Forest Feral

The woman walked through the forest, short blonde hair rustling in the faint wind, cold wind brushing against her exposed skin. She wore a dark green breast-wrap, leaving most of her torso exposed, with matching green leggings and black boots. Thin black glasses rested on her nose, adding a layer of maturity and intelligence to her confident, feminine face.

She walked, slowly, moon shining on her through a clearing in the woods, highlighting her slim, womanly figure. The woods were not a safe place - not during the day, and certainly not at midnight... but this journey was necessary. The danger she was trying to escape was far, far more severe than the one she was facing. Because animals are stupid, she thought. But man is not.

She stopped, for a moment, listened. A faint rustling in the brush to her right caught her ear, and she resumed her pace. But bit faster, now. Less casual... this was danger. More rustling, as her steps became more and more hurried. Still to her right. Louder. She stopped in her tracks, turned to face the noise, said, "Who's there?" ... She didn't want to shout, draw unnecessary attention to herself, but still... she said it loud enough. She forced edge into her voice, confidence, even where there was no confidence.

There was no response. So she waited. A minute passed, then two. Then a low growl came from the bushes. A wolf, she thought. Or wolves? The wolves of this forest were stronger, bigger, easily a match for the average warrior... she was far from just 'average'... but still.

The wolf leaped out of the bushes, flew towards her. She flinched, stepped to the side, tried to punch at it and missed. It's fast, she thought... but not fast enough! It turned, tried to pounce again, and this time she shot her fist out, a direct hit to the side of its face! ...But to no effect. The wolf was too strong, his momentum too fast... and it continued its pounce, sending her plummeting to the ground, leaving her on her back, face to face with the beast. Its canine eyes staring into hers, primal intelligence peering into her soul. She looked lower, for a moment, fearing the worst, having heard rumors of the forest beasts' sexual voracity... and grimaced. It was there. Fully erect, a dark red, seven inch dog cock at odds with the rest of the silver wolf staring into her eyes.

She yelped and turned, desperately flipped herself onto her back, tried to get to her feet and scramble away, but the second she'd gotten on hands and knees the wolf gnarled and slammed his paws down onto her shoulders, pressing her face into the grass beneath, sending her glasses flying, bringing his head down beside hers, a low growl emenating from his row of glittering, menacing teeth. Not like this, she thought... not like this! She'd gotten this far, evaded the Mages' Order this long... to get conquered by a mere animal? And not just conquered... but raped...

The animal withdrew his head momentarily, tore off her leggings in one swift bite-and-pull, and her nethers were exposed to the cold evening air, leaving her on her knees, ass in the air... exposed. The wolf retook his former position, front legs pinning her to the ground once more. Warm wetness dripped down onto her ass, and she knew what it was. The beast's pre-seed... and momentarily, his dick as well, the throbbing red mass rubbing against her ass now. She screamed... screamed, knowing nobody would answer. She'd been claimed by the forest. The wolf rubbed his dick between her ass, precum leaking from it constantly, dribbling down her back, the red shaft warm, hard... even against herself, she felt aroused by the contact. And she hated it.

The rubbing started getting more focused, pointed dog-cock searching out her entrance, attempting to penetrate her ass. First a few inquisitive thrusts, then pushing in, spreading her ass with his speared, canine penis. She gasped, tried to pull herself away... to no avail. The wolf growled lightly, irritated, and with one powerful thrust, bottomed out inside her, stretched her out around his massive canine endowment, uninflated knot battering against her still-tight ass. The stretching, though painful, was tinged with pleasure nonetheless, her ass getting violently impaled by the crimson member. She could feel the pre trickle into her, warm wetness that she was thankful for, in spite of herself, as it would make her breeding... He pulled out and thrust in once more, spearing her with his dog dick, startling her out of her train of thought as the wolf began humping her in earnest, sliding in his seven inch member right until the knot, battering it against her ass with every thrust, the precum lubricating her passage to make the anal easier. It was still just as mind-breaking,the sheer girth of the invading cock overwhelming her senses. The pain diminished with every thrust and in its place was a pleasure, a grudging, subconscious need to be bred, too base to differentiate between species. To her own dismay, her body knew what she was better than she did - a bitch. A wolf's bitch, no less. And the growing spark of pleasure in her ass only made it worse, every lightning quick thrust more pleasurable than the last, tears welling in her eyes from the sheer indignity... the humiliation, of it all. To be bred like a bitch... against her will... by an animal! A tainted beast of the forest, a predator...

The wolf's thrusts slowed, became harder as he continued, every thrust of his speared canine cock ending with an increasingly less futile effort to bottom out in his bitch, the knot getting farther in with every push, every slap of flesh against flesh loosening her out that much more. She gasped, moaned, her ass involuntarily clenching at its canine invader, tears streaming down her cheek as she bore the shamefulness of it all, her mind almost blanked from denial, the canine's breath heavy against her face. He moved in closer, gave her a slow, long lick on the side of the face, leaving slobber in her soft blonde hair, the primal act of affection molesting her battered psyche, a shame upon shames... The knot battered against her ass, battered... battered, and then she could feel it slipping in, sliding into her, until with one great effort he stopped thrusting, just pushed... pushed... And his massive knot  was in. The cock-bulb slid into her ass, stretching her out even more, sending a twinge of pain through her pleasure-numbed hole, the wolf above her softening his thrusts into short jerks, his massive red rod twitching inside of her... And after a minute, she felt a shot of cum shoot into her. Then another, hot liquid battering against her inner flesh, the knot inside her inflating past reason, tying her down like the bitch she'd become, locking her to her animal lover. She groaned, half from pleasure, half from the dulled sense of violation, her mind dulled by trauma and subconscious ecstasy. The wolf rocked his massive knot inside her, centimeter thrusts coaxing out shot after shot of dog cum. She felt full beyond measure, her bowels flooded with semen, the tainted beast marking her as his own. He licked her affectionately as he dominated her, covering her face with slobber as she moaned into the ground, the fullness a biological rightness, the feeling of having a male's seed inside of her... so very wrong, but so right. So deeply right.

She lay there for minutes as she took in his seed, the wolf cumming past any canine's regular capacity, shots and shots beyond her fullness, well beyond virility and into the realms of insanity. The massive knot plugged her tight ass, the wolf resting on her, his hips against hers as she lay there, restrained by his weight, by his paws on her back. The sexual pleasure faded within minutes, leaving her lying there, trying desperately not to think of... think of anything, trying to blank out reality itself. But unable to, for she was lying there, ass full of tainted semen, locked to a beast that had made her his bitch. She was crying again, the humiliation too much for her to bare. The cold night air, the warmth of the beast above her... the semen locked inside of her, held in place by the gigantic canine buttplug... the fullness, the warmth of his still-twitching canine cock... She couldn't forget, couldn't force ignorance. Everything was a painful reminder. She drifted off, exhausted as much from the sex as the shame.

When she woke, she was alive. Lying on grass, bare ass being warmed by morning sun. She grabbed her glasses, jumped to attention, looked around... and saw no sign of the wolf, only felt her stomache churn with all the deposited dog cum, her ass raw from the bestial fucking... her mind still tinged by shameful, repressed lust from the last night's rape. She masturbated, grudgingly, hatefully. She did not enjoy it, but she needed it, and it made her feel even more shameful than she had during the sex. She'd enjoyed being fucked... no, her -body- had enjoyed being fucked... but only that, the thought aroused her. -Aroused- her. And she hated it.

When she arrived at the next town, she was half naked, her shredded leggings discarded long ago, her only clothing her boots and breast-wrap.