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Upon a Moonlit Night..

The rider traversed the narrow path – cursing his decision. Why did he not listen when he was told not to travel the woods at night, let alone a moonlit night, even worse a night of the full moon.

Its brilliant white light cast shadows of the trees on the path ahead as he urged his mount to hasten. He could hear them closer now – a pack had caught his scent and the sounds of his passage about half a mile back and they were gaining fast.

A bark followed by a howl caused his heart to race further – how soon until they were upon him. Suddenly he saw a low branch ahead and as his horse passed under, he was able to reach up and grasp it – hoisting himself to safety. His horse startled by the loss of weight on its back stopped and whinnied, and it was enough for a grey ghost to move around the tree and grasp its halter.

At least the rider was safe for now as the pack milled about under the tree. There were five of them of varying sizes – from being on two legs or on four. From his vantage amongst the branches, he could see everything and watched in horror at the fate of his mount.

His horse bucked and cried as the wolf at the halter pulled it down, and then another wolf darted under its belly and grasped it's hind hoofs. His horse now immobilized sweated and rolled its eyes – panting frantically awaiting it's fate.

The largest wolf – at least 8 foot tall stalked into the moonlight, looking up and sneering at the rider. Then it moved around behind the horse and grabbed it's tail – lifting it out of the way. The horse.. no the Mare!! Stood exposed... it's lips winking in the light. The wolf then knelt and… pressed it broad muzzle against its cunt and snuffed noisily. Then to the rider's horror it started to lick. Placing it's clawed hands on either side of the mare's hind quarters it buried it's muzzle into the folds, it jaws parting as it thrust it's tongue into the velvet tunnel.

The rider watched the bestial display – he had heard that these wolves were demons, practicing demonic magic and bloody rituals in the night but this. This obscenity to the senses!!

The Wolf now stood up and… HE!! – It's maleness now rampant from wherever it hid on the beast's belly - once more glance up to the rider as if mocking him again turned and mounted the mare.

Now the rider understood the meaning of the other wolf grasping the mares hind feet. It was not to stop her from escaping but to hold her down. This Wolf – obviously the Leader gave a massive thrust that almost lifted the mare off the ground. In a savage motion he buried his maleness deep within her folds. The mare gave a startled breathless whinny at the penetration but the wolf gave no heed as he thrust and groaned.. twisting his hips from side to side as if to try and bury himself deeper. Growling and snarling he rutted hard – his hind feet stamping on the bare earth in ecstasy till with a roar he shuddered signifying his release. He stilled for a moment – his tail twitching in response to the powerful spurts then moved back.

The rider could see the junction between the wolf and his mare.. as the wolf pulled back the mares cunt seem to move back with him, the lips bulging from the pressure inside until a large mass popped from the mare. Now the rider understood – these wolves were like the domestic dogs in the village who got stuck on their females.. Except this wolf was Much MUCH larger..

He rested for a moment and then gestured to the wolf underneath holding the mare's hooves. This wolf was much smaller and slenderer than the leader. The leader seemed to be encouraging the smaller wolf to mount the mare as well. The youngster moved behind and rested his fore paws.. Hands.. on the mare's rump and started to thrust erratically till the leader stopped him. Helping him the leader manhandled the mare back near some exposed roots and the smaller wolf was able to stand on them. After a few thrusts the leader reached down between them and gripped the smaller male's penis – positioning him at the mare's opening.

Now the smaller wolf could mate, and he did with all the enthusiasm of a first timer. Frantic whines, moans... foot paws scrabbling to get a better aim - but it was over in a minute. The youngster panting and spasming over the mare and the leader seeming to be whispering praise to him.

As the youngster moved back another wolf eagerly took his place on the mare and so the cycle continued. Whines, roars, and howls filled the night as wolf after wolf slaked it's lust upon the poor animal.

The rider watched all of this – praying that the wolves would be satisfied with the mare, praying that he was not too cursed for seeing this spectacle... and vowing to sell the mare at the next village lest there was an offspring from this unholy union.

Finally the wolves seemed to be done, and the leader mounted the mare one last time – glaring up at the rider as if to say “Be fortunate it was your Horse.. Not You!".. and then like ghosts in the forests they slipped away.

The rider waited a while – listening to the barks and howls receding in the distance and made his way down to the ground. Checking the mare, she seemed to have suffered no injury other than some scratches on her hide, and an abused cunt that dripped demonic spawn. Climbing up into the saddle he continued his journey – praying that he did not encounter another wolf pack on the way.