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It's a Were World Ch. 01

By: Athena_e19



 This story is a foray into a hybrid of two categories I really enjoy reading and writing. I'd love to hear feedback on it! Its a fairly open ended storyline and I have some ideas already, but feel free to comment with your own. 

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He stared down in curiosity at the large fur paw that seemed to be attached to his arm. Even more curious was the long furry arm attached to the paw. He tried shaking his head free of this strange vision, but only discovered that his vision was partially blocked by a wet, black nub that resembled a nose. Cautiously, he pushed himself up from the awkward curled stage that he found himself in. Laughing to himself at the silliness of his dream, he realized that his body stayed planted on four feet. 

"What the hell," he thought out loud, only to hear a strange growl emerge from his throat. He tried shaking his head again, but with no better results than before. Instead, only a few twigs and other woodsy items dropped to the green grass beneath him. 

Weird, he thought again. Weird, weird dream. Need to stop drinking so much caffeine before I go to bed. 

Looking around, he spotted his house in front of him, the familiar scents of home drawing him closer. Awkwardly he paced towards the large white structure, the navy door, and azalea's his mother loved so much. His stomach growled hungrily, as he tried to conceptualize what his psychology professor would say about this dream. 

It got even weirder when his mother and younger sister stepped out the back door, worried looks on their faces. Seeing him, both of their faces brightened.

"C'mere boy, c'mere Lucas," his mother whistled, watching him as he wandered closer and closer. His little sister Athena whistled repeatedly, and he found himself drawn inexorably towards the sound. Really fucking weird, he thought. The two familiar faces continued their little heckling calls, and if it weren't for the instinctive feeling to obey, he would have been insulted. 

"That's my Lucas," she whispered as she knelt and scratched his head. This would be seriously insulting to any other twenty year old college student, but this dream made it seem natural. The gentle but firm brush of her fingers behind his ears put a shiver down his spine. Lucas thought for a moment that the sensation might be better than sex. "Let's go inside, shall we?"

He simply panted his happy reply, as long as her fingers remained behind his ears. When she rose to move into the house he let out a pained whimper. Please, he begged.

"C'mon. I'll scratch you more later. We need to get you inside before the neighbors see us playing with a big doggy," his mother answered his plaintive cry. 

He would have thrown a fit if he were the full grown young man he normally was. But it was a dream, and he was curious what else it had in store for him. 

The moment he passed over the threshold of the sliding glass door, a wave a familiar scents, sounds, and experiences assaulted him. His nose jerked this way and that, tracking cleaning products, perfume, sweat, dust, cooking, and so much more. His mind reeled as it tried to track all of the dozens of smells that filled the area. His sister and mother just laughed behind him as he put his nose to the floor and raced around the kitchen and dining nook. 

Everything had a smell- half of them he could identify, and half of them he could discern made up larger more complex scents that was more familiar with. The smell of home was a bizarre combination of chemical, air, and lifestyle. It had him dizzy with interest. 

He wouldn't stop until his sister grabbed him by the scruff of his neck and pulled him away from the gap beneath the fridge. 

"C'mon. You can investigate later," she said as he gave him a big tug on his hair. He responsively whirled, his large jaw snapping at a hand that quickly evaded his bite. "Bad brother, very bad brother." She swatted him across the nose and his eyes watered from the hit. He snapped again, but his mother had him by an ear and was pulling it painfully.

"Even if you are one, we won't behave like animals in this house. You got me?"

He tried to tell her he would obey but all he could manage was a sad sounding bark. 

"Let's not have to do that again, huh Lucas?"

He nodded his head as best as possible.

"What are we going to do with him," Athena asked.

"Same thing we did with you when you hit this stage. Try and talk him through it and teach him to control the change."

Lucas watched like some nonparticipant figure, not knowing his relevance or his reality. This was a very amusing dream indeed. 

Athena squatted down beside him, her short skirt riding up her creamy smooth thighs and from his vantage point he could see the tight cut of her black thong. She swatted him when she saw him looking that direction.

"Bad boy. No looking at sissy's panties." Lucas let out a playful yelp. "Focus on me brother. Listen very carefully to what Mom and I say."

His mother also knelt beside him, her bare knees folding into the hardwood kitchen floors beneath her. 

"Lucas, our family isn't like other families. In fact, its not like other humans. We're lycanthropes." 

He just stared up at her puzzled by the word. It sounded vaguely familiar, but didn't set off any alarm bells. He wondered if it was a disease.

Lycanthropes?

"Werewolves. Lucas, your sister, myself, and you are all werewolves." Lucas promised himself to have a hardy laugh when he woke. This dream was the most hilarious thing ever. His eyes started to wander again, this time down to his mother's crotch where a smell was emanating. He sniffed quickly, and the full blast of the scent washed up his nostrils into his brain and his groin.

Immediately his cock started to harden, and the young man was painfully aware that his attractive mother was aroused. The scent of her sex was addictive- pheromones produced by the part animal part human genetics were especially powerful. And an unprepared Lucas was caught up in it. He yelped and whined and squirmed uncomfortably as his penis continued to lengthen. More and more of the scent of desire filled his brain. His eyes began to blur and tinge with red as his heart raced.

Finally Lucas could take no more and thrust his long narrow snout down towards the leg opening of her shorts. His long tongue lashed out and tasted the salty brew of her skin and he let out another sorrowful yell as it failed to reach its goal. He pushed harder, his whole body hunching forward, knocking her to the floor. 

"Lucas, no! Lucas, no!" 

Athena was grabbing at his collar, trying to drag him away, but he was desperate for a taste. The smell was addictive. His mother had him by the ears once more, and it wasn't until the sharp pain broke his obsession that he managed to move back from her tasty center. 

The two women practically had him pinned to the kitchen floor, his sister on his back, and his mother's arms wrapped around his thick furry neck.

His cries were full of disappointment and of loneliness. Something urgent within him had been broken.

"Shit," his mother muttered. "Shit."

"Stupid boys," his sister added helpfully, her voice directed towards him. "What do we do now?"

"There's no way he is going to focus now. You see that thing he's got poking out?"

Lucas twisted his head in her hands and noticed for the first time the long, strange, red obelisk that extended painfully from between his hind legs. 

All he could think about was his mother's sex, about clawing his way atop her and pummeling his new weapon home. The thought filled his mind like a catchy rhythm and there was no way the freshly changed wolf could control it. 

Unconsciously his hips were thrusting against the air, in a desperate expression of lust. 

"Marcus is here in an hour and a half. We can't have him running around changed. If he realizes that Lucas has matured, he'll be run off." 

"So who has to do it," Athena asked. "Me or you?"

"Its common for litter siblings to...." 

"I thought you would say that," Athena muttered unhappily. "C'mon boy, sister will take care of you."

Lucas' mind managed to register some sort of agreed intent between the two and his attentions shifted to his sister's crotch once more. This time she did not bother to swat his head away. 

"Not here. Upstairs in your room," she commanded. She grabbed him by the nape of his neck and slowly stood and began to pull him up the many steps to the second floor of their home.

Lucas made things more difficult than he would have otherwise, but he couldn't help but sniffing and licking at the backs of her bare knees and calves. Her taste was divine and he desperately wanted more. He kept tripping her as he tried to get his head between her thighs on their way up. Behind them, his sharp hearing caught the sound of his mother's snicker. 

For the time being, Lucas had forgotten that this was a dream. It was just too interesting and arousing an idea to accept that it might not be real. He had long recognized how hot his sister was and had, on more than one occasion fulfilled a fantasy into his bed linens with her body ingrained in his thoughts. But now, here he was in the shape of a wolf, being hauled into his familiar room with some lurid and bestial idea in his mind. 

Athena plopped on the floor, her legs crossing Indian style. This left her panties fully exposed at the tip of a diamond of flesh and Lucas lunged forward at the opportunity. This time he did not find anyone fighting against him. 

His long flexible tongue darted up and down her smooth thighs; devouring whatever tastes and flavors her body saw fit to produce. Her clutching fingers relaxed on his haunches and he felt her begin to softly pet him as his tongue danced over her. 

"Go ahead, you little horn dog," she whispered, her voice beginning to drop in register as his tongue lashing flipped a switch within her. He could smell her sex beginning to moisten, could feel the subtle shift in her temperature as he lapped up her taste.

The wetter she became, the more her pheromones lured him in. Like some familiar perfume, he found his nose drawn inexorably towards her center. When it first lashed out over the tight lacy strip of cloth, he felt her hand freeze on his back. Slowly her ankles parted and she slipped down into a laying position as he licked over and over again. 

"Maybe, ah, you're good for something, ah, brother," Athena gasped. One of her hands was holding his head down to her snatch, ensuring that he would finish what he had started. Her other hand drifted lower on his broad back and grabbed a fistful of hair. It pulled.

Lucas yelped in surprise- he was not expecting punishment for what he was doing. 

"This way brother, this way," Athena coaxed as she draw his hindquarters towards her. With his head still locked firmly against her dripping sex she lured his cock into reach. Satisfied with her positioning, her hand loosed its hold on his fur and dropped beneath his belly. 

The first brush of her hand against the long red shaft sent an involuntary shudder through him. When her fingers wrapped around his girth, his hips began an incontrollable hammer fall. Over and over they pounded forward into the soft grip of her palm. He was practically growling into her pussy as he thrust repeatedly through her fingers. 

Athena, fearing her brother would lose some focus with the attention he was receiving, slipped two fingers into the crotch of her panties and pulled them aside. The first lash of his thick muscled tongue on her sex sent her over the edge. The cleanly shaven lips of her pussy were already amazingly sensitive and it did not take much to reduce her to a quivering mass.

Lucas buried himself in her sex, his tongue licking and lapping its way as deep as it could into her channel. A flood of flavors, thoughts, desires, and needs filled him and he could not get enough. He was hungry, starving even, for more of her sex. His feral eyes studied their prey, the swollen pink folds parted before his onslaught. Another growl sounded deep within him.

His sister's hand was tightening on his cock, stroking him more rapidly as her own climax rose and ebbed. Her little cries of release filled his ears along with her scents and flavors. He felt as if he were drowning amidst the flood of release she exuded. 

The young wolf could feel his own orgasm beginning to build in his crotch. His testes twitched and pulsated as his tongue flicked deeper within her. 

Suddenly, it was upon him.

With a startled yelp, he reared up from her, his paws clawing at the air as her hand continued to urgently stroke him off. He collapsed in a pile on his side, thick jets of his spunk squirting onto the floor and his sister's thighs. She let out a groan that would have made a whore blush, and he writhed beneath her unrelenting touch. For what seemed like an eternity his cock would erupt with his fluids, releasing years of pent up desire. 

Finally, when all was finished, her sticky fingers slipped from his shaft. White ropes of cum draped them like some molten spiderweb. 

"Stay brother. Stay here and rest. I'll be back in a while."

He heard her step from his room and close the door behind him. In the far off distance water began to run. Lucas realized he wasn't dreaming, just as he began to fade into a new sleep.

It's a Were World Ch. 02



When Lucas woke, his mind was blurred with pain. His whole body seemed to be racked by a searing sensation that encompassed him more totally than any sensation ever had. He tried to scream in agony, but found that his throat and chest were already flexed too tightly to emit anything more than a long low pitched whine. 

"What the fuck," he nearly yelled as he sat up on the floor, his bare fingers digging into the soft carpet beneath him. "Shit," he muttered, as the lingering sensation of agony hummed through his mind like a high voltage shock. His strong hands clutched at the side of his head, muscles flexed, trying to distract from the agony that haunted him. 

"Shit, shit, shit." 

He looked down, into his crotch and the dried spunk that coated his cock with flaky residue. It was in his pubic hair and across his flaccid shaft. Perplexed he tried to clear away the hazy fog that had gripped his mind in agony. Then he remembered the dream. His mother's strange words, and his sister's actions and tastes. Mysteriously he felt as if he could still smell her scent and taste her sex upon his lips. Momentarily, his tongue flicked out over them. Sure enough, there was that same heady flavor that he had recalled from his dream.

But it had been a dream right? He remembered being a dog. Being overcome by new desires and instincts. Impossible. 

Trying to convince himself of the ridiculous nature of his dream, the young man pushed himself from the floor and found a pair of shorts to cover his waist. His sizable package swelled their center, and hinted dangerously at his proud masculinity. 

Stepping from his room, he listened for sounds that would indicate his family's presence. Hearing nothing, he crept into the hall and slowly paced downstairs. When he reached the kitchen, he paused, trying to sniff out the scents that had bewildered him in his dream. But he could not detect them. Only the familiar cleanliness of his home emanated around him. 

Puzzled more and more by the images that were embedded in his brain, he knew he had to find his mother and sister. Seeing them would answer his questions. He went back upstairs, peered into each of their rooms, knocked on the closed bathroom door, ducked into the study. Nobody. 

Walking into the living room he noticed his mother and sister's cars both out front.

Strange, he thought. Another car, a massive black luxury sedan, was parked behind theirs. They couldn't have gone anywhere without their cars. Confused more than ever, he returned to the kitchen and the wireless phone. 

He hit the speed dial for his mother's phone and waited. Upstairs, he heard the familiar beginnings of a digitized rock song. She didn't have her phone? Weirder and weirder yet. 

On edge, he dialed his sister's number and waited. In the distance, he heard the familiar ring of the phone. It sounded like it was coming from the family room. Setting down the main line, he paced back into the family room and saw his sister's purse sitting at the top of the stairs leading to the basement. Beside it, sat two neatly folded sets of clothing. Atop each one was a set of bra and panties. One set looked remarkably familiar. 

Lucas felt a twitch in his groin as he recognized the undergarments. He remembered their taste and the delicacies they hid beneath. He knelt slowly beside them, his rough fingers sliding over their lacy surface, a hint of a grin running across his lips. 

Then he noticed the light at the bottom of the stairs. It was a puzzle, for Lucas, because the basement was really just a massive storage dump for the family of three. Old Christmas ornaments, school projects, photographs, extra building materials, and many miscellaneous piles of things were buried in its recesses. It made no sense that his mother and sister would be down there. 

Slowly, he crept down the stairs until he was at the door. Cautiously, he pushed it open. What he saw surprised him.

Nothing, absolutely nothing, but the usual messy piles and random cardboard boxes. The single exposed light bulb burned brightly, the center of the universe as far as he was concerned. Lucas took one precursory walk through, making sure he wasn't missing the obvious. His mouth twisted in a slight frown as he realized that he was no closer to finding his mother or sister. Frustrated, he settled into a large arm chair in the family room to watch some TV, and the piles of clothes. 

It would have been easier for him to understand them being there, naked, then for them not to be there at all. It was as if they had disappeared down the stairs into a different world. 

Two hours past before anything would happen. The bored young man endured two civil court programs, one redneck fight show, and the beginning of a daytime soap before he finally heard the scrape of the door down below. 

More curious than ever, he turned down the volume and his eyes stared at the dark stairwell, waiting to see what would happen.

To his disappointment, his mother's boss emerged from the bottom of the stairs. 

He was a burly, squat man, with the demeanor of a bulldog and an attitude to match. Marcus was full of himself and didn't mind letting everyone know it. What was more interesting, was the two beautiful huskies he pulled behind him on a pair of leashes. 

As he crested the top of the stairs, the older man gave the younger a smirk of derision and a little snort. "Take care of these dogs for me, Lucas," he instructed as he looped the leashes around the coat closet door handle. Both of the dogs began to whimper simultaneously as he stepped away. "Quiet, you two bitches. No whining." He gave Lucas another smile and happily walked outside. 

Lucas was greatly puzzled by this whole situation. So much so, he had forgotten to speak. He just sat there staring out the door after Marcus. What the hell, he thought. Where was his mother? Where was Athena? Where did the dogs come from? Where did Marcus come from? 

Lucas ignored the dogs for the moment as they seemed like a lesser mystery. Hurriedly, he darted down the stairs again and pushed open the doorway. The light inside still burned brightly. But nothing seemed to have changed. He did another more thorough examination of the room and came up with no new evidence or discovery. His head began to ache as he continued to search in utter futility for the hiding spot he knew had to be there. 

The headache brought back memories of the wracking pain he had awoken to. Suddenly his whole body began to tense and Lucas shivered uncontrollably. Urgently he fought to suppress the urge to allow the pain to seize control. With a loud yell, he forced back the waves of agony and darted up the stairs. He needed to get out. 

"Sorry doggies," he muttered as he grabbed a jacket and darted into the sunshine. The moment he stepped into the sunlight the pain became a memory and he felt like himself again. Lucas took a few deep breaths and decided to go for a stroll until he could clear his head. 

His long lean frame carried him quickly over sidewalks, gravel roads, and grassy pathways. Soon he had managed to distance himself from the suburbs he was so familiar with. He knew a place, a good seven miles from his home, that had been his hideout when he was little. When things got to be too much, or when he just wanted to be lost in his imagination, he would duck away. His mother had been very understanding and had allowed him to go so long as he promised to come back by dinner. Slowly the grassy pathway faded, like all the other constructs of human direction, and Lucas finally felt alone.

His spirit soared in the middle of the field, his trees just ahead of him. The sense of being free, of being whole, coursed through his veins and with an unnatural yell and a jump, he darted through the grass. His long legs pounded heavily before him, each step driving him forward several yards, and carrying him through the tendrils of wheat toned growth with a whispering sound. He heard his voice laugh of its own accord, unprompted, and he inhaled deeply the cool air. 

When he finally dived between the low lying branches and leaves of his hideaway, he did not stop running. The brush scratched at his clothing and his hair, but he nimbly ducked and jumped, until he heard the gurgling sound of his creek. With another loud laugh, he slid to a stop. 

He felt powerful, free, in control out here. There was nothing but him and his spot. He found that his laughter would not stop, and it rolled out of his lungs like thunder and echoed from tree trunk to tree trunk until it dissipated in the canopy. 

Lucas felt intoxicated by this little fortress. The copse of trees surrounded and hid him, stilling any of the eerie foreignness that his life had taken on while at home. Here, there were no strange dreams, just himself and his creek. 

The young man reached to the ground, picking up a decent sized rock and chucked it towards the gurgling water with a splash. Quickly another one chased after it. Lucas tried replicating each splash, each impact with every repetitive swing of the arm. The simplicity of it all stilled him. There was a peacefulness in knowing exactly what to do, when to do it, and how the world would react. He hadn't realized how displaced he felt until he found his center. Time and time again the rocks would splash water at his feet. 

Minutes and hours would tick by and it would not be until the sun began its long descent beneath the horizon that Lucas realized how long he had been gone. Half smiling, half swearing, he turned back towards home. The sense of elation that had sped him on his way now was absent. And so the journey home felt much longer. He would run a portion of it, especially when he remembered his date that evening. He had no idea of the time, but knew that his girlfriend would not be late. 

Lucas breathed a big sigh of relief as he arrived at the driveway and there was no sign of Sarah. He was sweaty and a few twigs were stuck in his hair and to his clothing. He needed a chance to cleanup. 

When he bound through the door he was surprised to find the two dogs still tightly tied to the closet handle. Both whimpered incessantly as soon as he stepped through the door. Their whines were high pitched and desperate.

What an asshole, Lucas thought about his mother's boss, as he passed by. "Sorry doggies, gotta shower first." He gave each a pat on the head and bounded up the steps.

Soon the warm embrace of a hot shower penetrated his skin and relaxed the muscles that had pulsed with life on his race to and from his hiding spot. Slowly the sweat and the small flecks of dirt that had accumulated over his arms and hands disappeared under a steady flow. Yawning, he killed the shower and stepped out into the misty air of his bathroom. He took a quick inventory of his body, admiring the way hours of hard work had rewarded him. It was then that he heard the knock. 

Sarah was there.

Lucas pulled his athletic shorts up quickly, his mind beginning to anticipate the attractive young woman waiting at the door downstairs. She had called him the evening before and set up the meet, and had left him with a few breathless thoughts. 

Grinning as he imagined her familiar face, he darted back down the stairs to the entry. The two dogs looked particularly miserable all tied up, but he had no idea what to do with them. If he accidentally let them free and they disappeared, his mother's job and his life could be on the line.

He gave them another apologetic frown and shoulder shrug as he yanked open the door. 

"Hey babe," came the girlish whisper from the other side of the threshold. "Your mom and sis home," she queried her voice dropping lower. 

"Nah." He gave her a quick peck on the cheek as he tugged her into him and his thick arms encircled her torso. "Haven't seem em all day," he explained as his lips hurriedly pressed towards hers. She giggled as they quickly glanced across hers and drifted down to her neck.

"Couldn't bother even getting dressed for me?"

Lucas gave her a muffled "mmmm mmmm" in the negative as he nuzzled further down the collar of her top.

Her hands were slipping down his shoulders and her fingernails were lightly scratching across his back. He pressed himself into her, another little mumble passing from his throat. 

"God, can't even let me inside the house and shut the door," she teased further. Sometimes she could be the biggest bitch, but she was one of the hottest and most exciting girls around, Lucas had to admit. The dip of her hands beneath the waistband of his shorts only confirmed the notion. He managed to kick the door shut and stumble past the dogs to the couch, her small frame in tow.

Slowly the young man sunk into the center cushion of the couch, pulling his girlfriend's skirted legs to either side of his and trapping her atop him. 

"When did you guys get dogs," she asked, her voice catching when his tongue lapped over her ear.

"Dunno," Lucas replied, trying to get her focused on something other then the dogs. Preferably something throbbing between the two of theirs' bodies. "My Mom's boss', I think." 

"Mmmm, I love that," she hissed, his tongue finally managing to shift her mind back to the subject at hand. Lucas could feel the press of her body getting a little more urgent then before- she was definitely starting to focus on the contact between the two of them. There was even a bit of a grinding motion from her hips, and he knew that soon enough his choice of a single garment was going to be rewarded. 

Their touches and kisses were practiced and familiar. Both knew each other well and they had been active sexually with one another for some time. It wasn't often that they were at Lucas' house and with the air of mystery still surrounding his family's location, the feeling of naughtiness grew. 

He continued to gently and sporadically lick at the exposed soft flesh that dipped towards the deep V of her chest. The sudden surprise contact kept her hissing and increased the intensity of her grinding over his short covered shaft. 

Around his waist he could feel the naked press of her knees and knew that soon the delectable sensation of her thighs would be wrapping around him and his penis would be wrapped in something else. His erection twitched and leaked at the thought. 

As his mouth continued to nibble its way across her collarbone his hands dug at the top that was carefully tucked into her skirt. He didn't need to pretend to be patient with it. Sarah was already working on the buttons above his hands. It made the kissing awkward for a few moments but once her lace encased tits were freed it was all worthwhile. His hands were satisfactorily rewarded with the soft pliant surrender of her full chest. 

He kneaded the tits slowly in his strong hands, watching as her eyes fluttered with pleasure as her bucking motion increased in intensity and speed. His eyes traced down from her breasts over the lightly shadowed line of her abs to the top of her skirt. Every so often a matching pair of pink lace panties would peep into view as her grinding became more and more pronounced. 

Lucas gathered the skirt material with his left hand above her waist, exposing the V-ed meeting of her thighs and panties. He had somewhat of a voyeuristic tendency and loved watching Sarah's lithe young body work itself over on his clothed cock. Her hands were on his shoulders and she was quickly grinding herself over the now detailed shape of his cock. 

Eager for more, he slipped the bra catch from its position on her back and let it lazily slip down her slender arms. 

"You're such a tit freak," Sarah squealed as his face dived between the now exposed globes. 

He gave her a confirming "Mmmm..." There was nothing as sweet as the sensation of burying his face in the smooth soft pliant flesh of her breasts. His tongue eagerly lapped over the underside of her breasts. Every once in a while, his teeth would graze a nipple causing her to whimper excitedly. 

Lucas' breast nirvana was interrupted when she suddenly lurched upwards on his chest. His eyes drifted up to her face and realized that it was time for a bit more. Her hands were fumbling with the edge of her panties yanking them to the side of her pronounced mound and swollen labia.

"In me, please, in me," she muttered to him as her exposed gash glistened before him. Lucas didn't need much further invitation. His shorts quickly descended down his thighs and over his knees where they pooled at his ankles.

No sooner had the athletic shorts allowed his cock to pop free, Sarah was guiding it towards the slippery lips of her young pussy. 

Enchanted, Lucas watched as the thick head pushed into the impossibly small opening, stretching it until it popped into the interior walls of her channel. Quickly her small body sunk down on his cock and the two of them let out a contented sigh. They savored that first moment where his penis filled her to the brim and then some, where her tight tunnel gripped, squeezed, and spasmed across the heavily veined shaft of his cock. 

Sarah's arms slipped back around his neck and her knees clutched tightly against his hips as she arched forward, her pussy slowly relenting its hold on him. 

"Fuck," he groaned, "You're amazing." His cock was slowly abandoned to the underside of his head, only the warm juices of her twat remaining as a sign that he had fully penetrated her.

With her bottom lip tucked beneath her upper teeth, Sarah sunk back down on his shaft. Her first few strokes were always like that, Lucas surmised. She seemed to savor the feeling of her cunt adjusting to the girth and length of his cock. The notion made him proud. When she began to rise cautiously up the steel hard rail that was buried in her, his pride swelled and his heart began to race. 

I'm amazing, he thought suddenly. This bitch wants me to take her, he growled to himself. She can't get enough of me. She's addicted to my cock.

Over and over these thoughts and others similar raced through his head. Instinctively he felt his muscles flex and thrust his cock upwards into her, reclaiming the retreating twat. 

"Oh," she gasped in surprise at his thrust. But Lucas wasn't done there. His suddenly surging libido and testosterone forced him harshly back up into her, his whole body surging from the couch. Sarah's eyes went wide as for a moment the entirety of her body weight was supported on his cock. 

"Lucas," she gasped as she was penetrated more deeply then ever she had experienced. A shocked tone filled her voice. "I can feel your cock in my stomach," she whispered to him as her arms and legs scrambled to find purchase on his muscular body. 

Growling back in response the young man lurched forward, his powerful body bending and lowering her onto the surface of his mother's coffee table. The cool touch of the wood caused her to squeal as her weight settled on it. 

"What are you doing," she asked, surprise and excitement filling her words. 

"Fucking you," he grunted down to her, his hot breath spilling raggedly from his chest. His knees settled on the floor and his hands grabbed her shoulders. 

His eyes met hers and Sarah felt a bit of fear well up within her. There was an bestial intent hidden there and it scared her. But her ability to ponder such things was torn for her as Lucas roughly slammed the whole of dick into her. 

Sarah found her own hands reaching out to grab at the back of her knees in an effort to pull her legs out of the way of his pounding. Over and over again the massive shaft of his cock was plunged into her wanton depths. Each time it withdrew it spilled her juices down the swollen pink lips of her cunt and into the valley of her ass before settling on the table. Limply her body bounced beneath the onslaught of his cock. She didn't know what had taken him over, but she slowly found herself accepting and savoring the subjugation of her humanity to his rough handling. 




It's a Were World Ch. 02



"Fuck me Lucas," she begged. "Harder you fuck," she swore at him. 

But Lucas was in a place of his own. He was taking his bitch and using her and was going to fertilize her with his seed. Those were the only thoughts to occupy his mind. His back and thighs ached with the force of his repetitious thrust, but his eyes remained glued on the thin body beneath him. They devoured the sight of her naked breasts bouncing in reaction to his hammer fall; they hungered for the deep red of the exposed lips of her cunt. They lusted for the perverse look that twisted her innocent face. Lucas was claiming her. 

Sarah felt the upwelling sensation of an orgasm begin within her, that growing hunger that started in the pit of her stomach and gradually wove itself outward, filling her thighs and twat with a burning desire that could not be denied. 

Her nails arced downward into his flesh, digging at his shoulders as she tried and countered his racing thrust. "I'm going to cum," she slurred up at his raging form. "I'm going to cum," she repeated in amazed relief as the first warning bells began to race through her. 

And then with a shriek the big one hit, her mind going blank and her eyes clamping shut. "Fuuuuucccckkkkk!!!!" Her wail filled the empty house and the scent of her lust wafted right after it. Her pussy made obscene slurping noises as he rode her, his cock filling and emptying her with its size. 

Above her the facade of Lucas' lust began to break as he too neared the jumping off point. It was not that his bestial desire was fading or overcome- it was just harder for it focus on his angry rutting. Instead the sensory overload filled his brain with electrical signals that raced to quickly for him to comprehend. With a loud groan his cock pounded one final time into the bruised and well pleased cunt of his girlfriend. Deep within her, his shaft pulsed, launching a steady torrent of his semen from its tip. 

Sarah stared up in amazement. She had never felt so used, or so well fucked. She was exhausted and every bone in her body ached from the hammering she had absorbed in her small tight channel. But she was so well pleased that it did not matter. Looking up to Lucas, she tried and finding any familiarity with the usual slow and patient lover whom she normally took within her. But the sweating, faintly growling man above her did not resemble that other person except in form.

Bewildered and riding a sea of endorphin release, she ran her hands along his neck and the sides of his head. Somewhere inside of her, his cock still leaked and twitched in release. She could already feel the warmth of his liquid slipping downward, relubricating her cunt as it answered gravity's call. 

"Lucas that was amazing," she commented, still in disbelief. 

Her disbelief only grew as his hands grabbed at her calves and lifted her backside off the table. 

"Wha..." was all she managed before he began to pivot her around. Suddenly she became aware that his cock was rock hard within her again. "No more," she began to demand, but it was already to late.

Lucas could only think of one thing- taking her again and again and again. Something inside him had seemingly snapped. Something demanded her sacrifice again. His strong long digits dug into her hip, verging on the point of pain for Sarah. But she could soon think of nothing but that impossibly hard dick within her. 

The telltale reversal of his hips indicated that she was in for another pounding, and she weakly grabbed onto the table for support. "Please," she whispered to her boyfriend.

Either he did not hear her or he took it the wrong way, but his clenched buttocks drove forward, spearing her on his cock. It was a good thing that they both had already climaxed as the combined lubrication of their two bodies would save her from any excessive pain. 

"Oh God," she swore as his rod penetrated further than she had thought possible. Again and again she felt him rear back and plunge it down the tight confines of her cunt. The table bucked beneath the force of his fucking, providing an unstable support for the two of them to lean on. 

Lucas meanwhile was beginning to lose control of that inner beast. It had seized control of his mind and his actions and now it was trying to take his body. A strange itching sensation began in his spinal cord, a weird sort of burning that couldn't be answered by any scratch. Uncomfortably he shifted and twisted as his hips inherently fucked forward into his girlfriend's soft thighs and ass. 

"Arrgggg," he yelled into the empty air above him as the itch seemed to spread throughout his body. Sarah squirmed uncomfortably as his cock seemed to grow and arc within her already stretched cunt. 

"Lucas," she pleaded, her arousal beginning to fade as the onslaught continued as his cock somehow reached further and further into her small pussy. "Lucas," she begged again. 

The young man had problems of his own- his mind had a moment of clarity as he began to feel his skin stretch over its own muscles, as his joints ached and creaked as they too expanded. Another pained yell ripped through him as his hips continued to pound into the poor young woman beneath him. 

Suddenly the two dogs sitting by the door began to howl and yip and bark in a cacophonic cry. Sarah's sense of panic only increased as their cries grew louder and louder and the massive dick seemed to split her in half. "Please," she begged as she tried and crawl away from him, over the coffee table. But there seemed to be no escape from the extravagant agony of his cock. Away from them the two dogs lunged at their leashes, jaws snapping and voices howling, as they too seemed to be caught up in Sarah's dread. 

The sharp high pitched whines and yelps of the two animals by the door penetrated deep into Lucas' psyche and wrested a moment's respite from the beast that threatened to emerge. His body still burning in agony, Lucas was able to force his body to tear away from Sarah's.

On his feet briefly, he tripped and fell forward, his head catching the hard corner of the couch's arm. A loud crack rang out at the harsh contact and down he went. Relief found him in unconsciousness. 

A panicked and very perturbed Sarah, crawled from the coffee table and managed to gather her purse and top before agonizingly running to the door. She didn't give the home a second glance as the burning pain between her thighs grew more and more pronounced. She had no idea what happened, but she wasn't going to come back. Of that much she was sure. 

As she raced towards the safety of home, Lucas' come became a cool and soothing ointment to her pained cunt. It was the last thing she would thank him for. 



It's a Were World Ch. 03



Once more, Lucas woke to a very painful and throbbing headache. In fact, he was pretty certain that the headache covered every aspect of his body. Worse still, he couldn't remember how he ended up on the floor, naked, but for the shorts still twisting his feet together. 

Confusion seemed to be the theme of the day. Sarah wouldn't return his phone calls, and from the reddened state of the skin on his cock, he was pretty certain things had gone well. In fact, her bra was still draped over some of the magazines on the coffee table. And from what he could tell, his mother and sister had never reappeared from wherever they had disappeared to. 

Exhausted, he was determined to grab a few moments of sleep and then go out looking for them. He had managed to semi-clothe himself when he heard a knock on the door. Maybe its Sarah or my family, he thought quickly. 

He stashed the bra under a couch cushion and hoped the room didn't smell too much like sex. Putting on his best grin he darted to the door and swung it open. 

"Morni-," he managed as his mother's boss gave him a smirk and stepped into the house. Lucas remained in front of him, one hand on the door. Marcus stared expectantly up at him.

"Come to take the dogs," he chuckled as he stared at the pathetic looking pair that stared up from the floor of the entry.

"Fine," Lucas said, stepping back to allow him entry into the room. Marcus brushed by him and unlaced the two leashes. One of the dogs snapped at his leg, but was met with a very harsh kick. The dog whimpered quickly and shrunk away from the cruel treatment. 

Lucas wanted to defend them but didn't want to risk his mother's job. Instead he stared at the man accusingly. "Anything else?" he quickly retorted.

"Actually, I might take them downstairs to put them through their paces and check their training," he muttered with a very demeaning tone in his voice. 

Lucas shrugged, his headache returning. The dogs weren't his problem. "Fine. I'm going upstairs for a nap. Lock up on your way out."

As he turned towards the stairwell, he heard a pleading whimper from behind him. It almost stopped him, but the agony inside of his own head kept him selfishly focused on the bedroom above. 

The idea of a nap or just laying in a darkened room was very appealing and it remained so for the first thirty minutes of his attempt. But the feeling of concern for the women in his life began to drive him nuts. Anxiety was an excellent cure for exhaustion but did little to remedy his headache. He decided he would go down and see if Marcus knew where his mother and sister were. 

Still in the fateful athletic shorts, the young man carefully made his way down the stairs and to the living room. He paused once more by the pile of clothing and cell phones that were his sibling's and mother's. With a slight downward twist of the lips, he tiptoed down the stairs. Something inside him told him that he wanted to catch Marcus by surprise. 

At the bottom of the narrow staircase the basement looked exactly as it always had. Marcus and the dogs seemed to have disappeared as surely as his mother and sister had. Knowing that people can't just disappear, he began to carefully inspect every nook and cranny of the cinder blocked room. Finally he discovered the where they had gone off to. 

In the far back right corner a stack of carefully arranged cardboard boxes marked "Books" hid a three by three tunnel. Somewhere beyond that, a light glowed and strange sounds emerged. 

His headache forgotten, Lucas dropped into a crouch and shuffled down the cool enclosure. Under feet he noticed coarse shed hair that matched those of the dogs upstairs. He wondered how long Marcus had been training the dogs there. But any thought or questions about Marcus disappeared when he reached the end of the tunnel.

At first his eyes had a problem adjusting to the bright light that spilled from the secret chamber. His ears, however, had no problem adjusting to the noise of the room.

That strange sound he had heard? It was an overtly sexual whimper- one of submission and surrender to desires. Mixed in with its steady rhythm were slaps and grunts and howls and the characteristic slurps of wet skin sliding through wet skin. Lucas recognized the voice before he understood the bizarre scene before him. 

And it filled him with rage.

His sister was strapped over a saw horse, her arms and legs bound to each of the downward angling posts, with her ass thrust high in the air. Her hair was wild and her skin dirty and scratched. Some of the wounds trickled faint droplets of blood. If that sight had not been enough for Lucas, her partner would have sent him over the edge. 

Atop her was a massive black wolf, abnormally muscular with huge jaws that were exposed as it panted its pounding rhythm. Its large forelegs were wrapped tightly at her waist as its shoulders and back hunched above the pale broken woman beneath it. A massive red shaft repeatedly drove in and out of his beautiful sister's sex, and he had a momentary flashback to his strange dream. 

Just as his memory of his dream slipped through his psyche, an onrushing tidal wave of anger, hatred, lust, and revulsion slammed into him. The beast had returned. 

The power of his emotions forced the change and for the first time in his life Lucas was fully aware of what was happening. That burning itch in his spinal cord quickly became an uncontrollable agony. His eyes watched in abstraction as the clenched fists of his hands bulged and ripped and bled as longer more powerful claws emerged. Hair sprouted quickly over the newly expanded and morphed surfaces. His forearms and legs and chest and face all screamed in unified agony as his 6'3" body suddenly expanded and grew. Gone was his humanity. In its place, crouched a seven foot tall monster. 

Lucas was cognizant of all that happened but he did not register its implication or its meaning. Simply he accepted it and seized on the newfound power coursing through his veins. 

A deep rumbling roar began in his chest as he struggled to get the larger body from the small entry. With anger his claws tore at the concrete beneath him, leaving long gouges where they dug. 

Finally he was free, and his massive form hurtled across the room at the other wolf, fangs bared and claws exposed.

A challenging howl rang out of the black wolf as it abandoned its crouch atop Lucas' sister. Its long cock dripped with the fluids of her sex and stood in stark contrast to its black fur. The lycanthrope was more experienced then the young raging male, but it was not completely prepared for the strength, vigor, or hatred that the other relied upon.

Athena could only scream, "No, no!" Somewhere else in the room another whimpering, pleading cry could be heard from the only remaining dog. 

Lucas could only hear the chugging steam engine in his head as he propelled himself into the beast that had ravaged his sister. His nostrils filled with the scent of sex, of sweat, of animal. It was a heady aroma that was nearly as intoxicating as the desire for blood. 

His long brown and white fur covered arms swung out, claws bared. The black wolf blocked both furious swipes with its shorter, albeit bulkier frame. It seized on the opportunity to lunge forward, its own claws leading and its teeth snapping. 

The younger werewolf barely managed to avoid a fatal bite to the jugular and was forced instead to admit the tearing daggers of the black wolf's nails into his shoulders. He howled in surprise in pain but his longer arms quickly encircled the black wolf's own shoulders and furiously dug into its neck.

The black wolf howled in pained surprise at the quick recovery and was forced to break its hold on Lucas' pelt. Lucas lunged forward once more, teeth snapping and eyes wild. This time he would taste blood and it would empower him. His head went into an intuitive shake when it realized that the forearm of the black wolf was stuck within its jaws. He could taste the flesh stripping away from bone and tearing apart beneath his vicious ripping motions. 

The bulkier black wolf lashed out its paw, its nails slashing across Lucas' face to no avail. The young wolf knew it had an advantage and pressed it. 

Crouching lower then his opponent, Lucas lunged forward, squatting the entire weight of the black wolf above his head and throwing. The body of his enemy did the rest. With a snap, Lucas' jaw tore clean through the bone of the forearm as it separated from the screaming blur that hammered into a wall. 

Triumphantly, Lucas howled and dropped the severed limb to the floor, his muzzle awash with blood. 

But his victory was short lived. The black wolf had lost an arm but was now more aware of the danger posed by the young start up. With a bloody stump pulled tight against its heaving chest, the ancient creature propelled itself off the wall.

Lucas was surprised to see the wolf move away from him, down the wall. He thought perhaps his enemy would flee. Instead the wolf's body rapidly shrunk and changed, until a badly injured Marcus emerged from the change. 

"You fucking boy! You fucking boy! You tore my goddamn arm off! You'll fucking pay. You're mother and sister will both pay! And you'll watch. And when I'm done with them I'll eat you, one limb at a time. You fucker!" Marcus' ranted, his eyes wild and translucent as his change to human form struggled to take. 

Lucas felt another triumphant growl tear through his chest and out his throat. But it was short lived.

Marcus reached to the floor and came up with a large silver plated handgun. Lucas had time to whirl and turn towards the crawlway he had emerged from, before the first of the shots rang out. 

The older injured wolf may not have won the battle of the beasts, but he was a good shot. Four distinct slugs punched into Lucas' back and propelled him forward into the hole. Within his ribs and chest he could feel the sudden molten burn of lead as it left a quarter inch sized hole in its wake. 

He crawled quickly on his knees, feeling another slug slam into his furred thigh, before he emerged from the other side into the basement. Panicked and thinking clearly for the first time from the pain, Lucas crouched away from the hole. As his mind settled and the blood lust abated, he took stock of himself. His mouth and head were covered in the blood of his enemy but his shoulder was badly clawed and he could feel a significant amount of pain and blood coming from his back. 

It was this moment of clarity that would prove to be the saving grace for the young man who only now began to understand his family history and the mystery that surrounded the past week. His sharp canine ears heard Marcus' hate filled voice shouting into a cell phone. 

"Her bastard son has shifted! The fucker tore my arm off. Get down here now! Fucking surround the place, and kill him. I don't care who sees! KILL HIM!" It was accompanied by a loud crack and a startled cry from his sister. He would have turned again to free them had her voice not yelled to him.

"Run you idiot, run!" Another loud crack silenced her, but he knew that staying would prove a fatal choice. Injured badly, he scrambled to his feet and pounced up the stairs. His large frame easily dropped into a crouch and lurched forward in a natural run on all fours. It was less graceful then most dogs but the form was recognizable and he quickly adapted to it. Already he could hear doors slamming and yells form outside as he reached the top of the stairway. 

Startled, he turned and ran straight through the back door, his heavy skull and thick coat easily smashing through the glass without a scratch. He had a sudden realization of the sense of being hunted and he fled as far, as fast as he could. Into the trees behind his house he raced, his massive form smashing through the underbrush leaving a clear trail to be followed. But he was aware of the fact, and his instincts guided him to the wide stream and he plunged in. Half running, half leaping, he tore through the cool water and sped away from his house. 

His injured body could only carry him so far. Torn and shot he would soon find fatigue and exhaustion overwhelming him. It would be two hours before he collapsed and the two feelings won the battle over his mind. Into a fitful and bleak dream world he would slip, cold water pouring over his matted fur, cleansing it of the blood that had marked him a monster.

Back at his home, he would not realize how precarious his life had become. He had upset a delicate balance and violated an unspoken rule. He had challenged the alpha male of his clan and would set in motion events that no one could have predicted. And his sister and mother had been left in the middle of it.

In the secret chamber beneath the basement, Athena and Lucas' mother remained bound. Athena had become a whipping post for the raging Marcus, and Lucas' mother, still trapped in her natural wolf form, had born several strikes from the pistol and his heel. Athena was unconscious, her naked body too broken to maintain waking. 

Marcus paced the blood stained floor, his eyes rolling back and forth in his head as he clutched a towel to the bloody stump at his elbow. 

"That fucker! He took my arm. Bit it right off! I fucking don't believe it," he screeched. His voice was hoarse with anger as he continued his rant. Three other large men stood in the room with him, each tense and cautious in the movements. But a fourth man leaned against the wall nonchalantly, watching as his leader whined like a freshly whipped pup.

His mouth was set in a sly smile. 

"Is there something funny, Damon," Marcus finally shrieked when he saw the look. All the eyes in the room pivoted to see what angered the alpha male. Lazily, Damon pushed himself off the wall and dropped his hands to the large pockets at the waist of his coat. 

"Yes, Marcus. There is. Look at you. You're beaten and broken at the hands of a yearling. You lost your arm because you were too intent on fucking your harem and didn't pay enough attention to your power. You're not worthy of leading the pack," spat the usurper. 

Marcus' eyes went wide in rage and surprise. "You challenging me, Damon?! I made you, I trained you. Don't think that I can't kill you one handed or not!"

Damon spit on the floor at his words. Then he just smirked once more. "You're finished."

"Adrian, Torl, take care of this fucker," Marcus commanded. But his voice wilted just enough to tell the other two that perhaps his power was no longer complete and they remained still. Damon reached to the floor and picked up the large silver gun that Marcus had used on Lucas. He examined it playfully and then raised it, its sights set on Marcus. 

"Using a gun to do your dirty work. Its so, so human," he muttered with disgust. "It'll be fitting that you die by it." Before he pulled the trigger, however, he spun the gun on the fifth man in the room, a lad of only eighteen. The gun exploded once and the boy died with the a look of surprised terror on his face.

"My son," Marcus whimpered. "My son," he repeated.

He was allowed a moment to suffer the agony of his loss before the gun fired again and his head splattered on the wall behind him. 

Damon smirked down at the two victims before pacing to the beaten body of Lucas' sister. He appreciatively ran a hand around her backside and hips. "Adrian. Spread the word. I'm in charge now. Anyone wants to question it, they end up like him. Torl, take these two bitches to the club. They've had free reign out here long enough. But don't put them on the floor yet. Chain them in my office." His hand left Athena's thigh and he paced over to the snarling wolf crouched in a corner on its chain. 

He knelt in front of it, his characteristic smirk growing. "Hello Mother. We have so much to discuss." Then he surrendered to a fit of psychotic laughter, one that had been welling up inside of him ever since had received the phone call from Marcus. Things were going his way. And he was going to make sure they stayed that way. 

As things completely foreign to him were set in motion, Lucas lay asleep in the stream. His body slowly shifted back to its normal shape. Hair disappeared or receded, his natural muscular and skeletal structures reemerged. Gradually each sign of his changing would falter and fade until only the three deep gouges on his shoulder and the five nasty wounds on his back and thigh were signs of any of the last day's experiences being a reality. 

The healing power of his lycanthrope body would kick in as he rested, slowly cutting off open wounds, clotting blood, and fighting infection. Within the next twenty four hours, the unconscious young man would be left with only scars, and the uncomfortable sense that somewhere inside him he carried a dollar's worth of lead. 

But his concern and love for his family was so great that he would wake thinking only of them. Cold, wet, and very, very sore, he could think of only them. He regretted leaving, even though his mind told him that to have stayed would have meant certain death from one source or another. And living to fight another day was more valuable to his mother and sister then was dying a fool and a martyr. 

He tried to force himself to stay away from the home a while longer, but he could not resist the temptation. He didn't know how long he had been knocked out, but when night finally fell, he made his way down the creek to the edge of his property. What he found, terrified him. 

All around his home, yellow caution tape blazed in the darkness. The slight rustle of the wind over its plastic skin was more perturbing then any sound he had heard before. Where there had been a familiar house and a safe haven from the rest of the world's problems, lay a pile of rubble and ash. Some portions of it still smoldered from the fire that had devastated it. All of his belongings and memories and experiences were in that house. Lucas felt like he had lost everything. And he had no idea where his family was. 

It was here that he would experience the third shift of his life. His soul wanted to shrink into the smallest space possible, and that deep seeded emotional need would set in motion a shift into his wolf stage. Rather then the hulking half man, half wolf he had been earlier, he became a full bodied, beautiful canine of slightly larger then average height. 

Lucas did not understand or care what the reasoning was for the shift, but he felt somehow more prepared for what he saw as an animal. The thick pads of his feet carried him under the tape, across the lawn, and into the ruins of his old home. Only the brick fireplace stood standing, and even the upper portion of that had collapsed. Whatever had happened was complete in its destruction. 

The young wolf was left alone, unsure of his place in the world or of the fate of his family. He would spend the night roaming through the house, searching for any sign of hope or of his more restful past. 

The next morning, the sound of voices from the front of the house beckoned him. Carefully, he crept around the edge of the fireplace and down the edge of the foundation to a better vantage point. Out front, a single police officer stood guard. Beside him a group of high school girls that he recognized wept, placing flowers and teddy bears at a makeshift memorial. At their center stood Sarah. 

That gorgeous body was now huddled beneath a sweatshirt, sobs racking her small frame. He was too afraid to come closer, to shift and to call out to her. He had no idea what had been said or what had been done. Showing up naked would raise some questions. But he needed a friend and confidant, and Sarah was it. 

He rolled a bit in the soot, and crept from his hiding place. Immediately her eyes lit up and she darted underneath the tape line towards him.




It's a Were World Ch. 03



"Hey miss! Miss! You can't go in there it's a crime scene," the flunky cop ordered. But Sarah was enamored with some thing she could attach to him or the memory of him and her arms were already laced through the thick hair of Lucas' coat. 

"Oh you poor boy. I'll take care of you. I'll take care of you. I'm so sorry!" Lucas wanted to yawn with boredom as she continued on a three minute diatribe about how she would take care of him just like Lucas would have. Of course, Lucas was not a stupid dog and didn't really want to hear it, but he knew better then to ruin his chance of shelter and food. 

By then the police officer had arrived and escorted the newfound pair off the premises with a threat of jail time for tampering with evidence if she returned. But Sarah's mood, like most high school girls, had altered in that instance, and Lucas found himself on a way to a new home.

Many of his questions remained unanswered, but he at least had a starting point. 



It's a Were World Ch. 04



Damon had longed for the moment when he could seize power from the pompous fool who had been the pack alpha for so long. And now, he had taken control, wrested authority over the bloodline in one fell swoop. The feeling was intoxicating, luxurious even. And he knew exactly whom he would share it with. 

The last three hours had been spent securing his hold. A few lieutenants of Marcus' had not been easily persuaded but there resistance was short lived. As were they. Years of subservient work and gradual manipulation had allowed him to extend his claws into nearly every aspect of pack business and when the chance finally came, things fell into place rather easily. Only his half brother remained on the loose. But that concerned him little- he was not the old fool that Marcus was. He would go hunting when the time was right. 

From behind the doorway to his private office, came a plaintive whimper of exhaustion and suffering. He had other prey to attend to. 

Slowly he opened the heavy wooden door, letting its creak signal his arrival for the room's occupants. Grinning sadistically, he stared across the room at the two figures opposite him. 

Athena, Lucas' sister, was chained at the ankles and at the wrists, her naked body still showing some of the abuse that had been doled out to her by the old alpha wolf. Around her neck, a thick leather strap was cinched tight to the ceiling above her. As a result, she was forced to stand on her tip toes, back and calves arched in an effort to allow air to fill her lungs. She had been left this way for hours and was nearing the point of exhaustion. So intent on her plight was she, Athena did not hear her half brother come into the room. 

Her mother, however, did. She had been trapped in canine form for well over two days now, since Marcus had first bound her with a choke collar to the door. The feeling was perturbing and already she could sense some of her humanity slipping away. The more bestial nature was beginning to seize control. If she didn't shift soon, she would go feral, losing herself in the evolved desires of a pack hunter. And then there was little that could be done for her. Which is exactly where Damon intended to push her. 

For several moments, the young powerful figure studied his victims, admiring the handiwork that had them so cowed and beaten. Before they proud bitches had refused his attempts at alliance or to subvert the alpha male. Their old-fashioned senses of propriety within the pack had bothered him. He intended to take the wolves into a new age, where they could be masters and not the defenseless, fearful, lap dogs that they had become. Soon humans would realize that all their great nightmares were true. 

Slowly Damon ran his thumb over his forefinger, savoring the slight textured overlay of his fingerprint. His mouth watered as he drew closer and closer to Athena. She looked so helpless, so broken. Her long hair was loose and wild, far from its normal pinned back styling. Across her waist, the deep scratch marks of Marcus' paws told a story of her use. The long muscles in her leg quivered, making her look soft and feminine in one glance and fit and lean in another. And that delicious backside, its gentle curve rising like a crescendo from her tensed thighs, peaking softly before ebbing away into the small of her back. 

"Hello girls," he whispered, noting the flash in Athena's eyes as she glanced his way in recognition. "How are we feeling?"

Receiving no response except for the incontrollable whimpers of suffering, he laughed. By now he was close to Athena, close enough to smell her, to scent the aroma of her sweat as it dripped over her skin. Instinctively, his hand went to her rump, running from her thigh to her back and down again. His cock throbbed as a long awaited fulfillment drew closer. 

"I must say, it is good to be king," he chuckled. "I don't know why I didn't take my rightful place sooner." His hand was now fully cupping her cheek, slowly tightening its grip on the soft flesh beneath it. 

Athena managed another hateful glare at her perverted captor and a weak attempt to spit. All she managed was a dark spot on his silk shirt. For that, she was rewarded with a vicious blow to the shins that sent her weight collapsing down on her neck. Her usually melodic voice gasped hoarsely as her air was cut off and her bare feet scrambled on the smooth floor beneath her. By the time she had regained her footing, she was seeing stars in the corner of her eyes. 

"Let's not play games sister. You know the rules. Alpha male takes what he wants. And with Marcus gone, the acknowledge leader of this pack is me. And I will have you!" Once more he kicked her legs out from beneath her and watched as she desperately tried to breathe. 

When she had managed to balance precariously again, he unhooked her collar from the ceiling and guided her to his desk. Once there, he bound the long leather strap in an eyelet bolt carefully placed in the cement floor. He slowly tightened it, cinching her back down over the desk, and pulling her torso taut. 

Now she was exposed completely to him. Her gorgeous full breasts lay across her chest, their nipples hardened with exertion and the caress of cold air. A bead of sweat dripped from between their valley down to the precious shadow of her navel. From two to three inches below it, a small strip of well groomed hair marked the pathway to the chalice that he had so longed to drink from. Athena continued to glare up at him, but she was silent atop the mahogany surface. 

She knew that she had nothing with which to counter his claim, and that her family's survival very well depended on her ability to control her pride and anger. She must submit.

"Get on with it," she swore, her voice full of malice. 

"I intend to, dear sister, I intend to. But it won't be quick. And you will come to enjoy it, of that I assure you."

"Don't toot your own horn."

"You'll be doing most of the work, sister. Then we will see how mother responds."

"Fucker," she spat. 

"I definitely will," he chuckled at his own sense of humor. 

He was leaning against the desk now, one leg pulled up along the edge of the thick top, its knee brushing against her waist. His large hands were clasped in his lap, clenching and unclenching as they surveyed with excitement the naked pink flesh laid out before them. 

The fingertips of his right hand would have contact first, nervously perching between the base of her rib cage. They slowly pressed down on her smooth skin, allowing the sweaty surface to lubricate their contact and letting them slip down, till his palm and all five digits were splayed across the top of her abdomen. 

Upward they would dart, in the small well defined gap between the two bone structures. Gently he moved his fingers together until they formed a unified wedge that shifted vertically between the proud thrust of her breasts. 

"So young and full," he whispered in delighted amazement. His hand would open into a wide splay again once it passed between their valley. This thumb and little finger would press ever so slightly into the top of her tissue, crossing an invisible boundary between simple anatomical expression and into the realm of the sexual. 

One look at the young man gave away his nervousness and doubt. This had been something he had long planned for, but never truly accepted could be true. Now he was in a position where it could not be refused. Taking his sister and mother as his own bitches would break many of the pack rules, but it would also cement his command. If he could cast off old taboos about inbreeding so quickly, and no one dared question him, he would be certain of his position.

His right hand shifted back downward, now deviating off course till its palm rested over the tight nub of left nipple. Slowly the long thick fingers tensed, groping the soft malleable surface roughly. Damon ground his palm into her flesh, stimulating her nipple and experiencing more of her. His left hand was now in his lap, idly rubbing over the tented crotch of his slacks.

Managing to surrender the contact there, he dropped the hand on her thigh, just above the knee. He saw Athena's eyes flash anger at the touch, but also knew that she was powerless to stop it. 

"You're so gorgeous sister. You'll make a wonderful mother for our pups."

"Animal," she growled at him as his left hand climbed dangerously high. She tried to banish the sensations that were increasing within her. But she had been a pack bitch for so long beneath Marcus, she had trained her mind to surrender quickly to ministrations of any sort. Already she could feel that curious tingling that alerted her to her own arousal. Soon, her sex would be throbbing and her glistening center would betray her.

His hand had worked its way between the tight clench of her two thighs and now the outer edge of his forefinger separated the lips of her labia. And just as she had feared, her arousal was evident.

"Wet for me already sister? I thought I would have to work for it. Perhaps you will not be the challenge I suspected." 

"Fucker. Its not for you, its for Lucas," she cursed, knowing that Damon's competitive temper would at least entertain the ridiculous idea. And most certainly it did.

Damon's forefinger and middle finger quickly shifted into her cunt and were slammed home. 

"Hardly, bitch, that little ass has nothing on me. If he's still alive, he's beaten and crying out for mommy. Just like you'll be crying out for me." 

His strong forearm twisted down between her thighs, providing a separating wedge between them and allowing him to eagerly hammer those paired digits home. 

Athena bit into her lip, desperately trying to hide the ease with which she was succumbing to him. But the repeated jacking of his fingers was getting to her and her well lubricated cunt was only making things easier. 

With each forward thrust of his hand, his thumb would slide up over her clit, only to withdraw with his other two. She was trembling from the exertion of physical and mental energy that it took to keep from cumming immediately.

"No, no, no" she whispered under her breath as her chest began to rise and fall with increasing intensity. Her eyes clenched shut and she felt her legs part as her orgasm neared and her psyche willed surrender. It seemed as if she was relegated to being an observer to her own fate and not a participant in it. 

Damon was grinning now, his pearly whites flashing like some triumphant announcement above her. He could see how quickly she neared the edge, and his ego mistakenly attributed it all to her desire for him. 

He increased the already blistering pace of his fingers within her channel, her folds admitting them repeatedly with a squishing noise that broadcasted her arousal. 

"The little bitch wanted me all along," he muttered down to her. "Wait till you get what else I have for you," he teased as his eyes darted suggestively down to thick outline molded against his pants. 

Athena knew that her coming orgasm would only increase his arrogance and his feeling of right to claim her. But she could not fight it, and the thick double up of his masculine fingers within her was too much. 

At first the orgasm began with a small sputtering whimper from her lips, an admission of inevitability, before it coursed through her veins and into her tunnel. There it exploded into fireworks, forcing her feet to lift her backside from the desk top and driving her hips to lewdly swirl on his impeding fingers. 

"No!!!" She screamed out the negative while her body screamed the affirmative, and the sudden increase in the sloshing wetness between her thighs revealed who had won. 

Athena was allowed a moment's respite as his fingers surrendered their penetration. She mistakenly took it to mean that she would receive a chance to recover from that orgasm, but it would not be true.

The mouthwatering pink folds of her pussy were too much for her half-brother. No sooner had she gyrated from the table top, did he decide that he must have a taste. His dark haired head settled quickly between her thighs and his tongue forced itself into the tightness that only so recently his fingers had claimed. His lips curled back and sucked her soft molten folds into his mouth, a hissing noise filling his throat.

"Oh god no," Athena groaned as another orgasm built up behind the aftershocks of the first. "Please, no, ohhhhhhhh," came her cry as once more her body tensed and shuddered in climax. 

But his hunger for her cunt was not sated and his tongue delved deeper and deeper into the channel, thirstily slurping up all she could offer. All Athena could think about was the sight of his dark hair and cruel eyes as they lorded over her sex. 

She wondered secretly if his tongue was shifting, independently of the rest of his body. It seemed to reach too far into her cunt, to twist and turn too easily, to be human. And its rough textured surface was wreaking havoc on her self control. Its quick flicking licks kept her on the peak of her arousal, drawing out her orgasms in a series of chain reaction. Desperately she prayed for the incestuous torture to end. 

When it finally did, she realized she would rather have stuck with the alternative. 

Damon's lustful curiosity and eager oral attentions gave way to something darker. With a growing discontent, he unbuttoned his dress shirt and trousers, stripped off his shoes and socks, and carefully arranged the items on a leather club chair behind him.


Athena did not notice at first, but when the first growl came from his throat, she knew she was going to be used by his lycanthropic form. The young woman had not seen his shifted form since they were younger. Frightened, she watched his cock, for she knew that would inflict the most damage. 

Marcus had loved to use her mother and she in mismatched forms. Either he would take them in the human forms as a wolf or lycanthrope, or he would take them in their wolf form as a human. There was something about the size difference and the vulnerability of the two natural species that had aroused the sadistic power monger. And it seemed that the sensation was not lost on Damon. 

His hard tan shaft turned a deeper red and elongated. As the rest of his body grew deep charcoal colored hair and stretched in both musculature, her eyes could not be pulled from his cock. Mentally she checked off inches as it neared and then surpassed Marcus' size. She knew she would be in for an uncomfortable ride as the massive werewolf loomed over her. His cock had reached a monstrous fifteen inches, well past her previous alpha. 

"Please, Damon, please," she begged as the sword like curve wavered between her thighs. She was simply rewarded with a rumbling growl that echoed through the room. His massive clawed paws dug into the desktop on either side of her breasts, as his lower back hunched in the way only a canine could manage. The burgundy tip of his cock dropped low, brushing over her pussy lips as it aligned. 

With a sneering howl, that sent hot drops of spittle raining down on her, the large cock launched forward. 

"Aaahhhhh," she moaned as her small cunt was stretched to its absolute maximum. Her eyes watched terrified as his dark torso hovered over her like storm clouds that only seemed to highlight the bright red of his cock as inch by inch it forced its way deeper into her. 

Damon was at least controlled- his cock gave her brief moments to learn to accommodate its size before thrusting farther forward within her. Athena soon realized that all he wanted was to claim another climax from her.

And his patience was working. Her pussy throbbed with life and heat as it sought to devour the whole of massive penis. And inch by inch it seemed as if it would succeed. Soon enough, the young woman beneath the hulking monster could feel the slight tickling of his fur across the widely spread backs of her thighs and ass. 

"Fuck," she whispered as her mind tried to comprehend the amount of cock that was now buried within her pussy. It was inhuman, she thought, before realizing that it WAS inhuman. Every single squirm of her hips or shift of her back brought a new found pleasure center to her attention. It seemed like half of her pussy had gone unused all those years beneath Marcus. 

"Oh fuck," she commented surprised. "Its amazing," she admitted finally to herself and to her lord. 

That was the cue that Damon had waited on. His massive shoulders hunched and his claws dug deeper into the desk. Those powerful thighs and the powerful lower back that had waited tensed suddenly uncoiled as his long thick cock withdrew from her. Athena suddenly felt completely and totally abandoned within the emptiness of her channel. 

"No, please, more," she begged.

She was rewarded with a thrust that had all the power and force of train wreck. Her whole body was pushed across the desk and her head slipped off the edge of its lip as the huge dick filled her quickl. 

Later the pain and bruising would make itself known, but for now the heightened drum beat of her pulse announced the pleasure. 

"Yesssss," came her satisfied cry as he began to pound her. 

Damon's large kiwi sized balls slapped heavily against the wet underside of her ass, where her juices now poured. They were squeezed from their enclosure with each forward stroke of his dick like some fresh fruit juice. The hot liquid poured out of her widely spread pussy lips and over her thighs, ass, and desktop. 

Her voice squealed in guilty acknowledgment as her body accepted his mastery of it. 

The thick wedge shaped skull of a wolf dropped low over her and a long tongue traced the outline of her breast and teat hungrily. Dangerously sharp teeth neared the sensitive flesh but stayed just far enough away.

Again and again the naked young woman was driven into the desk surface her whole body absorbing the spearing of her cunt. 

"Fuck, ah, fuck, oh yes, ah," she gasped as he filled her with his masculine dominance. She could not think past anything but the orgasms that were speeding around her in unending perpetuity. Even the near dislocation of her hips by his bestial thrusts mattered little. All Athena could think on was the delicious screw of his cock within her. She could feel his knot beginning to grow at the entrance of her channel and despite the danger the softball sized form posed, she wanted it desperately locked within her. 

She tried to draw her knees up closer to her torso, to allow for its admission, an impossible feat that Marcus had never dared achieve in cross-formed fucking. But Damon was not so cautious and was willing to take everything that she would give him. 

With a loud pop, the thick ball managed to force its way between her impossibly spread lips and with a few more thrusts, the outer flowering of her labia glistened wetly around its base. The two mates were locked together. 

The sudden all encompassing embrace of her cunt around the entirety of his cock was too much. As it was intended to, the tying of the two partners at the knot announced his orgasm. Athena's eyes rolled back in her head as the fire hose-like pulsations of his explosion brought on another more intense climax.

Her whole body quaked and trembled as impossible amounts of semen filled her womb. There was no place for the molten fluid to go but up. His shaft and knot were sealed too tightly against her human pussy to do anything but. And so the young woman would go trembling on, as her stomach tightened with the complete filling of her reproductive organs. 

For nearly ten minutes she would remain tied to him, his heavy body nearly smother her as his cock twitched and pulsed. Gradually that weight would lighten as he shifted from monster to man. As he did so, the now de-pressurized torrent of his cum would go pouring down her tunnel and leak in a milky goo into the cold air of the office. 




It's a Were World Ch. 04



"You're my bitch now, sister," he growled with self-satisfied dominance.

Oozing the afterglow of sexual exhaustion, she answered: "Yes, master."

Her lips curled into a perverse grin that looked more at home on his face then on hers. Her languid surrender was interrupted by the broken whimper of her mother, still chained to the wall. 

"Damon," she queried. "Why don't you have mother clean us up?"

"Why I do believe that's a good idea, sister," he responded. Deep down he was amazed by the transformation, but he planned on seizing on it while it lasted. He grabbed his mother's chain from the wall and guided her to the splayed thighs of his sibling. 

He loosened the choke on her collar so that she could shift. Which she did with practiced rapidity. 

Athena's mother stared in shock down at her daughter and the stream of cum that poured from her pussy. But the cruel grin did not leave Athena's face as Damon grabbed a handful of the elder beauty's hair and forced it down close to the white mess. 

Sadly obedient, Athena's mother began to lap the fluid from her daughter's thighs and cunt, her tongue cleaning it from the soft sensitive flesh beneath, and delivering it down her throat. 

Her daughter's legs shifted around her neck, replacing Damon's hand, and locking her there. 

"No," she tried to mutter, before the strong thighs and calves forced her directly into contact with Athena's snatch. For several moments she was forced to drink up her son's juices from the cup of her daughter's cunt. Weakened by the insanity of being stuck in canine form, she merely whimpered her submission till she felt the legs slacken. 

As she slowly rose from the position of humiliation, she heard her daughter's voice suddenly shift.

"RUN! Find Lucas!"

Semi-bewildered, she stared down puzzled only to see the base of Athena's heel snap a kick up into Damon's jaw, sending him stumbling backwards. 

That was all that Lucas' mother needed. She quickly shifted back to wolf form and bolted out the door at a dizzying speed. Her family's survival depended on it. 



It's a Were World Ch. 05



 Please remember to vote and leave comments, especially if they are complimentary or constructive critiques. I write as much for my own amusement as I do the knowledge that we each get a chance to escape in the wide variety of fantasies we carry. 

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Lucas sat as obediently as possible as he was ushered into the confines of a new home. It was one that he recognized immediately, but found himself unprepared to see from his new form.

Sarah's mother had raised her daughter as a princess, and their shared abode had been a mutual palace. In the absence of a husband, the women had managed to make the place free of any sense of masculinity. The colors, the patterns, and the artwork all screamed of a desperately imbalanced gender sway. Even the scents, which now struck Lucas' hypersensitive nose with the force of a semi truck, were of strawberries and jasmine and vanilla. 

With a tortured whine, he wondered how many scented candles met their end in this living room alone. 

"Mom," Sarah yelled into the house, her hand latched on Lucas' fur. 

"What honey," came the reply from upstairs. 

Sarah guided Lucas up the stairs, her fingers tightly clutching his scruff, as if she were worried he would dart off. Down the hallway and to the left, Lucas followed her urgent tug. 

In all his visits to Ms. Martin's home, he had never had the chance to enter her room. He was too busy trying to get in Sarah's. With what could be described as a shrug of the shoulders he jumped through the slightly open doorway into Sandra's room. He greeted the half nude woman standing there with an excited bark. 

Sandra shrieked and clutched the duvet she had been adjusting to her chest as the wolf charged at her. 

Sarah ran after the newfound pet, startled by its charge.

Lucas danced around Sandra's frightened legs, trying to sneak a peak at her buttocks. On more than one occasion he had been poolside with her, and he had not forgotten how great an ass she had, despite everything that had happened to him.

"Sorry Mom," Sarah screeched as she yanked Lucas to the floor in some sort of tackle. "Sorry," she reiterated as her mother stared puzzled down at her.

"What on earth is that animal doing in my house!"

"Sorry! I found him at Lucas'. It was his Mom's dog. I can't let anything happen to him! I mean, Lucas is gone, and he was just standing there in the ashes looking so lonely!"

"What? Slow down! I can't understand you when you beg," Sandra scolded her daughter as she realized that the wolf was really just a harmless house pet. "Start from the beginning please."

"Well you know what happened to Lucas. And I was over there with some friends setting out some flowers," Sarah continued to whine, small droplets of tears forming at the corner of her eyes, "and we were there, and the other night when I was there, there was these two dogs. And he is one of them. And I found him, and I'm going to take care of him, because its what Lucas would have wanted." 

Lucas could sense that Sandra was not fond of the idea. The fact that she continued to clutch the duvet before her, like some sort of shield, was a big indicator. But he had heard this pleading sound in Sarah's voice before. It was the sound of an only child, stating what she wanted, why she wanted it. He knew it was a formality. Sandra acquiesced quickly, not even putting up a token bit of resistance to her daughter's request. 

The last few days had been especially tough on the young woman, Sandra knew. First she had come home in tears, her thighs a mess of cum, swearing that she had simultaneously the best and worst sex of her life. It had been the best because of the release she had experienced and the worst because of the the pain that a second round had inflicted. Sandra had listened as she fervently swore off boys, especially Lucas. Not more than a day later and Lucas and his entire family were burned beneath the rubble of their home. Sarah's reaction had been genuine and heart wrenching. 

Sarah knew that she had more then enough "credit" built up with the past week to get anything she wanted. And desperately, she wanted to fulfill some unstated duty to her boyfriend. Even though she had abandoned him unconscious on the floor of the house, she had remembered him more fondly then ever. All of his flaws had disappeared with him. Not to mention the upsurge in popularity that she had experienced as a result of the accident. 

Sandra gave her daughter a nod, slowly lowering the duvet cover to the bed. "Fine. Just make sure he doesn't break anything and if he craps on the floor, you get clean up duty. Understood?"

"Oh thanks, Mom! It means so much to me!" Sarah gave her mother a big hug, her small arms slipping beneath hers and her head momentarily coming to rest on her bare shoulder.

Lucas, meanwhile, had enjoyed the opportunity to leer. Sandra had lowered the duvet cover to reveal a pair of white cotton boy shorts, stretched precariously of a very fit, very round bottom. And she was topless! His heart was racing, and he could barely contain the urge to mount her right then. 

Ms. Martin was similar to her daughter in many respects. She had the same slender frame and hair color , with pouty lips and a firm stomach. Her tits and ass were filled out more, more mature then her daughter's. Lucas desperately wanted to get them naked and side by side. Just so he could make the comparison. 

He didn't realize he was growling, or erect, until the women looked down at him with curiosity. 

"Oh my God, Mom, I'm sorry! I don't know what's gotten into him." Sarah grabbed at his scruff once more and leaned her whole body weight against it, tugging him away from his designated seat at Sandra Martin's feet. She gave the dog a peculiar smirk as her daughter yanked him away.

"That dog has more in common with Lucas than you might think," she jokingly commented. Sarah giggled, knowing she was referring to Lucas' tendency to ogle her mother. 

"You're hot Mom, can't blame these poor boys, now can ya," she teased back. 

Somewhere far away, in a vastly more dangerous location, a battered young woman slowly returned to the conscious realm. Her eyes were both nearly swollen shut and her ribs felt like they had been cracked with a hammer. Vaguely, she could recall the severity of the beating that Damon had doled out after she had aided her mother in escape. When he had begun again an hour after her mother's escape, she knew that the older woman had made it away. 

Wretchedly, she coughed and spit blood onto the cold cement floor before her. Her body ached, and desperately she wished she could shift. In transpecies form, she was capable of much quicker healing. But the iron collar that adorned her neck threatened to snap her head from its shoulders if she attempted something stupid. 

Whispering into the darkness, her voice cracking in pain, she begged.

"Please Lucas, where ever you are. I need your help. Please."

Lucas may not have understood the urgency of his family's situation, but his mother most certainly did. She had sprinted into the night, her tail held low, balancing her as she clambered tightly around corners, her lean body stretching with each stride. She had yet to change into human form, and wasn't sure when she would able to. She knew she had to shake her pursuers before anything could be done. 

It had been an hour since she had last seen anyone and desperately she wanted to believe she was safe, but the pack were good trackers and any moment lost was a chance for them to catch up. 

Her sharp eyes picked their way through traffic, through pedestrians, and down familiar streets. Soon the crushing environs of the city faded into the polished presentations of suburbia. By now the pads on her feet were beginning to bleed. Too much running on concrete, asphalt, and gravel, with little chance for rest. 

She was nearing home, so she left the main roads and began the more comforting, over grass route, that kept her out of the sight of any watchers. Lucas' mother could only focus on the maternal need to protect her son. Formulated thoughts were harder to come by, as the change continued to set in. 

All she could think about was locating Lucas before anyone else did. 

The house was as devastated as Lucas found it, and no identifiable scents remained. Her trail had gone cold. Exhausted, exasperated, and confused by the conflicting desire to change, the fear about what risks it might place her in, and the unknown location of her son, she found herself stumbling down into the ravine behind the house, and eventually going to sleep. 

Lucas meanwhile was more then distracted. From the moment Sarah had gotten him to her room, she had been barely clothed. Apparently, it was a habit for the Martin women that he had been unaware of. Like her mother, she wore a pair of panties and no bra. And like her mother, she looked fantastic. Lucas, whined and squirmed and yelped and barked, desperately wishing for more then just a peek

This new knowledge explained some awkward moments when he had shown up unexpectedly at his girlfriend's house. Whenever that had happened, Sarah had always carried a funny grin, like she was privy to some private joke that he could never decipher. Apparently it had related to her mother's habit of flouncing around in panties. 

But now, trapped in canine form and unable to transform, he found himself irrepressibly horny. There seemed to be no end to the bouncing, jostling, flesh show that Sarah and her mother put on. Just when he thought he had his raging hard on under control, one of them would benefit him with a gracious hug and scratch behind the ears. Usually with their nicely tanned thighs wrapped on either side of him and their tits hanging before his cold nose. 

Most often, he would attempt to display his gratitude with a slathering lick of a nipple which was rewarded with a gracious slap upside the skull. He'd end up chained in the bathroom until his suffering whines sprung him from their lock up. 

One evening, a few days after his adoption, as the two women lounged on their couch with an episode of some hospital show blaring on the television, he listened to them discuss his fate during commercial breaks. 

"What are we going to do with him, Sarah?"

"Whaddya mean?"

Lucas was curious too. Yeah, whaddya mean, he inquired with a yip. The older woman responded with disappointed shake of her head. 

"He's a big dog. And we can't keep him forever. He needs to have other dogs and be with people who are more active. He needs exercise and companionship. Not the two of us."

"Mom! He's my responsibility. Lucas would have wanted me to care for him. He would never forgive me if I gave away my last memory of him!" Lucas would probably have agreed, but the exasperated arm gestures of his one time girlfriend made her young breasts move so enchantingly....

"Just look at him. All he does is stare at our tits! And he's a dog. What was Lucas training him for?! And he always has that poking us. It's just not proper," Sandra replied, her painted nail pointed accusingly at his semi-erect cock. 

Lesbian bitch, he growled at her. 

"Oh be quiet, you," she responded. "I'm serious, we're getting rid of him!" Her face turned a very determined shade of pink, one that reminded Lucas of his own mother when she was upset.

"No, no, no, we are not," Sarah yelled, tears forming at her eyes and one hand nestling protectively on the powder blue, sequined collar she had purchased for him that morning. "You can't take him from me!"

And with that, the young werewolf found himself being forcibly drug out of the room, up the stairs, and into her bedroom. His tail narrowly avoided being severed as she slammed her door to signal her official withdrawal from the argument. 

"You don't ever have to leave me. I won't ever give you up," she sobbed collapsing onto her bed, one hand still on his collar. 

Helpfully, Lucas clambered up onto the full sized mattress and cuddled in as close as he could to Sarah. Desperately he wished he could tell her who he was, but all he dared reveal was a sympathetic grumble. 

"You're such a good dog. So big and strong. No wonder Lucas had you. You're just like him," she crooned, her hand stroking through his coarse belly fur. "Good dog, good good dog. Don't mind what mommy tells you. You're a perfect dog. We'll never let you go."

Lucas wasn't so convinced. He knew how fickle Sarah's emotions could be and he determined that he would need to be prepared to bail soon. And besides, there was his mother and sister to think about. 

Gradually, the exhausted dog and his mistress would drift to sleep together, her thin delicate frame wound tightly against his thickly muscled one. But his fur was as soft as could be, and scented with her vanilla soap, so he might as well have been a favorite teddy bear. 

A small creak and groan at the door as the room descended into darkness would make Lucas' ears and sharp eyes respond, but only momentarily. he watched as Sandra study them from the darkened doorway, a hint of sadness on her face. Then she closed the door and disappeared with soft footfalls down the hall. 

"Lucas," cried a voice from somewhere in his sleep. "Please, Lucas," came the cry of the same voice. It was followed by an incoherent mumbling. For a moment, the young man tried to follow his dreams to the voice's source, but quickly he would realize that it wasn't a dream when he sniffed in the heady aroma of Sarah's arousal. 

His head lifted from the bed, ears up, eyes bright, and nose sniffing eagerly as he listened and analyzed more of the room's environs. Sure enough, there was the definitive scent of Sarah's sex. It was faint, barely discernible beneath the swath of perfumes and Glade plug ins. But his inner beast had marked this smell as one of importance and familiarity. And now there it was again.

Carefully he lay listening, waiting for some repetition of what he heard. He did not hear his name again, but he did hear a muffled moan into her pillow. 

A small shift of her legs beneath the blankets brought a stronger release of her scent. She was definitely aroused.

Lucas defined what a puppy grin was in that moment. His long jaws separated and his tongue hung loosely from his mouth while he happily panted. Between his hindquarters, he could feel his cock beginning to swell. 

Carefully, as not to disturb Sarah's dream, the young wolf began to nudge down her sheets. He had to alternate between using his head like a shovel and biting into the material to keep progress steady, and he worried that she would wake before his task was completed. He wasn't sure that he could deny himself any longer. 

Sarah's head rested on his hip, perilously above the long cock that now twitched beneath her. Lucas' legs were involuntarily pulsing, desperate for some satiation. 

After a few tense moments, Lucas managed to expose Sarah's legs to the warm air of her locked bedroom. A deep resonant growl echoed in his chest, vibrating his body as he raised his head and lowered it in the small cavity formed by the bend of her legs towards her chest. Sarah had been curled up, and as she had slept her legs had gradually slipped downward. Her position allowed Lucas just enough space to rest his head. 

As he moved into position, he felt her stir, another small moan escaping her lips as one leg straightened over another. His keen nocturnal eyes watched as her pale flesh shifted, exposing more and more thigh, and nearly the crotch of her panties. He could feel the moisture build up in his mouth as his desire grew. Her smell was even more intoxicating then he could have believed. His urge to taste, to explore, to investigate with his mouth caused thick droplets of saliva to fall from his teeth. 

"Lucas," he heard her groan once more.

Lucas had been weighing the risks posed by acting on this overwhelming desire. If she was repulsed, he would most certainly be on the street again. But there was the small chance that he would just blend into her dream, that his actions would meld with the fantastical partner of the night. 

Another slow flex of her legs was enough. It released a heady aroma of lust that punched through his reasoning capability and fear easily. 

Lucas' long rough tongue darted out, tracing a long glistening line from her knee to the edge of her panties.

Her reaction was immediate. A long sexual hiss passed over her lips the moment his warm oral muscle made contact. And her legs shifted farther apart, exposing the wet center whose scent had begun this all. 

His ears perked atop his head, Lucas craned his neck forward once more, tongue tracing the pathway it had created. This time, he did not withdraw. This time, his head came to rest atop her thigh, his snout mere inches from her core. 

Another rewarding sigh emitted from her mouth. 

His tongue slipped over his sharp teeth, teasing at the very edge of her hem. It did not withdraw. Lucas squirmed the strong muscle beneath the fabric, exploring the shaved flesh it found beneath. The taste was pungent, aromatic, and salty. It imbued his mouth with an addictive flavor, his dick with an irresistible desire. 

Flexing, his tongue wormed farther in, tasting the sweat of her skin, and bearing itself closer and closer to its final goal. He felt the gentle push of her hips against him, urging his tongue onward.

So long as she remained asleep, Lucas knew that he would not be denied. The centimeters between her pussy and his tongue passed slowly, the tight stretch of her panty material making his task more difficult. But soon, the long slender pulse of his tongue met the throb of her clit. 

One quick lash across it, and he felt her body tremble, felt her taste fill his mind. Another slip of the tongue over the hard nub had her simpering sounds grow louder. Soon he was pushing the long muscled appendage between her folds, digging for her flavors. The taste of her sex was wonderful and Lucas knew that there could never be enough. His whole head bore down on her, forgetting his earlier caution as he squirmed closer for a more thorough tasting. 

One leg slipped over the top of his neck, clamping down on him and forcing his snout against her crotch, allowing his tongue to penetrate further into her sex.

The sudden shift did not disturb him, but the clamplike grip that suddenly formed on his cock did. Whining he tried to discover its origin but to no avail. Sarah's thighs held him firmly in place. When the grip began to slip up his shaft and then back down again, he knew that it did not matter.

"Nasty doggy," she whispered as his tongue delved deeper into her cove. Eagerly the long muscle flexed and turned within her, coating itself in her juices as she stroked his shaft in a rhythmic pace.

"What are you doing to me," she gasped, "you're fucking nasty!" Lucas' ears devoured her raunchy phrases as much as his tongue sought to devour her snatch. Over and over she pumped him, swearing at herself for her slutty behavior, and at him for his perversion. Lucas laughed at the irony, at how his secret made this so much more illicit. 

The taste buds on his tongue scraped across her inner folds, cleaning them of their juices, only to find them renewed when it returned. As fas as he could drink up her wetness, she was more than equal to him. Her arousal had grown to such heights that her hips trembled against his mouth, and her sex dripped its output to the bed below. 

She also seemed careless or unaware of all the protocols that would have condemned her. Instead, as his tongue fervor grew, so did her caress on his shaft. She was pumping him furiously, her hand working up and down the long slender meat that she had awoken too. Lucas' animal instincts drove him to lunge forward and back as best he could in her hands. Over and over his dick would slide through the young woman's palms, driving as hard as it could. 




It's a Were World Ch. 05



Sarah was losing her own awareness of her actions. All she could think about was the deliciousness of the sensation of his tongue within her. Her cries grew louder and the last vestiges of sleep had disappeared. Wide awake, and terribly aroused she pumped her cunt across the dog's snout. Lucas had no problem accepting this type of usage. In agreement, he nuzzled in tighter, pushing the tip of his cold nostrils against her clit while his tongue buried ever deeper within her.

He would have barked out loud had his mouth been free to do so, when a sudden rush of hot air encircled the tip of his cock and he felt it disappear into her throat. Sarah, long tempted by the shaft before her, was desperate to experience his taste. Skillfully she had bent the cock away form his belly and taken it into her mouth. Suddenly, the rapid fire humping of Lucas was not in vain. The girl found herself taking the whole length of the wolf's cock into her throat. She gagged several times before she found a rhythm to his panicked hammering, and managed to stabilize her breathing with his thrusts. 

Lucas was mad with delirium. The animal demanded that he eat more of her cunt and his cock demanded more of her mouth. All he could do was attempt to satiate both needs simultaneously. It would not take long for either. 

Sarah's graphic dream had prepared her well, and the inhuman dexterity of Lucas' tongue proved to be a quick tool. Minutes after his tongue had first penetrated her, her body was carried into the realm of orgasmic numbness. The only thing she was conscious of was the heat and broad ranging spasms of her release. 

The wolf was not long to follow. Too many hours in front of the topless pair of women had made him ready for that moment. With a deep whine, his hips forced his cock deeper into her throat, just in time to release the first wave of his glue into her throat. 

His young lover would have squealed had she a moment break free, but the powerful thrust of Lucas' hips kept his hose firmly affixed to her throat's opening. Desperately she tried to swallow all of the material that spilled out of the cock's tip. Pump after pump of his semen flooded her throat, lubricating, filling, and choking. Nearly thirty seconds later the last shots of his seed would hit her mouth, and she would be trembling allowed to abandon her post on the wolf's shaft. 

"You'll have to be more careful boy," Sarah whispered secretively. "I don't know that I can handle that again." 

Lucas rolled back towards her, his long tongue slashing across her face in a friendly kiss.

They would fall asleep together, she giggling at her new little secret and he happily enjoying a moment to relax. 



It's a Were World Ch. 06



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The next morning followed a similar pathway to the night before. When Sarah woke to her alarm going off in the morning, she only had moments to clear her eyes before Lucas' wet snout was pushed firmly between her thighs and her voice was moaning its praises. She couldn't believe how talented the dog was. It seemed to have a very good understanding of her anatomy and seemed very intent on listening to the little motions and sounds that indicated her passion level.

Sarah was arched off the covers, panting heavily, with her hands full of the thick fur of her adopted pet, when she heard a gentle rap on the door.

"Sarah?" Another rap followed. "Sarah, you'll be late for school," came the voice as the door handle turned . 

Panicking the young woman flipped off the bed, leaving the large dog beneath the covers his tongue suddenly abandoned. Sarah's mom entered the room at the sound of the crash and saw her daughter climbing off the floor and the dog sitting happily atop her pillows, his tongue lolling from his mouth. 

"What on earth," she muttered. Sarah's face was flushed and sweating, her hair a mess. 

"Sorry, Mom. Turned off the alarm and the dog jumped on the bed when you knocked and I fell!" 

Sarah grabbed a pair of jeans and t-shirt and darted past her mother to the bathroom without further explanation. 

Sandra stared suspiciously at the dog and around the room. She had never seen her daughter so flustered and seeming so eager to provide an excuse. A pair of panties dangling from the bed sheets told her that maybe something else had been going on. And there was definitely a distinct scent of sex in the air. And all the while, that strange dog just stared at her, a Cheshire cat grin on his canine features. Something was definitely up.

Lucas stayed mostly beneath the covers, not wanting to give away the heavy erection hanging beneath him, but he was more than willing to stare happily at the press of Sandra's breasts against the thin encasement of an over-sized t-shirt that was apparently her pajamas. His sharp eyes also told him that her panties were probably in absentia. The young werewolf found his mouth watering at the thought.

Sarah's mother entered the room and picked the panties off the bed, all the while maintaining eye contact with the large dog. She quickly lifted them to her face, and gave them a quick sniff. Although a little scent of her daughter's sexual excitement remained, it was the obvious presence of cum that startled her. It only took her a moment to clue in to why the dog looked so happily at her. With a snarl she wheeled from the room. 

Lucas waited on the bed until Sarah returned, now fully dressed for the day. She had been surprisingly quick getting dressed and finishing her hair. The few times he had come over to drive the eighteen year old to high school had resulted in long waits. But her mom startling her had obviously led to a bit of a fast forward. 

Just before she ran out the door she grabbed him by his two long ears and planted a kiss on his nose. "See you tonight, lover," she giggled before she raced down the stairs and out the door. Lucas felt his cock throb beneath the sheets at the thought of being trapped alone with Sandra all day. 

Once the door slammed downstairs, Lucas' sharp ears picked up on the sound of Sandra's feet tapping down the stairs after her and to the garage. A few moments later, the woman reappeared in the doorway to Sarah's room, a rope in tow. Lucas got a very bad feeling about that rope. 

The woman knelt on the floor carefully and tugged her t-shirt lower on her thighs and whistled gently for him, attempting to get him off the bed. Lucas understood that he probably had little choice in the matter unless he really wanted to get himself in trouble. Gingerly, he slipped from beneath the covers and dropped to the floor. He could feel his erection swinging painfully beneath him. 

He heard Sandra hiss angrily at the sight of the massive red shaft. 

"I don't know what on earth she was up to, but it is not happening again," Sandra angrily whispered. Lucas realized she must have a decent grasp of what occurred and knew that it bode ill for him. 

Once he was within range of her, she slipped the rope around his neck and began to work on tying it into a secure not. The action forced her up on her knees, causing his head to be pushed into her chest and her thighs to be bared. Lucas felt the urge to get a taste as his human mind related to his animal mind the deliciousness of those appendages and what lay between them just out of sight. 

"You are not going to pervert my daughter. We're going to take you down to the pound right now and get your balls cut off and leave you up for adoption or to be put down. If she asks, I'll just tell her you ran away when I let you out to pee." 

Sandra's voice was filled with venom and Lucas knew she wouldn't settle for less. As he felt the rope cinch into place around his neck he knew he had to come up with something. But what! While his mind raced for answers or solutions to his problem, Sandra hauled him down to her bedroom and tied the long rope to one of the posts on her bed. Obviously quite satisfied with herself she flipped her t-shirt over her head and gave him a little curtsy as she entered the master bath.

For twenty minutes Lucas whimpered to himself as he failed to discover any immediate solutions to his problems. Sandra's happy humming filled his mind from where she stood in the shower. Slowly, his horniness won out over his need to find an answer and he carefully padded to the open bathroom door. 

For several minutes, he watched as his teenage girlfriend's mother bathed herself. It was very much a sight to be hold. As he had already been privy to, she was in fantastic shape and her maturity had added a little size and weight to her ass and tits. Which did nothing to dissuade his erection from becoming even more painfully hard. God, he needed to fuck something, he growled. 

Sandra turned off the shower and quickly rang her hair a few times to eliminate any excess water. Satisfied, she stepped naked and pink from the shower enclosure and bound a towel in her hair. In the relaxation of her daily ritual she had forgotten about the unpleasantness with the dog. With her first step back into the bathroom, it came crashing back into her literally.

Lucas had moved quickly to his original position by the bedroom door when he saw Sandra drawing to a close her shower. When she stepped naked into the room he was distracted for a moment. But not long enough to miss her feet falling into two large rope loops formed by his travels in the bedroom. A sudden flash of inspiration from an old Bugs Bunny cartoon sent him springing away and down the hall way, no clue if his little comical trap would work.

When he heard a loud crash in the other room, he knew that it at least partially had. The sight of Sandra sprawled naked across the floor, rubbing a bump on the top of her head in a daze told him that he did. Lucas sprung back to her, his mouth picking up a tangle of loose rope as he went. In a few short feet most of the extra strands were hanging from his jaws and Sandra was still no closer to understanding her predicament. 

With a completely un-canine intelligence, Lucas dropped several more loops around her feet and then inserted his large body between her calves and heels and darted away once more. By now Sandra's head had cleared and she found her feet securely bound with the only way out being by way of a large snarling dog who seemed all to aware of what she had told him earlier. 

The young wolf felt an upwelling of anger at his mistreatment and the intentions of his girlfriend's mother. He let out snarl after snarl and slowly closed the space between he and she. 

Sandra curled into a ball, pulling her legs tight up against her chest. She had never been so scared or surprised.

Sandra's fearful withdrawal clued Lucas in on two more things. One, her feet were firmly bound to his neck and her movement had pulled tight the rope around him and that she was naked. Her bare ass was partially visible and the deep shadowed V of her thighs meeting only brought to mind his earlier thoughts. Once more he gathered the rope in his teeth and yanked. 

Lucas' muscular body yanked Sarah's mother away from the wall. She shrieked as the wolf yanked her closer and closer. Her own fingers dug into the rope and she attempted to tug back, but because of her awkward binding her legs were useless and she was no match for the furry ball of muscle. 

Once Sandra was in the center of the open space at the foot of her bed, Lucas closed in. Sandra only had a brief second to attempt to scoot away, but a snap of Lucas' jaws froze her in place. Lucas roughly pushed his head beneath her feet and flipped her unceremoniously up on her back, her legs suddenly up in the air.

Sandra was very caught off guard by the maneuver. It was far too intelligent for a simple dog. But she was even more startled by the next action. 

As he had done with her daughter, Lucas buried his nose straight in her bare snatch. The sudden shock of the cold wet canine snout caused Sandra to yelp, but the follow up lick caused her to squeal. Once more she tried to shift away from the dog, but with her legs up in the air and bound to his neck, she could only move inches and his long tongue never lost contact. 

Sandra was revolted watching the large head of the dog eagerly digging its tongue into her crotch. She felt more certain than ever that this dog needed to be put down. But what her mind refused to admit was that her body was experiencing the exact opposite. 

It had been a long time since the older woman had received anything other than manual attention. She a good variety of plastic lovers in the nightstand beside her bed, but the deft skill of the long penetrating oral appendage was on a whole different level. 

The warm spittle from his jaws was lubricating the tongue's entrance into her snatch, allowing it to dig deeply into her. Sarah had only experienced a portion of its size and dexterity, but the positioning of her mother allowed Lucas much better access to her cunt and his tongue was now easily four or five inches within her. His jaws were partially open, his top teeth crazing over a small trimmed patch of hair and his lower teeth a gentle reminder on her backside that he was in charge. 

"No! No! Bad dog! Bad dog," Sandra screamed as the perverse creature sloppily delved its tongue deeper into her channel. She swatted at the top of his head angrily but a guttural growl and a bit of pressure from his jaws quickly ceased the hits. "Get away from me you nasty fucker! Get! Get!" 

Lucas almost wanted to laugh as he listened her voice grow hoarse with the vain attempts to dislodge him. He was firmly in control and was going to have his fill at least. Deeper and deeper he drove his tongue, until his jaws ached from the distance they were opened. 

Sandra had fallen silent now, whimpering to herself in some surrender to her own helplessness in the situation. She received a momentary flash of hope when his long tongue beat a hasty withdrawal from her quivering cunt, but was only rewarded with flashes from her clit as the rough muscle repeated slathered over it. She became uncompromisingly aware of just how wet she was, and just how much her body was turned on. 

"Noooo," she groaned, as Lucas slathered her erect nub with attention. Over and over the tongue beat across her sensitive outer lips and pleasure centers. She could feel herself on the brink of orgasm, extraordinarily close to experiencing one with a warm bodied partner for the first time since her husband had left her so many years ago. 

The young man and the amazing sensitivity his new body possessed correctly read and processed how close she was. Which was exactly why the tongue abandoned its post above her clit and suddenly chose to lather the sensitive inner skin of her thighs. 

When Sandra squeaked in shocked surprise, Lucas knew he was on the right path. The skin of her thighs was soon bathed in the glistening mess of his saliva as his tongue moved higher and then lower once more. By prolonging her experience, he hoped to force her to have the same sexual surrender that her daughter had only hours before. But he needed a more complete and total victory than what Sarah had offered. 

His tongue traveled lower and he felt Sandra relax once more to the floor. But he only honored the leaking lips of her pussy with a few licks before his tongue moved lower to the soft flesh of her ass. There his tongue went to work once more darting from one cheek to another until he felt Sandra attempt to raise her legs higher over his head. If it was subconscious or intentional, it did not matter. The fit stretch of her lower back and thighs raised her trim buttocks from the floor and allowed his tongue to slip between them. There it found the tight pucker of her asshole and there it got the strongest response from Sarah's mother.

"Oh fuck," he heard her whisper in surprised disbelief as his tongue rimmed the outer edge of the muscular ring. Sandra had never had this done to her before and the alternating strokes between the edges of her hole and the sensitive expanse of skin between her pussy and it. 

Sandra found herself squirming on the tongue, the last of her inhibitions slipping away as the focused bathing of her backside kept her lingering on the cusp of an explosive orgasm. Again and again she found herself praying for some sort of release, some sort of ending to the humiliation, but with little luck. The dog seemed intent to let her die in the agonizing rapture of her lust. 

But Lucas' last trick was hanging beneath him and he was about ready to spring it. The last twenty minutes of vigorous oral attention had simply prepped the attractive mother for what was coming.

With her legs still above his tensed shoulders, Lucas pushed his head forward between her creamy thighs until it was firmly caught. Then he rolled to his right, with a forceful lunge. Sandra had been trying to catch her breath when the large dog had finally moved away from her cunt and asshole. The move caught her off guard and she struggled to move away from him, shifting her weight from her side, to her knees. With her hands still free she pushed herself partially off the floor.

Lucas had expected some sort of escape instinct to take over the moment he gave her body a break from the thorough tongue lashing it had been undergoing. When his instinct proved correct and she tried to lurch to her feet, ass high in the air, he pounced. 

The heavily muscled body of the young shapeshifter forced Sandra onto her knees as his strong forelegs wrapped tightly beneath her rib cage and his rear legs waddled forward.

Sandra's eyes went wide when she felt the brush of the large cock against the back of her thighs. 

"No, no, no," she screamed uselessly as she tried to scramble once more from beneath the dog. But her feet were still bound together and her thin body could do little to counter the weight of the large wolf. 

The werewolf used the grip of its paws around her waist to help position his hindquarters. He began to pant eagerly, his tongue flipping droplets of sex scented saliva across Sandra's back. Almost there, he thought to himself happily. 

When he felt his cock began to center between the soft rounding of her thighs, his bestial instinct took over and the rapid fire thrust of his hips speared the long saber like cock at her derrière. Sandra squealed senselessly as she felt the raging thrust of the hard on miss its mark and nearly find its way into her asshole. 

But neither had long to wait. At the rate of Lucas' hard, randomized thrusting, he was bound to find his mark. And the fully flowered lips of her soaking cunt proved the perfect destination.

For the first time since Lucas experienced his transformation, he experienced the insane lust of mating as an animal. Never before had he experienced a more base and primal need fulfilled. 

With a throaty howl, Lucas scrambled farther forward, his hips never stopping their rampant thrusting. Sandra found herself speared on a long burning piece of wolf flesh and her mouth went wide as her cunt exploded with pleasure. 

She had been filled with lust before, bordering on accepting and even encouraging her animal lover, but once he was inside her, she could do nothing more than scream her approval and push back on his invading member. No man, no toy, no finger had ever so completely fucked her and Lucas' eagerness unlocked the more primal side that often idles just beneath the surface in all humanity.

"Fuck me you evil bastard," she shouted. "Oh fuck me, uhhh, fuuhhhck meeee!"

Lucas barely registered the words pouring from his new mate's mouth. All he could think of was the tight grip of her pussy around his long shaft. The sewing machine like pace of his hips and hindquarters made sure that he was only momentarily without its pulsing encasement. 

Sandra's breasts hung low beneath her, swinging freely back and forth to the rhythm of her partner's energetic fucking. Her pussy felt like it was being penetrated by a steel rod, and she loved it. Her body rejoiced in the sudden remembrance of this type of activity and long pent up hungers flooded her mind and pleasure centers. Even the hard tips of Lucas' nails clinging to her thighs did not dissuade her. The pain of their scratches jumbled in her mind with the extreme pleasure of her sex with Lucas.

The room filled with the scents and sounds of urgent, animalistic rutting. Sandra had finally reached her peak, early when Lucas had taken her. Now, she was unable to come down, his eager penetration of her dripping cunt keeping her orgasmic experience going. 

But Lucas himself was nearing his own peak, but his subconscious canine instinct told him he hadn't quite completed what he needed to. The lycanthrope tightened its legs grip on her waist and scooted its rear feet even closer until his back was painfully arched.

Sandra was not aware of the large knot that had swelled at the base of his cock, so lost was she. But with each bump against the glistening folds of her entrance, Lucas became more and more convinced that it needed to be inside of her. With several more successful lunges, the baseball sized structure forced its way in.

Sarah's mother nearly passed out at the sudden filling of her cunt and at the near impossibility of her body's accommodation of it. 

"Ah, ah, ah," she gasped as she tried to squirm away from its intrusion. To her chagrin, she found herself tied to Lucas.

The sensation of her squirming and pulling on his cock and knot sent Lucas over the edge and soon both partners felt the torrent of his cum filling her pussy in a misguided attempt to fertilize her womb. Exhausted Sandra's head collapsed to the floor. The surface felt so much cooler then the fire burning in her body that it refreshed her.

Every little movement still sent pulses of pleasure up her spine and she intentionally allowed herself periodic twists of her hips just to ensure that they continued to come. As she lay beneath her newfound lover, she knew that was not going to part easily with him. Not to mention that her initial reaction to his presence in her daughter's bedroom seemed very hypocritical. Especially because she wanted him in hers.

Lucas had managed to save himself from one problem, he knew. He had turned Sandra into his bitch both literally and figuratively. He just wasn't sure where to go from here. He was no closer to finding his mother or sister and he had a strong suspicion that getting a break from the two women would be difficult if their desires for him proved to be repetitive. 




It's a Were World Ch. 06



Luckily for the young werewolf, his mother was much more committed to the hunt than he. When she woke from her restless sleep, she found herself naked and in human form. The night's sleep had done wonders for her energy and the soothing of her mind. When one became trapped in a feral form, their instincts and reasoning abilities as humans often faded. Many of the tales of wild ape men or communes of primitive beast people were based on shape shifters that had forgotten this danger.

But Erin, Lucas' mother, had reflexively reverted to her human form out of pure exhaustion. This enabled her to think clearly for the first time in a while. She knew that Lucas was gone and she knew that Damon and his henchmen did not have him at least when she had fled. That meant that she had little time to get to her son. Her one advantage was knowing her son better than any of them. 

Her mind quickly rummaged through any possible hiding places where her son may have fled. The first that came to mind was Sarah's place. But Erin's memory of the girl's face when she fled after Lucas' rough fucking told her it would be unlikely he would be there. The other option was the police. But that too was unlikely considering the amount of money and the dirt that Marcus had accumulated on nearly every officer. So where could he be?

Erin's mind raced with possibilities, each seeming more foolish than the last. Frustrated, she allowed her body and mind to settle, focusing on bringing out her inner wolf. Slowly, her long lean body shrunk until it was the beautiful husky that had perplexed Lucas before his first willed change.

She rummaged momentarily at her feet, something nagging at her mind and senses. With a gentle gust of the wind and a sharp intake of breath she was off. A subtle scent of Lucas' sweat had caught her nose. She raced down the ravine, following the same path that her son had taken jogging the day before. Her feet had healed somewhat during the night, but some of the remaining scabs were quickly stripped once more. Erin found herself wincing, despite the partial healing- being more conscientious of her humanity also caused her to become more aware of her pain. 

Within a mile, she was limping gingerly along the ravine, leaving bloody footprints in her wake. She hoped that the random pattern of water flow and a good day of rain would help to hide the tracks. Right now the best she could hope for was getting to Lucas' grove of trees. Ever since they had lived in the now destroyed house, this had been Lucas' spot to go if he needed time to think, or just a few moments alone. 

Erin prayed silently for her children as she finally spotted the large trees that grew proudly beside the small ravine. She had made it. 



It's a Were World Ch. 07



Athena woke feeling much better than she had in the last twenty four hours. Some of the vicious bruises, lacerations, and fractures were healing. That healing had allowed her unconscious mind to rest. Now she began to puzzle where she could go from here. Lucas and her mother were not in a great situation and wouldn't be of immediate assistance she was certain. That meant that her rescue would likely fall to herself. Marcus had been less intelligent than Damon and she was certain that he would be watching for more of her tricks. As she tried to formulate avenues of escape, her planning was interrupted by a blur of activity that started with the loud clanging of her cell door.

With the cold metal choker still affixed to her neck and her arms tied high above her, she could not get a great picture of who it was that was entering. The noise of whomever was with them told her she would not be alone in her cell.

"Get off me! Get off me! Get your dirty hands off me you assholes," a young feminine voice shrieked.

Two of Damon's larger henchmen were dragging her unceremoniously into the chamber. The girl was thrashing madly, legs kicking and flailing in their direction. Neither seemed to care. Athena watched as they chained her to the wall and then left. All of the girl's efforts were in vain. As the door closed, the room was once more plunged into near darkness. 

In the quiet of the cell, Athena heard the girl began to softly cry and she felt pity for her. Her senses told her that the girl was a simple human and was woefully unprepared for the strength of weres. 

"Shhh," she hushed, "You don't want to cry here. It will only invite more trouble. Damon likes seeing us suffer."

Between weak sobs, the girl responded.

"Who's Damon?" Her soft voice was filled with fear and pain. 

"Damon owns this place and is in charge of pretty much everyone you'll meet."

"Why does he want us," the girl asked, assuming that Athena was in a situation similar to her own.

"I don't know why he wants you. He and I have a bit of a disagreement on some things," Athena corrected. Her sharp eyes allowed her to examine the girl in the darkness and only her color vision suffered. She could see that the girl was indeed as young as she sounded. She was in a short plaid skirt and white blouse and her hair was a tangled mess.

"Do you have any idea why you'd be brought here," Athena pushed. She might be able to learn something to her advantage from the woman. 

"No. I got home from school and let Fifi out to do her business. This big huge dog jumped the fence and bit her. When I ran after him and tried to get her free, those two men grabbed me and drug me into the woods. Now I'm here."

That seemed unusual. The wolves very rarely randomly kidnapped people. It drew too much attention.

"What's your name?"

"Karen. Karen Miles."

The name didn't ring any bells and Athena was certain that she had never heard the name before. She was pretty and Damon may have been planning on adding to the harem of human women that Marcus had kept imprisoned. 

"How old are you Karen," she asked.

"Eighteen. I'm a senior," the young woman replied.

"Well, just hang tight. There's not much we can do here. My name is Athena, and I'll do what I can to help you. Just remember to always listen to me. If I say something, you have to do it." 

Athena kept the discussion going, delving for more information while trying to calm and distract the young woman who had no idea of what she was in for. She had just gotten an interesting tidbit about the girl's father when the cell door was pushed open. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw one of the pack bitches enter. 

"Hello, Jill," Athena snarled. The woman had always been power hungry, but was never high on any of the pack leaders' lists. She was too stupid and her nose was just a bit too masculine. 

"Hello, Athena. Damon asked me to come and see you. Right after he fucked my ass," Jill retorted. Helpfully, she swiveled her naked hips and displayed several long scratch marks across her buttocks.

"You could fit a train in your ass."

"Wouldn't you like to know?" Jill grinned snidely down at her before glancing at Karen. "Sorry to not introduce myself before we make personal. I'm Jill. You're Bitch One. Athena, you can be Bitch Two."

"That the best you could come up with," Athena snapped. 

Jill paced back to Athena's side of the cell and gave her a vicious slap. Across the room, Karen winced at the violence. But she wasn't done there. Grabbing Athena's hair, Jill turned and pushed her naked ass into her face. Aggressively she rubbed her soiled bottom on the younger woman's face. 

"Bitch," she spat as she finally pulled away. Athena was left with a fair amount of Damon's cum on her face. Apparently the girl hadn't been lying.

"I'm not down here for a visit, though. Damon wanted me to make sure you had the proper outfits for tomorrow night's soirée." 

"Damon's throwing a party?"

"Yes, I was hoping you wouldn't be invited, but Damon seems to have big plans for you." Jill seemed happy, and Athena knew that was bad news for her. 

"What's the party for," Athena pressed, trying to ignore the cum drying on her lips and nose.

"I don't know. No one does. Damon says its big for the pack. It'll revolutionize the way we live." 

Athena liked the sound of that even less.

"You and the girl there get to help out," Jill went further. 

Athena glanced across at Karen, who seemed to be stunned silent by the naked lady before her. When neither of them bothered offering a reply, Jill continued.

"Alright, enough chit chat. You're first, Athena." 

The younger woman watched helplessly as Jill arranged some sort of metal harness around her waist. Gradually its function dawned on her. Jill had pushed it beneath her bare backside first. Her hands reached around fully behind her and Athena felt a sudden jab of pressure against her asshole. Her back arched up as much as possible, but Jill was insistent and soon she felt something long and thick pop into her back door. 

"Fuck," Athena grimaced as her body struggled to accommodate the size of the penetration. "What the hell are you up to," she groaned.

Jill just smiled and pulled the straps forward between Athena's legs. Athena watched as the harness was hooked around her waist. A metal ring centered just beneath her vulva and she felt Jill's fingers test her sex. When they withdrew, Jill affixed a small round sphere to the ring. On contact, the ball began to very softly buzz. Athena realized she would be in for a long day, night, week, if that continued. 

"Now, you're turn," Jill said, leaving Athena to puzzle the stimulation she was receiving. 

The girl looked panicked, having seen what had occurred to her fellow prisoner. 

"Please, no! I'm a virgin. Please don't make me wear that thing," she begged helplessly as Jill pulled her skirt upwards. The girl's panties were tugged down unceremoniously and Jill began the motions of attaching the harness to her body. First it was placed behind her and then Jill reached between her shivering thighs to guide the anal plug into her ass. The girl's ring was much tighter and unaccustomed to such intrusions. Jill had to visibly exert her forearms and biceps to get it in. When it finally found its way past the muscular barrier, Karen let out a horrendous scream and began to sob uncontrollably. Jill looked put off by the display of weakness and quickly finished the job.

After giving Athena a cheery wave, she disappeared out of the cell. 

Athena was squirming on the long intruder in her ass, and was trying to maintain her focus as the sphere buzzed against her clitoris. Karen's sobs were high and the girl's breathing indicated that she was risking hyperventilation.

"Shhh," she hushed. "You have to calm down. I know it hurts and it will for a while. But you have to calm down. We'll figure a way out of this, I promise," she continued.

"It huurrrttssss," Karen's small voice cried as she tried to squirm away from the wall. The solid rock was an unforgiving surface and caused the plug to press deeply into her previously untouched hole. "What the hell are they doing to us," she moaned.

"I don't know. I just hope we don't find out," Athena grimaced as she felt the first flourishes of desire within her body. 

Lucas was not faring any better in terms of reuniting with his sister and mother. He was however, finding Sandra to be a devoted convert to his cause. 

Sarah's mother had disentangled herself from his hairy limbs and the constricting rope as soon as his knot had faded. She had planted a very solid kiss on his wet nose before retreating back into the bathroom that had first exposed her to his opportunistic maneuver. Lucas had taken a great deal of pride in the way that her pussy lips remained distended and swollen outside of her mound. Not to mention the significant amount of leakage that was now free to pour down her thighs. 

Sandra may have been a bit dazed from her experience because she allowed the large wolf to follow her into the bathroom. She gave him a few knowing glances as she watched his eyes study her naked form, noting how his nostrils flared with each inhalation. There was something about the way the canine was intoxicated with her that she found thrilling. Even now, his member limply retreated to within its sheath, he was still waiting for the next opportunity to take her.

The woman climbed into the shower and had washed the scents of their rutting from her body. Everything had seemed to slowly return to a more balanced normalcy when she decided that her tender sex needed a more thorough scrubbing. Rather than use a wash cloth, she had turned to her pulsating shower head for that cleansing. 

After several focused blasts, she found that her desire had really gone no where, and that Lucas had only opened an untapped torrent of longing. When the dog remained at the glass door of her shower enclosure and she felt her arousal roaring back to life, she found some excitement in his unwavering stare. 

Lucas watched slightly amused as Sandra bent over, pushing her ass against the slowly fogging glass panel. He felt his mouth watering as her hand slipped between the door and her backside, and found its way into her enticing cunt. He found his cock was just as amused, and was emerging from its sheath after only five minutes of recovery. Very quickly, the steam of the shower began to fill the room with the refreshing scents of her masturbation. Frustrated, the young male werewolf pawed at the glass door, a low growl in his throat.

"Oh, does the dirty dog want some more pussy," Sandra taunted. "Poor doggy wants more of my pussy."

Lucas thought momentarily about shifting and taking it, but decided it would be somewhat counter productive. So he continued to beg in that distinctly canine way. Occasionally he would leap up against the door, his front paws clattering across the smooth surface as he arched his cock forward. The long tip often brushed against the warming pane, leaving a smear of his preparatory lubrication on it. 

"Do you want some more of my cunt," the older woman continued, gasping between each word as she fingered herself. 

Her nimble fingers were skilled in the knowledge of her desires, but the recent pounding left her somewhat dissatisfied by their lack of size and enthusiasm. She found that the wanton bestial display by the dog as it rub itself against her glass was having as much an affect on her as her masturbation was on it. Finally surrendering that her climax would be more satisfying if it came from her new pet, she turned the hot water off. 

Lucas leapt for joy and backed away from the door as she pushed against its surface. He couldn't believe how easily these women were dropping their societal standards and norms for what they perceived as a large wolf-like dog. Such dirty horny whores, he critiqued happily.

Sandra didn't bother to towel off when she closed the shower door. She just knelt calmly on the her bath mat and waited for the inevitable. Lucas' long hair quickly tickled over her back and she felt his weight settle in over her hips. Once more his long front paws wrapped firmly around her waist, trapping her against him. 

"Fuck me," she begged of her new stud. "Fuck your bitch."

Lucas' first lunge was already underway, and his well prepared target area didn't need a second. His long sabrelike member thrust deep into her juicy canal. Her felt the slightly tapered head bump against the back of her cunt and realized that his knot was already pushing against her wide open cunt. That would come later, the werewolf knew, and he began to ruthlessly hammer against her pussy.

Again, Sandra was forced to collapse onto her fore arms to ensure that she was not drive forward by the force of her lover's thrusting. Her head stared down her naked body, between her tits, to the sight of the two rear paws surrounding her legs and the hairy pair of testicles that were slapping against her thighs.

"I'm such a slut," she gasped aloud, watching as his claws dug into the soft paleness of her waist. The huge red globe was beginning to swell at the base of his cock, and she knew that soon her pussy would be forced to accommodate it again. The mother had a mental image of her young daughter knelt beneath the same slathering monster, with the ball pushing into her smaller cunt. It made her tingle with a surprised taboo desire. She squealed as her clit was repeatedly thumped by the growing lump at the base of his shaft. 

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," she yelled as the massive cock probed her at an impossible pace, stretching her pussy to its limits. The image of Sarah beneath the big wolf surrendering her body and desire, made her cry out in her first orgasm. She felt horribly dirty. But so fucking alive, she reminded as more cock filled her. 

Lucas sensed the familiar pulsating grips on his heavily veined shaft as his girlfriend's mother came. With a momentary clutching of the muscles around his sack, he knew it was time to push the knot into her. It was time again to make Sandra his bitch and to pour his seed within her. A loud growl escaped his jaws as he drove his cock forward with a heavier emphasis, feeling warmth and wetness slowly surrounding the wide formation at his base. Then with a satisfying pop, her felt the tightness of her entrance grip down behind it, and once more she was his.

Sandra came again, squirming and writhing on the baseball that now stuck her to his huge member. It had all the same satisfaction of a good meal after starving for a long time, but a million times the energy and excitement. He felt like a burning rod of steel inside her and she could feel the constant flow of his cum against her cervix. Some twisted fantasy of hers wished that she really was his bitch and that he would impregnate her with it. She felt his strong muscular body trembling over her as he came, and she smiled, knowing that she had made her stud explode. 

The two remained tied that way for another fifteen minutes before they parted. Sandra rolled over underneath the wolf and pulled his warm furred body down to hers in a loving hug. Lucas graced her with several licks across her lips and neck, letting her know that the gesture was understood and appreciated. When her post coital longing was somewhat settled, she ushered him from the room, knowing that his cock would be too great a sensation if her showering had a similar affect as before. 

As she soaped the shampoo for the third time into her hair, she flashed back to her moments of fantasy where she wondered at her daughter's involvement with the canine. Did she fuck him the same way that Sarah did? Could her little girl fit such a massive thing inside her? How did it compare to her young life experiences? Was the dog as amazing, or was it Sandra's own inability to find a suitable partner that made his performance so exceptional?

Lucas had none of those questions and once the bathroom door was closed behind him, he shifted into human form. Somehow, he felt more capable to think in this shape. He rose from the floor and stretched his muscular body in the mirror of her dresser. He laughed quietly as he wondered what Sarah or Sandra would do if they discovered that they weren't having sex with a dog, but with their supposed-to-be dead boyfriend who happened to be a werewolf. Such a strange world, he surmised. He wanted to fuck Sarah badly, and figured that the opportunity was coming. He hoped she was as willing to take his knot within her. There was something about being completely stuck, about being bound only by their sexes that made the experience entirely individual. Later, he promised himself. 

Still naked the young man paced from the bedroom and downstairs. He flipped on the television and muted the sound. He scanned the news channels, hoping for more information his mother and sister, but apparently their house fire and disappearance was already forgotten. Too much bad news going on in the world to give any thought to three missing people in a small suburb. His sharp ears picked up the stilling of water in the pipes, and reluctantly, he willed another shift. Feeling his bones condense and shrink, his arms and skin tightening around his bones and new musculature, he growled dejectedly. He wanted to look for his mother and sister, and wasn't sure when he could break free from his own desires, and those of his new bitches.

Less then twenty miles away, Athena and Karen were squirming on the wall and floor of their cell. Athena, who was more accustomed to having her asshole used, had quickly moved beyond the discomfort of the insertion and was having a difficult time hiding her desire for more. Karen, younger in experience, was still whimpering every time she was forced to shift or settle her weight on her bottom. But the whimpering had taken on a distinctly more guttural tone and Athena knew that the steady humming of the vibrator against her clit was having its desired effect. Feeling the need to engage her thoughts in something other than her longing, Athena tried to get the girl to talk. 

"You said you're eighteen," she repeated. "What school do you go to?"

"St. Agatha's," the simmering youth replied weakly. 

Athena knew it was an expensive private school. Her father must be wealthy.

"And you said your dad was a geneticist?"

Athena watched as the cute virgin attempted to clear her slowly clouding thoughts. 

"Yes. Works for Biodrome. Leads their experimental hybridization department," she offered.

"That sounds interesting. What's that mean?"

"He, ohhh, looks for benefits to specific, umm, to specific species. Then tries to combine them with another."

Athena could smell the girl's arousal in the room around her. The scent was getting so strong, she could almost taste it. She wondered if Karen had masturbated often, or had any sexual experiences prior to this one. It was a distraction from her father's career. The genetics of lycanthropy had been a mystery to the small number of packs around the world. Some had attempted to research their origins and individual characteristics, but there were too many risks associated with experimenting and documenting their discoveries. As a result, even among their communities, werewolves were fairly naive about how it was that they existed.

Marcus had tentatively sought further help in the area, but the three doctors and four scientists he had recruited proved to be liabilities and had died 'mysteriously'. Damon would have been aware, if not responsible for those events. Knowing how ambitious the younger male had already proved himself to be, she would not put holding a hostage beyond him.

"Do you know if your father has worked with a man named Damon before," she asked.

"Uhhhhh, no," Karen cautiously groaned. She was growing afraid of the buzzing sensation that filled her body and mind. She could feel her wetness and knew from her tentative self-exploration that the gradually rising temperature within her would prove undeniable. She was glad that the other woman was talking to her. It was the only way she managed to keep her mind from focusing on her arousal, and the significant size of the object in her ass.




It's a Were World Ch. 07



"Did your father work with plants, animals, humans?" 

"Most of his research, ohhh God," Karen gasped when the buzzing ring settled against the hard floor, "was, umm, on domesticaaaated animals." 

Athena's sharp eyes watched as the woman squirmed on her harness, the constant stimulation proving too much to bear. There was something intense about the helplessness, about the innocence, about the surrender to the inevitable. 

The girl was inhaling sharply with nearly every breath. She was bordering on hyperventilating. Athena had found that her arousal had plateaued at a lower level, the constant buzz neither enough to bring her to orgasm, or to release her from the potential of one. She hoped that Karen would find herself freed from a similar burden. There was nothing worse than such prolonged agony. 

If her father was involved with domesticated animals, that would invariably mean mostly mammals, and canines would not be far down the list. Perhaps Karen was not just a random selection for Damon's harem. The fact that they had manipulated her with a threat to her dog seemed to indicate it was a planned occurrence. Athena was fairly certain that the girl's father was a target in this.

Athena would never admit it, but Damon was proving to be a formidable leader of the pack. She knew that often the male who was most skilled at deception, and most physically capable of fending off direct threats, led the packs. Marcus had been malicious, cruel, and psychotic. Any male who disrespected him, even insignificantly, was usually killed by his hench wolves. Any female would spend days being subjected to his limitless desires. Damon seemed to be more intelligent, an opportunistic hunter who recognized a chance or weakness. She just wondered how he intended to fit she and her cellmate into his plans. 

Lucas was left in relative peace as he napped in the living room. Apparently, more of his energy had been sapped in his repeated interactions with Sandra then he had known. A few times, he would raise his inquisitively from his paws as Sandra passed by. Usually she was staring at him, a slightly bemused smirk on her face. He wondered what she was thinking. Was she planning their next encounter? Was she remembering their previous ones? As he felt his cock hardening again beneath him, he wondered if there was a limit to his sex drive. Apparently, in wolf form, it was near boundless.

Sarah's return from school didn't help at all. 

The werewolf had almost been asleep when the sound of the front door clicking shut told him that she had returned. He caught sight of Sarah as she passed through the foyer and went up the stairs to her bedroom. He noted that she had changed into a small pair of running shorts and exercise gear. She came and settled beside him on the floor and ruffled the hair behind his ears. 

His powerful nose instantly detected her arousal and his head turned towards her crotch, confirming the deduction. Sarah ignored the gesture and allowed his head to settle in her lap, close to the source of the smell. Lucas was surprised to hear her heart racing, and wondered if he really had such a dramatic effect on her.

Sandra interrupted his thought process when she too entered and settled on the floor next to the two.

"I've had a bit of a change of heart with the dog," she informed her daughter. 

"Really," Sarah cautiously asked.

"Yes. I think having a pet is a good thing for us. And we've needed a guard dog."

Sarah nodded without saying anything, her eyes betraying her suspicion.

"We need to name him, though," Sandra continued. Lucas raised his head at the possibility of being adopted fully. "It should be a good one, considering he'll be the man of the house."

Lucas would have laughed if he could. The man of the house, indeed.

"So what should we name him," Sarah asked, slowly buying into her mother's change of heart. 

"He was Lucas' right. So why not just name him Lucas?" 

Lucas liked the idea of having his own name. Especially with the irony of it being true and they never being aware of it. He happily panted and perked up. 

"He seems to like it well enough," Sarah affirmed, her fingers scratching his scalp gently. 

Still smiling as best he could, Lucas rolled happily onto his back and curled his forelegs into his large chest. Both women's eyes immediately went to his large red member and he watched as they both blushed. He could sense both of their hearts speeding up as they struggled to appear naive to his member. Sandra gave him a pat on his ribs and pushed herself off the floor.

"I'm thinking about going out for a run," Sarah stated pleasantly. Sandra's eyes darted back to Lucas' still exposed member and she nodded her head carefully. Lucas wondered if she was jealous, nervous, or aroused. 

"I've got a rope that you could use as a leash," the older woman offered. "Let me go get it for you."

Sarah watched with bemused confusion as her mother ran upstairs to the master bedroom and returned several seconds later with a long rope in tow. 

"You keep rope in your bedroom," she teased.

"I had to tie him up earlier while I was in the shower," Sandra quickly replied. "He's very inquisitive."

Sarah giggled softly at that. Inquisitive was hardly the word. Lucas allowed himself to be tied with the rope and obediently followed Sarah from the house. 

"Where shall we run boy," Sarah asked as she stretched on the pavement. 

Lucas eyed the surroundings and decided that he should return to his ravine on the off chance that his mother or sister had escaped. They would know that he would go there, that it was his safe place. 

With a happy growl, he pulled her towards the trail at the back of the neighborhood. Laughing at the dog's urgency, Sarah followed. Together they bounded over grass and into the dried edges of the creek bed. Their pace was steady and exhilirating. Lucas remembered to stay just out in front of his 'master', far enough to maintain some tautness on the rope, but not so far that she would incidentally strangle him.

The exercise was welcome, and his canine body seemed more useful then ever. Without fear at his back, he found it easy to lope along the uneven terrain, his whole body stretching with each stride. For her part, Sarah managed to keep up. 

As he neared his small sanctuary, he began to pick up the scent of a female wolf. It was vaguely familiar, like somehow he had caught its smell before. Sure enough, as Sarah and he raced into the more densely wooded area, he spotted a beautiful gray female watching from the sides of the river bed. His mother!

Lucas gave her a surprised yip, both excited and startled by her silent presence. 

Hello, he called out to her. It's great to see you! Are you okay?! Where's Athena?

Sarah stood by and watched as the other dog descended from the higher bank on the side of the ravine. It must be the other of Lucas' mother's dogs. 

His mother was still silent. When she was close to him, she paced to his rear, her cold nostril dipping beneath his tail and sniff at his testicles.

Mom, he yelped as her nose touched his balls. 

Oh be quiet. You can't act too strange around humans, she informed him.

Mom, it's Sarah!

Doesn't matter. Humans can't know about us. So sniff me already. 

Growling lightly, his nose dipped around his mother's tail and he inhaled the intoxicating aroma of her sex. Instantly he felt his cock began to slip from within its sheath. He couldn't resist another whiff, and then he needed a taste. His tongue darted out and quickly tasted her.

Now who should be complaining, she teased with a gentle bark. 

Sarah had dropped beside the two, and given her sweaty and slightly aroused state, it didn't take much for her to pick up on Lucas' erection. 

"You want to fuck her, Lucas," she breathily asked, her voice dropping a notch. 

Lucas, his mother yelped at him again, her teeth nipping at his hindquarters. 

She came up with it on her own, he informed his mother, his nose sniffing again at her backside. You smell delicious.

His focus on his mother's sex was disrupted when he felt a distinctly human hand stroke his cock. His head swiveled around and he found that Sarah was reaching beneath him, petting his member. Her other hand was inside of her shorts, petting her own sex.

He glanced back at his mother and found that she seemed to be very amused by the events. Her long canine head was already at his rear, so she had a prime viewing spot as Sarah worked over his penis. Erin's head dipped momentarily to the young girl's cloth covered sex and inhaled a whiff of her scent. She was most certainly in heat.

Have you fucked her this way, she barked to Lucas.

No, just oral. But I fucked Sandra, he laughingly growled back. 

His mother's head seemed to shake with surprised amusement as Lucas' hips began to pump into Sarah's hands. Lucas' strong nose remained one of the more powerful communicators to his mind and although he could smell Sarah's arousal, his mother's scent was increasingly more appealing. He tried to resist the urge but her watchful gaze on Sarah and his cock seemed to fully involve her. Only a few more sharp intakes of air and he wanted another taste. 

Erin yelped when she felt her son's nose press more firmly to her sex. Her tail wagged across his eyes and ears, trying to distract him from his task. But if he was like all the males of the pack, once he had found a bitch in heat, he could think of little else. Sarah seemed too involved in her own masturbatory act to want to satiate him with anything other than her hand. Erin didn't have any of the compulsions about incestuous behavior that humans did. Canines had been successfully maintaining their species by inbreeding for centuries. Werewolves were no exception. And besides, Lucas seemed to be quite talented, if he was able to get two women to drop their bestial taboos so quickly. 

Lucas, finding his mother to be only slightly put off by his attentions, delved deeper. After coating his nose with the scent of her sex, his long tongue finally came rolling out of his mouth. With a repetitive snap of its tip, he began to devour her sex, eagerly licking over more and more of it. The flavor was as wonderful as the smell and his whole body felt electrified as he tried to get his tongue further into her small wolf cunt. He was so focused on eating out his mother, that he failed to hear Sarah speak.

"Oh, you nasty dog. You want to eat her pussy instead of mine? Why don't you just fuck her," she teased with a giggle. 

Lucas' mother watched as the young woman released her son's cock and then moved onto her knees. She grabbed Lucas by the rope and steered his body parallel to his mother's. The young man was more than confused and his head kept swiveling back to try and return to the deliciousness of his mother's pussy. When Sarah attempted to lift his heavy muscular forelegs over his mother's shoulders he understood what she was up to. Grinning happily, tail wagging in the air, he assisted. 

Lucas didn't know about his mother's opinion of this, and still felt some awkwardness in his mind about the act. But she was sexy as a human and he found her incredibly arousing now. If anything, he could just blame it on his newfound animalistic instincts. 

With his strong forelegs once more settling on either side of a hot to trot bitch, Lucas felt the innate drive to thrust. As he had experienced with his previous matings, that drive was helpful to a fault. It didn't help much in gaining entrance, as the rapidity simply speared him around her entrance. 

But Sarah was more then helpful.

"Calm down, calm down," she huskily whispered as her soft hand guided the angled tip of his cock into his mother's channel. 

The young were yipped happily as his dick plunged into his mother. That machine gun pace suddenly redeemed itself. Even Erin could do nothing but acknowledge with her trembling hindquarters that her son's voracious fucking was going to be outstanding. 

Sarah, satisfied with her handiwork, leaned back against the sloping edge of the ravine and scooted her shorts further down her thighs. This show deserved some extra attention to herself. 

Lucas' mind was wild with the sensations that assaulted him from every angle. The tight pulsations of his mother's narrow wolf channel, the interwoven scents of his human girlfriend and werewolf mother, the sight of his mother's head peeking out from beneath his body, and Sarah finger fucking herself nearby. 

Again and again, Erin excitedly braced herself for the powerful drive of her son's hindquarters. Her cunt felt like an overflowing hot tub- wet, sloshing, and quite humid. She could feel her son's knot beginning to push at her entrance and knew that soon he would have her completely, as his father before him had, and as the other pack alphas had. The thick rod unlocked some inner vault of desire, of happiness, and Erin recognized that Lucas was her alpha now. He would lead her, and he alone. As her body erupted into orgasmic relief, that thought was cemented firmly in her most base instincts. 

The young male also felt the sense of primal power that came with making a female his bitch. It brought out happiness, lust, and a sense of power. Feeling his mother's pussy clamp down just as his knot slipped into her soaking orifice, would send him over the edge. No one could touch his bitch, he declared with a loud howl. His hose of cock unleashed a flood into Erin's cunt, filling her with his semen. She was his.

The young human watched as the two wolves continued their mating, oblivious to the the fantastical nature of its occurrence. All the high school senior could think about was how easily she had become such a wanton freak- watching two animals breeding and helping them to do it, all whilst plugging her own cunt with her fingers. 

Little did she know that Lucas' eyes were now firmly set on her. The young were was determined to bring the human into his harem. He would add her to his collection of two, and would soon seek to overthrow the man who held his sister. Lucas firmly believed his rightful place was on top. 

Sarah finished herself off deftly, listening to the excited growls and lusty howls of the two canines. One hand was underneath her shirt now, inside of her tight sports bra, ruthlessly squeezing a nipple while she dug between her swollen cunt lips. The young woman was not used to seeing her sex so full of blood- her lips extended well beyond her mons and her clit had completely discarded its hood. God she was a randy bitch. In a bizarrely inspired quirk of the easily influenced, aroused mind, Sarah let out a howl to match that of her two compatriots as she came. 

Erin glanced over at the young girl and could feel the underside of Lucas' muzzle doing the same. 

She's a horny bitch isn't she?

You wouldn't believe, Lucas growled in reply.

You know we'll have to get your sister out soon. 

I haven't forgotten, the young were responded with a low sorrowful whimper.

We'll need to leave her behind.

I know that too, mother. 

Now would be an excellent time.

Lucas noted that the rope was loose and no longer a method to restrain him. She was right. They could go.

But Sarah's sex was a bit faster, and as soon as Lucas' deflated knob slipped from his mother's channel, the young woman had her hands firmly on the rope and tugged him between her thighs.

"Give me a good licking, Lucas," she commanded as he nudged closer.

With a somewhat hapless look over his shoulder at his mother, he turned to the task at hand. The idea of refusing an opportunity for cunninglus made little sense, even as a canine. 

Intoxicated by the scents and smells of his human girlfriend's puss, Lucas' long snout delved downward and his tongue was instantly rewarded with the heady flavors of her emissions. 

"Oh god, I love having pets," Sarah moaned as she reclined onto the soil floor. Her hands remained fixed on his rope collar, and her thighs flopped over his broad shoulders.

What am I to do, Erin wondered, as she watched her son's concern for his sister evaporate with each fragrant lap of his tongue. Already Lucas' sheath was shrinking away from the long crimson rod beneath his hindquarters. One opportunity gone, she counted. How many more before it was too late?