when that occurred.

That's were he was right now: working on a new identity for him and her. Only she didn't want a new identity. She just wanted to be a wolf with her cubs. Why didn't he just change into a feral wolf--she had never seen him do that before, but she had faith he could do it--and live together in the woods? They could form their own pack and be the alphas. But no, he wanted to stay human, because that's what he knew. He was so childish sometimes.

She laid on her side on the cool hardwood floor of the cabin deep in the woods. Her distended abdomen mounded up against the pressure and her swollen breasts hung lazily and full. She couldn't wait to see what her cubs would look like.

She wondered what labor would be like. Right now it wasn't bad at all. She could feel her slit contracting, stretching in a not unpleasant manner, but not sexual, either. Needless to say it was a weird sensation, since she was used to climaxing while her slit got stretched out by Luther's huge member while in his animalistic form.

He contractions were getting pretty close together. She felt adequately stretched out and the pups in her womb seemed to be getting anxious to get out. She decided it was time to call Luther.

Of course, as a wolf, Kayla could not speak, and her paws were certainly incapable of dialing a phone, but she had other ways of communicating. She drew a deep, cool breath in through her nostrils. She held the breath for a second, tipped her head up, and pursed her muzzle and produced a loud, high pitched howl. The sound would be too high for a human to hear it, but the reverberating noise felt like a bullet to her ears inside the cramped cabin. Outside she could hear dogs howling back to her and she knew Luther would recieve the message.

Even though he would still be in his human form he would still have the heightened senses that were gifted to him. The same senses he gave to her.

It would still take him some time to get to her, though. She just hoped that he'd reach her in time to watch his cubs being born.

An hour passed and she began to feel extremely hot. She was panting hard, drool leaving slimy puddles on the floor boards next to her head. Her cubs were done waiting, and Luther was still not here.

Kayla felt the pressure in her uterus and had enough strength to curl around so she could watch the birthing unfold. Inside her, one of her cubs was pushing forward, making his or her way into the world. The squirming movements were very pleasant, almost sexual but not quite.

Her slit opened wide almost to a complete circle and then she saw her first born's head. It was covered in a slimy birthing sack, but it trudged on headstrong into the world. Once the upper torso cleared her opening the cubs slide out the rest of the way in one sudden movement. The sudden lack of pressure sent a torrent of pleasure ripping through her body. She sighed happily and felt the stirrings of her second born making it's way out.

She gently too her first born--a son with fur as black as the night--into her muzzle and brought him closer to her. His eyes were still closed, and he squirmed around blind and vulnerable. She cleaned him off, licking the birthing fluids and sack to free him from his fetal shackles. Once he was clean she nuzzled him over to her teat and he began suckling greedily. He was a strong one.

Just as the second born slide out from her Luther burst through the door.

"Is everything al--" he stopped mid-word, obviously seeing what was occurring.

He bent down close to her and began gently petting her head between her ears they way that she liked. It was soothing, comforting. It made her feel safe in such a vulnerable position she was in.

Luther was there to witness the birth of the rest of their cubs. The second born was a girl, as strong as her brother. In all she had six cubs--three boys and three girls--one for each of her teats. Not a runt in the litter, they were all strong and hungry.

Her children suckling on her heavy full teats gave her a pleasure she had never felt before. It was almost beyond description, but in her post-labor exhaustion it felt like a soft post-coital cuddle. It just felt right.

She heard something coming up the long, rutted dirt road to their cabin. The way Luther perked up meant he heard it as well. It wasn't just one car, it was multiple. At least three. No. Four.

What did they want? Why were they coming here? Where they going to hurt her cubs.

"Fuck," Luther said. "They must have followed me. No. They must have bugged my car. Fuck."

In the ten weeks since she had become a wolf, now was the first time she wished she was human. A human could ask what he was talking about. A human could pick up her children and flee. A wolf could fight, but she was too exhausted and didn't want to risk hurting her cubs.

Luther was scrambling around the cabin, knocking over items and riffling through piles. He was upsetting the cubs, which immediately put Kayla on edge, but she knew better. He was just trying to protect them, so he went about soothing her cubs with gentle licks and calmed herself down.

He came back to them with a strong wicker basket with a nice handle on it.

"I'll distract them. You need to put our cubs in the basket and get out of here. If they find you, they'll kill you. All of you. Run. Find some other wolves: they'll protect you and our young. When you can, make your way to Yellowstone. I'll find you, where ever you end up."

She knew this was serious and began collecting their young in the basket. The cubs whimpered at being forced off her teats, and made her feel like shit, but she knew what she had to do.

Just as she took the basket handle in her teeth and made her way to the back exit the door was kicked in.

"On the ground, now!"

These were not police. These were not federal agents. She didn't know who they were, but they meant her and hers harm. Luther stood unrelenting at the opening, even with assault rifles held by covert agents pointed directly at his face. She knew she needed to run, but she couldn't leave him. Not like this. They'd kill him.

"Go fuck with someone else's family," he said. The threat lost some effect since Luther still looked and spoke like a sixteen year old boy with a slight British accent, but to Kayla he was a gallant prince.

And they shot him.

The center of his rib cage burst with a puff of pink, but his entire upper back exploded with crimson red as thousands of minuscule shrapnel bites tore through his body.

She grabbed the basket with her teeth and flew out the door, unnoticed. Once she was well enough away--a few hundred yards--she glanced back at the cabin. She could here what was going on inside. She could see it. She could smell it. Luther was somehow still alive.

His human body stood up, much to the surprise of almost all of the agents. A few, however expected this. Before those agents could engage their target, Luther transformed himself into his wolf-man form faster than she had ever expected him capable.

His bloody clothes ripped free from his body and one absurdly muscular arm batted away the closest agent. Luther practically torn him in half--and would have, too, if his claws had not been contracted.

For his next victim they weren't.

Luther was fast and fierce. With each swipe a human body was torn literally limb from limb. Kayla watched as over a dozen agents met their doom, until one man failed to die.

His skin was as dark as his Kevlar suit and he was almost as muscular as Luther's beast form. Luther came at him with ever intention of destroying every molecule that formed his body, but the man countered and slammed the butt of his rifle into the back of Luther's head as he went past. The stock of the rifle splintered on impact and Luther went down.

Kayla wanted to scream, but didn't dare reveal her position. He cubs needed her more than Luther did, and Luther needed her more than anything in the world right now.

All of the agents left alive were on top of him, shocking him with electrodes and binding his limbs in chains. When they finally knocked him out cold he reverted back to his human form: naked, frail,thin, and vulnerable.

They hauled him away and she was left alone in the woods with her cubs.

She needed to follow what Luther had told her though. She needed to find a pack to help her protect her young. And then the pack would need to migrate to Yellowstone, where wolves were protected from humans. She would be safe there. Her cubs would be safe there.

She sniffed the air. Far off in the distance she smelled undomesticated canines. Even if they weren't wolves, they were in the right direction. Kayla knew Yellowstone was a full day's drive from Lincoln City: maybe about a thousand miles. It would be a arduous trek, but it needed to be done. Soon her cubs would be strong enough to follow her on foot--paw. And then they'd be able to fend for themselves. They could be their own pack. And together, they'd reach the sanctuary of Yellowstone.

She just wished Luther was there with her.