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Brian yawned as he flipped the light switch of his living room on, cracking his neck and stretching and feeling the stiffness in his joints ease a bit, kicking off mud and dirt caked boots. Sighing, Brian yawned again as he took off his jacket and hat. Today was a good long day for him, working on the field of his small homestead, that he called his own, well it wasn't really fields it was more or less a small little clearing near his home where he kept the vegetables he grew and the few farm animals he had and tended to. Yawning again, Brian took his jacket off last and stepped into his homestead.

Heading to the living room, Brian turned on the TV, flipped it to a cooking channel, and went to his kitchen. Opening his fridge, he perused through the various foods he had on offer, most of them from his garden. Grabbing some vegetables and some beef from a cow he'd recently slaughtered, he began working on a beef stew. Cooking, he listened to the tv in the background, not caring much for what it was saying, using it for background noise while he cooked. He then heard something outside the window of his kitchen, stopping from cutting potatoes he looked out it, not seeing anything in the pitch black of the night, not paying it much mind he went back to cooking, when he heard one of his sheep let out a cry, looking up from the cutting board, he ran towards where he kept his shotgun and ran out into the night, looking around he turned on the flashlight that was under his shotguns barrel, and began scanning the area, he heard something move in the distance and he cocked the pump of the shotgun loading a fresh shell into it.

“Hey! If you're one of the townspeople, get out here now!" Brian yelled at the thing in his field, he walked towards it, light trained on it, when he reached the area, he saw a sight he didn't want to see, one of his sheep was dead; and worst of all, the thing was torn to absolute shreds, it was torn inside and out, with its body being thrown about.

“Jesus Christ, what the hell happened to you," Brian said under his breath as he knelt down to his dead sheep, he then heard another sound and picked up his shotgun and pointed it at the source of it, and he nearly jumped out of his skin, standing there clouded in shadow, the only thing giving it any sight was the full moon; silhouetted harshly against the moon, it was atop his roof and looking down upon him. It was like a beast straight out of hell, red eyes shining down upon him. Hands shaking, he pulled the trigger and missed. The creature let out a blood-curdling howl and jumped from his roof, running off into the distance, running towards where it ran off. He let off several shots before it dispersed into the woods away from his property. Hands still shaking, Brian looked around him, and then rushed to his house, locking the door and propping a nearby dresser against it, Brian ran to his room, not caring about his unfinished dinner and barricaded himself inside, gun pointed at the door, he stayed up the entire night until the morning sun was creaking through his window. Taking a moment to gather his thoughts, Brian ventured back into his living room. Seeing it unmolested, he moved the dresser from where it was propped up against the door and walked outside. Looking around, he saw that the coast was clear and he let out a sigh of relief.

He brewed a cup of coffee and tried to wrestle with what he saw last night. He wasn't sure what on God's green earth it was, but it sure as fuck wasn't human. He tried to think what it might be, he didn't get a good look at it, it was too dark and while he saw its figure, that doesn't give him much to go off of, sighing again he downed his coffee and headed outside, he checked on the rest of his flock, sans the one who'd been slaughtered by that beast, the rest of them were perfectly fine, if a bit spooked. Sighing again, Brian tried to think of what to do for the night. This thing would probably come back. Beasts like this didn't leave well enough alone, but he wasn't going to take this damn thing lying down. Heading to his shed, he was going to do everything in his power to fight this thing, and despite his sleep deprivation, he began to work on improvised barricades and other protections, by the time the evening was fast approaching, Brian had managed to make a few barricades and had prepared himself, after a quick power nap, and a lot more coffee, he was prepared having loaded eight 12-gauge buckshot shells into his gun, a side saddle loaded with several more and a bandolier with even more, if he was going down, he was going down fighting.

Soon, night fell, and he had finished his preparations. The moon-now full and high in the sky, shined brightly across his homestead. Looking out he waited for the first sign of the creature, seconds ticked away as he looked out, then he heard a noise not too dissimilar to the one he heard last night, cautiously he walked out into the field, turning just in time when he heard something rush towards him, he managed to fire off a shell towards the creature which it ducked out of the way of, pumping a fresh shell and ejecting the spent one, Brian unloaded another shot, this one finding purchase: in the creatures head.

“HAH! Bullseye you… bastard…." Brian said aloud the words dying in his throat when he saw the creature who at that point had just had its head blown to bits, began to stich its head back as if by magic, sinew and bone began to reform and skin began to become re-grafted upon a skull that had reformed, with a sickening crunch its head had completely reformed and it let out a snarl of rage and anger as Brian took off backwards, firing along as he did. The creature took the brunt of each of these attacks as it rushed towards him. He managed to make it back to his house and shut the door, back against the door, Brian tried to catch his breath, but he didn't get much of a chance as a clawed fist burst through the door, swiping and clawing at him, he ducked under it, loading a new shell into his shotgun he fired at the hand which managed to scare the creature off for the moment. This too was also short lived as it had used the full force of its body to crash through one of the barricaded windows, and in the light of his illuminated living room he saw fully what he was fighting. Towering above him, teeth snarling and sharp, with large claws, was a massive wolf.

Before Brian could act again, the wolf lunged at him, grabbing him by the neck. Brian, choking and sputtering, tried to kick his way out of the grip of the giant lupine beast, to no avail. Its grip was like that of a vice. It then slammed him against the ground knocking even more of the wind out of him, the beast then crept up to him, it growled at him before smelling his scent, then something changed in the creature, and he heard it growl something in his ear.

“MATE!" Its voice was a mix of intense lust and desire that Brian could feel dripping out of its body. Only when he was still could he see. This werewolf was female. It had breasts and a dripping wet snatch. He could also smell something off the beast, a musky heady smell that seemed to have… other effects on him. He could feel his cock grow erect and hard.

“N-No what the fu-" Brian's words were cut off when the beast shoved its long canine tongue into his, he tried to fight back, beating his fists against her chest, to no avail as she violated his mouth with hers, removing her tongue from Brian's mouth he let out a cough as he tried to breathe again, only for the creature to French him even more. His cock, which had already gotten hard against his will was even more rock hard, the sensation of being forced French-kissed like this, not like any he'd ever experienced. And again, in vain, he tried to get out of the beast's grip.

“WANT MATE!" The beast growled again harsher than ever as it began to rip off his clothes with roughness, he could feel her claws tear into his clothing, and he knew that if she wanted, she could eviscerate him with ease, soon he was completely nude, his cock twitching and throbbing, his heart was beating hard and fast against his chest. The creature looked at his cock and it had a smile that could send shivers down even the most stoic person's spine, the creature then pushed him hard against the ground, she then lined her dripping wet cunt up with his cock, and in one quick motion impaled herself on him. The beast let out a howl; a howl that was a mix of lust and rapid ferocity. The giant she-wolf lifted her hips and before Brian's cock was completely out of her cunt, she slammed her hips down again, nearly knocking the wind out of him. Rising again, the best began to ride him fast and hard, not caring about how he felt. Moans mixed with snarls filled the air as the beast continued to fuck him.

“F-F-fuck!" Brian cursed out as he tried to ignore that he was being raped by a giant werewolf, tried to ignore how much he was enjoying the creature's cunt, how the heat and tightness was making him moan, he was trying to keep his mind off this and more. But this was becoming harder and harder to do, the way the pleasure was surging through him. The werewolf noticed this and leaned down towards him while still riding him, and growled in his ears again.

“MATE MINE!" she said as she frenched him again, forcing her elongated canine tongue deep in his mouth. His body against his will moaned in pleasure as his hips began to buck and push against the wolf's deep cunt. The wolf began to ride him harder and harder and faster and faster, riding him as hard as she could, drawing moans from both of them, Brian could feel himself about to cum, his cock twitching and throbbing even more, the wolf seemed to realize this as she kissed him one last time before he moaned and came inside her. Thick ropes of seed flooded into the giant she-wolves' womb, coating it deeply as she let out a howl mixed with a moan as she came herself. Breathing heavily and now thoroughly tired, Brian passed out.

When he awoke, Brian looked around his house. At first, he tried to play what happened to him as just a sleep deprivation induced nightmare, but the broken door, window were too real, and too apparent to be a dream. Dusting himself off, he tried to forget what had happened that night. He hadn't seen that… beast since then, and just figured it was a one-off occurrence. Until one night while asleep he heard something enter his room, looking up, he saw those piercing red eyes, staring down at him, he tried to scream but he felt the creature cover his mouth, he then saw her belly, it was larger than normal: she was pregnant, no doubt with his child. She then grabbed his hand, placing it upon her pregnant belly. He felt the kick of his unborn child.

“MATE." The creature growled in his ear.