It was a dark and gloomy Saturday night, and on the dimly lit path in the local park, a young woman and her son walked their way from the swings back towards their home. Unluckily for them, their night would not turn out as they might have hoped.

"Mom, why is it so dark when it's only 6?" Her son, 6 years of age, looked up to his mom with wide, innocent eyes. Zandra, a red and white fox with bright blond hair and a distinctly womanly figure, looked down at her son with warm eyes, ruffling the top of his similar red-furred head.

"Because it's the middle of autumn, sweetie," She said with a soothing tone full of warmth for her offspring. "The sun goes to sleep earlier because it's so tired."

"It's all sleepy?" The cub's eyes widened. "At this time? I'm not sleepy until...later!"

"That's right." She beamed at him, returning her hand to his so that he could follow along properly. He seemed both confused but also interested in the prospect of a sun having a 'bedtime' that changed throughout the seasons, but Zandra for the impression he didn't quite understand the passage of time yet; after all, he was only 6, it was a lot for a boy his age to assume.

Street lamps lined the path up towards the edge of the park, but that's where they ended. Zandra and her son lived in a particularly rural part of the world, one where there was plenty of foliage and not so much of a 'concrete jungle' like places such as New York or Manhattan. Where the path ended, it instead merged perpendicularly into a long winding path that ran across the left-hand side district they lived in. During the day it would have been fine to use, but during the autumn and winter, it was a scary prospect-- predominantly because there were no lights to guide them on the path and they had to walk in the dark.

Zandra, however, was a fairly confident woman. She held her son's hand tightly and walked with him to the end of that path, hesitating only briefly when they were met with encapsulating darkness on their left and right. Her son, Zeke, was much too young to really understand his mother's fear other than the darkness itself being scary, but he was a brave boy, and held his mother's hand tightly, encouraging not only himself but her too. She looked down at him briefly before taking a left turn, heading back the way they had come to get to the park in the first place.

It was both peaceful, yet eerie. The wind blew around them in a gentle breeze that made the surrounding trees and plants rustle with each subtle little movement, and the way the window blew directly across the path gave them both a chill of sorts, but the wind wasn't too cold, and their fur helped to insulate against it. Leaves were strewn across the path and crunched under their feet as they walked, and Zeke had a fun time jumping up and down as they walked, his eyes wide with delight at the sound of such delicate crunching.

Zandra, however, was apprehensive. It was a night just like this one, some 6 or 7 years ago when she was a lot younger, that she encountered something horrific that, inevitably, brought her son into this world. That encounter was something she'd never forget and, to a point, sometimes wanted to forget about...at least, for the most part. Since then, at least, she had always been a little nervous about the darkness, especially around the woods...but she wanted her son to enjoy his childhood more than placating her own fears. She walked onwards with her head held high, metaphorically speaking, knowing that they weren't that far from their home; 10 minutes, at most.

The rustling of the nearby bushes and trees sounded off to her, but it was either for her to be paranoid; regardless, she picked up the pace and her son followed dutifully, not even recognising that it might have been a problem. There was a loud, significant rustle to their right and Zandra paused for a moment, her head turning in the direction of the noise, before she quickened her pace. She was sure of it now-- something was here.

"Mommy, why are we walking so fast?" Zandra wanted to run, but she had something else to worry about. Her son was getting a little suspicious, but she knew a way to easily placate him. At the same time, she was sure she heard a growl from behind her that sent a chill up her spine.

"W-We're just trying to get home fast so we can make dinner, okay?" She assured him, and he bounced along, clearly happier about the idea of food than he should be. That growling, however, was getting louder and more prominent. Zandra was beginning to feel more and more uneasy, though she was more surprised that her son wasn't even phased by the noise-- did he not hear it? 

Suddenly, the creature made itself known. A rustle to the fox's left made her swing her head to the side, and from the bushes in front of him came a black, shaggy creature. It kept low to the ground at first and looked like nothing more than a stray cat, but it slowly rose and encapsulated the width of the path, obscuring what little light came from the moon above. The snarling and growling was more prominent than ever, the vibrating tones ripping through the air and making the fox's fur stand on end.

"Puppy!" Zeke was more than enamoured with the sight as Zandra stared into the creature's yellow eyes-- it seemed her son had better eyesight than her, for sure enough, it was a werewolf. Just like that fateful night some years ago, the beast of the moon stood before her.

"Zeke, get away!" Zandra urged, more out of fear for her son's safety than her own. She knew all too well what werewolves were like on the night of the full moon, and she scolded herself for not even realising it was that kind of night when she'd left the house. She pulled her son back as he tried to step forwards, and the werewolf followed, bowing its body and lunging towards them.

Luckily, however, someone was on their side. Before the hulking mass could even make contact with them, a barely visible blur of black from the side shot out in front of him, swiping to the side. Zandra was obscured by its large frame, but the sound of a high-pitched yelp was followed by a roar that threatened to make her ears sting. She heard the heavy padding of footsteps receding into the distance, but the heavy breathing of another creature still remained.

"Daddy!"

Zandra froze when she heard her son's voice, and her gaze snapped to him, watching as he wrestled himself out of his mother's grip and stepped towards the hulking creature. Zandra's gaze swept up and stared as the werewolf turned around, staring down into her face with those same yellow eyes at the other...but there was no snarling or baring teeth. Instead, it simply looked right back at her, before turning towards the younger fox. Its large hand reached out in the dark and Zeke clutched to it, as if he knew all along who it was. Zandra could barely believe her eyes; after that night so long ago, she had effectively never seen the werewolf again...it had disappeared in the light of day. She was shocked to see it again, and even she understood it was the same werewolf, even if her son hadn't mentioned it.

"I...Is it really you?" She asked tentatively as her son giggled and clutched the werewolf's hand, bouncing up and down, as if he wanted to be lifted. The werewolf didn't answer her, and she couldn't tell if it was because he couldn't, or that he just didn't want to. To her surprise, however, she felt its huge, behemoth hand on her shoulder, pressing down to make her feel his weight. It was oddly comforting, but that wasn't the werewolf's intention. Instead, his hand curled around and pulled, dragging her in as he grabbed Zeke in turn, picking him up in a way that was surprisingly appropriate to carry to a child, just under his ass. Zeke clutched to the werewolf so easily, without a care in the world, and Zandra found herself quickly swept up in the same fashion, pulled against his large chest. He had to be at least 8 feet or more, if she guessed-- had he gotten bigger since they last met?

In a sudden and instant leap, they were in the air, and Zandra's feet no longer touched the floor. Her breath caught in her lungs as they sailed above the trees that weaved around the houses and paths-- the sight of the houses beneath them was both breathtaking and terrifying at the same time. They travelled in a large curve, and it felt like they were floating in the air forever before they started to descend at an alarming rate. Zeke cried out happily as they plummeted down, but Zandra had to suppress a terrified scream.

They landed with a surprisingly soft thud in the back garden of a particularly familiar house...Zandra immediately recognised it as her own home, from the distinctive soccer ball that sat by the patio door. She felt the arm loosen from around her body and her feet touched the grass. Her legs wobbled a little as she tried to calm her nerves, but her son was quite the opposite; he bounded to the back door and twisted the handle, eager to get inside. Unfortunately, his mother had the keys, and Zandra was taking her time to wobble across to the door, but her hands were steady enough to reach into her pocket for her keys.

"Are we having dinner now?" Zeke asked, completely unfazed by the sight of such a talk, hulking creature behind them, who watched with all the patience that Zandra never would have expected.

"Hmm, it's a little early. Why don't you go and play with your toys for a while so I can talk to your...dad." She hesitated to say the word and heard a grunt behind her from the creature.

"But you said..." The fox's lower lip started to wobble; nothing that Zandra couldn't handle, considering the events of that night.

"You can have a snack from the cupboard."

"...Chocolate?"

"Chocolate."

"Okay!" He beamed and quickly turned as she twisted the handle to let him into the kitchen, which the back door was connected to.

"Only one bar! Don't spoil you dinner." She called, and heard some sort of response, before she closed the door and twisted the handle upwards to lock it. She stood by the door for a second, gathering herself, before she turned to the creature before her.

It was easier to see him in the light stuck just next to the back door, which had turned on when it detected motion. He was just as much of a behemoth as she imagined; 8 feet was a good guess now that she looked at him, but he could arguably be taller if he wasn't consistently hunching over. He was distinctly bipedal, but the majority of his frame was squashed into that bent position, with his meaty claws a good handful of inches off the floor and his digitigrade ankles supporting the majority of his weight. His fur was predominantly black, but in the light, some of it seemed brownish, or perhaps grey, in colour...it was ultimately hard to tell. Zandra didn't have to worry about anyone seeing his impossibly tall frame; her fences were high, and the neighbours kept to themselves.

"You..." Before she could even speak, the werewolf moved, striding forwards and crossing the distance from the grass to the small back porch, which wasn't much more than a couple of slabs of stone and a mat to wipe their feet before going inside.

"Found you," It suddenly spoke, taking Zandra by surprise, but it didn't seem like it could handle words well. "Too long. Couldn't find."

"Oh, you...were searching all this time?" Zandra asked tentatively, and in response the werewolf reached down, putting a large hand on her shoulder before curling it towards her front. His claws raked across her clothes and threatened to rip them with each sharp tip, before he twisted his palm and brought his fingers to her chin, forcing her to lift her muzzle up a little. He held her with his thumb and index finger, his yellow eyes searching.

"Mate," He grunted, before his gaze flicked past her to the door behind them. "Young. Had to find."

"How did you know I was going to be pregnant?" What a stupid question for her to ask, given the circumstances, but the mind worked in mysterious ways. At her question, the werewolf bared his teeth, but not in a threatening way...there was something coy about it.

"Know." His eyes flicked from her face and down, and Zandra followed, tilting her head down as his hand withdrew. Her face flushed with a mixture of embarrassment and surprise when she realised what he was referring to; between his legs swung an ample set of heavy fuzzy nuts, and resting atop was a plump, thick sheath. She could already see a tip poking out of the top, a pinkish red, and as she watched it grew even more, betraying the werewolf's true intentions.

"Oh..." Zandra's voice trailed off as her heart pounded in her chest. Her mind flashed back to that night, to when a large werewolf-- him, specifically-- had pinned her down and bred her so mercilessly...and 9 months later she had given birth to her son. Her face grew hot just from remembering it; forceful and rough as it was, it was also pure ecstasy. The werewolf seemed to notice her gaze, and her feelings, for his hand raised to the top of her head and pushed, forcing her down.

Now that she was face to face with it, she had to admire just how huge it was, and now she was completely sure that the werewolf was bigger than when they last met...though that was a good few years ago now. Zandra's adult hands grazed over the werewolf's thighs and up to his sheath, watching with her eyes lidded over as the member grew, sliding from the sheath and twitching every so often, veiny and thick. There was something about the way his hand held her way, the way he growled above her. It was...possessive. Like she was a pet...and somehow, Zandra didn't seem to mind. In fact, she might have even yearned for it.

Slowly, Zandra leaned her head forwards, keeping one hand on the werewolf's thigh whilst the other reached to his sheath, grabbing it around the base. It was already half-hard by the time she touched it, but the mere feeling of her fingers alone caused the cock to grow even more, and as she dragged her hand up she felt the twitching mass of his knot, hidden away without the plump fuzzy housing. She reached her digits up to the heated flesh and teased around the sheath, giving it a little tug and watching as more of the cock revealed itself, until the entrance to that pouch reached the top of the knot. With a grunt, it slid over the werewolf's knot like it was nothing, revealing the entire thing to the air; several inches thick, at least double digits, and ungodly warm.

Her muzzle pressed to the tip and she delighted in the way it stiffened and throbbed against her face, eager for her touch. She didn't even have to push her lips down herself, for the werewolf's hand guided her, pushing her head down onto it. She closed her eyes and relished both the taste and the warmth as it slid along her tongue and all the way to the back of her throat with relative ease. He vocalise his approval in carnal growls and rumbling snarls, and his claws dug against her head and snaked through her blond hair as he urged her further down. She strained and relaxed herself as it pushed down into her throat, somewhere she'd never taken it before. She was surprised she didn't immediately gag on it, but it certainly blocked her airway completely.

The werewolf did not keep her there for long. He plunged deep into her until his knot kissed with her lips before sliding back, letting her spit coat his cock on the way out. Maybe it was because he could smell her arousal, or maybe he was just impatient-- either way, she was already 'ready' for him, so to speak, her panties damp with need. Each heavy waft of heat on her face, each ear twitch that reacted to his growl, sent her back to that night...she'd never admitted it to anyone, but it turned her on to think about it, and she'd fingered herself to it many times. His hand loosened from her head and she pulled herself into an upright position, just in time for his claw to descend down her front.

"Oh--!" Zandra's eyes widened with surprise when a single digit hooked into the scarf she had tucked around her neck, and her cheeks flushed as a sudden realisation hit her; he was going to see what she had on underneath. She froze, eyes wide as the scarf slipped from her shoulders with a simple tug, revealing a tightly-fitting accessory underneath: a collar. Zandra had secretly been getting a little more into light bondage recently, and had even found a group for it...she never would have imagined the night might turn out like this, or she would have taken it off.

"...Pet." The werewolf growled a simple word that shook Zandra to her core and she shuddered under his touch, tensing as his claw traced from her neck down to the collar, wedging itself between her flesh and the leather. He pulled and she leant forwards, quivering on her knelt position as the cold of the stone seeped into her clothed knees. It felt good to be tugged around, but she didn't want to say that out loud...she was pretty sure he knew, anyway.

"Mom? Dad?"

Zandra froze when she heard her son's voice, but the werewolf didn't stop tugging her to his pulsing knot. The fox embarrassingly pressed her muzzle up to his crotch and held it there as she heard the back door click shut, followed by the scuff of little feet on the stone. She saw Zeke appear from the corner of her eye, his gaze moving from her to his father's impressively-sized cock, before back to her again. His face scrunched up, but he didn't seem too perturbed, just confused.

The werewolf said nothing as his hand trailed back down and continued what he had been doing so slowly before, his claws raking across her clothes and pulling in all the right places. For things like her coat, it slipped easily from her shoulders and she shrugged out of it, making sure to pull down the zipper, but for other things like her sweater or shirt, he tore them as if they were nothing, and they fell in shreds around her, exposing her upper body. One quick flick of his claw popped the bit of fabric that held her bra together and it flung open to reveal her ample breasts and already perky nipples, each one hard with arousal. Zeke's eyes widened at the sight and Zandra found herself unable to say anything, simply following the werewolf's command. She should be telling her son not to look, but...she couldn't understand why she was acting like this. Was it because she was just so horny, or was it something else entirely? Not even she knew.

With her upper body more or less exposed, the werewolf let go of her collar with one hand and pushed with the other one that had but moments ago undressed her, and she obeyed his command, slowly leaning backwards. His hand continued to push and he squatted to follow it with his own body as Zandra was coerced to lay flat against the stone, mere inches from the grass. The chill set into her back immediately, but the heat of her own arousal drowned it out and she instinctively spread her legs, still wearing jeans to keep her warm. The beast's gaze looked up and down and Zandra understood immediately what he wanted, her hands delving down and quickly popping the button of her jeans, before sliding them past her hips and hooking her panties along with it. She could see the werewolf's nostrils flaring and taking in the scent of her arousal, and the thought made her blush.

Her pants were off in seconds, and she tossed them to the side as the werewolf quickly closed the distance between them. One hand tucked under her body and lifted her up effortlessly as the other grabbed a handful of cloth scraps and shoved them towards her mouth. She opened her muzzle for him and grunted when he forced the cloth into her mouth to keep her quiet, as if she knew she was going to be loud. From behind him, Zeke rounded his father's body and stared wide-eyed at his mother's naked form, his gaze running from her tits down to her visibly moist pussy. For a moment Zandra hesitated, unsure whether she wanted her son to watch, and the large werewolf sensed her unease. He reached out to his son and directed him with his free hand, the other propping the female fox up-- he coaxed Zeke over to stand by his mother's hand and then pushed, getting him to kneel down. Zandra didn't understand what the creature had in mind at first, but when she turned her head and found herself face-to-face with her own son's crotch, it became clear.

The werewolf wasted no time afterwards aligning himself with her body, his towering frame blocking out the porch light from blinding her. She glanced down just in time to see his thick, meaty cock lining up across her stomach, pressing and rubbing into her fur as his knot kneaded against her puffy, horny pussy, before he pulled back, sliding himself along until the top of his canine cock, tapered and narrow, grazed across her clit and down to her wet folds, pushing and nudging as if he were gauging her tightness...then, but a few moments later, he started to push.

"M-Mom, I feel weird..." Zeke muttered, and Zandra's gaze travelled to her son, blinking up at him before looking down at his crotch. Sure enough, she could see it; despite his perhaps oversized jeans, there was a distinctive bump, once that more or less confirmed his own arousal. Without Zandra even saying anything, her son started to pop the button of his jeans, reaching inside for whatever lay beneath. It tugged it free over the waistband of his underwear, revealing a pinkish member, not unlike the werewolf's own in shape.

"It feels...funny." He remarked as Zandra sucked in a breath, quivering not just from the sight of his young cock, but also the feeling of being so totally, completely full, thanks to the werewolf's steadily intruding cock. It stretched her pussy beyond its normal limits and bulged her stomach the further it went, but there was no pain, just a pinch of discomfort-- in fact, she felt more pleasure than anything else, enough to make her groan as she parted her lips and sat up just a little, trying to reach her son's cock.

After a few moments, she could feel the werewolf's knot pressing snugly to her entrance, kneading and pushing back and forth to try and enter her, but both of them knew it was going to take a little more than some heavy pushing to get it inside. The hand under her body tucked her up a little higher to better line up with that impressive member, and with a growl he pulled back, his cock slick with her juices, throbbing with every inch that withdrew, until he was about halfway out of her. Then, suddenly, he pushed back in again, a grunt escaping him as his knot connected to her folds with a light, wet slapping sound, his balls swinging with the light force of his thrusting body. Zandra gasped and looked up at her son, who met her gaze instantly, his hands awkwardly toying with his dick as he looked down at her, both embarrassed and unsure. Slowly, Zandra closed her eyes and brought her head forwards, spitting out the rags of her shirt as her muzzle quickly and easily met with Zeke's little cock, barely a handful of inches in length-- larger than average considering his age. She stuck out her tongue and ran it along the twitching underneath of his cock and he whimpered his approval, confused yet enamoured by the feelings of pleasure.

Zandra slowly took him in just as she took in the werewolf on the other side of her, her innards quivering and gripping around every inch of his invading member as her head bowed to take her son's cock into her mouth. Her tongue slid along the side of his length and he shuddered atop her, his hand reaching down to grab onto the collar that his father had done not that long ago; it was hard to tell if he'd noticed it before or if the werewolf was guiding her son without her being able to see, but regardless, she didn't mind; a moan escaped her, muffled around his cock, as the werewolf picked up speed on top of her, his snarls and grunts of carnal, animalistic pleasure combined with the lewd, wet sounds of their sex, intermittently accompanied by the boy's gentle whimpers. She hoped the neighbours couldn't hear.

Rather than thrust on his own, Zeke used his mother's collar as leverage, pulling her in onto his cock before loosening his grip so she could pull back. Zandra understand instinctively what he wanted each time he relaxed his grip and made sure to roll her tongue around his little member, feeling that pulsing knot meeting with her muzzle and threatening to slide inside-- not that she couldn't take it, given its size, but it was cute to think about how he was holding back for her. He picked up speed relatively quickly and she had to wonder whether it was because he was close or just inexperienced. The werewolf, on the other hand, was clearly just pent-up, but he kept his speed slow and simply drew himself out more and more with every other thrust, until he was withdrawing and slamming his whole cock inside of her, making her entire body shake with intense bliss, her inner walls massaging every turgid inch.

"M-Mom, I feel weird, I...!" The cub groaned his mixed confusion and pleasure as he started to thrust of his own accord, pulling his mother's collar tight towards his body as he humped, those little balls jiggling and bouncing with every clumsy thrust. With a yelp, he pushed his cock forwards and his knot slipped past her teeth-- mostly in part due to her opening her mouth a little wider-- and with a shaky gasp he orgasmed into her mouth, shooting blanks into the back of her throat. There was no fluid to speak of, not even a dribble of pre-cum, but his climax was obvious from his trembling body and shaky breaths. Zandra did her best to lick and slurp, but she was aware that he'd be very sensitive after his orgasm...especially if it was his first.

As if turned on by his son's own orgasm, the werewolf changed tact completely, switching long and hard thrusts into short rapid humps, where the fullness of his cock evolved into rough, stomach-bulging sex as his knot mashed against her entrance over and over. It was hard not to moan from that feeling alone, of being so effortlessly filled up by him, and every other thrust helped to loosen her hold further and further as she felt every wave of tingling pleasure surge within her, bringing her closer to orgasm. The sounds of their sex grew wetter and louder the more it continued, but it was clear there was to be some kind of finale, for over time, Zandra felt her entrance loosening, accepting him...craving him, almost.

And with one fateful push, he knotted her, his bulbous base slipping into her with a wet, audible pop. She arched her back, rolling her head away from her son as she reached out to grab the werewolf's forearm clutched around the small of her back, squirming not in discomfort or pain, but pleasure. Her insides clamped and squeezed like a vice and unbearable ecstasy overtook her, filling her with a tingling feeling that made her entire body seize for just a few seconds, before she went completely limp, her body rocking with a heavy orgasm. She felt his cock pulsing and throbbing inside her, pumping her body full of thick, gooey werewolf cum, more than her body should handle. It dribbled out from around the werewolf's knot, oozing down his heavy balls and onto the grass below in little off-white dribbles.

Their once loud and heavy sex turned completely quiet, save for their pants and huffs. There was no chance of him pulling out with him so eagerly stuck to her, but he seemed to realise that, for he pulled her up towards his body, cradling her half-limp, moaning frame with both meaty hands. Zandra could tell that he mostly was only holding her so her body didn't tug so hard on his knot, but it still felt nice to be held...she hadn't really experienced that since she had her kid. Speaking of Zeke, the 6-year-old was still knelt on the stone, looking tired but happy. He looked up at his mother and their eyes met-- in his sudden embarrassment, he quickly stuffed himself away, before getting to his feet.

"Um, mom," The boy began, approaching the two of them and awkwardly keeping his gaze away from their obvious tying. "Can dad stay?"

She didn't expect him to ask that, but her gaze went to the werewolf anyway, staring into his yellow eyes. She reached up to cup his cheek and watched as he leant into it with a quiet growl.

"...Yes, Zeke. He can stay."