“MEAT” The wilds. As wet and as cold as they were in the foot of the mountains, they were mine. For a time, at least. The tribe of Blue-Arms saw to that when they moved in from the East, at first it was a welcome but as they pushed, we pushed back harder than we should have. A few of us broke off to avoid this tribal fight and settled into an area until it calmed down. The three of us sisters, all bearing the marks of the Wet-Fangs, we moved further West until we found our new home. Settling in a cave for the first few months we survived mainly on deer and vermin, life wasn't the easiest but we made sure everyone stuck together, it was our life now. It wasn't until the eldest sister was killed by a Man-Mount that we had to move on, further up into the hills and away from their paths. We stayed in one of the Man-Things strange creations for a time, it was big and square and was painted like flowers but left in the forest to rot. It provided more protection than a cave but it was very tricky to get into with our long claws. My youngest sister never made it back one day, I howled for her but only my echoes ever reached me. I never found what happened to her, my wish is that she settled in with the wild wolves that cut through the land and settled into a more of the wild life than I could offer her. The nights were getting colder and I could not hunt on my own very well, I tracked down the hills for vermin, searching everywhere I could for my next meal. Long-Ears, Tunnel-Rats or even a Tree-Jumper would help, I was not used to these pains in my gut. As my claws ripped into the side of of a grey Long-Ear and batted it into a tree I knew I couldn't go on like this for much longer. I was frustrated, hungry and cold. Not knowing the secrets of the elders that was their fire I was barely scraping by, it wouldn't be long until I was claimed like both my sisters. I thought of going back to the clans but without my sisters there I would have to travel at night and at least for a whole moon cycle. Leaning onto my back legs I ripped the fur from the small kill, using my long back claws to snip its hide off, crunching it between my jaws after gutting it. Being reminded of my elder sisters words on being such a fussy eater I grumbled to myself and went back into the bush to fetch the innards I had thrown to one side. A lot of her words seemed to echo in my head as of late, is if she was guiding me in some way. Padding over to the bush and grabbing up the guts I cleaned them off as best I could, scraping out what looked like nuts and bark mush from the insides before swallowing it down, my sense of taste may have dulled from these few seasons as I barely even shuddered. Seeing light on the other side of the bush I stared down to spot and Man-Thing on the path. He was stood next to something that looked like what we had been sleeping in but light was bursting from its eyes. I watched as he moved around and put strange objects around his new camp, I couldn't let him live so close to me. Not looking like much of a threat I watched as he placed some things down and kept drinking from his hard water skin, he was moving in a weird rhythm as if he had done this before. Why was this Man-Thing so far away from his herd? Stalking closer I could hear him calling out like a bird as he worked, was he trying to summon his herd to him? Letting off a small howl got him to stop but he now looked nervous, darting his head around but still missing me in the bushes. After a little while he went back to work and began playing with a red thing with legs, then went back inside the Man-Mount. I waited, only to see him come out with a few small circles of meat and begin to mess with the red drum looking thing again, fiddling with another drum underneath and what looked like rope, these humans sure did make things complicated to understand. “Not worth stealing,” I thought to myself as I eyed them but as he put them on the red thing and stood there the most wonderful smell of meat came from them. It made my maw drip as I tried to fight back against the waft of smells, no Man-Thing was worth the trouble for that little food, no matter how good it smelt. Cleaning my chin with my wrist I snook closer to find his secret. My mind slowly being filled with thoughts of food. In my clan we could only get meat smelling that good after a bonfire and a fully gutted creature. Stalking up behind him I moved closer to get a better look and sniff him rather than whatever he was doing to that meat to make it smell so good, I tried to make some kind of sound that didn't sound like me as the last little howl made him look nervous. Crouched behind him just out of arms reach I picked up some dirt and threw it against his leg, causing him to flip around fast enough to fall over. I must have scarred him pretty good from being there as he stumbled back and swung a square metal thing on a stick. Perhaps that was mainly my fault, being dipped on all fours must have made him think I was about to attack or lunge. Padding up to him only caused him to make a horrible sound like I had dug into him with my claws, I tried covering one ear but he wouldn't stop and really was hurting at this point. Knowing that Man-Things have very loose skins I grabbed onto his blue hide and pulled him close but it ripped straight off like a winter fur. Grabbing again around his collar I pulled him back to me without it coming straight off this time, Close enough now I grabbed him with both hands and held him under one hand to silenced his scream hole as I got a good look around, he could have been mewling like a pup for its mother for all I knew. Apart from being loud I did have to say this human smelt fairly nice, a mix of wood and spices far too exotic for my nose. Taking my chance to inspect the meat now I leaned up a little and inspected his red drum, he was holding them above the flames on very small metal sticks. His knowledge was certainly above my clans at least, being friendly I tried to think of something that would get this Human to like me more and hopefully stop screaming into the pad of my hand. Lifting one hand up he didn't scream this time so I introduced myself slowly, I didn't know any words in Human besides one but I couldn't even remember what the true meaning of it was. “Forest,” I growled out, the words hurting my throat as if I choked them out. I now sat on top of him to free up my hands. He said something in return but it was completely lost on me, sounded like something a sick creature would make but I nodded along. Remembering that advice from the Shaman that Humans liked that, she also said they loved being clean. Taking her advice I tried on this Man-Thing and licked on his chest where his loose fur had come off, he whimpered and whispered something but made no move to stop me. Realising I still had a lot of blood on my muzzle I rubbed it off on my wrist and went back to my cleaning. He was grabbing at the dirt around him as I licked, it may have been his way of being submissive I only knew that he was too far away from anything sharp or heavy to suddenly lash out like a trapped rat. He didn't taste that bad to be fair, very salty and herb like at the same time. It was then I realised that I had been doing this for far too long and the Man-Thing Looked ready to fall asleep and he wiggled in the dirt a little to get comfy, with a strain I got off him and let him move but all he did was sit up and try to move a hand towards me. I sniffed it cautiously but he moved past my nose and rubbed my cheek, it felt oddly nice as he worked those dull fingers into my fur. Giving a huff he moved his second hand in as well but when they got to my ears I couldn't help but sigh. Whoever this Man-Thing was sure knew how to treat a girl right. After a while we both seemed very relaxed and comfortable, I said my human word again but then he said something and pointed to the camp that I assumed he was sleeping in. Standing up I gave it a look inside, it sure looked very clean inside and the walls did not look like they would stain my fur like mine would if you rubbed against them. Nosing around I found small tokens and weird totems, he followed after me and closed the door, it sure was warm in here for some reason but there was no fire pit to be seen. Sitting on what I thought was his bed I realised how comfy it was, were all Man-Things living in this kind of comfort? Sitting next to me he tried to say a few words but I shushed him when he nodded to me and walked off to do something, I got comfy on his bed in the meantime when he came back with a bowl of something, it was water. Confused at how he could just create water I sniffed it just in case he had just pissed in it and was about to throw it out his cave but no, it was the cleanest water I had ever smelt. Taking it off him I lapped it up as he just watched me, I glanced up ever now and then but by the time I had got half way through it all I was a little soaked in the face, licking my chops I passed the bowl back to him to share and now watched as he drank it down. He seemed oddly into it and looked at the bowl with a kind of hunger like he was trying not to lick it. Placing the bowl down he passed me some kind of pelt and made the motion to wipe my face which I did after he did. As I was doing that I hardly noticed he was looking at something as I was sat there, he was looking at something on my chest or stomach. Looking as well I didn't see anything out of the ordinary but he kept looking. I gestured for him to come closer and hoped that he would show me what he was gawking at. He got close again and sat next to me again, using his hand to touch on my chest, I couldn't see what he was trying to do if anything but I placed a hand on his shoulder just in case he did try anything stupid. As he grabbed into my grey fur I saw his fingers twirl around something pink, tilting my head to get a better luck I saw it was one of my six breasts, one of the smaller pairs under my main ones, and chuckled at him, at least it was nothing to worry about so I let him mess with my stomach fur as I inspected him a little closer. He was pretty small compared to me, that much was certain. He had black fur on the top of his head but nowhere else, going to feel his fur it was much softer and thinner than mine, even if I did push his head down a little. His other weird coloured fur was coming off where I had grabbed him but as he played with it himself even more came off, in fact he was taking more of it off himself as he sat and stroked my chest. Nothing much really stood out about him besides that he often acted like a pup begging for attention, I never remember the Shaman saying anything about this so I left the Man-Thing to do what he liked. Scraping the fur that came off him off one of my claws and onto the floor I was careful to not destroy his bedding, even the elders were careful when sleeping on their hides. Unsure why but I could swear it was getting warmer in here, mainly on the inside of my body. Feeling my face it was much warmer than I was used to but it didn't make me want to start panting yet, it was very odd to say the least. Looking down at my Human now I could see him doing something as he had both hands on the lumps of my chest and was burying his face into my fur, I don't know why yet again but he just seemed so cute in that moment. I really should have asked the Shaman if all humans had that effect but I knew his answer would have been in a riddle yet again. He licked me back in return for once but only really seemed to focus on my breasts but mainly the nipples as his hands rubbed and twirled around the other ones, feeling the odd tug where some knots in the fur had formed, I guess it had been a while since I was groomed. Thinking to myself was getting harder slowly as this bed for all its comfort was starting to make me feel funny, shifting around a little made the human sink lower as his head was now on my leg. Frowning at him I felt him lick on the lighter patch of fur, kind of weird to be grooming there but at least he was being submissive. With one hand he tried to move the leg he wasn't leaning on, snickering at his weak arms I moved it for him which seemed to give him a burst of energy as he sunk even lower and was sniffing at the black lips of my birthing parts. Frowning at him now I wondered if this was some kind of ritual, I knew they wolves liked to sniff and lick at those parts as well but that was just smell where you had been and what you had eaten. If I remembered what the elders said, humans had horrible senses, maybe that's why they spent so long down there? For some reason I just couldn't fight him off right now, I simply watched as he sunk lower and kept licking until he made first contact. That lick sent my head back as I grunted, I really was not used to such attention. With all my time in my pack I had never gotten the chance to mate and the closest was probably just a cold nose stuffed back there but whatever this Human was doing was enough to make my toes curl. Leaning back I let him carry on gladly but I still kept my eye on him. I could see him pull back at one point to get his breath, he really was burying his tongue deep, the outer lips of my breeding parts probably being as big as his fist. Now leaning against the wall I could hear a creak from it but at least it held my weight for the time being. I was simply leaned back and enjoying the attention in the mean time, the Human showed no sign of stopping short of me kicking him away. He was getting deeper and bolder, his hands moving away from my breasts and many nipples as he worked the black lips apart and dug his tongue in for that sweet nectar that I was producing at a rapid pace. Pulling back one more time to breath I saw him tilt his head at something and played around with the lips of my breeding parts, it looked as if he saw something. I should have said something at the time but I had no way to tell him anything short of a growl, or elders forbid... a whimper. Diving back in with a grin on his face I watched as he trailed upwards a little and nudge something with his tongue, I have no idea what he bumped into but it caused my back to reflex a little and arch in on itself. Letting out a deep and low rumble as he kept working that part I could feel the tingle inside of me like someone blowing on some embers that sent my legs numb in pleasure. Grabbing onto the poor Man-Thing's head I held him there and gyrated onto his tongue, milking out that feeling of whatever sweet spot he was working so well. Without thinking I could hear him choking a little but whatever this feeling was, I needed more. Much more. With a snarl and a whimper mixed together I felt the burst of flame rush through the kindling of my body and take my entirely, it wasn't until a few seconds after of constant grinding that I had gone a little numb and had to check on my latest toy. Sitting up again and letting go of him I heard the wet slap first as he planted his head onto my stomach, thinking I was maybe a little rough I picked up his panting face and gave him a once over, he looked as if he had just soaked his head and his lovely feathery hair was now drenched in the thick water of my feminine juices. He seemed fine though, just a bit out of breath and very wet, although he had a deep look of pleasure on his face like a rat that got into the fat stores. Chuckling to myself I lifted him over to me by his shoulder and sat him on my stomach, licking him at least partially clean as he caught his breath. Not wanting to smother him I rubbed his back as he idly played with my chest again and mumbled to himself, it felt like a sweet scene but something struck me as wrong as there was an odd taste in the air. It took me a second to realise but then my nose placed it, something was burning. I checked quickly to make sure it wasn't either of us but then remembering the Man-Things metal drum outside with the meat I tried to get his attention. Pointing it out seemed to do nothing as he lazily pulled at his own fur to remove more of it, he looked very red and warm. He caught the hint and the smell soon enough as I pointed it out and he ran outside to deal with it. It worked perfectly as a plan jumped into my head. Sliding out of the bed to the sounds of him kicking dirt over the fire I hid next to his door and waited for my chance to strike. I wasn't too sure if my plan would work entirely, Man-Things don't exactly share the same customs but I had a feeling this one would work. Mainly thinking it should help break down some more borders, he had shown me one of his customs, I could at least show him how the Wet-Fangs treat potential mating partners. Hearing him take a few slow steps back I stooped down to all fours and got ready to strike, sure enough he didn't see me hiding off to the side straight away, giving room for my pounce to come into place as I scooped him up with one hand and dove with him to the bed. It really did look as I caught him off guard but he didn't scream this time at least, now to set my plan in action. Rolling him onto his back in the bed it really did look as if I caught him off guard, but his smile betrayed his true thoughts at that moment. Sitting on top of him I moved down to his small hips and pinned them with my own, licking at his neck I tried to tell him something but he must have not heard it as it didn't seem to have a reaction to him in any way. Frowning and giving a huff of disapproval I tried my best to explain it with my hands and from the look on his face I think he got some of it, giving a wolfish grin I climbed off him to give him a chance to get ready. I did the same as I gave my legs a stretch to begin with. Even if he couldn't understand I believed anyone would if they saw the pose I had in mind next. Seeing his strange looking member in person did make me stop, it was already completely hard and had no sheath, I was surprised I hadn't noticed it before. It definitely did not look like any kind of member in my tribe, but it looked only a few nails short at least but for his size that was pretty good. I know he could feel me looking but made no move to cover himself, with a quick pat on his head I pointed back to his bed. He climbed in with a smile and said something but I just ignored him and I flipped him easily with one hand and got on top of him again, eyeing up the angle carefully I knew that I had to make the first move. As puppy like as this Human was I could smell the inexperience a field away. Grabbing onto his hips and chest to make sure he didn't move I slowly lowered my black lips onto the member before me, sliding it inside with ease until I felt the 'bump' as I called it. I couldn't seem to fit him in any further but it seemed enough for this little Man-Thing as he wiggled and writhed in pleasure, just begging for more or to move in the slightest. He was fully inside me but it was still not deep or wide enough for my liking, I tried to tell him but by the looks on his face he was now deep in the rut, chuckling I released him and let him get to work. He did such a good job last time that I was sure this would be a memory for my cave paintings. Releasing my hands was like letting go of a bug, quickly jolting every which way with no rhyme or rhythm. Letting out a deep growl made him slow down at least, grabbing onto my hips with his tiny hands as he sank into the bed and then into me with one solid movement as I towered over him. It didn't feel as good as his tongue at first but I still wanted this and it was my choice, placing my hands near his head made him nervous by the looks of it but it also effected the angle and for some reason was much better for the both of us. I could hear his soft moans and whines as he pumped away and I couldn't help but start panting as he pounded my werewolf behind with reckless vigour. He didn't have as much of a technique as I had seen in my tribe but this was new and alien to me all over, I should at least let him have his fun first. Feeling him thrust deeper each time was starting to get the better of me, right up until I felt him poke at something inside of me, feeling a bit like that was as far as he could go. Confused by this I sat back up and was punished by a sharp pain running out through me as I accidentally slid down to the hilt of this Man-Thing's shaft, yelping a little I looked down to see a few drops of blood trailing down my grey fur. Noticing this as well the Man-Thing was quick to apologise for the most part as he tried to hug me but I pushed him back down and pinned him. This was not the time for him to act all submissive and hope I forget about it. Pinning him by the neck as I shifted slowly but every move seemed to hurt as if I had just been stabbed on the inside. This certainly was strange, I don't remember anything like this happening in the stories I had been told. The human looked about in tears at least, like I was about to rip his throat out for injuring me even slightly. It stung, that much was for sure but he was reacting pretty negatively. That is when I felt a second gush of something from inside of me and thought it had just happened again, I gave him a growl to make him shut up again but this one seemed to have no reaction as he pulled the strangest face at me. Snarling at him I bit at his neck to tell him not to do that again only to feel him freeze up, for a while he did not dare move. As I pulled back to inspect myself again I saw the blood running from me had come out as a thick white milk instead now, looking down at the human I saw him panting and his face had turned a complete shade of red. What a strange creature. Playing with my breeding parts and making sure nothing was cut on the surface I found that rubbing gently eased the pain away until it felt like nothing more than a small bruise. This white stuff felt a lot different from the blood, I didn't know enough about it but it felt as if it was flooding me and then coming out with every beat of my heart. My only experience being from my sister who I had caught using a wooden totem for the same use as this Man-Thing's member, she seemed to enjoy it a lot more than I was right now but remembering back she had smelt like she was doing it for at least half a night. Suddenly realising it must have been a slower build up rather than him licking me I went back to telling him to move now but from the look of him he was exhausted. He weakly raised an arm and mumbled something but he was still hard as a bone, looks like I will have to use my sisters tactic of a totem. Not good enough. I thought to myself, grabbing onto his shoulder I still wanted my own pleasure, it was better from this angle as well, rather than me leaning against the wall and being licked. Crawling back on top of him I could see him meekly protesting but his time for fun was over. He was wiggling just as before but was now even more vocal, his hands gripping onto my chest and finally feeling like he was using his weak little fingers on my main pair of pink nipples. Twisting and clawing at them made my heckles stand on end as I rode him like how someone would tackle a deer but with less biting. It was finally rough enough for me to feel it now as I could feel him slide down to new depth and scrape along my inner walls in just the right way. This white, creamy stuff was coming out of me now at a steady pace and had even turned a little watery in the time I had been going, mixed with my own juices it felt lovely and made the delightful slapping sound as I rammed my hips into his hairless crotch. He was still so deep inside me I tried to move even more and it turns out that was the key to it all. It wasn't how big he was, it was about how much he could give, and with me in charge he gave as much or as little as I wanted. He was no longer fighting back, he went from making that strange face to freezing up every few thrusts. I couldn't tell what he was doing but he looked to enjoy it so much I was worried his poor little heart would give out. With this new wisdom I rode him like I was running on all fours over ice, feeling the tickling of those embers again, licking at the core of my body. It took much less time to get myself closer to that delicious point again, gripping onto what was left of his padded bed I got a lot rougher as I got to that final point. Growling out a low rumble I hilted myself onto his length and got ready for the one last push, wiggling myself down as far I could I felt myself twitch and pulse as the fires erupted in me again. Roaring out a feral howl I rode out the last few pulses of my breeding parts, bucking my hips to milk out the last possible feeling of pleasure before I felt my body starting to quiver. Collapsing under my own weight I slumped down onto the Man-Thing's broken and used body. My elbows going first as I smothered him with my chest, there were none of his alien words of protest, we was worn out like a pup spending a few hours on a hunt. Rolling off him to the side I panted into the side of his face, giving him to lick or two to see if he survived that encounter but he looked even more exhausted than me. Chuckling I tried to catch my breath as I dipped a hand down to check on my more sensitive parts, it was like sticking my hand in a bowl of water, thick and slimy water. It smelt great at least. Rubbing the juice off on the Man-Thing's chest I gave him another small lick and wrapped him up in my arms, it was nice to cuddle up to something warm again. He weakly moved one arm to my much bigger hips and at least turned to face me, or as much as he could, his face only came up to my second row of breasts while we laid there. For the first time in at least a season, I was content. Being woken up by a beam of sunrise I shot up, all the memories of last night rushing back at once. Looking around in a fluster I spotted the Man-Thing still on the bed and still asleep luckily, sitting up and crawling off the bed on all fours I rummaged around for something to drink. Finding more food than I could have hoped for in a strange white box I began munching away as I sat on the floor and watch this Human sleep, he was rather peaceful but did look all sweaty and more than covered in some of my grey fur. He did have a small snore but it would have been nothing compared to my own, I am surprised by myself that he survived last night without me drawing blood on him. It was already sunrise and this lazy Human still wasn't awake, giving him a poke didn't seem to make him stir in the slightest. Licking at his face got him to moan a little but he was still out of it for the most part, licking instead at his weird sheath got him to bolt straight up. Chuckling at his reaction I watched as he had the same worried thoughts that I did but soon calmed down after a look around. For some reason he reached over for some kind of black rectangle, leaving him with that I got back down on all fours and rummaged around the white box. With a flash of white from behind me I turned around but I just saw the Man-Thing smiling at me, holding up the rectangle to his face as light seemed to shine towards him. No clue what he was doing but it seemed to make him happy. Shaking my head at him I thought he was at least harmless so I stuck around, if he kept me fed, warm and gave me more of this breeding then I would for sure stick around. Wishing I could understand him though I tried getting him to stand up and give me a hug but he just didn't get it. Rolling my eyes at him I just crashed back onto the bed and slowly ate some slices of meat as I stole his body heat. Yeah, I could get used to this kind of Human life. AN.. This story had been rattling in my head for some time, just waiting for it to jump out onto the paper but I had been putting it off for the longest time and it still isn't perfect, far from it. If the story continues to bug me I may do a second part. Either way, I hope you enjoyed! All comments, favourites and even creepy comments are very appreciated!