The Monster Under the Bed

Staring up at the night skies, glowing in the pale and dim light of the full moon, a beast howled as she stood upright, a trail of claw marks and scratches leading all over the forest behind her. Silhouetted against the trees behind her, the growling and howling beast stood a good head taller than even the lankier wolves, her body covered only with a few shreds of clothing, leaving her chest and crotch uncovered, all sense of modesty having long left the canine's mind. The feral creature had once answered to the name of Samantha, but a chance encounter with a similar beast some time ago had turned her into a werewolf, transforming her into a hulking animal and commanding her to obey her wild instincts whenever the full moon came out. With drool running down her chin, her sharp fangs glistening in the night as she snarled and sniffed the air, Samantha moved through the darkness swiftly, sprinting on all fours like a feral wolf before occasionally stopping to survey her surroundings. She was carefully drifting further away from the safety of the dense forest and towards the sleepy suburbs that her territory was nestled against, glaring at the houses off in the distance as she sniffed the air, licking her lips as her claws dug into the ground, eyeing up the handful of windows that were still lit up. Operating on instinct alone, the werewolf wasn't looking for a meal as she slowly approached the suburbs, as she'd already filled up her belly on deer and other critters earlier on during the night, she was on the hunt for a different sort of prey. Forced to obey the wild urges storming in her chest, Samantha felt the need to turn more of the unsuspecting populace into her kind, looking to spread the lycanthropic gift she'd been given, and all it required was just one bite. Nervous about skulking around amongst people, the werewolf stayed hunched down as she snuck up to the backyards of the houses nearest to the forest, staying behind fences and bushes as she peeked in through the windows, searching for the right victim. She saw a badger family getting ready for bed, a swan couple spending a romantic night together, and even a few rowdy teens partying and drinking the weekend away, but none of them seemed quite right, making her sneak further into the neighbourhood. Though she was a beast, her hunting instincts told her to wait for a good target, preferably someone all alone and unable to put up any kind of a fight, rather than risking it with a target that could get her hurt or even captured. Slowly moving through the suburbs, staying out of the lights and sneaking across several backyards, mostly just finding empty houses and risky prey, the woman finally spotted a place at the very end of the street, fairly isolated and quiet, with just one light turned on in the bedroom facing the backyard. 

Lounging around on his bed, a pillow tucked under his chest with his chin resting on his hand, Lars flipped through a comic book he'd read through a hundred times in the past already, sighing with a bored look on his face. The 10 year old wolf was left home alone for the weekend, with his parents taking a “trip to see aunt Selena”, though the boy was fairly certain that the yearly trip the couple took was just to a hotel in the city so that they could spend a few days all alone, getting up to the sort of business that they usually couldn't with a kid around the house. Lars certainly appreciated the space and freedom of being all alone, though he couldn't help but to feel quite bored at times, with it being too late to go out and the TV showing nothing but reruns of shows he didn't care about. Lounging on his bed in nothing but his t-shirt and a pair of tighty whities, the late spring bringing along a heat that made even the late evenings rather toasty to the little wolf, the boy groaned while fanning his shirt, unable to focus on his comic book. Rolling his eyes, the cub finally sprung up from his bed, unlatching his bedroom window and yanking it open without bothering to take a closer look at the backyard bathed in shadows, sure that nothing of note would be out there in such a sleepy neighbourhood. Sitting back down on his bed, bouncing for a moment before settling down, Lars looked around his room for some time, trying to think of something, anything to do. The pup's eyes eventually landed down on his crotch, a slight smirk creeping on his face as he managed to come up with at least one way to pass the time, laying his hand between his legs and gently rubbing his palm against the front of his underwear as he leaned back, his maw hanging open by a sliver as he felt his manhood slowly stiffening and pushing out of his sheath. Usually, the boy would've relied just on his own imagination, or maybe an underwear catalogue or even a biology school book if he was desperate enough, to get off, however with his parents not being home he had the luxury of some other means of titillation. Jumping up to his feet, rubbing his hands with a mischievous grin, Lars hoped that his dad was still keeping the stash of porn mags hidden in the same spot that he'd discovered a few months back, his dick poking against the thin white fabric of his briefs as he walked out of his bedroom, not bothering to close his window as he pulled his underwear down slightly to relieve the worst of the pressure. 

Holding his cock in his hand, gently massaging it as it grew in size, swelling up against the palm of his hand as he panted and hurried into his parents’ room, Lars yanked his dad's closet open and knelt down on the floor, pushing aside a few stacks of old clothes and random boxes of junk before spotting a plastic back tucked in the back. Snickering as his canine length slipped fully out of his sheath, his knot still growing as he reached for the bag, the little wolf pulled out the first magazine that he happened to grab, feeling his heart thumping in excitement as he closed his eyes, taking a moment to savour the anticipation before peeking at what he'd fished out. The porn mag featured a gazelle on the front cover, fully naked with her tits in her hands, pushing the pair together as she smiled at the camera, her slit just barely peeking out from between her tights. Feeling his cock giving a throb as he leaked a few threads of precum onto the cover of the magazine, Lars pumped his fist with a joyous grin, 
“Score!”
Wanting absolutely nothing to ruin what he imagined would be a rather hot and sweaty session of perusing his dad's magazine, the wolf hopped up to his feet and began to strip off what little clothes he was wearing while he was still walking back towards his bedroom, shedding his shirt and dropping his undies while ogling at the lady on the front cover, casually leaving the clothes strewn on the floor behind him as he marched towards his room, gripping his knot and licking his lips. What the boy was completely unaware of was the unwanted visitor who was already in his bedroom, having gotten in only seconds after he'd left. Samantha had snuck up to the open window, her nose twitching as she sniffed the air, catching the scent of the little puppy from all the way across the backyard already. She could also smell his excitement, making her slightly reserved as she clambered into the bedroom, not having expected the young male to be aroused, though she didn't feel like it was any reason for her to put a stop to her hunt, even if it did cloud her mind slightly. Hopping into the kid's bedroom silently, sniffing the carpet and the bed as her tail hung low to the ground, the werewolf managed to sniff out a small damp spot on Lars’ bedsheets, a little leak of precum. Intrigued by the scent, Samantha stuck her nose right up against the stain, sniffing deep as she momentarily lost focus on the situation around her at just the wrong moment, missing the fact that her prey was only a step away from walking into the bedroom. 

Fully naked with his knotted cocklet swinging and bouncing around as he walked, Lars flipped open the dirty mag he was clinging onto like treasure, his eyes wide in devious joy as spread after spread of naked ladies showing off their goods flashed in front of his eyes. One particular two-page picture caught the boy's attention, showing a husky woman on her back with her legs together and high in the air, her pink slit spread apart by a canine girth belonging to the stud she was being bred by in front of the camera, a few dried suspicious stains on the pages showing that the pup wasn't the only one in the family who thought that the scene was quite titillating. A step away from his bedroom, Lars’ ears suddenly flicked up at what sounded like intense sniffing coming from within, cocking his head and raising an eyebrow, unsure of what could be making the sound since he was home alone, and his family didn't have any pets the last time he checked. Coming around the corner, the cub dropped his naughty magazine onto the floor out of shock of seeing the large female hunched over in front of his bed, her face presses against it as she sniffed and licked, only stirred out of her trance by the sound of the magazine slapping against the ground. Unfortunately for her, by then it was already too late, as the quick-thinking boy jumped into action before Samantha even had a chance to turn her head all the way, growling as she stood upright. In a panic, Lars lept forwards and grabbed a jump rope left discarded under his bed, diving for the growling beast and looping the rope around her ankles, yanking hard and pulling her off balance. Flopping to the floor, the dazed Samantha was suddenly cast into darkness as the pup tossed his blanket over her, jumping on top to pin her to the ground while he quickly tied up the jump rope wrapped around her ankles, binding her legs together. Rolling the werewolf so that her arms were squeezed inside of the blanket, only her head poking out from it as she snarled and wriggled around, trying to escape the humiliating trap she'd stumbled into, Lars stood up with a smug grin on his face, dusting off his hands as he sighed. 

Staring down at the tied up monster laying on his bedroom floor, growling and snapping at the air, the boy's initial fright began to wear off, though the adrenaline of the moment still coursed through his veins, making his entire body shiver. Amazed at what had just happened, the first few thoughts on the cub's mind were about calling someone over to witness the werewolf he'd captured, thinking of the publicity and money he'd surely get, but those thoughts were quickly pushed away by the very different sorts of fantasies that invaded his head the more he stared down at the tied up monster. From the flashes of pink peeking up at him from underneath her tail to the sizeable tits bulging on her chest, it was very clear to the boy that the intruder he'd managed to best was a female, bringing his mind back to the same lewd topic he'd been thinking of before he was so rudely interrupted. Glaring at the helpless big lady right in front of him, his expression turning more and more devious by the second, Lars couldn't help but to wrap a hand around his red rocket again, moaning softly as he gave his knot a squeeze, drizzling a few drops of precum onto Samantha's flank as he hesitates for a moment, finally shrugging after a few moments of deliberation, 
“Well, I'm sure you wouldn't mind it anyways~”
Kneeling down behind the werewolf, the cub carefully grabbed her tail and lifted it out of the way, feeling his breath quickening and his face getting flushed as he found himself staring right at the woman's privates, a juicy pink slit and a plump tailhole nestled between her thighs, both glistening with a faint smattering of her juices. Groaning as he pumped at his cock, Lars eyed up the monster's pussy and pucker while quivering from head to toe, leaking all over her legs as he massaged his knot, her wild scent reaching his nose and making him drool. The boy couldn't believe his luck at having the perfect little, or not so little, toy dropped right in his lap, just when he was hornier than he'd ever been in his life, exhilarated at the opportunity to finally lose his virginity and breed with something other than just his own hand. Samantha didn't seem quite as excited as the little wolf was, still growling and roaring in a vain attempt to scare off the young pup, helplessly thrashing against the jump rope tied around her ankles and the blanket wrapped around her upper half like a straight jacket, panicking and humiliated at being bested by a boy not even half her size. 

Getting increasingly needy for a closer look at the big lady's naughty bits, a much closer look, Lars laid down on the floor behind the werewolf, making sure she truly was trapped by his makeshift bindings before rolling her onto her belly and shoving his face under her tail. Grabbing the beast's ass cheeks with both hands, the cub spread the plump pair apart, his nose twitching and saliva running down his chin as the mouth watering scent of the wild woman's heat grew stronger. Samantha's slit parted slightly as the cub spread her ass open, sticky strings of her aromatic honey stretched out between the two puffy lips, glimmering in the boy's bedroom light before running down her glistening mound and getting soaked into the fur surrounding her crotch. Nestled right above the werewolf’s cunt was her tailhole, a perfect pink bud twitching and clenching as the curious wolf's heavy breathing tickled her. Entranced by the sight of the helpless monster's goods, Lars licked his thumb before gently pressing it against her asshole, tracing the plump rim of it while she growled, trying to lower her tail down to cover up her flank while the puppy kept batting it away. Pressing the thumb inside, the cub grinned at how easily he was able to stretch her tailhole open, twisting and pushing his finger as she kept trying to wriggle free, feeling her clenching around his thumb. Though tight, the werewolf’s large size meant she didn't really need much stretching and foreplay to be stuffed full by the boy, something that he was very happy to find out. With one hole already being explored, Lars decided that it was good time to give the other one a try as well, continuing to finger the beast's tailhole as he lowered his snout right up against her wet and juicy pussy, taking a deep sniff of her scent before pushing his tongue inside. Samantha tossed her head up with a ferocious roar as the boy's tongue slithered deep into her mound, putting on a show about how angry she was, thought the smirking cub could feel her instantly getting wetter as soon as he began to lap at her soft inner folds, betraying that she was getting off from it just as much as he was. Adding another finger into the big canine's ass, slowly thrusting them in and out as he moaned into her pussy, the wolf rubbed his cock against the soft carpet, grinding his knot against the floor as he ate out the intruder, his eyes rolling back as her walls tightened around his muzzle, thoroughly enjoying the taste, scent, and feel of the werewolf. Having to stop himself from getting lost in her flank and just toying with the woman for hours on end, Lars pulled his face out from her crotch, getting up to his knees as he wiped his soaked mouth on the back of his hand, grinning as he gave the displeased monster a hard slap right on her ass cheeks, getting a yelp from her, 
“Who would've known a big, scary brute like you would turn out to be a little bitch~?”
Whimpering quietly under her breath, Samantha listened to the bratty boy cackling behind her as he groped her rump, making sure she knew her place. 

Getting more bold the more he played with his helpless toy, Lars left the beast to squirm on the floor for a moment as he stepped over to his closet, opening it up and tapping his chin as he hummed, running his eyes over different toys while smirking, thinking up of ways to put them to good use. The boy finally spotted a set of small, plastic bowling ball pins in the corner, chuckling as he grabbed one, stepping back over to the werewolf while patting the pin in his hand, running a finger along the thinner end of it, 
“I think you might just be big enough to take this~”
Spotting the toy in the kid's hand, Samantha let out a worried snarl, desperately trying to get out of her bindings as the boy disappeared behind her, the woman's eyes going wide in terror as he yanked her tail up and spit right onto her pucker, holding her breath with a whimper. Getting a good hold on the bowling pin, Lars pushed the smooth tip right up against the werewolf’s tailhole, feeling it already stretching open with barely any pressure, his dick spurting wads of pre all over her thighs and cunt as he kept the monster waiting in suspense, letting her whine and brace for a good few seconds before suddenly slamming the toy inside. Samantha yipped as the neck of the pin sunk in her ass, her legs shaking as the grinning boy twisted the makeshift dildo around, thrusting it in and out of her asshole as she yipped and whimpered. Lars could feel the werewolf’s hole gripping the toy, trying to fight against his thrusting as he hammered it back and forth, moaning as he pushed through her clenching to sink the bowling pin in deep. Getting too horny to mess around with any sort of foreplay for a moment longer, needing to be buried balls deep in the monster as fast as possible, Lars decided to take some inspiration from his dad's porn mag. Leaving the toy still buried in Samantha's tailhole, the boy rolled her onto her back, grabbing her tied up legs and hoisting them up, pressing her knees against her chest, leaving her slit exposed for him to use, just as the model in the porn mag spread he'd been admiring just moments earlier. Lining his tip with the whining canine's entrance, the wolf took a deep breath before bucking inside, wrapping his arms around her legs as he bucked in with a heavy grunt. The werewolf was big enough to take him all the way in, knot included, slipping in all the way up to his base as he moaned with his maw hanging open, his tail wagging as the monster's slippery tunnel massaged his length from the tip to the base. Samantha howled as she had both of her holes filled up, one stretched out over a plastic bowling pin while the other one was being repeatedly knotted by the horny little boy, gritting her teeth and trembling as the much smaller male bred her like she was his bitch, his balls slapping against her wet lips as he groaned. 

Having to use up all of his will not to blow his load too early, panting in ecstasy as his knot popped in and out of the werewolf’s clenching slit, Lars pounded his catch of the day while her juices spilled out all across the carpet, staining it with the scent of a needy feral bitch. Grabbing the base of the bowling pin in the woman's asshole, the cub prepared himself for a big finish, straining to hold on for as long as he possibly could, pulling the toy out of her before simultaneously ramming both his knot as well as the bowling pin inside of her as deep as he could, getting her to clench down on him harder than she'd done before. With a yell, Lars pumped out a huge load inside of the wailing beast's cunt, doubling over as she milked him like a machine, clinging to his knot as he shot ropes of cum into her depths. With burning shame on her face, Samantha whimpered louder with every spurt of cum she felt splashing against her womb, her ears folded down submissively as his seed trickled out from under the tight tie the two were locked into, staining the grey fur around her crotch. Lars made sure to get every last drop of his cum inside of the monster before even thinking of pulling out, panting as he looked down at his knot still throbbing between her lips, grinning with a winded chuckle as he grabbed the base of his dick and gave it a yank, popping free of the wild woman's grasp with a gasp. Cum immediately poured from her freshly creampied cunt, drooling down her ass and all over her cheeks, marking her fur with the scent of the young boy. Satisfied with the punishment he'd given the intruder, Lars stood up, still holding his cock as he let the cum smeared across his girth drip down onto Samantha's face as he stood over her, grinning smugly,
“Hope you learned your lesson. Are you gonna behave if I let you go, or am I gonna have to breed you again~?”
The feral lady whimpered, avoiding eye contact with the cub, flinching and yelping as he yanked the bowling pin out of her tailhole, staying still and making no attempt at getting out of her bindings. Seeing that the werewolf seemed to be calm, Lars carefully undid the knot on the jump rope and unwrapped the blanket off of her, keeping an eye on her the whole time, thankful to see that she kept completely still the whole time. Stepping back as soon as he had her untied, the cub watched as the sheepish monster staggered up to her feet, leaking cum as she scampered over to the open window and climbed out, running off into the bushes in the backyard while Lars smirked, his hands on his hips. Though proud of fucking a werewolf into submission, stepping into a puddle reminded the boy of a very different sort of a problem he still had, glancing down at the mess she'd left on the carpet as he sighed, scratching his head while poking at the growing wet spot soaking into the carpet,
“Wonder if mom's gonna be able to smell that…”