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[b][u][center]The Alpha’s Bitch

For Rayoelgatubelo

By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]

The agony of losing a fight to one of the creatures, one of the monsters, was a humiliation that Rosario had never experienced before, and for good reason. It wasn’t something that one went through more than once, not in a decent lifetime.

The Redhood shivered as she lifted her head. Despite the foggy pain that lingered in the back of her skull, she was all too aware of the furry hands gripping her wrists. The weight of her weapon was gone from her hip; doubtless the were had thrown it somewhere she’d never find it. And that was if they were anywhere near the location of their fight, something that she doubted.

Her head swam as she looked about. Everything was fuzzy, barely lit by two dim points of light that were more like fairy lights than anything else. At least, to her blurry vision; at this point, the brightest bonfires likely would have looked the same.

The darker skinned woman shook her head again, bracing against the pain as her vision came more into focus. Bit by bit, the light sharpened, and with it, the scene before her.

It was far worse than the hunter had thought.

“You…son…of…a…bitch…”

A laugh rang out from the pack that lay before her, a great cluster of were creatures that exceeded any group that she had hunted before. She twisted in her captor’s grip, then glared over her shoulder at him.

“Evodont…I swear to you…if I get out of this, you will be the first to die…but not until you watch everyone else suffer through as many different regenerations as I can come up with.”

The werewolf behind her – towering over her by at least two feet in height – only growled, but she could see his smirk. Doubtless he didn’t believe her. But he should; the only thing keeping her from leaping into another fight – from snapping his very neck – was the fact that he held her so tight. The slightest loosening, and she would leap into the fray.

So what if it cost her a life? Better than staying in their grip.

She threw herself from side to side as the pack laughed and chuffed and howled before her, the air chilly despite the great torches along the walls. Rosario tried every trick that she knew, but nothing broke the grip of the powerful wolf behind her.

Grunting in disappointment, she glanced around, trying to find some clue, anything to where she might be. The walls were stone, and she could see that the ceiling was in ruins – doubtlessly encouraged by these filthy beasts, considering how much they loved the sky – but there were no tapestries, no marks that might have given her a clue as to where she was.

But it couldn’t have been far; even the fastest of the weres – and the wolves were not as fast as one might think – couldn’t cover more than a few dozen miles in a whole night. And Evodont hadn’t had that much time. She must have been within a day’s travel of her last town of departure. How could they not have known about this pack? Why didn’t they warn her?

Suddenly, the Redhood was aware of a hush falling over the crowd, and looked back at them.

At the far side of the great chamber – almost resembling the hall of an old, ruined castle, now that she thought of it – a great door opened. The massive hunk of wood slammed against the stone wall, and walking through it was perhaps the largest werewolf she had ever seen. Even with all of her experience fighting them, Rosario hissed under her breath as he walked down the center of the room.

The pack parted for him, and she knew that he had to be the alpha. No one else would have been given even that semblance of respect in their society. If she could get him…if she could deal with him…there might be a chance.

She squirmed once more, but only to distract Evodont as she fumbled at her gloves. There was a small poison vial near the edge of her gloves. If she could just get it…

The great werewolf stepped onto the stage with her and her captor, and shook his head.

“Lady Rosario…the Bloodsoaked Bitch.”

She growled at the nickname, but forced herself to grin as well.

“So, you know who I am.”

“It’s not like I could forget the name of a mate-killer.”

She felt a swell of pride at that, though she doubted he could have appreciated why. Killing off pairs was better than killing the loners; besides, they didn’t have anything like a mate, in truth. Animals had mates. Humans, to some degree, had the same.

Weres…weres had nothing but rutting partners. There was never any affection there.

“It’s possible. I’ve killed dozens of your kind.”

“His name –”

His. She spat on the floor.

“Pah! Don’t disgust me with your…proclivities.”

The huge werewolf looked at her with his lips curled back, but strangely, did nothing to attack her. He didn’t rise to the challenge, nor leap at her.

[i]He’s smart…[/i]

Instead, he reached forward, placing a claw under her chin. It slipped just under the border of the red hood of her order, then went further down. The sharp edge of it snapped at the strings holding her cloak over her, and he ripped it off. It fell somewhere in the crowd; she didn’t see where.

“You are the bane of too many of our kind. It’s providence that Evodont managed to capture you instead of killing you.”

“Heh. Providence. Don’t tell me that your kind believes in anything but killing and raping. There’s never been anything more to life than that for you.”

“There’s been more than you can imagine. And now, you’ll learn.”

“You’ll have to kill me first.”

The snarl shifted, but she liked his laughter even less. There was something toothy to it, something hard, rough, and very, very disturbing to see a wolf laugh. It wasn’t something she wanted to see again. Ever.

Particularly not as the entire pack seemed to take it up. They laughed around her, shaking their heads, until the entire hall was filled with the raucous howls of wolfen amusement. She glared at them all, but not even the most angry expression, the most deadly, haughty face of a hunter she summoned, could quell them.

Claws dug into her chin, forcing her to look up at the wolf once more.

“Death is not the answer. Death is never the answer. And tonight, you will learn that.”

“I’ll learn nothing that you have to teach me.”

He chuckled.

“You will learn three things. My name. Your place. Your use.”

With a sudden wrench of his paw, he managed to sever the ties of her armor, forcing the metal breastplate to fall to the ground with a loud clang. His hand smoked softly – some bit of revenge from her, however slight, as he touched the silver – but he didn’t stop, pulling at the other bits of metal along her body, slowly stripping her of her protection. As they fell to the ground around her, the other wolves backed away from the stage, not daring to touch it.

Finally, he gestured at Evodont to release her. The moment that those furry fingers were off of her wrists, she moved.

Rosario had been trained since fourteen years of age to fight these creatures. Ever since the end of her training, she had pushed herself to the limits daily, finding new ways to fight them, better equipment, new moves that were faster, harder-hitting. Anything that might give her an edge against creatures that were magically better than any normal human fighter.

She employed everything she knew, spinning out of reach of Evodont’s claws, darting under the alpha’s guard. She spun upwards, her glove off and the vial of poison shattering in her grip. It burned on her skin, but all she needed was to touch him. A last ditch effort, as she raised her hand, almost like a slap.

It was so close to his cheek when he grabbed her, stopping her in place. She struggled to bring her fingertips to his face, but he was just too strong. He lifted her from the stage, and held her aloft as it felt like her arm was trying to rip free of its socket.

“You think you’re the first to try that?”

He threw her against the stage, and stepped on her wrist. His step was so heavy that it almost snapped as he held her down.

“Rosario, the Bloodsoaked Bitch. Learn your first lesson. My name…is Sevident. The alpha of this pack…and soon, your new mate.”

“Fuck…off…”

She growled. There was no way that he would make her his mate. The poison was already burning at her flesh; soon, it would be too late to save her, even as one of them. No, she would slip away, and become something dead. A legend to inspire the other Redhoods. Soon, they would come, and –

A sudden, bitter scent filled her nose, and she almost retched as she felt something warm and thin splatter against her hand. She turned her head, and again, almost threw up.

“STOP! Stop this disgusting thing!”

“You will learn your place.”

Sevident’s urine continued to splatter over her hand, washing over her fingers as well as her up-turned palm. The hot, sour smell continued to fill her nose, and she whimpered as she saw the poison slowly washing off of her. The effects hadn’t had time to settle in yet, hadn’t been able to go deep enough…Was this part of his revenge, to humiliate her, or was he actually trying to keep her from escaping him in death?

Either way, he was making it worse for her. As soon as her hand was ‘clean’ of poison, he kicked her in the side, knocking her back against her captor’s legs. Rosario was pulled upright almost immediately, and claws shredded at bits and pieces of her clothes. She thrashed around, putting the last bits of her energy into one final attempt to escape. But now they were ready; none of her tricks worked.

The shredding stopped when her breasts flopped out of their coverings, leaving her almost naked from the waist up. She shivered as the wolves howled at her nudity, and she could feel some small sensation of a building erection behind her. The hunter wanted to stomp it out, to get rid of any excitement the wolves felt, but there was nothing she could do.

Sevident stepped up to her, and she felt his sheath rub against her belly. He was so much taller than she was, she imagined that if he were hard…

No, she didn’t want to think of that. Particularly as puddles of urine slipped out of his sheath and flowed over her belly, running down into her pants.

“Lesson number two. Your place.”

He ground his sheath against her several times more before stepping back, tugging down on it until the very tip of his shaft slipped out. It was pointed, and red in a way that no human genitalia would ever have been. She bit her lips as he aimed it at her breasts, the stream of piss resuming.

Rosario could feel every hot droplet landing on her, almost like a shower at one of the palaces that occasionally hosted her order. Almost, but so much worse. It was hotter than anyone could ever keep the water, and it stank to high heaven. Nothing smelled worse than a beast used to mark their territory, and this was no exception. It splattered and splashed against her skin, and she swore that he deliberately aimed it over her nipples more than once, making it slide over her breasts so that she could feel the droplets more.

He angled it downwards, taking it slow as his piss slowly washed down her body. It soaked through her pants long before the stream got low enough to touch it, and she squirmed as her underclothes were drenched, soaking wet from wolf piss. They were hot only for a few minutes, soon cooling in the night air.

She shivered at the chill going through her chest as his stream reached her pants. He spent nearly ten seconds holding it against her crotch, even going so far as to step in close, holding his shaft against her until his urine managed to squirt through her clothes. It almost felt like he was pissing INTO her, a thought that nearly defeated her control over her stomach.

Gradually, the stream went down her legs, leaving a puddle along her boots. It funneled down her pants into her boots, leaving her feet soaking in the pungent, horrible smelling liquid, and she shivered as she was forced to her knees.

Her hair immediately flattened against her skull, soaked beyond recognition as the last of his piss covered her face. Rosario could only close her eyes, but everything came through. The smell, the feeling…even the taste, for a moment, before she could stop it from sliding into her mouth. Even the sound of it landing on her skin, of the soft groans of relief from the big alpha, made the humiliation worse.

Finally, he either ran out or he was satisfied, because the stream stopped. Rosario spat on the ground, as much to defy him as to clear her mouth.

“You will never…”

She coughed. As soon as she’d taken a breath through her mouth, it was like she was tasting it all over again.

“You will never…teach me…anything…”

“But I already have.”

He knelt in front of her, chuckling as he forced her to look into his eyes.

“Beneath us is where you belong. Beneath the wolves, beneath the weres. The only status you have, the only identity you have, is what we give you.”

“I am a hunter!”

“What is a hunter without her hood?”

He gestured towards the crowd, and without thinking, Rosario followed where he pointed.

Her hood was scattered to pieces by the pack, and the only ones large enough to be recognizable had been shoved into a pile and pissed on. She shivered in rage and horror as she saw the wolves covering the mark of her order with nothing more than liquid waste.

It very nearly broke her.

Sevident turned her to look at him again, and she saw in his eyes a rage that nearly matched her own.

“Other weres would have already killed you. Others still would have bitten you, to turn you into a blind thrall. Something that would obey without question, something that would do as they were told, and forget the world that they came from.

“For killing my mate…I will make sure you remember. I will make sure you feel every little thing that happens. For you, there will be no mercy.”

He wrenched her to her feet, and – using leverage from behind her – lifted her by her arms in front of the crowd. She winced as her arms were used in ways that they never should have been, held tight and crushed almost to the point of snapping by the wolf’s powerful grip.

The pack turned back to the show, and she shivered as she saw wolf cocks and cunts glisten with eagerness as she was pulled back down. The crusty fur around Sevident’s sheath rubbed against her thighs, the alpha shoving her legs apart with his body as his crotch came ever closer to her own.

His bestial nature was all too apparent as he got near her, his shaft slipping free from the simple pressure of body on body contact. He ground himself against her, through her clothes, and she snarled over her shoulder.

“If you’re going to rape me, get on with it! I won’t give you satisfaction!”

“You will satisfy. Willingly, or not, that is your choice. Be thankful; it’s the last choice you will ever get.”

Holding her up with just one great paw, the wolf used the other to shred away the crotch of her pants. Soaked underthings and piss-drenched pants shreds hit the floor in pieces, exposing her pussy. She took a little pride; at least it wasn’t as fuzzy and hairy as the ones the beasts had.

[i]Then again, that will probably only entice him.[/i]

She kicked out as he pushed against her, the edges of his sheath rubbing against her pussy lips, but the impact only made her foot ache. She doubted it had done a damn thing against him.

Besides, her attention was drawn to something else, something far more concerning.

As he ground against her, using her pussy lips as the medium to draw back his sheath, she finally felt how big he was. She had caught glances of him during her impromptu shower, but this…it had to be bigger than her fist, at the very tip. And she knew, from past accounts, that werewolves were knotted near the base. The fact that it could get even thicker – that it would – was the catalyst that brought her fear surging over her anger.

“No! You can’t! It won’t -”

That first thrust was like a punch in the stomach, except that it came with a feeling of being ripped apart at the same time. Her eyes rolled back in her head, and Rosario let out a breathless scream as her body was torn apart by the wolf’s cock. She was lifted higher still off of the stage, her feet dangling lifelessly as her mouth opened wide.

The wolves howled around her as Sevident pulled back, only to ram himself in again, deeper this time. She swore that the tip of his shaft was already nudging her womb, already begging entrance. Her angle was such that she couldn’t see him, but she knew that it couldn’t be all of him yet. There was no sign of that bulge at the base, no sign of it nearing her; that meant…

She cursed her mind, already figuring out the measurements and proportions. It had always been quick, and now was no exception. The biggest man she’d seen had been little more than seven inches, and that hadn’t gone this far. It had to be at least ten inside her, and with no knot yet – which normally took up the bottom fourth, as far as the accounts went – that meant that she had maybe two thirds of him inside her now, two things that were tearing her apart at the best case.

It was information that she really didn’t need to know, and the first tear began to slip from her eyes.

It was wrenched free as the wolf finally let go of her arms and grabbed her by the hips, his claws raking over her and leaving her bleeding, her skin turning red among the smooth, creamy darkness. She cried out in pain, and Sevident chuckled in her ear.

“I told you…you will satisfy me, whether you will it, or not.”

He pulled her back again, and again. Each thrust took him deeper, and each time she swore her pussy was stretched open further. She could feel the blood of the tearing running down her legs, following the lines that the piss had taken only minutes ago. It was hot and sticky, and she shivered in disgust.

[i]How could these beasts exist? How can anyone ever suggest mercy on them?[/i]

The pack howled, and she saw several come up to the edge of the stage, some of them so excited that they left strings of pre running along the edge of it. The depravity of the beasts had no bounds; they were diseased beyond all saving.

She shook her head at them, only to scream again as he punched his cock into her womb. She felt it rip, felt it tear, and she could feel every abrasive bit of his goo inside of her, every little bit of his juices trying to fill her up…trying to…

[i]Turn me…[/i]

The accounts had said that a bite was not the only way to change, and the beast seemed intent on making her his mate. She glanced down, and gasped.

Her hands had already begun changing, the fingers curling, thickening, and her nails going dark. The hand still gloved was cramped, aching in confinement, while the bare one was rapidly getting bigger. The palm swelled up, and soon darkened as well. Fur sprouted and spread over the top, over her fingers, as her palm slowly turned harder, more calloused, with the spread of pads along it.

As her claws grew in, ripping through her flesh, the change began to spread up her arms. If only the muscles that she gained – at such immense pain – had come before the change; perhaps then she would have been able to fight Evodont and avoided capture. But no, this power came from the beast, and the beast was too strong to fight as a human.

She screamed again as her arms felt like they were being tugged out of their sockets, despite there being no grip on them. The pain was so great that she barely noticed as she was shoved down on the ground, mounted like a true bitch from behind. All she felt was her limb arms being tugged…no, not tugged. Stretched.

Rosario whimpered as they were pulled further and further out, looking distended compared to her body. They felt like something that was out of a monstrous mythology, rather than truly belonging to her. The thickness in the forearms and shoulders quickly evened out, but even the fur that spread over them – silver and thick – didn’t hide the fact that they were completely out of proportion with the rest of her.

She squirmed as he laid one clawed foot on her hip, treating her like nothing more than a mounting post, but it was half-hearted at best. She had no energy left to fight, no energy for nothing except dealing with the pain, and even that was shifting.

As the fur ran down her body, fluffing her up along the shoulders and back – drenched as it came out, it still warmed her somewhat – she could feel the pain…fading. Rosario begged to believe that was because she was getting used to it, or because she found a way to handle it, but as she felt something distinctly non-bloody running from between her legs…

She shook her head in disgust, trying not to think about it.

Thankfully, a sudden pain in her chest distracted her. She shouted – almost barked – in shock as her chest felt heavier, like someone had reached through her body and hung several huge weights from her ribs. She coughed, grinding her teeth as she looked down at herself.

Somehow, she was getting more…endowed. Her chest, formerly modest at best, was already swollen well beyond any expectations one could ever have. They pushed up from beneath her, almost like pillows, as they lifted her up from the ground. Bit by bit, they swelled against the stage, and she shivered as she felt her nipples grinding against the floor. It was…

It was genuine pleasure, and it made her sick to admit it. Sick, and slick, as Sevident’s cock pounded deeper into her than ever.

She finally felt the knot as it finally slapped against her sex, grinding against it in an attempt to get in. The fur had spread well down her chest by that point, and she felt the tingling in her spine that the accounts talked of. She would have a tail, soon; the most she hoped for was that it wouldn’t be wagging as it came out.

Curling her toes in her boots as it wriggled out, she braced herself for the inevitable shifting in her legs. The pleasure – and it was pleasure, as much as she hated it – from the wolf’s forceful fucking was the only thing that distracted her, and she latched onto it desperately as the bones of her legs ground against each other. Some shortened, some lengthened, and it was all agony as it spread up and down her limbs.

Unable to resist, she looked back, and saw them getting longer. Even as her feet swelled in the boots – getting wider, getting longer – she could see that her legs were at least…proportional…with her upper body. Her arms weren’t quite so freakish.

As her boots finally ripped open, revealing bloody toes and claws and pads, Rosario felt a lick on the back of her neck. It almost made her jump out of her skin as Sevident whispered to her.

“The second lesson…your place…”

“My…place?”

“My mate…”

“Your – ah!”

She screamed as the pain hit her hard, her hips warping out wider, making them bigger, curvier. Her back arched as she screamed, her head rising upwards as her teeth started to fall out, hitting the stage as other, more pointed fangs began to push through her gums. It ached, it burned, it [i]hurt[/i] more than anything else had so far.

He pounded into her harder than ever, that knot stretching her further and further with each passing second. Rosario knew that it would come into her the moment that the change finished, and even with the knowledge of what that meant, she begged for mercy. She begged for it to end, so the pain would stop.

And finally, it did.

The knot popped in, forcing her over the edge to an unnaturally strong orgasm, and she leaned back her head in a deep moan. Her ears finally shifted, letting her hear how lewd and loud she was to the wolves.

But the worst…

She felt it happen even as it did. Her mouth and nose were shoved outwards, almost as if the ropes of cum pumped out by the wolf’s cock were shoving her face outwards with the force of his orgasm. She whimpered, but kept moaning, soon howling as her face distorted.

With a wriggle and a firm ‘shove’ from within, her new wolven muzzle grew in. She gave out a final howl, and collapsed, blacking out.

#

Rosario woke to the smell of wolf musk, and from the sound of all the different wolves around her, she knew that she couldn’t have been asleep long. Her pussy ached, and she felt seed running down her legs. She looked up.

Sevident – her mate – stood over her, his cock throbbing, on the verge of a second orgasm.

“You will accept your place.”

“I…I accept…my place.”

“Accept your mate’s seed.”

“I accept my mate’s seed.”

And with that, the alpha grunted, shooting his load over her face. She gasped at the feeling, of the heat spreading over her cheeks and the smell of sex that sunk into her fur. Some bits of it slipped around her lips, landing in her open muzzle as the alpha coated her with his scent and his seed.

For the briefest of moments, Rosario felt…happy. Even horny.

Then the reality of the situation came crashing down. She cried, she struggled to lift a hand, she collapsed. She screamed, she slammed her fist against the ground, she curled up in a ball. All so fast, so furious in response to her warring emotions, that she couldn’t stop them as they happened.

“YOU DID THIS TO ME! WHY – WHY DIDN’T YOU JUST KILL ME?!”

“Because it was too good for you.”

She screamed, wailing at the top of her lungs, for nearly a minute. Her tears flowed freely, and she couldn’t stop herself. All she could do was weep for the loss of her life.

[i]They’ll come for me. They’ll kill me. They have to come for me and kill me; I can’t live as his mate. I can’t stay with him. I am Rosario. I am…I was a Redhood, the best of them. I have to live on as a legend, not as a –[/i]

Suddenly, her weeping came to a close as a great paw slapped her across the face. She slid back a few feet, and looked up.

Sevident shook his head.

“You are my mate. Do you understand?”

She nodded.

“You have learned your first lesson. My name. You have learned your second. Your place.”

He reached down, picking her up by the throat. Even though she was his height, his size, the silver wolf shivered. He was so strong, so powerful; even now, he could end her without a second thought. Despite her wish for death, she couldn’t summon the will to defy him.

Sevident leaned in, grabbing her with claws and fingers at her breast. She shivered, feeling one of them come near to puncturing her flesh.

“You will now learn your third lesson.”

“My…use…”

“Remembering will not save you.”

He dropped his hand to her pussy, and she was filled with unwilling bliss as he slammed three fingers inside of her at once. Rosario spread her legs willingly, and he pumped his hand up and down, slapping her pussy with each impact.

“You are my mate in name…but I will use you like a bitch. If you do well…you’ll stay my bitch. My female for my use.

“If you fail me…if you disappoint me…then you will be nothing but the breeding bitch for the pack.”

The idea was as abhorrent to her mind as it was arousing to her body. The idea was enough to have her soaking his fingers, and she was humiliated even further as he lifted them to her nose, letting her sniff at the reek of her bestial musk.

“You…monster…”

“No.”

He turned her to face him, licking his lips. That long tongue…she hated the fantasies that came to her mind as she saw it flick over his lips.

“I am your alpha…and you will obey. If you want to stay my bitch…and not be everyone’s…you will obey willingly. But one way or another…”

Just like with the fuck. One way or another, she’d satisfied him then. And by fighting, she had lost everything that mattered to her, everything that had made her Rosario. If she kept fighting, she would lose even more. It didn’t feel like she had much left, but with this wolf, she had no doubt that he would find more to take from her.

Slowly, she leaned forward and licked at the side of his muzzle. Some part of her new mind told her that it was a submissive gesture. Judging by the look on Sevident’s face, she was right. He nodded at her, giving her a little lick to the nose.

She hated herself as her tail started to wag, but she bowed her head. Perhaps it was rationalization, but she told herself to wait. Maybe, just maybe, she could escape. Maybe.

[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]