The Pack’s Bitch
By pinknectar.
A few dozen acres tended daily by their staff, and on that land sprouted nearly every crop one could imagine, almost without effort. Maggie was, in turn, never in want for anything. The only thing she wasn’t allowed to have, however, was a boyfriend, especially not one like Jacob Smith. Jacob’s a handsome boy born and bred in the hills of Montana who recently moved into the neighboring area with his family. They were poor, uneducated, and had no prospects in life aside from toiling over the same ground for a pittance every day until they were dead.
If you placed Maggie and Jacob next to each other, you could claim they were polar opposites. Though that bothered Maggie not, all she cared about was how handsome her suitor was and how much she knew it would anger her stuffy old father. She even considered giving the boy her purity, though deep down the girl knew that was mostly just a filthy little fantasy to send a shiver up her own spine.
Truthfully, the two had never come close to any such debauchery, despite lots of hand-holding and whispering into each other’s ears late at night in the cover of darkness. She still reminisced on the idea as she went. Thoughts of Jacob’s rough hands on her bare skin drawing pools of heat to her lower half, which made her cheek glow hot with instinctual embarrassment, as it was hardly proper for ladies to imagine such things.
The moon watched over her on her short walk, glowing brightly enough to illuminate her path although she had walked it so many times by now, Maggie was sure she could navigate it blindfolded. Nothing at all seemed amiss about tonight’s trip, and just as her feet began to grow weary she spotted the big white farmhouse growing into view just beyond the trees she stubbed her toe on a large rock poking out of the dirt. With a quiet yelp, she hit her knees and immediately felt her scuffed palms begin to bleed.
How she would explain that to her parents, she did not yet know. Nor would the dirt on her dress be so easy to explain away. During the day, either her Ma or Pa or the hired help always watched her rather closely if one of them was unavailable. Had she simply fallen outside, someone would have already known about it. She would have to hide the dress and worry about her hands later, decided Maggie as she rose and scurried into the trees, hands working on the buttons and clasps on her garment.
The light pink frilled fabric fell away easily and left behind just her underpinnings, which while not especially revealing in their own right left the teenager feeling quite exposed. A gentle breeze tousled both the crisp white chamois she wore as well as Maggie’s unfastened waist-length blonde hair. Throwing the thick, curled locks back over her shoulders, Maggie used her foot to shove aside a rather large pile of leaves and muck from the forest floor in which to bury her ruined dress.
Just as she bent over to rearrange the foliage on top of the clothing, a hot puff of air followed by a single drop of thick, warm fluid caressed her bare shoulder. A strangled cry died in her throat as pictures of rabid wolves and wild dogs sped through her mind followed by the grisly death that surely awaited her inside their jaws.
“You humans think you own the entire world, don’t you?” an unimaginably deep, husky voice said from behind her.
Her heart was racing now, and she thought she might piss down her leg, but managed to restrain herself and sit entirely still instead. Here she was, trapped on all fours, in the forest too far from home for anyone to hear her scream. Maggie knew the odds were against her now. Whatever demon or robber or animal this was, she had no hope of getting away unscathed or perhaps even alive.
“Stupid little trespasser,” the voice grunted matter of fact, and then Maggie felt a powerful hand grip the entirety of her neck, pointed claws digging uncomfortably into her flesh.
It squeezed too tightly to allow her to make a sound, yanking her to her feet and spinning her to face whatever it was that was about to kill her. Rather than a man, as she had begun to expect, it was something entirely more horrible. A seven and a half foot tall humanoid beast stood before her, clenching her tiny pale neck in its hand while a snarling face stared down at her.
“W-Werewolf…” she choked out before the beast swung its free fist into the side of her head and sent her consciousness spinning into darkness.
While it may have been hours or days later, it felt like mere moments for Maggie. She peeled her eyes open to see a field of bright stars staring back at her, lying in the middle of a clearing with trees all around. Her ears rang, but could just slightly pick up the sound of dozens of feet pacing around her. Maggie’s mind swam with visuals, the last thing she was able to remember was an enormous figure with a wolf’s face, exactly like the creatures she’d heard of in old storybooks found in her mother’s library.
Before she was able to make any further sense of it, the same figure came into her vision again, and it was just as alien as the first time she’d seen it. A hulking, two-legged beast that resembled a wolf all the way down to the glowing yellow eyes and dark pelt of fur. It’s only human-like features was its posture, although quite hunched over still, and the elongated hands it had instead of normal front paws.
As soon as it noticed she was awake and stirring, it stormed to her side, and one of those hands was around her already sore neck. This time it leaned down and sniffed at her tear-streaked face, looking almost as if it was smiling. She could still hear others pacing in the background, although now they were chattering amongst themselves excitedly. The werewolf’s long pink tongue snaked out and carved a path in the dirt and sticky tears on her cheek, causing her to squeeze her eyes shut and let out a choked sob.
“Trespasser…” It was the same voice as before the same werewolf. “See what happens to trespassers and then they go run and tell someone, so they can lock you up with the lunatics and murderers,” the voice snarled, hooking a single claw into the front of her rumpled chamois and raking it down to easily split the garment in half.
Maggie’s nipples hardened in the cool air, her modest breasts bouncing as she cried and squirmed uselessly under the animal’s grasp. The others were getting more excited now, a few of them even howling into the night sky just exactly the same way as she’d heard outside her bedroom window before. The girl couldn’t speak, couldn’t scream, only cry silently as she was pressed into the cold dirt and rotting leaves.
Her captor didn’t say anymore, his eyes were fixed on her twisting body. After a second of watching her squirm and try to cover her modesty with her hands, he set to work. The tongue that had just bathed her face now lapped between her tits, gathering the cold sweat there as if it were a delicacy, while his free hand snatched up both of hers and held them above her head. She felt his tongue graze her left nipple and cried out weakly when she felt her body respond to it, but it was too late, and he had noticed her reaction.
With a growl, the beast lapped aggressively at first one nipple and then the other, ignoring her pleas and the bucking of her hips to try to wrestle free. Maggie was panting now, her eyes had come open, and she was staring down at the monstrosity as its giant tongue encircled nearly her entire breast, sending electric shocks to her groin the likes of which she had never experienced.
Eventually, her breathing calmed, and the werewolf removed his hand from her throat, to which she responded with gulping in a massive breath of air after what felt like ages of only being able to bring in short gasps. By this time, the beast knew she wasn’t going anywhere. Her entire torso was drenched in saliva, and while he had gone nowhere near her pussy, she could see the dampness glistening on her pubic hair in the moonlight.
Soon enough, the licking migrated from her tits to her belly, which was sensitive too unbeknownst to Maggie, and then to her hips and thighs and even her feet. Never once did the animal travel too near her pussy, for which she was grateful. Maggie knew better than to try and escape, so instead, she stared up at the moon and prayed for it to be over soon. The creatures were just trying to scare her, and by God, it had worked.
The wolves milling about in the woods just beyond her view hadn’t stopped their excited yips and howls, though, and seemed to only grow more excited as time wore on. Just as Maggie’s fear had begun to subside and be replaced with exhaustion, her torture was started all over again as the werewolf snatched her neck again and flipped her onto her stomach with the ease a child would toss a doll. Maggie wailed and tried to get her feet under her to run, but the animal was too strong for her, and before she had time to beg for her life, she felt that same familiar tongue bury itself in her sopping pussy.
He wasn’t gentle, and no matter how hard she wriggled, she could not move. The long rough tongue battered her virgin lips, savoring the flavor of her wetness and fear, and she swore she could feel it push its way inside her just a bit. The more she resisted, the more violent the licking became, and within minutes, Maggie’s poor pussy was sore and overly sensitive, just like if she had gone on an all-day horseback ride. She began pleading quietly with the animal between her legs to stop, that she’d learned her lesson, though she didn’t know if he’d hear with her face planted in the dirt.
Just as she thought, she would die if it continued. The werewolf turned its attention to her tight little pink asshole and finally left her battered cunt alone. The cold night air prickled against her overworked skin, and she could feel her pulse throb in her engorged clit. He was none the gentler on her asshole, however, although it was a bit less sensitive to pain than her pussy and if she really thought about it, the assault on her ass almost felt nice.
As the onslaught continued, Maggie felt herself instinctually arching her back and pressing her hips higher into the air, her thighs came apart almost upon instinct, and soon she realized that the monster was becoming gentler the more she relaxed. Escape still on her mind, she decided to do an experiment.
Maggie threw her legs wide apart and wriggled herself into her captor’s eager mouth, allowing herself a quiet moan when his tongue overshot her now gaping pussy hole and grazed the aching clit below it. Instead of responding with a vicious tongue lashing, he removed himself entirely from her with a grunt. Perhaps it was only fun for him if she resisted, she thought for a moment, head still painfully pressed into the ground.
A moment later, she felt the hot, wet tip of his tongue resting on the battered skin of her ass cheek and she froze as it traveled down her crack, over her twitching anus, and between her swollen pussy lips. It was rigid and not quite the same texture as last time, though she didn’t know what it could be. She wasn’t allowed to watch the farm animals breed on the farm, and so the logistics of sex were something of a mystery to her.
The werewolf didn’t speak again, but she felt his enormous body engulf her tiny pale one as two hairy hands landed heavily on either side of her head to steady himself, and with her pussy and ass still spread wide to him, the pressure grew between her legs where she now realized was not his tongue at all. Almost as if he realized that she was growing wise to the situation, a single hand flew to her waist to hold her still beneath his powerful body.
The hot, slick tip of his cock danced at the entrance to her pussy for a brief moment, and before she had time to cry out, it slammed into her. Maggie felt a sharp, painful pop inside herself and was instantly sure she would die, but instead of death’s cold embrace, all she felt was the thick throbbing cock stretching her abused gash to limits it had never seen before. Her eyes rolled back a bit, and her mouth hung open in a silent scream, legs trembling but unable to move as the wolf mercifully allowed her a moment to adjust before beginning with short strokes.
“Please,” she squeaked, to no answer from her assailant.
With every pump, she felt his heavy sack bump against her oversexed clit, sending a tiny jolt of pleasure to her toes that didn’t quite work to offset the dull ache between her legs. With each passing minute, however, the pain lessened, and Maggie shamefully realized her body was adjusting to the new girth somewhat easily and even growing to welcome it. Her cheeks grew warm with humiliation, but she couldn’t stop her hips from bucking toward the beast’s own rhythm to grind her clit against his ball sack with each thrust.
“Please stop,” her pleas were growing weaker, and the werewolf’s fucking was growing stronger.
Maggie felt something hard at the base of his cock swelling every time he pushed into her. Yet the growing fog in her brain didn’t allow her enough thinking power to consider it any further until her pussy lips began to part even farther. Almost as if her cunt was hungry to take in all the cock it could possibly find. The beast atop her was all too happy to oblige, his hips working into a frenzied pace to try and ram the knot at the base of his cock home, a deep growl forming in his chest as the pack paced and barked anxiously around them. The others were still too far into the dark for Maggie to spot, but she wasn’t trying very hard to pay attention to her surroundings anymore either.
A hot tingle had pooled in her belly, reaching all the way from her navel to her clit which was now straining into the night air for any kind of stimulation, and while she had never even intentionally masturbated Maggie’s instincts told her just what to do as she wrestled one tiny arm free from the wolf’s grasp. Her hand flew under her belly and between her legs to grasp the hard, baseball-sized knot at her entrance that’d been so far unable to fit and pulled it toward her body, using her fingers to pull her already painfully stretched lips to accept the animal’s member.
The agony it caused just drove her further to the edge, and soon she felt the slick cock edging its way past her destroyed pussy hole and into her depths. The once demure little girl was now moaning like a bitch in heat, begging for more, rocking her hips into the frenzied wolf on top of her. Juices had run down the insides of both her legs and the scent had begun to draw in a few of the other members of the pack.
She caught a glimpse of one of them, and he looked similar to the one currently ruining her cunt with a vaguely human shape and a wolfish head. Dropping to all fours behind the pair, the newcomer ducked his head between the alpha’s legs and snuffled at Maggie’s pussy. His tongue darted out, eagerly catching her dripping juice and nearly sending her into another dimension all at once.
Once he had a taste of her, the wolf was lost. He began lapping feverishly at her cunny, and the wolf draped across her back too focused to shoo away the intruder.
Maggie screamed, and her vision failed for a second as the knot finally popped inside her in a blur of agonizing pleasure. The brand new sensation of it inside her combined with the second beast lathering her clit in attention was enough to send her over the edge in a screaming, writhing orgasm. She had occasionally gotten small jolts of pleasure while riding her horse before by grinding herself against the hard saddle but compared to those tiny moments of pleasure, Maggie was currently experiencing a world-ending event.
The girl was vaguely aware of a wet, very warm sensation inside herself and cascading down her thighs, too caught up in her own pleasure to care much. Within a few moments, it was over, though, and she was left panting and sweating beneath an equally tired werewolf. He was still inside her and would be for a while, lest he killed her and hurt himself by yanking the swollen knot out of her, but now rather than fear, Maggie grew curious about what was to come. The gentle thumb of footsteps in the forest on the edges of the clearing drew her attention at last, and she found herself wondering if she wanted to go home at all if there was more where that came from.
The End.
*This story has been edited to fix spelling, punctuation, & basic grammar, but the narrative and plot has remained the same. Just remember, even with the limited editing we do, it doesn’t always mean the flaws in a story are always fixed.
