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Story contains very mild violence (scratching), along with themes of fear and humiliation. This isn't a werewolf you'd want to cuddle with.

One of my favorite commissions I've completed so far. Werewolf stories are always a blast to write. Enjoy!

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Weekend shifts had their perks (no one in the office, besides my boss, of course), but jumping into one of the VR pods while comfortable, didn’t have the same relaxation factor as my couch at home. Those cushions holding me up like a dentist’s chair wouldn’t matter in a few seconds anyways as I loaded up the client’s warehouse and punched 60 minutes into the pod’s timer.

The canopy lid came down and the usual boot sequence initiated. I had no clue why the boss wanted me in the sim for an hour just to look for clipping issues and collision glitches. I’d be finished in 15 minutes, max.

There must have been a mistake. When the warehouse environment finished rendering, not only was the time set to midnight, but the entire building looked ransacked and abandoned. Shelves laid on their sides. Wooden boxes looked like they had been tossed all around the aisles, or smashed to pieces. Only a few devilish and foreboding red emergency lights still functioned. The only other source of light was moonlight streaming in from the shattered skylights.

I was totally disoriented. I knew where the master shutoff was in the correct map, but here, I was better off hunkering down and waiting out than risk cutting myself on rusted metal or broken glass — That was, until I heard the first howl.

The warehouse was unusually warm, but my blood iced up instantly. Not only was it close, but the canine call sounded deeper, more feral than one from a stoic grey wolf.

What the hell had I loaded into?

I heard one of the warehouse’s windows shatter, and I immediately bolted. I wasn’t about to become some freakishly large wolf’s meal. The darkness combined with the unfamiliar prop placement made running for my life almost completely impossible. I kept bumping into stray boxes in the aisles, and found some common paths blocked by debris.

The most significant betrayal came from my own clothing, however. I turned a corner too fast into a dimly lit aisle which looked clear, until my next stride, when my sandal caught onto a fallen pipe.

Not only did the fall hurt, but my stupid shoe flung the metal pipe, causing as huge clattering racket. I turned and tried to recover, but realized I had backed myself into a dead end, with fully stacked shelves on all sides besides where I had come from.

It approached.

The creature walked on two feet, but with each heavy footfall, came the distinct scrape of claws-on-concrete.

I saw its eyes, oh, its terrible eyes.

Down at the end of the aisle, blocking my only exit, were two pale glowing orbs at least 10 feet off the ground. They zeroed in on me, and then began to move rapidly, straight towards me.

The man-wolf hybrid got down on all-fours and stampeded down the lane, trampling and smashing through packaging boxes like they were made of twigs. I imagined the beast would do similar things to my body before devouring me.

My chest raced as those deathly white eyes grew larger and larger, dipping up and down with each powerful stride. I’d spent thousands of hours in VR, but in that moment of overwhelming, visceral fear, my body ceased fighting, accepting its painful demise.

Before it pounced, it paused and stood straight up in the white and red light. I got my first and possibly last look at the massive beast, a werewolf, I knew now. Scruffy black fur coated the canine’s powerful chest, legs, and long, muscled arms. The black claws at the edges of both its forepaws and footpaws I pictured slicing me open like a snack.

Its head angled directly down at me, ears forward, lips and jaw creeping open as the wolf licked its sharp canines with a thick red tongue.

It curled its lips and growled as its neck began to creep down into a lunge. I gasped and closed my eyes, waiting for the pain to come, but it didn’t.

It’s two inhumanely muscled arms slammed into the concrete floor on both sides of me, while its legs spread and flanked my own. The werewolf pushed its snout around my stomach, sniffing me aggressively. It was just savoring the scent of its next meal, I thought.

It moved up my round body, quickly investigating my chest, neck, and face with its wet snout. When it finished going through the brown hair on my head it snorted and moved back down to my neck where I swore it was going to bite. Instead, it licked the pale, freshly shaved skin, growling into my ear afterwards.

I wondered why it continued to put off an admittedly appetizing meal like myself (More meat on these bones than most), until I looked down to see why I felt warm moisture against my leg.

The “it” I had been pinned by was very much a “he,” I learned.

The canine’s red veined shaft, which looked to be the width of my arm, had partially emerged from its bag-like sheath. The reproductive organ’s budding tip dribbled thick droplets of clear-grey liquid onto my leg.

I had hardly any time to mentally process that this horrifically deadly canine beast was now spreading its precum all over my leg before it lifted one of its paws and curled its clawed thumb towards my face and lips. I looked up to see the wolf once again baring its teeth, growling firmly, as it pushed its warm padded thumb against my mouth.

I reluctantly opened my lips, opting not to give the beast any reason to bash my face in, and the wolf instantly pushed the rugged digit inside. The thumb twice the size of my own clumsily pushed around the inside of my mouth, almost like it was checking for something, sharp teeth, resistance, or otherwise. My tongue was effortlessly shoved aside and my jaw pushed as far open as it could go. Thankfully, or at least as lucky as my situation allowed, the claw attached to the end of its probing finger only poked my gums a few uncomfortable times, never cutting or hurting me seriously. The bright pale eyes stared me down through the entire inspection, daring me to bite its furred, dirt-tasting finger or fight back.

I didn’t. I knew better. The wolf had decided to keep me alive, for now. It wasn’t like I could just ask why exactly. What I did know was that the beast was firmly in control as it rooted around my mouth.

Finally, it withdrew its digit, and sat up while spreading its thighs apart. As much as I wanted to, it was difficult to ignore the growing member between his legs, and the hefty orbs which hung below it. I worried I might’ve been more than just dinner to this hybrid creature.

To my surprise, it moved off of me…! Almost. It took two steps forward, until its legs were up to my chest.

It was quite an unfortunate angle.

The beasts dripping cock drooped down under its weight and pressed against my lips. I thought for a moment it was just by coincidence, until I tried to turn my head to the side to avoid the creatures overwhelming salty pre, and the beast growled at me.

It was a warning. The position was intentional.

My stomach twisted into a knot as the pieces came together. I wasn’t this beast’s meal (at least for the moment), I was being reduced to something even more pitiful: a living sex toy.

It all felt so wrong in my mind. I never wanted to be this close to another male’s cock, let alone a werewolf’s! But just the initial taste of the beast’s pre was already seared into my memory. That thick, slimy, salty stuff that was so pungent, I couldn’t get it off my tongue.

The werewolf began pushing its hips down, roughly grinding its warm shaft against my lips, his chest rumbling with the promise of imminent pleasure. He knew I would give in and open my mouth for him to use and violate. He knew I had no choice.

I considered my options again: Resisting this werewolf, stoking its rage and probably exiting the simulation with the sensation of several gruesome and fatal injuries, or sacrificing my pride and letting this perverted beast have its way.

And so I complied, and the wolf took advantage. The moment my mouth opened, the beast pulled back and wedged the crown of his malehood between my jaws. It soured my taste buds with layers of punchy musk of layered earth and sweat. Not satisfied with just the tip, he immediately thrusted, shoving over half of the canine cock across my tongue.

My neck struggled to absorb the recoil.

I took as much as I could of the werewolf attempting to cram his cock into an objectively unsuitable hole. He pushed my head down into the ground and squeezed three-quarters of his emerged length into my throat. The creature ceased his effort at the very top of my esophagus. I held my breath as much as I could and tried not to gag.

I groaned into his shaft. It was by no means comfortable. My jaw already ached, and the cold concrete floor behind my head was unforgiving, especially once the werewolf inevitably began to thrust.

The werewolf had its own agenda. It pulled itself out of my mouth completely and stepped back. For a second, I thought it was showing mercy. Then I remembered what I was dealing with.

It grabbed me from the front by my generous love handles and effortlessly lifted me up off the ground, putting me down on my knees. The hunched creature absolutely towered over me still. Once it stepped forward, my vision was again filled with his dripping red canine cock. We both knew where it would be going.

Wasting little time, the werewolf’s meaty paw grabbed my head and held me still while it pushed itself back into my mouth like he owned it. He practically did. My jaw was forced open and my tongue again begrudgingly mingled with the savage invader’s tool. It was humiliating being put into such a powerless and exploitative position.

I thought the upright angle would be more comfortable. It was, just not for me. With my head in his hand and nothing but the humid midnight air behind me, the werewolf began using my skull like a cheap fleshlight. I was slid back and forth along the creature’s shaft while it stood perfectly still.

I looked up to see the wolf’s eyes weren’t even focused on me. He gazed straight ahead with his muzzle hung open, panting wet air into the night. Now that I had submitted, it was like I didn’t even exist to him anymore. He was getting himself off. I was just a disposable prop accelerating the process.

I could taste his wretched precum spilling into my mouth each time his shaft throbbed. I watched in horror as the sheath receded completely and revealed the wolf’s signature tie. With each meaty bulb the size of my fist, fitting them both into my mouth was impossible. The werewolf would try though, I knew already.

Saliva and pre trickled down my chin now, trailing off onto my shirt. I could feel the speed of his paw on my head picked up. Excited snarls and growls replaced the benign panting from earlier. The wolf’s urgency to relieve his feral load arrived.

The lust-driven beast released my head from its grasp, and instead grabbed ahold of my shoulders, stepping forward until its chest arched over me. This was going to hurt.

Now the wolf did the work, driving forward its hips and fucking my face with unbridled savagery. My meek little moans escaped through the creases between my slimy lips and the wolf’s raw male need. The two heavy testicles swung and slapped against my neck. They wouldn’t be nearly as weighty once this wolf was finished with me.

I felt like I was going to wake up at any moment, not in the VR Pod, but on my couch. I refused to believe I was actually spending my Saturday getting face-fucked by a 10-foot werewolf at work. The pain in my jaw was almost unbearable now, and yet the nightmare never ended.

The beast’s rough grip on my shoulders tore into my shirt, shredding the fabric and scarping my skin. The thrusts became erratic, and his noises unpredictable. I took it the wolf was near its limit. I worried to imagine what the savage creature would do once it lost all control in the most feral orgasm I would ever witness. I’d know soon enough.

I looked up again to see the wolf staring down at me, its mouth still hung open, but now in the shape of a wicked smirk. This beast wasn’t feral like I suspected. No, it knew exactly what it had done by pinning me down and forcing its cock into me, which made the situation all the more humiliating. He’d shown absolute dominance over me, and I submitted to him without a fight. A long trail of his saliva dripped down from his lulling tongue to my forehead, as if my face wasn’t slick enough with spit already.

The wolf’s thrusts became short, fast, and vigorous. He was edging himself at the top of my throat. I braced myself against his legs by grabbing a handful of the long and tangled black fur. I could feel the muscles in those limbs tensing like there were about to explode. Suddenly, they did.

A few spasmic bucks I had no way of refusing accompanied a deep guttural snarl. The muscles in his legs twitched like an electric current passed through them. I felt that current, though it wasn’t exactly electric. My tongue felt the liters of hot spunk pumping through the werewolf’s breeding prick, before tasting a gush of the thick slimy liquid flooding down my throat.

I swallowed once, twice, three times, and totally failed to keep up. I tried to block the wolf’s erupting urethra with my tongue, but the overstimulation only caused the beast to bark and reflexively buck again, pummeling my tongue out of the way.

With nowhere else to go in my overfilled mouth, the canine’s semen gushed from my lips and down my neck. It stained my tattered shirt and embedded the creature’s musk into the fabric, likely never to wash out.

Satisfied with how he’d wrecked my mouth, the werewolf growled and removed his cock from the mouth he’d claimed for himself.

I keeled over and coughed up his cum onto the pavement. Stars filled my vision. I felt my consciousness flicker. Lucky for both of us, I succeeded in clearing my windpipe, and gulped down enough of sex-saturated air to stay awake.

Still on my knees, I looked up in a dazed stare at the beast. He was gazing back at me with those same pale eyes. He wasn’t as guarded as he was when he’d pinned me initially, and I realized why: He’d won. As unassuming as my pear-shaped body was, when he had stalked me, his instincts marked me as a potential danger, or even, competition. Now though, after pinning me to the ground, gagging me on his cock, and painting me with his pups, I was no longer a threat in his mind. Essentially, he’d made me his bitch.

His heavy male scent and salty taste pervaded my entire world, whereas hours before, the only semen I found acceptable to touch me was my own. Accepting that the beast before me could maul me at any moment whether I resisted or not, I broke eye contact and wiped my face on my cum-soaked shirt. It couldn’t remove the smell, but at least I’d live without the mess of saliva and sperm covering my cheeks. My shirt in reality was perfectly clean, but I’d never see that exact linen the same away again.

When I looked beyond to see the wolf, though, he was gone.

By this point, knowing where the beast was in the warehouse was less terrifying than not. He couldn’t have gotten far. Sure enough, seconds later, I heard his heavy breathing just an arm’s length to my rear. Next, I felt his savage paw push into my back, shoving me over so that I had to catch myself with my arms.

I couldn’t bend my head back far enough to see what the wolf was doing while I sat in the vulnerable position. I felt it instead. A rush of cool air against the back of my pants from the wolf’s wet nose made me flinch. He sniffed at the area where the sun didn’t shine. Unfortunately, wolfs were nocturnal creatures.

I already knew where this was going, and I hated it.

The werewolf stepped over my ass and planted his paws into the ground past my shoulders. His massive form completely covered me. I could hear the same lustful grumble in his chest he’d emanated just before humping my face, and a heavy shaft-like object coming to rest on my upright ass only confirmed my suspicions. He wanted to mount his new bitch.

Again, I had the choice of defying the terrifying creature, maybe with a kick right in that overgrown groin, and accepting a painful end to my shift, or simply giving in and accepting my place as this wolf’s new breeding mount. Despite the extreme circumstances, the decision felt easier this time.

What was wrong with me?

I reached back and squirmed out of my shorts, followed by my boxers. It felt so wrong to make myself vulnerable to a creature capable of breaking me instantly, but the situation was so out of control, getting bred by a werewolf seemed more logical than being eaten by one.

Before I even kicked off my boxers, the werewolf seized me. Both its meaty claws wrapped around my soft and chubby hips, lifting them up so it could smear my ass with its cum-soaked shaft. His hot and rough girth spread my cheeks apart and dragged across my perilously undersized and virgin asshole. I bit my lip.

I had no idea how anal sex was supposed to work, but I assumed it involved some degree of warmup. I’d never put anything inside myself before, nor desired to. The werewolf did not care for any of these facts. Instead, he held me by the sides and humped against my ass, slowly at first, getting faster, and faster. It was coming. He humped and humped, his excited chest grumbles growing louder.

I begged that my untrained asshole would hold back the canine’s member, forcing this menacing creature to just get off through some other masturbatory means, but this was a 10-ft tall werewolf capable of lifting my entire car. It was going to get in eventually, no matter how painful.

The wolf aimed its cock right at my entrance and slammed its hips down. I winced. I could feel just the tip of the werewolf’s bitch-breaker wedged into my tight opening. For the wolf, it wasn’t enough. He grunted in frustration like a sex-spoiled brat and pulled back. I knew the next attempt would be even more intense, and it was.

The creature growled this time as it drove itself down. My weaker body yielded.

I screamed, a lot. The searing pain of having my ass forced open so fast and so wide was mind shattering. Nothing in my life compared to the discomfort the wolf so greedily shoved into me.

His cock slammed right against and past my prostate, giving me an unexpected jolt and mixing my cries of pain with shallow moans of an unknown pleasure.

And he just kept going.

The wolf pushed past my usual limit and into my gut. I lowered my neck to see a cock-shaped protrusion in my soft belly. He was that deep. Just as I felt like he’d reach my stomach, I felt the relieving bump of a hard canine knot against my hole. I was saved, for now.

Another lucky break: The werewolf paused, probably to take in the pleasure of just sinking inside such a tight hole. The burning part of the pain started to subside, leaving just the discomfort of having 10-inches of cock inside my ass. I looked up see my canine suitor panting heavily, his eyes half-lidded, almost relaxed. The momentary quiet didn’t last.

His grip on my mid-section tightened, and his claws dug into my sides, cutting skin. I hissed at the pain, but he was just getting started. The enormous body above me drew back a few inches, before slamming right back inside. The amount of friction against my internals made my mind go blank. I was so deep in the sensation of being so brutally bred, I lost my sense of time and space. At that point, I was just along for the ride, and it was a wild one.

Soon, the werewolf found its rhythm (without asking for my opinion, of course). It was fast enough to keep my nerves constantly on edge, but slow enough to keep my ass from breaking entirely. All I could do was whine and moan at the wolf who held me helplessly in its grasp.

The werewolf met my pathetic cries with a thunderous growl, shaking the shelves and pipes surrounding us. He leaned his head all the way down to the ground next to my ear and snarled viciously. The noise made my chest tight and reinforced my role as nothing more than a cocksleeve to the beast.

The wet squelches of the wolf’s tool repetitively stretching out my ass slowed. I thought for a minute he had grown bored of me, but no, he simply wanted a better angle.

The savage wolf reached down to the boxers holding my ankles close together and sliced them in half with his claw. The two pieces of sweat covered clothe separated, and my legs flew open. While I was unable to fit the werewolf between my stretched out legs, it did allow the beast to lift my ass further off the ground, and in return, shoving my face right into the ground like the conquered I was.

Even with a better angle, the werewolf continued to stoop over my body and got back right back to pleasing himself with it. I instantly noticed a difference. With the new angle, every thrust brought a jolt of strange pleasure to my loins. I’d read about the male prostate before, but was never interested in finding it for myself. Intentional or not, he’d found a sweet spot in there. He began driving into and past the organ ravenously, panting and growling as he fucked me faster and faster.

A new pressure started to emerge in my own body, this one totally my own. I looked underneath myself to see my cock fully erect, flaying up and down each time the wolf went deep. The arousal was so foreign, so uninvited, but there it was. I could already see the pre leaking onto the concrete, likely forced by the continued abuse against my prostate, but… I didn’t want it to stop.

Despite all the rough treatment from the wolf, and the careless way he treated me, I was beginning to enjoy myself, or my body was at least. My heterosexual brain was still horrified by the entire situation, ready for the simulation to end and to put the entire incident behind me, but some other part of me, something deeply primitive, wanted the wolf to continue its sexual pillage.

The semen-rich testicles now slapping against my undercarriage were bound to do plenty of pillaging in just a few minutes. The only remaining unknown was the bulbous tie slamming harder and harder against my asshole at the peak of every single thrust. The werewolf was certainly going to try again. I feared this time it would succeed.

I could sense the shift when it happened. The collected, timed thrusts from the wolf shifted into more erratic and frenzied bucks. It came across as primally desperate– A carnal desire on the brink of satisfaction. His breathing quickened, and became ragged and coarse.

My mind raced at the suspense at whether the pod’s timer would go off before the beast finished. I didn’t want him to finish in me, the ultimate humiliation for someone of my orientation, but at the same time, the reptilian part of my brain begged to see it through, to take in the full experience of being an unwilling mate to a werewolf. I felt myself on the brink of orgasm as well. All I needed was a little more. The knot was the gruesome key.

A new tactic: The werewolf released his right paw from my side and forced my head back into the ground. At the same time, it bucked a few times to edge itself before giving one tremendous push with its knot, desperately trying to tie me. Fail. Fail. Fail…

One final attempt, and it worked. The piston-like hips of the werewolf broke through, sending his knot right into my gut. I gasped and spasmed, squirming desperately as my body naturally attempted to escape the impossible ball of male stuffed inside. There was no escape, made certain with how large the knot inflated the moment it secured itself.

My weakened voice whined one last time in a pathetic cry of pleasure and submission. My own testicles tightened. Clear-white ropes appeared on the floor beneath me. The edges in my vision darkened. Consciousness faded.

The werewolf woke me up instantly with a climactic howl of conquest. The whole building rattled at the sound of an overgrown canine finding its tie and finally filling a hole.

The two canine balls pressed against my butt began to contract, and the shaft inside my gut started to pulse. My stomach grew a noticeable bump and felt heavier than it already was. The sensation continued to intensify, but I was helpless, and the werewolf just kept coming. His howl met its end, and instead whined and barked, tugging and thrusting on the knot which tied us together in a greedy attempt to milk every ounce of pleasure he could from my decimated body.

He had sure milked something from himself. As he thrusted, I could feel his doomed offspring sloshing around in my stomach.

I looked up again at the wolf who’d taken me, ravaged me, bred me full an impossible amount. His savage eyes gleamed back, not as a predator, but as a superior. He’d shown me my place, and now, I belonged to him.

An alarm in the building went off, maybe the security system. I looked around from my knotted position, but when I did, noticed how the world unrendered in front of me. Time was up.

I opened my eyes and immediately punched the timer to stop. It took a second to comprehend what had just happened. My body was drenched in sweat, and I’d made a mess of my pants. There would have to be some story about spilling coffee if anyone caught me on the way to the restroom.

Before I did anything, I opened up the pod’s replay feature and searched for the latest session. I found it, but before I could hit delete, my body froze. Someone had already started the download.