Shifters, Beasts, and Monsters

by Aya Fukunishi, Linda Barlow, Elixa Everett, Virginia Wade, Savannah Reardon, Skye Eagleday, Giselle Renarde, Jessi Bond, Natalie Deschain, Audrey Grace, Francis Ashe, J. E.

  Aylen had never been this close to a wolf. She’d watched them from the high hide through binoculars a thousand times, but at that distance it was easy to forget that these creatures were killers. Their playful fights, rough and tumble that looked so cute and harmless from half a mile away, didn’t seem quite so innocent now. Under the sleek fur of the alpha she could see enormous, powerful muscles poised like a coiled spring. Steam rose from the wolf into the cold night air as the intense heat of its bulging muscles evaporated the moisture clinging to the creature’s thick fur.

  The alpha strode confidently towards Emily’s legs, reaching down to take the waist of her ski pants in his jaws. He shook his head lightly, enough for his razor sharp teeth to tear the fabric down to her knees. With a few more deft movements of his head her trousers were rags beneath her. Emily stirred, but it seemed she was still unconscious. Aylen prayed she stayed sleeping until the end came.

  Aylen shivered in the cold, crouched behind a large rock in an effort to remain hidden. She tried with all her might to remain silent, but she was sharply aware that her breath was ragged and loud, gasping with fear. Even her heartbeat seemed to boom across the clearing and echo through the mountains. There was no way her presence hadn’t been sensed, and sure enough the wolf glanced up at her for a moment, staring deep into her fearful eyes, before returning his attention to Emily. The look in his eyes made it clear: I see you, girl. I’m not interested in you right now. You can try to run, but you’ll never make it ten steps before you feel my breath on the back of your neck. She crouched deeper behind the rock, as if the alpha would forget her presence, but as her eyes continued to adjust to the darkness she noticed that the alpha wasn’t her only concern. Around the clearing she saw several pairs of yellow eyes peering from the undergrowth. Even if the monstrous wolf hulking over Emily ignored her as she fled there was no way she’d make it to safety.

  The alpha gently lowered its head between Emily’s legs. With another shake he came back with a scrap of pink material in his mouth: Emily’s panties. What is he doing? The wolf lowered its head to the girl once more, and Aylen gasped as she saw its rough tongue lap at her pussy. Its hot breath steamed from her, and Emily thrust her hips forward, still unconscious but responding instinctively to the tongue, as if she was lost in a pleasant dream.

  A small, sane part of Aylen’s mind wondered about the alpha’s reluctance to mate with the female earlier. The alpha too would be in heat, and she wondered if there was something about Emily that was attracting it; something about her that had distracted him from his own female. She knew the wolves had a sense of smell infinitely more sensitive than her own, and the thought suddenly struck her. Perhaps the alpha had smelled them from the high hide.

  Aylen watched, terrified but fascinated, as the wolf raised its head from Emily’s hot, wet cunt. She could see steam rising from her pussy as the saliva evaporated into the cold air, and she watched in horror as the wolf straddled her. She looked away, and when she dared look back she saw the wolf’s red, bulbous penis pushing into Emily’s pussy. She knew the worst was yet to come. She’d learned that wolves only become erect once they were inside their mate. The head of the alpha’s penis would swell inside her, locking the two together, and it would remain engorged until the wolf had ejaculated.

  Sure enough, even as this thought occurred to her she heard Emily moan. The cock inside her would be pulsing powerfully with the wolf’s quick heartbeat, swelling to an enormous size. Hot saliva dripped onto Emily’s lips as the alpha panted, and Aylen gasped as the wolf began to thrust into her violently.

  She was barely aware of her own hand dropping to her waist, slipping inside her ski pants. The shock of the last hour had sent her reeling and she wasn’t thinking clearly, but right now she could only think about what the wolf was doing to Emily’s pussy. The thought of the creature pounding her, thrusting in and out with its hot, swollen shaft aroused Aylen even though she knew it was wrong, and as she watched the attack she ran her fingers in tight circles around her slick clit. Her pussy was dripping wet with excitement, and as her juices ran over her fingers the wolves on the edge of the clearing caught Aylen’s scent. They began to whimper as one, hungry for her.

  Above Emily the wolf howled, and as it did so something began to happen. Its back legs, curved forward at the joint, began to stretch out behind it as it pushed into the girl. In the darkness Aylen couldn’t quite make it out, but the wolf’s knees seemed to reverse with a sharp snap. Her fingers stopped stroking her cunt as she watched, entranced, as the wolf began to change shape. It was impossible to describe the dozens of slight shifts in its body, but in just a few short seconds it became almost... human. Its muscles seemed to flow down from its haunches, stretching its legs wider and longer, and its claws retracted, instantly replaced by fingers and toes. The wolf howled as its ribs seemed to crack in its chest, and its body widened. Impossible, thought Aylen, but she couldn’t deny the evidence of her eyes.

  The howl turned to a yell, cracking halfway as the vocal cords shifted, and the alpha came, his screams echoing around the clearing. As soon as he’d filled Emily with his seed he fell to the side, sliding out of her ravaged pussy to collapse beside her. Aylen stared in shock. He was human, it was undeniable. The fur remained across the chest and back, thinner but still coarse, and the hair on his head was a long, greasy mane, but apart from that he looked entirely human.

  Howls erupted from the edge of the clearing, and in the darkness Aylen could make out the shifting shapes of the other wolves. They began to prowl from the darkness and into the moonlight, both men and women, all of them muscular and powerful. They walked like... well, almost like the wolves they’d been only moments ago. Aylen knew each of them intimately after months of observing them every day, and she thought she could identify them by the way they moved around the clearing.

  One woman, tall and rangy with dark, dirty hair and a pert, luscious ass prowled around the center, her eyes never leaving Emily and the alpha. She was the alpha female, Aylen realized, and it was clear she felt she’d been cheated out of her prize. She’d been waiting patiently for the alpha to take her, and after all that anticipation she’d been passed over for a human woman. Anyone could see the dark fire of jealousy in her eyes, but Aylen could also see that she was prepared to attack. The alpha male lazily lifted his head and growled a warning in her direction, and the female quickly backed away a few steps before holding her ground. The male rose to his feet and stood firm, a low growl rumbling from his throat, and then he turned quickly, lifted Emily easily with one hand and threw her over his shoulder. Without another sound he was gone from the clearing, and Emily with him.

  Too late, Aylen understood her peril. When the alpha had fucked Emily he’d made her the new alpha female. The old alpha, already jealous and bitter about her loss, had fallen in rank, and Aylen herself... well, she was nothing. She was fair game. She quickly hid behind the rock, trying to make herself smaller and hoping against hope that the pack forgot about her. The other wolves knew she was there, of course, but maybe they’d be preoccupied with their own kind in the mating frenzy that was already beginning now that the alpha had taken his mate. If she stayed silent she may have the chance to creep from the clearing while the wolves were lost in their private bliss. She just had to –

  The first wolf attacked without warning. The man landed heavily on her back, pushing her down against the rock with his powerful arms, pinning her to the cold stone as he yanked her ski pants roughly down to her knees. Aylen yelled in shock and pain as he forced his way inside her. His cock was enormous, and this time it was already erect. Aylen’s nose was filled with the musky scent of his sweat, and she felt his searing breath on the back of her neck as he forced her against the rock. He fucked her feverishly, hard and fast, and it was only moments before she felt the first jet of hot cum spurt into her pussy. She never even saw her attacker. By the time she caught her breath and turned around he’d melted back into the pack.

  Ay
len shook uncontrollably, but it only took a few moments before she realized her shivers were not due to the cold or the fear coursing through her body, but something else; something primal. She couldn’t explain it, but she felt as if she was viewing the world through a layer of misted glass, as if something had entered her mind, drugged her and replaced her terror with something else: arousal. She felt hot, thick cum dripping down her inner thighs, and she knew her body was sending out signals that every member of the pack could sense. She tried to back against the rock to block attackers from the rear, but as she turned she saw four men staring at her body. Their sharp yellow eyes bore into her, and their lips gleamed as they snarled with hunger. Aylen felt as if she were losing her grip on sanity, but she realized she was grinning. This was a game, and while she couldn’t explain why she felt this way she realized she was loving it.

  The closest leaped towards her, springing from thick legs. Aylen had seen his muscles tense the moment before he pounced, and managed to roll away from the attack. She tumbled from the rock to the ground, landing face first on the stomach of a woman lying on her back. She turned her head to the right and watched, just inches away, as a long, glistening penis eased into an impossibly tight pussy. The girl howled, and Aylen recognized her. This one was young, a runt who had been lucky to survive, and this would be her first mating season. In human form she was fully grown, but Aylen knew that the wolf was young and inexperienced. She yelled in pain as the thick cock stretched her pussy. Her juices made her pink lips gleam, and Aylen found herself wildly aroused by the sight.

  For months Aylen had watched the runt struggle to wrestle food from the jaws of her larger brothers. She’d been shunned by most of the pack, and she’d only survived by endearing herself to an old female who had lost her entire litter in the lean winter the previous year. She doted on the old wolf, and in return she received just enough food to grow strong. Aylen had identified with the scrappy runt, surviving in a world that didn’t want her.

  Now, though, she was helpless. Her body was not yet ready for this punishment, and it was clear to Aylen that the enormous erection pounding into her tiny pussy was causing her discomfort. The wolf looming above her was a brute: nasty and vicious. He’d stolen food from the young female, and now he was stealing her innocence. Aylen was determined to protect her.

  Yet another wolf pounced for Aylen, but this time she lifted her butt high, inviting him in. Better fucked than food, she thought. As the werewolf’s shaft entered her from behind she licked and nibbled at the girl’s clit, soothing her yells and trying to calm her. As the girl’s brother shifted on top of the girl his penis slid out of her raw, battered pussy, and Aylen hungrily took it into her mouth in an effort to sate the creature before he returned to the poor runt. The wolf clearly found her moist, sucking mouth more pleasing than the young female’s tight, raw pussy. He pushed deep into her throat, choking Aylen on his wet, musky cock, and seconds later he exploded onto Aylen’s tongue, coming with a force that shocked her. His hot, creamy cum overflowed from her lips and dripped down her chin, but she took it all to please him. Anything, so long as it exhausted him.

  Behind her, Aylen’s second attacker slid his wet cock from her pussy and pushed it quickly into her pink, puckered asshole. She yelled in pain, spraying cum from her mouth onto the belly of the girl beneath her. The cream deposited by her first attacker was enough to lubricate her tight hole without too much agony, and Aylen was surprised to find that, once the cock was firmly buried in her ass, she began to enjoy it. The wolf was surprisingly gentle, twitching his cock slightly inside her without thrusting. She spread her legs and reached down towards her wet, cum filled pussy and buried two fingers inside herself. She felt the juices spilling out of her, running down her fingers to her wrist, and she felt that delicious, terrifying sensation of absolute helplessness.

  Aylen submitted to the man behind her, easing back further on his cock, rocking herself back and forth until she felt him tense, and a moment later she groaned with pleasure as he came messily into her asshole. She came along with him, squealing with glee as her pussy sprayed its own juices on his muscular thighs. As soon as he was done with her the wolf pulled out, leaving a strand of creamy gel running from the glistening tip of his cock to Aylen’s red, gaping asshole.

  Aylen was exhausted, and for the moment she hid behind the rock to escape the attention of the hungry, sex-starved pack. On the floor in front of her lay the young woman, still shocked and delirious from her first penetration. Aylen reached under her and lifted her, finding her surprisingly light, and carried her into the undergrowth. The pack in their frenzy didn’t notice them leaving. There were still four female wolves to be impregnated, and every male wanted to spread his seed among them.

  The girl looked up at Aylen, her eyes glazed and dreamy. Her first hard fucking had been a shocking experience, but despite the pain she’d displayed it was clear she’d enjoyed it. Aylen lowered her head and kissed her tenderly on the lips, and she was slightly shocked when the girl kissed her back, pushing her long, flat tongue deep into her mouth. Aylen reached down to massage the girl’s raw, battered pussy, and she was pleased to feel the wolf’s hips push forward, welcoming her hand.

  Aylen pulled away from the girl’s beautiful mouth and kissed her breasts, licking each nipple until they hardened. Further down her body she found four more nipples, faint and small, mere dark patches on her tight, toned stomach. Aylen kissed each one in turn and the girl shuddered with pleasure. When she reached her pussy she kissed delicately at her clit, and the small, pink mound became more moist and swollen by the second. Aylen took it gently into her mouth, sucking on her clitoral hood to spare the girl pain.

  The wolf girl groaned with pleasure, and Aylen heard her pant heavily. All six of her nipples were erect, and she thrust her pussy forward into Aylen’s face, urging her to fuck her. With the sounds of rough group sex echoing from the clearing, Aylen gently dipped her tongue past the girl’s tender lips, enjoying this private, silent moment of pleasure. The girl tasted sharp and pungent, but Aylen felt herself become aroused at her strong, animal scent. The girl stared at her with bright, yellow eyes, and Aylen panted back at her, thrusting her tongue hungrily into the young woman until she howled her orgasm. The girl’s tight stomach flexed and she arched her back, pushing herself even further onto Aylen’s face.

  When she finally stopped coming Aylen climbed beneath her, sitting against a tree with the girl’s head in her lap. Her mind was finally becoming clear, and she began to wonder what would happen when the mating was over. In this form, under the moonlight, the wolves were interested in her only for her pussy. She was their plaything, a toy to be enjoyed. In that, Aylen was happy to be theirs.

  When the moon fell, though, and the pack returned to their canine form, what would become of her then? What would happen when they became hungry? What’s more, what would become of Emily the moment she stepped out from the protection of the powerful alpha male? She would not, surely, be allowed to live.

  The girl looked at Aylen with devotion. Whatever happened tomorrow, she suspected, she had found a friend in the wolf.

  Slowly, without making a sound, Aylen crept back to the clearing to retrieve her torn clothing. When she returned the wolf girl was waiting for her, looking up expectantly and panting lightly, her breath crystallizing on the night air. Aylen stroked her hair gently, took her by the hand and walked towards the deep woods.

  She must make plans for Emily’s rescue...

  CHAPTER 2

  SATING THE WOLVES

  Aylen

  The high hide rocked wildly in the wind, its thin aluminum frame creaking and groaning with each sharp gust, and beyond the thin skin of the hide the snow battered the mountainside. Aylen and the runt huddled in the corner, shrouded in a foil survival blanket she had found in an emergency supply box. Aylen shivered in the cold and pulled herself closer to the runt. The girl nuzzled against Aylen’s neck, sleeping soundly.

  What were the
y? Just a couple of hours ago Aylen had been watching the pack through her binoculars, just as she’d done each and every day for the last two years. They were wolves, she was sure of it. Hell, just this last spring she’d watched the birth of the runt she had in her arms. She’d watched her mother whimper as five pups had slid out onto the floor of the cave they used as their den. She’d watched through wall-mounted cameras as the litter had emerged, blind, deaf and helpless, and their mother had torn their amniotic sacs and guided them gently to her teats for their first meal.

  That had been nine months ago. Now she hid in the ice cold high hide as a pack of... things prowled the mountain side in search of her. The pup she’d seen take her first weak steps less than a year earlier was huddled beside her, and she was a fully grown woman. There was no doubt about it. If she’d met her in the bar at the foot of the mountain she’d have guessed her age at somewhere in her early twenties. This was a woman with a firm, matured body, a pert, luscious ass and large, firm breasts. She probably wouldn’t have guessed that she spent most of her time padding through the snow on paws.

  Aylen stared at the girl, trying to get her head around the idea that she was a... she didn’t even want to think the word. Werewolf. It was ridiculous. Werewolves weren’t real. They were storybook monsters, along with mummies, zombies and sparkling vampires. They belonged in books and movies, in imaginary worlds. They weren’t supposed to be snuggled up next to her, covered in streaks of dirt and snoring gently. They weren’t supposed to exist in a world of mortgages and McDonalds. It was just crazy.

  But this girl was real. Aylen could feel the heat of her skin against her own, and smell the sweat glistening on her skin. She’d seen her emerge into the clearing with the rest of the pack, transforming as she walked. She’d watched as her hind legs had snapped forward at the joints. She’d seen her muzzle retract into her face and a golden mane grow on her head as her thick, coarse coat fell from her skin and floated away on the breeze. Moments later, when the mating began, she’d watched in shock as the poor young thing had been attacked by a brutish, violent male. She’d seen him pounce on top of her and hold her down as he forced himself into her. It was all she could do to rescue her, escape from the pack and flee into the woods.