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“Subject 97...” Kelly muttered to herself. A scientific marvel had fallen into her lap. Or the lap of her job to be more precise. She was a biologist, but their newest discovery seemed to be beyond simple biology. “An honest to god werewolf.”

“Please Kelly,” a voice said from behind her. “Avoid that term until we can actually identify Subject 97.”

Kelly spun around in her office chair to find her boss and the lead researcher of the facility, Sam. She was an older woman, at least compared to the relatively young Kelly. “Sorry, but it just looks so similar to the myth.”

“I know. It is fascinating, is it not?”

“Yeah...” But it was more than that for her. Over the years, she had discovered furry porn and was quite smitten with it. Especially the werewolves. Big strong beastly creatures that ravished women. It had all been a fantasy until 97 was discovered. Even though it was a wild animal, her heart fluttered a little when seeing it. It really did look similar.

“I was just coming to tell you, I’m headed home,” Sam said.

“Alright, I’m just finishing up.”

“Okay, see you in the morning.” With that, Sam closed the door as she left the room, leaving Kelly alone in the dim office. It was nearly one in the morning and she was pretty sure she was the last person in the building. As she saved the last of her work, she leaned back in her chair with a sigh, the old seat creaking. She shifted back and forth, making it squeak a few more times.

“Damn.” It was late, but she felt wide awake, energized, productive. If she went home, it’d just be a wasted night, lying there trying to fall asleep. She was gonna stay here and get some extra work done. She left the office and moved into the lab. While they were moving 97 in, they had managed to get some samples. She took one of the hair samples and put it under the microscope.

Analyzing it revealed some interesting details. While it had many canine characteristics, there were a few human traits in the hair. As she moved to write down the analysis, the whole building shook for a brief moment. She thought nothing of it, maybe some thunder, an earthquake, but then the alarms started. After a brief moment of panic, training kicked in. Those alarms were not fire or tornado, or even a break in. It was for an animal breaking out of its cage. She moved to the door, locked it, and just in case, propped a chair behind the handle. A wild bear, lost and confused, trying to escape the facility was dangerous. She was certain this was worse. Subject 97 was loose.

Breathing faster than before, she returned to the work station. On the computer, she had access to the cage cameras, but not the security cams. Viewing them showed her guess was right. The bars of 97’s steel cage were bent and snapped like toothpicks. “Okay...” she whispered to herself, trying to calm down. This wasn’t her first real lockdown. The animals weren’t there to hurt people, they just wanted out. After a couple minutes, her heartrate was back to normal. The alarms had stopped, and because they had been tripped, there was a team gathering to capture the escaped animal. All she had to do was sit tight until the all clear was-

The sound of something thumping against the door made her freeze. She slowly turned her head to look at the door directly behind her. This time there was a smash against it, making the whole door shake. Her mouth opened to cry out, but she stopped herself. Thinking fast, she stood and moved for a low cabinet she knew was empty, along the far wall. She knelt down and squeezed inside, shutting the door and plunging herself into darkness.

It hit the door again, causing something to crack. The fourth hit did it, the door falling to the floor. Heavy footsteps slowly came into the room. She could hear it sniffing the air. Most of her focus was on keeping her breath steady and quiet, but she couldn’t help but feel fear as she heard the steps move towards the cabinet. For a brief moment, time seemed to stand still. Then the door was ripped off. She looked up from her knees to meet the silver eyes of a slavering monster. This time she did scream.

It reached out with a hand, long fingers and even longer claws wrapping around her arm. It pulled her out effortlessly, dragging her kicking and screaming out. It was so overwhelmingly strong that she couldn’t pull away in the slightest, though she did bang her legs on the wall. As it pulled her out, its second hand wrapped around her other shoulder. It easily lifted her from the ground and draped her over its shoulder. She used her fists to smack its black furred back, but it didn’t react. Walking on two legs, it carried her a few steps away and laid her onto the ground. She didn’t have any time to try and scramble away before it held her down. She was on her back, left to look up at it as it lowered its head towards her. Certain of her death, she closed her eyes and braced herself.

But instead of jaws around her neck, there was a tugging at her clothes just below. She opened her eyes and looked down to find one of its claws under the rim of her lab coat and undershirt. It pulled downwards, slicing through the clothes while running the back of its claw against her skin. Gently as a sharp blade, it sliced her clothes apart, tracing downwards. She looked downwards to follow the trail, more confused than scared now. As its claw moved further down, she caught a troubling sight between its legs. It was a male. The fact was obvious from the heavy balls sagging down and the big red cock jutting out from his sheath. Was it just aroused by the hunt? But then why was it stripping her instead of eating? Was it her?

Her loins stirred at the thought. An honest to god werewolf that wanted to fuck. It was like one of her fantasies come true. Even the sense of danger, being totally controlled by this wild animal, began to turn kinky in her thoughts. Even so, her only way of getting out of this was to submit to his lusts. He wouldn’t hurt a potential mate...

Her clothes were torn down to her belly button now, so she relaxed her body as a sign of submission. It growled lowly and gently, approving of her relaxation. He had to adjust its claw once it hit the hem of her pants, but found little difficulty in doing so. He sliced her pants through down to the crotch, claw sliding over her tight panties. They were already getting wet. As her pants were split, his claw emerged from between her legs, leaving only the legs and arms of her clothes in place. His paw then rose, brushed aside her shirt, and began to fondle one of her breasts. “Ah...” she sighed in pleasure. He was careful, only using his oversized palm to press into her soft skin, keeping the claws away from her. As he massaged her sensitive spots, she reached down slowly and began to slip off her panties. She managed to get them down and moved aside enough to be out of the way, though they pressed into her uncomfortably.

He let go of her boob and moved his paw to the floor beside her. Now with both on the ground, he moved his lower body up and forward. His canine cock seemed gigantic as it flopped onto her belly. Hot liquid oozed from the tip onto her. Fear rushed through her. It was absurdly well endowed. It wasn’t just long, but thick and veiny too. There was no way it would fit. It looked like something straight out of her porn. She wanted it, badly, but feared that she couldn’t handle it, that he would realize her incompatibility and retaliate. But what choice did she have? She’d take it.

She spread her legs wider and reached down slowly with one hand. She felt the heat before she felt the flesh. Her hand came to rest on the side of his shaft, just below the tip. She looked up when he let out a low rumble. Something resembling a smile was plastered on his muzzle, but it almost looked like he was giving her bedroom eyes with a smirk. But it couldn’t be. He was just an animal, just wanted to spill his seed. He was just a happy dog.

Regardless, she slowly and gently stroked his cock, using her thumb to gather and spread his copious pre for lubrication. He grunted and humped forward a couple times. She looked up from their hips to his face. When she did, his smile curled up into the smug look again. He pulled back, slickened cock slipping from her grasp. He aimed it down slightly and this time it came to rest against her pussy. His tip parted her folds and nearly began to sink into her.

“Oh god...” she whispered. “That is-” He slammed into her, tip bashing against her cervix. “Big!” It hurt from how hard he thrust into her, but the pleasure was well worth it. He was so thick inside of her, his veiny member pressing against sensitive spots she didn’t even know about. She felt ready to squirt all over him just from the single entering motion. Her body shook and quivered, unable to contain the pleasure running wild through her. She wanted to grab onto him, but fear prevented the action. He felt better than anything she’d ever had, even her fantasy dragon toy. The throbbing heat of a real monster cock was mind melting. She could barely believe a wild creature was able to make her feel so wonderful.

He started to pull back, moving roughly as if he had trouble moving inside her. Then, just as powerfully as the first time, he thrust back into her. Her still clothed back slid a bit forward on the linoleum floor, only stopped when her shoulders pushed against his arms. Her lips strained around the girth of the cock sliding back into her. She could take it, but only just. He kept dragging his member out of her only to fiercely thrust it back in, over and over again. It was only getting better for her as her body adapted to his girth. His body let off a large amount of heat, his thick fur keeping it all packed in, wrapping her in a bundle of warmth against the cold lab air. So comfortable was she, that she didn’t even fret when his paws slipped under her back and lifted her off the ground.

He effortlessly raised her and stood at the same time, holding her like she weighed no more than a doll. He then started to use her like one, completely controlling her body as he moved her up and down his cock. Despite being used like a sex toy, she was in heaven. She never knew it, but being dominated so thoroughly was definitely a fetish of hers. The sex only got rougher as he lifted and pushed her along the rhythm of his thrusts. She was quickly becoming aware of just how canid he was as she felt his knot pounding at her lips. She’d always wondered what it would be like to take one, to be so full, to be mated and bred... could he? No, there was too much difference, he couldn’t get her pregnant. Even if she... actually wanted monster babies...

Regardless, when he climaxed, she had to get a sperm sample. Such a thing could help the research effort. And it was coming up quickly. His breath was becoming even more ragged, his pounding losing rhythm. She couldn’t help it anymore, arms lifting and grabbing onto his, holding tight to his fur. She let out a cry of pleasure as her cunny convulsed around him. She just came, hard, all over this beast. “Do it.” She whispered.

He growled, as if he understood, and lifted her up, holding her to his chest and nestling his big head to her neck. With her vertical, he pushed her down by the shoulders onto his knot. It pushed against her lips, strained against them. But it seemed they were too mismatched, his cock too big, her pussy too small. But he was determined, and she didn’t mind. There was a bit of pain from the pressure, but she was rewarded when there was a pop and it slipped inside, bulging out her mound. It would have been uncomfortable, if she wasn’t in the middle of her second orgasm.

His cock pulsed and throbbed inside her, just before the first shot of seed painted her womb white. It was quickly followed by the second and third, each just as potent. She was sure she was impregnated, just from the sheer volume in her womb, yet he kept filling her. When the fourth shot of searing cum hit the back of her womb, she came again, wrapping her arms around him and holding on tight, as tight as her pussy on his knot. Still holding her to his chest, he walked over to the wall and slid down to sit on the floor.

She had plenty of time to enjoy his thick warm fur before his knot came out. He was still cumming, much more slowly now. Once he slipped out, she had to get a sample from her new best friend. Somewhere in the back of her mind, the thought of the recovery team finding her like this existed, but she didn’t really care.