Human Flesh in the Wolves’ Bar
By Parry Yak
Shelby wiped the condensation of her thick-framed glasses as she nervously made her way to the bar. There were a few snarls directed her way in the sparsely populated tavern. She wasn’t the only fleshy creature in there that night, but she was the only one without a collar and a collection of teeth and bite marks. She sat on a stool, though he neck pivoted after she was alerted to the sounds of screaming. It was coming from behind a wooden door. 
"A beer?" the bartender with long split strands of fur asked in a condescending tone just as her plentiful bottom was starting to rise up from her seat.  He was a scrawny but fierce looking thing, probably taller than any of the other wolves there. He definitely had the most needle-like teeth.
“What do you have on tap?”
“We don’t have a tap,” he said with a growl behind every word.
“What do you recommend?”
“You don’t want to hear my answer to that,” he snarled, before dropping a can of some knockoff brand on the table. Shelby dropped a five dollar bill and found a new seat at a corner table.  She listened to the screams from the other room became mixed with more pleasurable moans. The wolves behind the door started to howl. Her body shook hearing it and her legs contracted. She stared at her unopen beer, not even noticing the glowing eyes next to her. 
“Human,” said the muscle-gutted, dark furred wolf next to her, “This is not the place for you.”
Shelby shook her head, “And why is that?”
“We all know why your here. Spent many nights masturbating to thoughts of scratches and bite marks and knotted cocks.  So you take the bus into the part of town you were told never to enter, the part where human women are said to never return from, to satisfy your curiosity.”
“Actually” I rode my bike.”
He laughed. “We don’t want what you want. See those marks on those other fleshy meat sacks? That’s devotion. They pledged themselves to their masters. To be fucked and bred, but also devoured if their master or mistress desires it.”
“And are you sure that’s not what I want?”
“I tore a fleshy meat sack like you last time I fucked one. Wasn’t even trying.”
"Then she died happily," Shelby said trying to double down. Her hands were still rattling the beer can. For the last ten years, she had lived at home, listening to stories of human men and women who gave themselves to the wolves. There were books, magazines, and movies that fetishized those relations.  Then there were the cautionary tales meant to dissuade girls like her from putting themselves in danger. Those were the ones that really excited her. But being faced with the reality she found herself trying to silence those second thoughts.
“You really think that? Take off your clothes,” he said.
“What?”
“Well,” he said, “How can you even begin to claim to be ready when you are too timid to strip to your flesh?” 
She stood up and slipped out her skirt. Then she unbuttoned her blouse. Her chest already had scratch marks on it. They were scratch marks made by human lovers, none of whom were able to cut as hard and deep as she wanted. Her breasts sagged a tiny bit on top of a belly that had just enough chub to protrude outwards. Her panties stayed on, though a bit of black hair did protrude from the side. She turned around to remove her panties, showing him her rump first. She lead with the soft, thick behind that had won her most of her past lovers.
Before she could turn around, he grabbed her purple dyed hair, pulling her head back with it. He outstretched his claws over her neck. Shelby inhaled slowly, shaking but trying to stay calm and steady. She needed to convince the wolf of her sincerity. Her heart slowed down and he shifted his claw down past her belly fat until her thick thighs. 
“Meatsacks like you come and go," he snarled, cutting his claws in, drawing blood, "Most suffer and die. I've warned you. Now, this is your last chance. I mark you and your mine forever. Or you leave now, never to return to this place. Just know right now that this is just a sample of the pain." 
She listened to the sounds coming from the back. The woman back there was going between screams and moans and was at the brink of an orgasm. Then she went silent with a yelp that was cut off. Shelby listened to the silence for any sign of the woman. Shelby understood that was a possibility. Whatever happened in there was exactly what she had agreed upon. Wolves were as loyal as they were outright brutal. 
"Do it," she said. She exhaled as he drew blood from her thigh and up her stomach, ending just right beneath her breast. He clamped his teeth down on her shoulder. He let go of her hair and pushed her violently to the ground. She turned about and crawled back to him. From this new perspective, she could see the little red tip bobbing out of his sheath.
 He grabbed her hair again and pulled her head back up to his crotch. Then he pulled her hair back.  From his tip shot a hot yellow stream. It hit her mouth and ran down her chest and dripped between her legs and to the floor. It dribbled into her wounds, stinging her entire abdomen. The odor was enough to stink up the entire bar. He aimed it up towards her head and drained the rest on her hair. The stream retreated when he slapped her cheek.
“Come on, open your mouth,” he said. She did and he finished his stream in there. He forced her mouth closed, tilted it back, and she swallowed the foul yellow liquid. “And now I own you. Inside and out. You understand that.”
“Yes,” nodded the piss-soaked human.
He pushed her head back on the growing red cock. She twirled her tongue backward on the tip, flicked it back and spun it around the head. She coaxed the rest of it out, making it grow until there was no room for her tongue to do anything at all but rub semicircles along the bottom of the slimy salty canine cock. He maintained control of her with her hair, grabbing a large tuft of it while placing his hand on that back. He pushed forward to slam her down but pulled on her hair to get her relent. Soon he was pulling out strands of hair by the dozen as he made her bob.
The fur from his crotch tickled her nose. The furry sack bounces against her chin. And her scalp felt as though it was being torn from her body. A small knot started to form, forcing her to open her mouth wider. It grew too much inside her mouth so that it couldn’t be pulled out past her teeth no matter how hard the wolf pulled. It didn’t matter to him. All he had to do was grab her jaw with his free hand, squeeze at just the right place, and pull, dislocating it.
After that, he was free to use her mouth without much obstruction. She tried to focus on pleasing the cock but couldn't help but try closing her jaw. This extra effort made her unable to control her gag reflex. She spit up a tiny bit on the package and she got a firm paw to the face as punishment. She adjusted, worrying less about her technique and thinking only about controlling that reflex.
“Did I waste my time?” the wolf asked, “I gave you what you wanted, and you can’t even handle this tiny fucking knot? I should sell you to a butcher.”
Shelby regrouped, slobbering on the knot, spinning her tongue and growing the knot in her dislocated mouth. However fast he was making her bob she tried to go faster. She wanted to impress her new master for allowing her to experience the violence that her human partners were far too timid to inflict upon her. She didn’t just endure the pain, she enjoyed it. She felt humbled knowing her life was in somebody else’s hands now, and she was aroused knowing this stranger held that power over her. Years of struggling with human relationships and human expectations were now over.  
He pulled the cock out of her brutalized face. She saw bits of spunk oozing from the tip. Almost out of instinct she fought against the hand holding her head in place to give it a lick. It was still just out of reach for her. Instead, he threw her backward on to the hard tavern floor.  The wood panels cracked under her back and put some splinters in her spine. The wolf jumped on top of her, twisted her legs up, and popped his knotted cock inside of her.
The tip of his cock pushed in deep while the knot pressed against all sides at once. He pulled up and stretch her hole and pulled her back with it, making it just to the center of his knot before diving right back. She was loose and excited but her human physiology just wasn't meant to be compatible with his massive beast cock.  Normally Shelby would rub her clit or stimulate her nipples. But with what felt like punches or stabs inside of her all she could do was sit back and take it, looking up through her fogged up glasses, not being able to feel the contractions building up beneath all the pain. He battered her insides without any concern for her well-being.
She cried aloud in an unexpected orgasm. He didn't even respond to it, just kept massaging his cock with her insides. He oozed into her with every throb of his tip. The knot was still swelling and pressing against her. She cried as her body seemed to be splitting in two, starting from her slit. Then he forced the massive three-inch knot out of her body just before shooting his massive load on the black hair that hid her sex.
He let her legs fall to the floor, where they slammed down unexpectedly. The battered girl took a few deep breaths, trying to gather the strength to move. She could barely move her legs, though even with her jaw as it was, she had the look of a woman who had reached a peak she had never even come close to before. This was her fantasy come to life, after all.
The wolf, on the other hand, just got right back up to his seat. He grabbed Shelby’s beer. “So you know, seeing as I own you, this is now mine.”