[b][u][center]The Secrets of Solstheim: Reboot
Chapter 3: The Pack Hunts
Sponsored by Bloodgod245
By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]








The werewolf bitch known only as Alpha howled in the depths of the den, squatting and bearing down on the next wolf sliding out of her. She hunched forward, her claws digging into the rock before her, and she growled deep in her throat as she felt the pressure that was building up between her legs. 

A tongue flicked across her sex, both cleaning the emerging pup and trying to ease her. The males of the pack, or at least, her chosen portion of it, were gathered all around, squatting much like her, drawing forward and then retreating depending on the sounds that she made. 

Alpha growled deep in her throat as the werewolf male dragged his tongue over her sex, over her clit. It brought pleasure, but the pleasure was little more than a distraction at the massive stretch that the pup was giving her. She dragged her claws across the rock, raking white lines through it, over it, across it. There was nothing but the birthing feeling running through her, the cramps of pain, the stretch of agony that came with child after child coming free of her. 

What was this one? The fifth litter? The sixth? Her body took in seed and allowed her to breed quickly, and the wolves, once born, grew swiftly. Those born at the start of the day were already in their adolescence, and they would be full-grown by the dawn of the next day. The pack was growing, and fast. 

She grunted, huffing and chuffing softly as she felt the pup finally slip free, its hind legs pressed together and popping out of her with the rest of its body. Some of the males darted forward, but she barked, clicking her teeth hard. 

Bring it, the sound commanded. Bring it to her. 

The males stopped, the one that had been licking her sex leaning down and picking it up. Great paws cupped the little cub, holding it up to her face. She panted, sniffing at it slowly. The rank smell of the afterbirth coated it, but that would fade. Beneath it, she smelled herself, herself twisted up with the male responsible for that pregnancy, for that litter. She breathed in the unique fumes, taking them into her mind, memorizing them. 

She barked and yipped twice, giving it a name, and it was taken from her, brought to the others resting in the corner. 

As it was laid down, she felt the contractions beginning again, and she growled under her breath as she leaned forward, bracing herself. The male that had been licking her lowered himself, but not in the same – 

He gripped his cock, but before he could try and breed her, she stomped down, trapping his dick between the toes of her hind-paw, holding him in place, keeping him from moving. The pads along the underside ground into his sack, pressing them flat against the floor, and he whimpered as he looked up at her, his paws coming up and resting against his chest in apology. 

She didn’t accept it. 

Growling, she lowered her head to his throat, biting down. Not enough to kill him, but enough for him to feel the points of her teeth through his fur. She gripped, clenched, making sure that he knew that she could rip his throat out at any point. 

[i]I am Alpha. You will obey.[/i]

That was what she growled through the fur and flesh, and when she pulled her head back, he was quick to scurry to the sides of the room. 

Alpha groaned as the contractions hit hard again, and she leaned against the rock once more, breathing slowly to try and get used to them. The squeezing of her inner walls, the tight clenching of her womb, the slow movement of the pup down to her pussy; she’d felt it all day long, but she was still not used to it. 

Despite the discomfort, there was an odd sense of satisfaction as they kept coming, and it wasn’t just in the fulfillment of purpose as the mother of the pack. It was something more than that, something that hit her intensely right down to the core. It felt…good…to breed, and the results were just as good as the mating. 

Even if they were a pain in the ass to actually get out. 

After another ten minutes of huffing and chuffing and the occasional howl when a claw got stuck where it wasn’t supposed to be, she finally managed to get the last of the cubs out. She rolled herself away, dropping to all fours and loping towards the little nest where the growing cubs lay. Their eyes were yet to open, though she knew that would happen soon enough. It always did. 

She lowered herself down beside them, licking them clean, taking the time to finish the job that the males had started. She felt them pressing against her, nuzzling up against her belly, and then against her chest, finding whatever teats they could for food, and she shook her head as she let them take what they needed. They would need the food for how fast they were going to grow, and more than that, they would need to learn her smell. Learn and remember who had birthed them, who had given them life, who was the Alpha of the pack. 

One of the werewolves came to her from behind, offering himself, and she looked him over. A few sniffs of the air told her that he was fresher than the others, that he would be able to give her a romp and a rut like the more tired, older males wouldn’t. He knelt in a way that was almost like the two-leggers that they were supposed to hunt, but with his legs spread further, showing off a furry sheath and heavy sac. His shaft was already rising up, the breeding tool wet at the tip and bright red in eagerness. 

She chuckled, shaking her head. Rather than allowing him to breed, she extended a paw, and he fell to serving that, instead. This one knew his place under the Alpha, and he pressed his nose right against the pads along the bottom of her foot. 

[i]A good boy…[/i]

Alpha fanned her toes slowly, allowing the werewolf’s long tongue to slip between them, darting in gentle licks along her digits. It was a pleasant feeling, something that she had not expected to enjoy as much as she did, but the more that the pack showed their obeisance this way, the more she enjoyed it. 

As she wiggled her toes, allowing the tongue to dig out little bits of moisture and discomfort from the muscles between them, Alpha cuddled her cubs to her chest. She nosed them from time to time, but mostly allowed them to feed, letting them get stronger. Some were starting to open their eyes, now, and she met each one with a stare and a little bump of her nose against theirs. More often than not, they bumped back, sniffing her in return. 

The werewolf shifted his licking to sucking, clumsily pulling her toes into his mouth, and he licked and lapped over them as he did so. The pleasant warmth along her pads and against her claws grew, and she sighed happily to herself as she rolled her head to look at him. 

His cock was still up and throbbing, eager for attention, and she imagined that if she were to reach out, she would be able to play with it with her other paw, teasing him and showing him where he belonged. She felt in a good mood, so she did. 

He barked in surprise against her paw, but she slid his tip between the two fattest digits, cushioning his shaft against the pads along the bottom. Though she had been rough with the one that had attempted to breed her without permission, she could be quite gentle with them. This male was getting the chance to find out. 

She dragged her paw up and down his cock, feeling it throb with heated need between them. Soon, she knew, the knot would flare, and he would start trying to hump it into her, wanting to feel her body against him, wanting to give in to the urges to rut and breed. She knew that her cunt would take it, the twisted, bestial shape down there never turning down the chance to be bred. 

Only the bit of mind that she had left from the Hunt God meant that she could still decide. It was all that she had been given to make a choice for herself. 

Alpha slowly slid her paw up and down as the other males eyed her up. For all that she had been pregnant and birthing all day, she was still the strongest of them, and despite the array of breeding tools on display, from short to long, fat to thin, they knew better than to use them without her permission. If they wished to try, then they would challenge her for Alpha of the pack, and she could take every single one of them if she had to. 

She barked in a different tone, and one of the males trotted over to her. He offered her his shaft, but she turned it down. Instead, she spread her legs, offering him the chance to put his nose and mouth to work, and he darted between her legs. 

However, she didn’t allow him to feast on her sex. That had to be earned. And he had yet to earn that with his previous, too-quick breedings.

#

As Alpha was about to give in to her next breeding, the den erupted into a furor of activity. She rolled slightly, carefully, so that her pups did not get flung away, and rose to her hind-paws. By the time she had, a black-furred wolf had charged into the den, bearing blood both his and others. 

The lips of every pack member assembled rose in a snarl, and hers rose highest. 

Their communication was in little more than barks and yips, with the language of tail and posture giving context to the minimalistic ‘words’ that they exchanged. 

[i]What happened?[/i]

[i]Skaal.[/i]

[i]They found?[/i]

[i]They tracked,[/i] he said, lowering his tail in shame. [i]Surprised us in high winds.[/i]

[i]Others?[/i]

[i]Hurt, wounded.[/i]

[i]Dead?[/i]

[i]Half.[/i]

The pack growled louder at that, and not a single member was less than furious. To lose so many at once, to be hunted and shattered as if they were prey, as if they were the ones to be hunted. That was not acceptable. Not in the slightest. 

Alpha stepped forward, pushing the messenger to the back of the den. She glanced at the other males. Some were old, on their way out, but with experience in the hunt. Others were young, not quite ready for their first howling run, but ready for rutting and breeding while others did the job. 

And some, the teens that had been born this morning, were not quite ready for anything, but she needed pack. 

Her howl was high, keen, and echoed through the den. It called to all those that were unhurt, all those that had wind in their lungs and life in their limbs. 

It called them to [b]HUNT.[/b]

#

Over the moonlit hills, Alpha ran, and behind her ran the pack that she had assembled. Gray fur, white, black, and more, some still too fluffy to entirely move with grace, some with fur too thin to take the cold. All ran, all with eyes forward, ears pricked, paws cracking the snow and kicking the earth to the sky. All had the same focus. 

The village loomed in the distance, but that was not their target. They were after the hunting party that had brought blood and pain upon the other members of the pack. They tracked them through the snow, following the burning, metallic scent that came from spilled blood. Alpha’s teeth shined in the moonlight, her snarls growing louder and louder as she lost control of herself. 

[i]Bleed, bite, break![/i]

She lunged through the air, leaping from one hill to another, and the pack followed her just to keep up. She pushed herself harder, faster, unable to slow down as she caught their scent, knowing that they were not far now. 

[i]You hurt…now, we hurt back…[/i]

The tracks were there, recent, impossible to miss. They led them forward, towards a clearing near the village – 

And it was in that moment that she knew that it was too easy. 

Alpha stopped, and the rest of the pack stopped with her. A few hundred feet away, the tracks led to a fire sheltered among the trees…and that would be where they would be caught if they followed the tracks further. 

Bark, yip, bark. Around the sides. Around the clearing, rather than through it. She left an elder wolf in charge of one half, and she took the other, and they split, the pack keeping to shadow and darkness.

And in the darkness, the humans waited.

Skaal, in their fur coats. They had hidden in the trees, climbed them, waited among them with the hides of beasts to conceal their scent. Their arrows were drawn, their axes ready as they looked towards the path that they had left through the trees. It was meant as bait, bait to draw in the rest of the pack to break them and end them. 

They would have succeeded if another had been leading the pack. They had failed because Alpha had seen through the trick. Because they were more than merely dumb beasts. Beasts, yes, but not dumb. 

She snarled from the base of the tree, soundlessly lifting her lip and suppressing her growl in the snow. It was cold to teats fresh-used to feed pups, but she didn’t care. They were ripping away those she led. Trying to take more. 

No more!

Alpha lunged for the tree, her claws catching the bark and lifting her further, further. By the time that the hunter in the high branches heard her, saw her, it was too late. She grabbed him, biting into his neck. He didn’t even have the chance to scream before she severed his head from his torso, throwing it away from the tree and the clearing. 

The body fell, and the blood turned the snow crimson. 

Other growls filled the air, and so did the screams of the hunters as they realized that their trap had been turned against them. Alpha leaped from her branch, even as arrows bit into the trunk behind her, landing in another tree and seeking another target. 

THUNK!

An arrow embedded itself in her shoulder, but it was steel. She ripped it free, throwing it to the ground, and looked up. The hunter, a young man, stared at her with his eyes wide. 

As he fumbled for another arrow, she threw herself upward, catching the next branch and swinging herself towards the heights. By the time that he had a good grip on an arrow, she had a good grip on him. 

He stared at her with the fear plain in his eyes, and she smirked at him. Her lips pulled back over her fangs, and the urge to kill nearly took her. 

But she was Alpha, and that meant that she had responsibilities. 

Her teeth graced his shoulder rather than his throat, digging deep and leaving holes each the size of a small dagger. He gasped, trying to scream, but she pinned him to the trunk of the tree, keeping him from pulling away. There was no escape from her, no escape from the curse that she had for him. 

Finally, she pulled her jaws back, lips stained red. He screamed as he covered the wound, but it was too late. Her touch was already spreading the pain through him, the curse rushing through his veins, the fur sprouting from his flesh. It would not be long before a killer became part of the pack. 

She howled, her command echoing through the air, and the bodies stopped falling. Not because the hunt was over, but because they were no longer killing. 

They were taking. 

#

It was near moon-set by the time the transformation and the resistance were done. Six new werewolves stood with the pack. Not enough to replace those that had been killed, but enough to make a point to the Skaal. They had shown what they could do, and now, it was time for the Skaal to make a choice. They could submit, or they could keep fighting, and anger the pack further. 

There was no chance for peace, of course. The Hunt God had made it clear that the Skaal were to die, that they were to hunt and kill until they had their fill, and only then, when the pack was all that was left, would there be a peace, would they go back to hunting merely for food rather than for anger. 

Alpha led those changed back to the den, and they were allowed to get settled, to find comfort, to get into place with one another. The pups that she had birthed were all growing past the need to feed on her milk, and she settled down in the den that had been left for her. A passing urge to breed filled her, then faded as she closed her eyes. 

There were other needs that must be seen to. 

As she slipped into the dream, she felt herself drifting, no longer quite a beast, no longer quite anything. She was a presence, nothing more, and in her mind’s eye, the great hunter loomed over her. Hircine, master of the hunt, lord of beasts, looked at her with golden eyes from deep in the shadows. 

“Your first hunt…went well.”

“Many died.”

“But you did not. And you proved your strength.”

“The hunters have not learned. They won’t.”

“Prey does not wish to consider itself prey. You will have to teach them again…and again…”

Hircine chuckled, and she felt the rumbles of his voice right down to her core. It was the voice of something greater, older than pack, something that had created pack to hunt in ways that one hunter could not. 

The pack was hers, but she was his. 

A hand – or something much like one – pressed against the back of her head, giving her firm scratches and soft pets. Alpha lowered her head, taking it, not sure what else could be said or done. 

“They have little time. You will give them the day. Then you will take the night.”

“The pups will grow?”

“They will grow.”

“And they…will live?”

“If they are strong.”

She nodded. They were born of her, so she had no doubt that they would be strong. If they were not, she would make them so. The pack would not lose more than it already had; she would see to that. 

“Sleep, and dream of their village. I will show you where to hunt, and how. They will not last against you.”

Alpha nodded, and drifted into dream. 











[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]

Summary: Alpha, formerly Sunset Scales, is birthing the pack, growing it, making it stronger, when news of a failed hunt arrives. It is time to teach the Skaal who are the true hunters of the island. 

Tags: M/F, birthing, werewolf, pregnancy, oral, foot fetish, femdom, pack, Morrowind, hunting, fighting, killing, transformation, animal, beast, series, rule 34, human, nord,