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The power of the wolf clan fills the people's veins with noble strength. Strong mates breed strong warrior children. The blending of mated souls come together in the ultimate act of mutual partnership, creating new life.

Hazel eyes stared at the sacred inked pages and the drawings they contained. Overly muscular wolf-men bonding with human women. Sleek and powerful wolf-women bonding with human men. Together they became greater … the human mind and the lupine body. Each gave a bit of their soul to the other in an act of sexual bonding.

One particularly dominant male wolf-noble filled the mind’s eye, encouraging a feminine hand to play. Said hand was slick with youthful excitement and becoming pruned from continuous exposure to lascivious moisture. Stroking slick folds, the girl imagined being pounded by masculine strength. Heated bodies sharing primal essence. A mated pair screaming up at the moon gods until both throats became lupine enough to howl.

The pleasant rush of orgasmic rapture shivered through Hazel Wolf, holding her at ridged peak until she sagged into a heap of restful euphoria. After a primitive pounding, she would curl up into the soft fur of her wolf-man. Saturated in his scent and body heat, she would sleep. He would keep her safe from the outside world.

“It’s a shame they were all sealed away,” Hazel said softly, rubbing sex slickened fingers together as she fantasized about the good old days. Tugging the red cloak around her naked body, the girl closed her eyes and began to dream.

When she woke, the sounds of nocturnal chatter were being joined by the first birds of morning. The girl cursed and looked around with a little bit of panic nipping at her. Wooden walls and wolf motif decorations were the only things around her. The family crest of a howling wolf did not judge and it seemed she was still alone. Relieved laughter seized her but it grew worse when she wobbled to her feet and realized her inner leg muscles ached like they had been used all night.

“What good dreams,” she mused.

The book was too precious to mess up with carelessness but leaving it out would be a sin. Handling the text with her clean hand and the fabric of her cloak, Hazel carefully returned it safely to its place of honor. A shallow bow eased her guilt for profaning the holy text and she returned to the pile of clothing she had discarded.

The night had hidden her when she snuck out of her home, but the darkness was now filling with golden light. The Little Red Riding Hood outfit may have made her feel sexy but it was not the most camouflage thing she could try to sneak around in.

Dawn’s first rays made it easier for her to move through the forest without rolling an ankle. The uneven wilderness was dangerous at any time of the day but Hazel was still too young to feel vulnerable to anything but the most potent of dangers.

The crisp morning allowed her mind to drift through fantasies of brutish wolf-men roughing her up. Two chiseled walls of fur and muscle would press their bodies against her. Massive red lances emerging from sheathes … filling her up with their heat. These thoughts took her all the way home where she suddenly seemed to wake up and take notice.

The front of her house bore an open portal with dangling hinges. Long gashes shone along the frame and Hazel could see the front room was in disarray. The scent of large predators flooded her nostrils and she could not help but wonder if her wishes had come true. When enough of her shock wore off, the rest of her brain started working and Hazel wondered if her mother was okay.

Stepping carefully past the threshold, she stepped over bits of shattered furniture to the bedrooms at the back of the house. Whatever had been in here had been rude enough to leave claw marks all along the walls. The door to her mother’s room had also been smashed and Hazel could not believe the brutish behavior.

“Someone needs to be housebroken,” Hazel said in disgust. “Look at this bed! These are not cheap!” The pungent odor of animal musk and sex filled the room and the girl could feel her nethers lubricating once more. “Ooohhh … fiddle sticks! I just HAD to be out masturbating at the shrine when I could have been here getting the real thing! Now I’m going to have some more siblings and I probably won’t even get to meet them! Seriously, the nerve of some stories!”

A short search around her mother’s bedroom did not reveal much of use. The hallway was also covered in scratches but it was the sight of her bedroom door laying in two pieces on the floor that sent her pout into full outrage.

“SON-OF-A-BITCH!” she shouted as she stared at the carnage of her bedroom. Something large and furry had torn her bed to pieces. Crusty brownish stains had been ejaculated onto her sheets and the smell of it was unmistakable. Pheromones saturated her skin and curled in through her nostrils. Her imagination spiraled off into a fantasy of gallons of lupine seed filling her body and coating her skin. Slick and salty heat would steam in the chill of winter. Nothing would be spared.

“Why couldn’t I have stayed home? Why did I have to fall asleep? Why couldn’t I have been here?”

Hazel’s whining increased as she dug through the rubble and salvaged what few things she could. Many of her smaller odds and ends had not been chewed up too badly but most of her clothing had obviously been used as spank-rags. While she was glad to see her scent was pleasing to the wolf-men, the frustrating fact remained. She had not been here. She had missed the orgy.

“Looks like mom got hers,” Hazel grumbled, looking around for tracks and using the skills her grandmother had taught her for just such an occasion. “Alright … fine … I’ll go to granny’s house.”

Knowing the proper etiquette for this type of occasion, Hazel moved through the tossed house and located a picnic basket, filling it with things she might need. Food was part of her packing but there was also a large knife, a pouch of wolfsbane, sever bits of silver, and the odds and ends one needed for a werewolf hunt.

It was difficult to tell how many sets of werewolf tracks had come and gone, but all of them seemed to travel vaguely toward or from Granny’s house. This was not a good sign. Granny was a tough old bitch and had proudly led the Wolf family for decades. If these wolf-men had been to her place then Granny was either dead or had been turned into one of them.

Everyone whispered that Granny Rosella Wolf had mated exclusively with wolf-men and her children were all of the lupine line. No one had ever met Hazel’s father but the gossips all said little Hazel Wolf was also the daughter of Ruby Wolf and a man-wolf. Hazel decided this was the reason she wanted a wolf-man for a mate but she had no physical proof of their existence until this morning.

Once everything was ready, she stood on the dirt path, facing Granny’s House and trying to remember the steps of casting a story spell. It was a ritual of word and deed. Success at the beginning would lead to fate curving in the direction of the spell. While this one was not as complicated as others, she had never done one all by herself, before.

Reaching into her picnic basket, she took out some chalk and began writing a few runes on the stones around her. The characters and their goals were put down as runes and then she put herself between them.

“Once upon a time,” she began, focusing on the words, “there was a little girl with a cape that was red as blood. Everyone called her Little Red Riding Hood, and she lived at the edge of the forest with her mother.” There was a slight hum in the air as she felt the magic beginning to form into a shape. “One day, after the wolf-men had seduced Red’s mother and carried her off to be the mother of their cubs-”

A gasp cut her off as she felt the truth of the story pierce through her skin. Though she was not completely sure why she had said them in that manner, truth rang forth in its purity.

“Red knew her mother was happy,” Hazel continued, weaving the story into something she could control. “Ruby Red Wolf was just as horny as she had been, after all. The wolves had chosen good mates for their pack, but they were not expecting the women to be willing. They were not expecting the Wolf Women to become their alphas.”

Again, there was a surge of story energy. Hazel was ready for it, this time, though and she managed to breath through it without incident. Raising her hands toward the sky, Hazel gathered this energy into her hands and clapped them together.

“Stay on the path Little Red, or the Big Bad Wolves will get you,” Hazel said firmly. “Remember, Little Red, the women of the Wolf Family can bend wolves to their will with their voice. In your presence these wolves will have the weaknesses of men … and they will fall for our female charms every time.”

Satisfied with the wording of her ritual, Hazel stared hard down the path and then took her first step forward. The power of her story was strong and setting off to Granny’s house was exhilarating. Hazel felt herself almost running but she managed to slow her feet to a walk. The eyes which matched her name did not stop searching the wood line for amber eyes. Every time an animal stepped on leaves or twigs; Hazel took a sharp breath but then felt disappointed when no wolf came to greet her.

It soon became obvious that she was not able to stop and look around her. The magic moved her body forward at its pace and not hers. Walking along the path gave Hazel’s mind the opportunity to wander but when a tree full of birds went suddenly silent, she turned towards the absence of noise and squared her stance.

“Who’s afraid of the Big Bad Wolf?” she shouted, and her challenge hung in the air for several seconds. In those brief moments, Hazel found herself panting as if she had run all the way here. Then she began to feel silly, wondering if the spell had gone wrong. “The birds gave you away! Come out from your hiding!”

A boy about her age peeked sheepishly around the bulk of a tree. Brown hair and eyes made him unremarkable and his tanned skin, tunic, and breeches blended him into the background. Though she could see most of him, he did not completely step out from behind the tree. Lowering his eyes like a bashful maiden, all of the boy’s body language said he was embarrassed and nervous.

“Are you kidding me?” Hazel asked as she stepped quickly over to him. The boy’s eyes grew wide at his approach and he ducked back behind the tree. “I wanted a Big Bad Wolf not a meek little puppy!” Her tone caused the wolf-boy to wince and he let out a tiny whimper, as if she had swatted him and shouted “bad dog” at him. It took several long seconds before the boy found his voice.

“I’m … sorry,” he managed to cry out. Then he rushed from the tree he had been hiding behind to another tree, that was a little closer to Hazel. Repeating this process a few more times got him to a distance that made them not need to shout, but it was clear to Hazel that the wolf-boy was only approaching her because the story’s magic was compelling him to do so.

“Sorry?” Hazel said, feeling like she had just slapped a puppy. “Okay, Puppy, let’s try again. What are you doing out here?”

“I’m … supposed to follow you,” the boy said from his hiding place. “Sorry.”

“Why are you following me?” Hazel asked, her voice a little more hostile than she wanted it to be. “Who sent you?”

“My … brothers,” the boy said. “I … I didn’t join them inside. I … I wasn’t able to … uhm … when they were in your room … and …”

“So, you didn’t jack-off all over my bedroom and so they sent you out here to redeem yourself?” Hazel asked in an accusatory tone.

“Uhm … yeah,” the boy said. “Sorry.”

“No, I’m glad you didn’t make a mess of my bedroom,” Hazel said as she softened her tone a little. “Thank you for not doing that.”

“You … do you know … do you know what’s going on?” the boy asked as he appeared to be a little less terrified.

“Man-wolves broke into my house, filled my mother with their puppies, and then carried her off to their lair?” Hazel asked.

“Uhm … y-yeah,” the boy said shyly, but then he added. “That was most of it.”

“Did she have any say in the matter?” Hazel asked.

“I think she said … Yes, yes, oh gods yes, oh please fuck me, yes.”

When he quoted her mother’s swear, he let out a little gasp and put his hand over his mouth. Hazel’s hard exterior crumbled as she burst out laughing at him but she reined herself in. Setting down her basket and slapped her leg twice, like she was calling a dog to her side.

“Alright, Little Pup, that’s enough. Come out here and face me like a man.”

Slowly, the boy stepped out from behind the tree and Hazel was surprised to find that her little nickname for him had been appropriate. From a distance she had thought he was a boy about her age, but upon closer inspections she could tell that her suspicions had been correct. What she thought had been tan skin turned out to be short fur and what appeared to be two tufts of hair were his triangle ears. The ears were drooping in a submissive manner and she knew it would be a simple thing to bring him to heel.

Holding forth one hand, the wolf-boy bowed his head forward and gave her a sniff. A shiver went through him and his ears perked up. Then he gave her hand a little lick. Hazel made a sound of delight but maintained control as she brought her other hand up to pat him on the head.

“Who’s a good boy?” she purred as she scratched him behind the ear.

“I … I’m a good boy,” he said with a groan as his eyes rolled back in his head.

“You never get any female attention … do you?” she asked.

“Nnnooo,” he managed to breathe out as she began to massage his scalp.

“No bitch has ever claimed you,” Hazel said as she drew closer, massaging her fingers through his soft fur.

“Nnnooo,” he groaned once more, and now Hazel was close enough to wrap her arms around him. His thin frame went ridged when she hugged him but he did not struggle or pull away. He was an inch shorter than she was and his head smelled like a puppy who had been frolicking in a field all day.

Daring hands quested over his thin body, revealing layers of springy muscle. While not fully grown, he was developing into a powerful male who might someday become exactly the kind of brute she wanted. Hazel began scratching her fingernails along his back and through his hair and he leaned into her affection the way any good dog would.

“You really are a good boy … aren’t you?” she cooed. “What is your name?”

“Keegan,” he answered.

“Look into my eyes, Keegan,” Hazel ordered gently, and he obeyed. “I am claiming you, Keegan. From this day forward, you belong to me.”

“Y-you … can’t!” Keegan half shouted as he struggled to pull away. Hazel made a fist and was immediately gripping a handful of his hair.

“Why can’t I claim you?” Hazel asked firmly.

“Because … my brothers … they’ve marked their claim on you!” Keegan cried out.

“You mean when they jizzed all over my bedroom?” Hazel asked.

“Y-y-yes!” Keegan squeaked as tears began to run down his cheeks.

“The only way a wolf-man’s going to plow me is if I decide it’s okay!” she declared with a growl, pushing Keegan against a tree. “Now open your mouth so I can kiss you.” The boy went stiff, but opened his mouth as she bade. He made an adorable little whimpering gasp when she kissed him but then he relaxed into her. Then he went stiff again and turned his head off to one side.

“N-no!”

“What?” Hazel asked. “You don’t want me?”

Keegan made a series of spluttering sounds that took time to gather into words. “I-I-I do! But … my brothers laid their claim! I’d …. I’ll be torn apart! They get first attempt!”

“No, they don’t,” Hazel said coolly as she loosened her blouse and dragged it down over her shoulders. Keegan’s brown eyes went very wide as he watched her small breasts appear in the daylight. “I get to choose who gets access to my body. Not them. Not my elders. Me.”

“But … they’ll … I’ll … hmaaa …” Hazel felt a surge of strength and pride as her small breasts proved to be powerful enough to turn Keegan’s brains to mush and leech the life from his voice. Unsteady panting spoke of the battle within the canine and Hazel knew how to tip the balance.

“What happens if you join with me?” Hazel asked breathily, making sure she was exhaling directly into his nostrils. That caused his eyes to pop up and she stared her intentions directly through the windows of his soul. “The sacred texts say the joining of a wolf-man and a human makes them both very powerful. Is that just a story?”

“No … it’s not just a story,” Keegan whispered. “I … I’m just not allowed. I’m too runty. I’m …”

“They bully you,” Hazel said, and he nodded with shame in his eyes. “What happens if we join together?”

“I … I don’t know,” Keegan admitted. “I guess I’ll get bigger and stronger. You’ll probably turn into one of us … but-”

“Wait,” Hazel said. “So, it’s true? I’ll turn into one of you?”

“Well … yeah … at least that’s how the story goes,” Keegan said with a shrug. “I’ve never actually seen it happen.”

“That’s great!” Hazel said with a genuine smile. “I’ve always wanted that!”

“Are you sure?” Keegan asked, leaning away from her until his head was firmly against the tree.

“Completely,” Hazel said as she moved to within an inch of his black nose. “I’ve wanted this all my life. I’m going to make my own pack and you are the first male. You’re going to be mine. If any other males want to join us, they’ll need your permission.”

“But …” Keegan began to remind her that he was the omega wolf in the pack, but there was no space for him to retreat to. Tiny canines grazed Hazel’s tongue when she explored his mouth and his trembling body smelled nice. Kissing his small muzzle was more fun than a boring human boy and his excited puppy-breath delighted her in unusual ways.

Hazel’s hands continued to explore her puppy-boy, allowing him to become more comfortable with her touch as things became more intimate. Sliding her hands down to his lower back, she scratched just above his wagging tail. The groan he let out brought a feral grin to her face and she slid her hands down his spine, into his trousers, and cupped them around his pert bottom. Grabbing his rear caused his whole body to tense and she pulled his barely restrained boner against her pubis.

“Ooohhh … what do we have here?” she asked in a teasing manner.

“I-I-I’m s-s-s-sorry I-”

“Ssshhh,” she shushed him before he could splutter too much. “I want to meet him.”

Massaging his bottom caused his hips to grind forward against her. Sex slid along sex, separated only by fabric. Hazel delighted in the expressions of her puppy-boy as he squirmed in overstimulated delight. Eventually, the wolfish girl paused, circled her hands along his waist and made a little room between them.

Growing up a pretty girl meant Hazel had seen more than one penis in her life. Some she had wanted to see but plenty of them had been pulled out mostly for the benefit of their owner. Keegan’s precious pointed pecker pressed persistently against the leather of his breeches.

Reaching into his clothing rewarded Hazel with a sensation like putting her hand around a fluttering bird. He was small and vulnerable, but she could feel the rapid beating of his heart filling this little creature with blood. Slowly, he expanded and stretched to fill her loving grip.

Keegan’s quivering cock twitched at her slightest touch and it was adorable to watch the desperate battle he was waging for self-control. Hazel’s talented fingers dragged lovingly down his little wolf. Forming a circle with her fingers, she slowly increased the friction. The adorable whining in his throat increased her pleasure and she pushed her hands further down … finding something new.

Keegan’s sharp gasp caused Hazel to freeze. The rapid pounding of Keegan’s hart was especially pronounced here and it looked as if he might explode at any moment. Hazel had a suspicion but she was not fully prepared for the reality. A swift movement dropped his trousers to the turf and Hazel descended to her knees. There, she was able to get a really good look at a very different type of penis.

The shape was completely different than a human boy, like a spear-tip that swelled slightly in the middle. A brilliant shade of red went all the way to his sheath and at the base was a thick bulb. That was what had surprised her. That was what has caused him to gasp. That was going to change everything.

“Is that your knot?” Hazel whispered, and Keegan made a faint affirmative sound. “Is it … sensitive?”

Again, Keegan made an affirmative sound but this time he was much more desperate. Wanting to experience every bit of him, Hazel leaned forward and inhaled deeply. Unique pheromones delighted her senses, causing goosebumps to stampede along her skin. Touching him once more caused him to twitch but her hands continued to please him. A long slow lick along his shaft also delighted her and she did this several more times before settling at his tip and drawing all of him into her mouth.

The sounds he made were heavenly. Virgin restraint was fracturing in her grasp and it shattered the moment she wrapped her hands around his knot. Strong hands gripped Hazel by the hair and pulled her all the way to the base.

For a short eternity, she could not breathe. The fluttering pulsation of his life essence was ejaculated directly into her stomach and all she could do was silently count the seconds in her head. Desperate tingles of suffocation rippled through her nerves as she tried to resist her panic, but eventually she grabbed his hips with both hands and began to push away. They remained locked in a form of rigor for a frantic eternity, but the spike of panic found its way to her sex and she squealed as the strangest orgasm she had ever experienced lanced up through her womb and out through the rest of her body.

Slipping from Keegan’s grip, Hazel fell backwards onto her bottom. Gasping for air and coughing brought a halt to the romance but she knew she had gotten what she needed. The seed of the wolf-man was inside of her and that meant he had marked her. To the others, this would have been a moment of domination but this immature puppy-boy was not the dominant type. When the time came, he would perform in the manner of a well-trained dog.

Once she had caught her breath, Hazel stood and began scratching Keegan behind the ears. “Good boy,” she cooed, grinning knowingly. “You’re such a good boy.”

“I … I’m a good boy,” Keegan whispered, leaning into her touch as she slowly lowered him to the ground. There on his back, he exposed his throat and his belly. “I’m a good boy.”