Shunned, Chapter one: One cold night...

A woman was walking along the darkening street in her jogging shorts and tank top, a leash connecting her to the border collie walking along in front of her. She picked up the pace as dusk set in, on the stretch of the straight suburban road, beautiful, small houses lined the street, and immediately beside her was the entry to the woods that surrounded the small town. Picket-fences lined the darkened gardens, and the lights shining from the open windows of the houses dimly lit up the street. Suddenly, for no apparent reason, the Border Collie veered off the path and pulled his owner into the woods.

"Stop! Lollie! Stop!" But the Collie didn't listen, he seemed to be on a mission, and ran past many trees, his owner, Clare, having to jump aside to avoid hitting trees. She ran and panted, sweat gathering on her palms as she struggle in vain to pull against her dog. "S-stop Lollie!" She once again cried out, but once again it was ignored. Trees zipped past, their trunks and foilage blurring as her run broke into a sprint. Her sweaty grip on the leash steadily got looser and looser. The only thing holding her dog to her was her finger, gripping the end of the leash as tightly as possible. She slipped her hand further onto the leash, getting a better grip on it, when a deep, threatening growl resounded out from behind her. She turned her head, not seeing anything other than the trees and houses drifting further with every passing second. Just as she turned to face her dog, a tree consumed her view and grew closer, before being able to act, the tree knocked into her, knocking her flat on her back. Her last sight was the flourescent leash disappearing into oblivion as her consciousness faded from reality.

Some time later, her body lay unconscious under the tree, a large, rugged lupine silhouette approaching her. It's claws crunched the dry leaves that sat between them and the ground as it came to be at Clare's feet, it's large rugged head hanging low, the long muzzle approaching her. His head hovered over her covered crotch as the great canid beast breathed in the scent of what lay under those thin layers of cotton. He lowered his head and nuzzled her clothed sex. She stirred in her sleep. He knew what he had to get, and had a fairly good idea on how to get it. He snagged the shorts on his teeth, moving backwards, dragging them past her ankles. She had not been wearing underwear, odd considering that she was just going for a walk, but that didn't bother the wolf, whose fur was jet black, and his eyes a bright, demonic red.

He reapproached the now naked sex, breathing in her very feint scent of arousal. He ran his demonic tongue along the tight lips. Clare squirmed, entering a half-asleep state. She giggled blissfully. "Oh, Lollie, that's Mummy's special place. Don't lick there." Despite her defensive comments, her arousal was clear, at least to the demonic wolf. He licked again, causing her tight aroused sex to begin swelling. "Oh, someone's a keen little fella, alright, one go." She opened her eyes slightly, but when she saw exactly what was licking her slit, she freaked.

She immediately tried to get up and crawl away from the hell hound. But her attempt to crawl away had given the horny lupine a perfect opportunity. With little effort, he pounced, wrapping his front legs around her and bucking sharply. After two thrusts, his bright red cocktip slipped out of it's furry, black sheath, and forced it's tapered tip just past her tight lips. She gasped as the wolf thrust into her and sent his growing cock deeper into her. She screamed as her most private orifice was plundered by the veiny, thick cock. With a snarl, the beasts long cock slipped out of his sheath. He pulled his paws closer to himself as he grinded in and out of her wet passage.

Much to Clare's chagrin, the dog kept exploring her depths, but, to her shame, she had stopped resisting, and started to enjoy the rape. The thick veins and deflated knot brushed against her clitoris, sending shockwaves of pleasure throughout her body as she gasped out, starting to chase the dog's cock as it slipped back. "Oh... Oh!" She moaned as dog hilted itself and the knot began growing. He pulled out to the tip and began thrusting back in at an alarming pace. His knot grew fast, swelling to half size she reached down and rubbed at her clit.

The dog's breath ran sharp, and became visible in the chilled dusk air. The dog's knot swelled steadily, as he thrust as deep as he could into her, it was almost completely inflated, and his over-filled balls pulled up close to his body and he thrust the knot past her stretched lips. The knot swelled, sealing his thick meat inside. His cock twitched, and Clare groaned as every twitch was felt throughout her body and timed in with every twitch was a strong squirt of warm fluid deep into her crevice. Clare sighed as his orgasm passed. In the span of a blink, the thick cock withered back into it's sheath and the wolf ran off. Clare was left laying there, violated and with an itch deep inside herself in the dirtiest place possible. All she did was sit there, and a strong pulse made itself felt in her groin, sending pleasurable shockwaves throughout her body as she moaned and writhed in pleasure.

After her orgasm passed, she collapsed, laying in a panting, exhausted heap. She laid there in the dark, completely unaware of the new life growing within her...