Marshal sprinted through the dark forest. Twigs snapped beneath his feet and his lungs hurt from all of the intense breathing. Shortly behind him, something bigger could be heard. The ground thud with every step it took, slowly but surely gaining on the poor man. Marshal did the best he could, making turns and leaping over obstacles, anything to confuse his persuer. He wasn't even sure where he was anymore. It was no use, as the beast remained behind him. It was the creature's turf, after all. It knew this forest like the back of its own hand. Aggressively, it dashed after the terrified human, propelling itself forward on all fours.

Marshal cursed himself for trying to pass the night in that old cabin. He thought it had long been abandoned, but he chose to ignore the signs. The ashes of the fireplace still radiated a warmth. Fur and scratch marks littered the wooden walls and floors of the old shack. He even swore he could smell the stench of rotting meat beneath the floor boards. It was only after trying to sleep that he heard the door creak open than Marshal made a leap through the window and made a run for it.

Panic began to set in. The incontinent man's diaper had swollen with a warm sog that hindered his movements. His vision had grown blurry as he knew he couldn't run for much longer. Finally, his foot snagged a tree root that sent him flying forward. He scraped into the cold and muddy ground. He had barely even rolled around onto his back when he found himself pinned beneath his persuer.

The beast was a large specimen of a creature. More wolf than man, its muscular and furry body loomed over the frightened human. The legs bent like a canine's, ending in a large pair of paws. His upper body was bulky, complete with a pair of powerful arms whos hands were ended with sharp claws. The beast's tail was stiff, twitching occasionally as if to be alert for any interuptions. His eyes glowed with a light more intense than a full moon and his mouth was lined with large, razor sharp teeth that refused to fit in its maw. Their ears were pointy, listening to every sound Marshal made.

Despite the beastly appearance, the beast radiated a certain aura of manliness about him. Though pinned beneath the creature and fearing for his life, Marshal couldn't help but feel an iresistable infatuation with the creature's form. It was only a matter of seconds before Marshal succumbed fully to the werewolf's attractive form. Whether it be death or some other fate, the human wished to fully submit himself to his captor's desires.

Though the beast's drool dripped onto the man's face, he swallowed his fear and reach up. Gently caressing the werewolf's furry facy, the beast had ceased its growling. Realizing his prey could serve a greater purpose than food, his eyes took on a much gentle glow. Moving his nose down, the werewolf began to sniff. His lips audibly smacked as Marshal felt a warm, slippery tongue sliding up his exposed neck. Saliva covered everything the soft muscle came into contact with, which soon included his face. Further falling into the beast's irresistable aura, the lusty human kissed the beast on the nose, which it welcomed with no issues. The werewolf crawled downward, no longer pinning Marshal to the ground, but the man had no desire to run. The beast struggled momentarily to remove the man's pants, but was eventually sucessful.

Marshal was red in the face. Though this wasn't quite another person, it was the first time anyone had seen him exposed in his diaper. The once white padding had taken on a more yellow tone from the involuntary emptying of his bladder. Puzzled by the strange undergarment, the werewolf stared down for a moment before shoving his nose into it. Marshal was surprised by the beast's enjoyment as it seemed to savor the human's scent. He could feel the creature's muzzle pressing hard into his crotch, despit the soggy layer protecting it. The werewolf took a clawed finger, running it down the front as the plastic was sliced open. The squishy interior of the diaper began to seep out of the cut as the beast watched with curiosity. Finally, he clutched the diaper in one hand, ripping the entire diaper off with ease. Marshal's erect cock sprung upward, no longer being restrained by the soggy restraint. Upon seeing this, the werewolf's own member slid out of its sheath. The red rocket throbbed above Marshal's own erection. Globs of clear precum oozed from its tip, dribbling onto the human's cock. Marshal scooped some of the slick substance onto a finger, giving the salty goop a taste.

The beast grabbed Marshal by the legs, using them for leverage as well as to spread them. His meaty cock plapped down onto Marshal's. The human's member wasn't exactly small, but compared to the beast's it was miniscule. The wolf slid his cock, guiding the tip between the man's cheeks. Once his tip met with Marshal's asshole, the human relaxed as much as he could. He was ready to be taken by the magnificent predator and his carnal desires.

The werewolf began to thrust: slowly at first as he gradually increased in force. The tip poked through Marshal's anus, then the shaft which stretched him to his limit. With a final and forceful push, the girth popped into the human's stretched hole. Marshal's eyes opened wide at the immediate pressure within him. The feeling of fur against his bum was enough to tell him that the werewolf had managed to fit the entire length of his cock within him. Sparing the human only a few seconds, the frenzied beast began to vigorously hump the man's fuck hole. Marshal's anus gripped and resisted the girthy shaft for several pushes and pulls, but soon gave in as the thrusting became much smoother. The wet slapping sound of the wolf's slippery cock assaulting the human's asshole filled the air. The beast became excited from the stench of their sex and began to thrust harder. His furry pelvis pounded against Marshall's bum, causing his cheeks to quake and ripple with every impact.

The beastly figure loomed over Marshal, who had lost any sense of control over himself. The force of the large cock being repeatedly thrust in and out of him had built an intense pressure throughout his body. His limbs tingled and his face was red hot as his blood rushed through it. He stared into space, moaning uncontrollably as drool ran down his face from his own mouth. His own member bobbed back and forth with the werewolf's movments. Occasianlly brushing against the beast's fur, it steadily squirted urine and precum as the man's prostate recieved its abuse.

Despite the beast's aggresive manner of sex, it licked away at the human's face. Though its breath was rancid and steamy, the soft and wet tongue helped bring Marshal enough comfort to not be too overwhelmed by the sensations he was feeling.

The werewolf needed to climaxe soon, and so stood his body straight as he kneeled. Marshal felt his lower body lifted off the ground as the creature lifted his legs. Holding the limbs in his arms at either side, the beast began to hump more rapidly and with less force. Marshal could feel the werewolf's pulse within him, and then the throbbing of its cock. The human cramped as the werewolf's knot swelled in size began to cum. The thick and creamy liquid passed from the beast and into the human. The warmth filled him as the werewolf continued shooting spurt after spurt within him. A rope of the cum managed to squeeze its way through the tightly blocked exit from the pressure, making a landing on Marshal's face.

Minutes passed by and Marshal lie still catching his breath. With the swelling of the beast's cock reducing with time, it finally manged to pull itself free of the human. It sniffed the man up and down, observing the aftermath of its actions. Licking the human on the face once more, Marshal reached his hand up, giving the beast a few hearty scratches behind the ear. It seemed to enjoy the feeling, but soon enough stood tall. Staring into the darkness of the woods, the werewolf's ears were perked as if it sensed something Marshal could not. Without warning, the creature dashed off into the darkness after unknown prey. Marshal managed to get back onto his feet, though his trembling legs struggled to support his own weight. He grabbed his discarded pants, leaving the destroyed mess of a diaper where it was. Going over to his satchel of belongings, he rummaged through it a bit before pulling out a fresh diaper. Hastily fastening it around himself, he slipped his pants back on. His clothes were covered in dirt and grass stains, and he was a little bruised but ok. He began to walk towards the nearest town, ignoring his sore and leaky behind. Though things were rough, Marshal knew he'd be paying these woods another visit soon enough.