WOLF MOON

She's alone in the house at night, a full moon rising over the house - or so she's been told.  All her family has gone out for the evening, but she didn't feel up to navigating in public, so she's plunked at her computer, picking away half-heartedly at some code.  Suddenly, she hears some noises from the other room.  Something falling over, bumping around.  She shrugs it off as one of the pets.  None of them are in the room right now; it's almost like they're hiding.  That isn't too unusual though, so it doesn't bother her either.

More thumping, closer now.  Floor creaking.  This time it's right in the doorway of the room.  She pauses in her coding, tilting her head to locate the sound.  Now she's starting to get nervous.  She could swear she hears heavy breathing, a little snarl at the end of each exhale.  There's something in here - something big, something that stinks of musk and forest, something with claws scraping the ground.  She stands up, backing away from the sound.  "Who's there?" she squeaks.  "I'm calling the police.  You'd better get out!"  She palms her phone, fingers skidding over the surface to manipulate the keyboard while frightened.  There's a loud bang and a scrape, as of something being knocked over - closer now, closer still.  She squeaks again, dropping her phone, and stumbles backwards, trying to get to the front door without falling over herself.

Whatever the thing is lets out a great bark, booming, wet with drool.  She can hear the snap of its teeth as its jaws shut.  It advances, getting closer.  She can feel its warmth now, the thing towering over her, its hot breath on her face, smelling of rotten meat.  She turns to run, trips, and sprawls against the arm of the couch.  Before she can get up, it's on her.  Even as she tries to rise, she feels its heavy paw on her back, wicked claws pricking her neck and shoulders.  It shoves her down hard, over the couch arm, growling low and threatening.  Its other paw strokes clumsily over her ass, then, in a sudden violent motion, it hooks its claws in and shreds the seat of her pants, ripping away the fabric and the panties beneath, leaving her exposed.  She shivers, but not from cold, not with the shaggy beast so close, its rough fur brushing her backside.  What exactly does this thing plan on doing?  Its growls increase in volume, and she startles hard as she feels a hot, wet, pointed thing brushing down the cleft of her ass, nudging her sex.  Her sex, which is already wet and hot itself, much to her shame.  Surely she doesn't want this?

That pointed tip of its thick canine prick slides into her, making her gasp and arch her back.  Its fat shaft follows, long and hard, stretching her open.  She's terrified, but it feels good, so good.  She lets out a whimper as it begins to thrust.  Back and forth, rough, heedless of her pain or pleasure, the wolfish beast is here only for its own needs.  It ruts her, making intense sensations rush through her, though good or bad she can't tell in the heat of the moment.  All she knows is that it has her moaning, writhing her hips, like some sort of monster-craving slut.  Its hot breath on the back of her neck, its paw shoving down her back, claws scratching, growling and huffing with each thrust, these things fill her world, are her world, and right now there's nothing else.  The pounding of its engorged prick inside her grows rougher as a swelling begins to grow - a knot, at the base of its cock.  If there was any question as to its canine nature before, that is easily resolved now.  The swelling lump smacks against her, thumping against her clit with each thrust, making her cry out and arch her back to meet it.  She's panting now too, though not drooling nearly as much as the beast is, warm wetness pooling between her shoulder blades.  It gives little snarling barks as it slams into her, rough fur rubbing against her exposed ass, and she can hear its tail thumping against a nearby table as it wags, rattling the objects on it.  Something falls over and breaks, but she couldn't care less right now.

Those soft barks and snarls are getting louder as the thrusting gets harder and faster, interspersed with little half-howls, sounding wild and ethereal.  This beast is not normal, not of this world in the usual sense.  Where it came from or why it's here doesn't seem to matter at all, only the sweet pounding it's giving her, its noises and hers, the wet sounds from their union and from the lupine saliva splattering her back.  Those claws dig in harder, points of pain sending a shuddering counterpoint to the intense pleasure inside her, from her stuffed pussy, from her smacked clit.  Now it's pushing harder, trying to shove that knot inside too, and she's not sure if she'll be able to take it.  She's already so full, it's hard to imagine she could take a swelling twice as thick.  But it seems determined to try.  Her moans and gasps turn to squeals, then screams of pleasure as the sensations intensify, pushing her hips back, wanting that knot so badly.  Suddenly, with a popping sound and a momentary flash of pain, it's inside her.  The sensation is so strong that she cums on the spot, wailing and squirming, arching, fingers digging into the couch.  The wolf-beast isn't far behind, and with a piercing howl it grinds itself forward, cock twitching, flooding her with hot monster spunk.  Pulse after pulse of the musky liquid pours into her, and she can feel her stomach growing tight and taut, a hand tucked under her to confirm the swelling.  It's filling her with so much cum that her abdomen is pushing out in a mockery of pregnancy - pregnancy which is sure to follow this.  She has no question if the beast can impregnate her or not - she knows with a certainty that she's being pumped full of future wolf pups, so much that her belly will probably be far more distended than it is now, rounded out to a ridiculous degree in her gravid, thorughly bred form.  She cums again just thinking about it, shivering and pushing back against the creature, rubbing her ass into its thick, jism-soaked fur.

The thing hunches over her, panting and growling, slowly easing up the pressure on her back.  She turns her head towards it and it rewards her with a warm, slimy lick across the side of her face.  Then it places its paws on her hips and begins to work itself out, another pulse of pain as it withdraws its knot - less now that the swelling has gone down.  Beast seed spills out of her in a gush as it removes its cock from her body, but she doesn't mind.  She knows she has more than enough inside her to give her plenty of pups, her own huge litter.  She rubs her taut stomach and feels a burst of pleasure in response.  She stands up slowly, then reaches for the thing.  She finds fur with  her hands, a warm, heaving chest, and it brushes her face with its paw.  Then it's gone, leaving her to clean up, and to dream of just how big her belly will get when she's full of her new litter - as swollen as the full moon above.