Within the Beast

-This is my try at writing a bestiality piece. Most bestiality
story revolve around male animals. I decided to change it up and
bit and use a female animal. But I did not stop there. I have
always been interested in werewolves and had always wanted to
write some erotic fiction revolving around the idea.  This was
the perfect vehicle for the two. I hope you enjoy the end
product. Let me know what you think (M/F, Best, M/Wolf-Female,
Supernatural-Werewolf)-

When my father died he willed his vast estate to me, his first
born and only living heir. This came as somewhat of a surprise,
for my father and I had never been close (that and the fact that
he actually had a will). He had amassed a fortune not with a
shrewd business sense, but through shear cheapness, frugality,
and a little bit of luck. His passion had always been the
outdoors and working with his hands. He spent as much of his life
as possible roughing it and living off the land. My father lucked
out early in life, buying a piece of land that ended up having a
rich mineral deposit. He quickly sold it, becoming a
multimillionaire. After that, he had cut himself off from the
world. He bought a cabin up in the Sierra Nevada mountain range
of California and from there he and his wife (my mother) lived
the life of hermits. He only came into town for supplies, and
never stayed long. In fact he usually just sent my mother in.
This was probably his downfall. When I was born, my mother
decided enough was enough. She took me and ran back to the city,
divorcing my father. So I was raised the quintessential city boy,
with no real male role model. I never spent much time with my
father. The few times I did, I hated it; his cabin had no
electricity, running water, or any modern convenience. So for
most of my life I barely knew the man, I just had the vague image
of the stereotypical old timey prospector or mountain man in my
mind when I thought of him. All I knew was he loved to work with
his hands, get dirty, and hated the city. Whereas I on the other
hand was: lazy, unambitious, and unmotivated. Whenever I saw him,
he would try to get me interested in the outdoors. He would take
me hunting, hiking, fishing, and anything that involved working
outside. But I would not even give him a chance. My mother had
poisoned my ear to him while I was still in the cradle. He had
all but disowned me when he found out I was getting a degree in
philosophy, to him the biggest waste of breath imaginable. But
even in his death he was trying to get me to experience the great
outdoors, and learn to love it. This will of his had a catch. I
would have to spend a whole year roughing it, in his cabin in the
Sierra Nevadas if I wanted to see a cent.

That is how I found myself driving up the trail to an isolated
cabin way out in Bum Fuck Egypt. Off to see my birthplace and
remember all the bad times I have had there, I was really
questioning going through with it. But then I thought about the
money. Now don't get me wrong, I am not a greedy person. Granted
I love money as much as the next person (I am not afraid to admit
I have had wet dreams involving gigantic heaving piles of money),
but greed was not my motivation behind this. My real motivation
was laziness and the fact I was still living with my mother. With
that kind of money, I would not have to work, for a long while at
least. And I would no longer need to live with the harpy, I call
my mother. I could live off the money for as long as I could,
hell I could even follow through with school and get a PHD.  So
it was sloth and misanthropy, with a light coating of greed, that
drove me onward, upward, and of course forward.

I pulled my car up in front of the cabin. There was no garage,
for my father had never learned to drive. I am not even sure why
there was a trail I could drive up to get to the house. (Probably
some elaborate scheme for The Man to keep my father down). I got
out of the car and surveyed my soon to be lawful domain. There
was nothing but mountain, brush, and tree for as far as the eye
could see. The closest neighbor was nowhere to be seen. I was
going to be alone here at his cabin. This was perhaps the one
thing I did share with my father, a need for solitude and raw
hated of everyone around me. Just like my father, I have always
been a loner at heart. I have never had many friends, and the few
I made did not last long. I could never handle myself well in
social situations, preferring to just stay by myself. This played
havoc on my romantic life, which had never even gotton off the
ground. I had never bothered to try flirting with girls (or boys,
I am an equal opportunity non-flirter), let alone try and get
laid. So living all alone in this cabin would be pretty easy. I
was going to make the most of it. I had decided to think of it as
taking a vacation, some time off school, my mother, and work. It
would be some alone time. I knew this was a crock of shit, but I
decided to try to ignore that. Hell maybe I would even discover
myself, and find meaning to my life. Now that was a crock of shit
that I could not even pretend to believe.

I was startled out of my thoughts by a cough from behind me.
Almost tripping over my own feet, I someone managed to turn
around to find my father's lawyer standing behind me. I had not
heard him or seen his car anywhere. Lawyers are all a sneaky
sort; I guess that applies in the middle of nowhere too. He had a
few papers for me to sign, witness that I agreed to fulfill the
terms of my father's will. He told me that he would be checking
up on me periodically during my stay, making sure that I really
did stay for the whole year. I told him I really did not give a
shit. After everything was signed and in triplicate we walked off
to the other side of the house, where he had parked his car. I
watched him drive off and said good riddance.

I unloaded my car and looked around the cabin. Not much to look
at, just one big room. There was a bed, a wood burning stove, a
table, and a bunch of my father's old junk. I was not sure what I
expected really. (Of course I thought it would be set up like a
70's love pad with brown shag carpet and a kickass waterbed
shaped like a heart for the ladies). Outside there was an
outhouse and farther along a water pump that brought water up
from a well. I really hoped that the well was not just the bottom
of the outhouse pit. This was going to be a drastic change in my
way of life. But it was getting dark, and it had been a long ass
fucking drive, so I decided to hit the hay early before it hit me
first.

I woke up the next morning to the eerie sounds of birds chirping
and insects making their insect sounds (is that chirping too?).
It sounded like they had me surrounded, so it was too late, now
all I could do was sit and wait for them overtake the cabin! This
is not something us city folk are used to hearing, especially in
the morning. Where were the sounds of engines, police sirens, and
the ambient noise of electric wires? There was no way I would be
able to fall back asleep to this racket. Who would know that the
sound of the birds and bees would be louder then traffic?
Throwing some clothes on, I looked around the cabin more closely.
After an hour of searching around I discovered that I father did
have electricity, at least a little. There was a refrigerator and
a freezer, and a few lights set up. All of this was powered by a
solar panel up on the roof (the crafty bastard, he probably also
had a secret radio stored somewhere that he used to sell national
secrets to the communists!). So my father had not been as
primitive as I had thought. But I also realized that there was no
fire wood for the stove, and for that matter there was no food
for the stove either. It was a tossup, cut wood first (something
I had no actual experience with), or head back into civilization
(something I was already starting to feel withdraws from).
Surprise surprise, good old civilization won out. So I hopped
back into my car and drove back down the mountain.

The closest town, if you can even call it that, ended up being a
good hour drive. How is that even possible, in California?! When
I finally found the "general store" I was surprised that no one
called me "boy" or asked if I "could squeal like a piggy." Trying
not to be a complete and utter asshole, I finally asked the guy
at the counter what I should buy. After I received a nice laugh
in the face, and heard the ever entertaining old "city folk"
routine, he finally took me on a tour of his shop picking up what
I would need. After I paid for it all, I thanked him and started
off back to my car. But before I could leave the store he grabbed
my arm. "Son, thur be strange happenin'z in them mount'ns, yu
better watch yursef." I just smiled and nodded. As I left I
thought to myself "Man, this crazy old coot is laying it on
strong. Us city folk must be their only form of amusement." I
loaded all my supplies up and headed back to my new home.

As I pulled back into the drive way, I thought I saw a blur of
motion in my peripheral vision. Since I was in Mother Nature, I
figured it was just some animal. By now it was midday. Not
knowing it was the worst time to do it, I decided to try my hand
at chopping some wood. For those of you that have never had the
pleasure, let me tell you. FUCK! I could not have been through 3
logs before I was slathered in sweat, dying. California summer is
not ideal for chopping wood. Add that with the fact I was an out
of shape, overweight, and lazy piece of shit. I somehow made it,
cutting what I thought would be enough for at least one day.

After stacking what I could outside, I dragged myself inside
exhausted. It was at this moment I found my father's tiny
portable electric burner for cooking. So I had just wasted 3
hours cutting wood for nothing. The old bastard had been
cheating. Kicking anything within reach and grumbling to myself,
I started to make myself something to eat for dinner.

After I finished dinner, it was already getting dark. Since I was
tired as shit anyway, I once more decided to make it an early
night. There is no real point in staying up late when you have
nothing to do, sleep was probably the only thing I was going to
have that I could look forward to for the next year.

Again the next morning, I was awoken with the sun. Those bastard
birds were going to be getting their's some day, they would rue
the day they decided to mess with me! I just laid there in the
bed, realizing that I had absolutely nothing to do. I had not
really thought this whole thing through. I was definitely not
sure I knew what I was supposed to do up here. My father had
seemed to love it. Who the fuck knows why...well assumingly he
did. Being a smart guy, and bored shitless, I decided I would try
my hand at cutting wood again. I might not need it now, but it
would be better to have a lot ready for when I did need it. (Like
that story about the ant and the grasshopper. Too bad I did not
have an ant to do all the work for me.) Walking out to the wood
pile, I decided that after I was done torturing myself (and then
maybe a nap), I would go out for a hike and explore the area. I
would boldly go where no man, besides probably my father, had
gone before!

The hike ended up being a great idea. The beauty of the area was
slowly starting to dig its roots into me. I got back home,
realizing I was the most tired I had ever been in my entire
fucking life. But I begrudgingly had to admit it felt good (In a
every-part-of-way-body-was-now-in-full-blown-rebellion-against-me
kind of way). Maybe there was something to this lifestyle
(*cough* bullshit *cough*), I thought to myself as I quickly
drifted off to sleep.

As the days went by, a routine came to live and kept me company
on my daily adventures (Or maybe I was just starting to
crack...just a little). I would chop wood in the morning,
something I slowly started to get better at (Or at least I
pretended to).After that I would make lunch and take a quick nap.
And then go off exploring. I was exercising muscles that had
never been worked before (for which they loathed me dearly), and
coming home exhausted. I would make dinner, eat, and then fall
right to sleep. I had always had trouble sleeping, but now it
just came so easily. Who would have thought actually being tired
would help?

Soon enough I found my father's herb garden (And no I do not mean
a garden in which he grew marijuana!). I had never been a good
cook, but now I was starting to experiment a little. Only once
did one of my creations gain sentience and try to kill me. I was
discovering I could make a mean soup or stew (I could not decide
which...mainly because I did not really know the difference). I
was also reluctantly starting to enjoy myself a bit at a time.

A month into my new arrangement I had a visitor (surprisingly it
was not that blood sucking lawyer). It was still early in the
morning. Having just finished cutting some logs, I was taking a
break. I was drinking from a cup of water, when something caught
my eye. I turned and standing right there in the brush, a good
ways off, was a wolf. This surprised the shit out of me (not
literally). "I didn't know there were fucking wolves in
California!" ran through my head, as I dropped the cup and it
made one of those really cool slow motion falls to the ground
that are always in movies! (Not really). I stood perfectly still.
I did not want to scare it or encourage it to attack me. Although
I knew that there are no reports in North America of healthy
wolves attacking people...at least I thought I remembered hearing
that or was that beavers...It just stared at me, probably sensing
my surprise and fear. Soon enough it turned and disappeared into
the brush. I had seen coyotes around while I was exploring, plus
they come into the city all the time. And this had been no
coyote. It was FAR too big to be a dog. Plus I have been to the
zoo and watched the discovery channel enough times to recognize a
wolf when I see one.

After that day, I would sometimes notice the wolf, off in the
distance. Sometimes I would see it while looking outside the
window. Sometimes while I was chopping wood. And even while I was
hiking I might catch a movement in the brush. After a while I did
not feel as scared as I first had. But then I started to think it
was stalking me and just waiting for the right moment to strike!
It did not seem to be hunting me, but what the fuck do I know. I
did notice the wolf looked starved and malnourished.

So I made the decision to start leaving food out for it (which
was probably a really stupid idea, associating myself with food).
I set out some raw meat and watched it from inside the cabin. At
first the wolf would go nowhere near the food. But eventually one
day it warily came close enough to proceeded scarffing
(scarving?) down the food and running off. I started setting the
food out every day, switching to dog food for more cost
efficiency (shop smart shop S-Mart). In time I would see the wolf
waiting for me to put the food out and walk inside. Like I was
its fucking butler or something, and it never complimented me on
my cost efficiency! One day I decided to test the wolf's trust of
me, so I put out the food and just walked to the cabin, not going
in. I could see the wolf in the brush, waiting for me to walk
inside. Its eyes were locked on me, but I guess its hunger
finally won out. It padded over to the dog food, eyes still on
me, and ate. The wolf was walking straight into me little trap!
MUHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! (I mean metaphorical trap, not literal.)

This became the new routine. I would move closer and closer each
day, hearing a growl if I was too close. It got to the point
where the wolf would sometimes be standing right at the spot
tapping its foot and looking at its watch waiting for me to bring
the food out, letting me walk right up to it. Other times it
would be nowhere in sight (probably out with those hoodlum
friends! Leaving me here alone to worry.), and I would just leave
the food out.

Time went by, and summer was starting to turn to fall as it does.
Being California and all, there really was no difference, but
nights were getting a little nippy if you are a little wussy who
cannot handle a little cold. I had lost a lot of weight, and
while I was searching high and low for it I found some muscle
mass. I was also feeling a lot better about myself but sad I did
not have in sexy females to show of these massive muscles to.

It was around this time, I had another visitor (And once more it
was not the damned lawyer!). I was leaving the dog food out one
day, the wolf nowhere to be seen. So I went about my own
business, thinking nothing of it. But later, I decided to go
check up on it, to see if the wolf had shown. When I rounded the
corner, what I saw was not a wolf eating the food. No, to my
utter astonishment, there was a naked girl crouched down, shoving
the dog food in her face. She was covered in dirt, and looked
scratched up. She looked like some wild child, lost in the woods.
My first reaction was to run towards her and ask if she needed
help. But before I could reach her, she dashed off into the
brush. I chased after her, but could find no trail. I spent the
rest of the day using my vesting tracking skills to search for
the girl, but amazingly there were to no avail.

The next day I waited by the food, but no one showed. The same
thing happened the next day, and the day after that, and so on.
It seems that the wolf had decided not to eat here anymore and my
brash actions had probably scared that girl off. "I hope the wolf
didn't eat that girl...Or the other way around..." I shuttered at
the thought of the naked girl ripping out pieces of raw flesh
from the carcass of the wolf and shoving it into her mouth.

Fall soon turns into winter. I was damn glad I had spent so much
time cutting wood, now. From what I heard it was one of the
harshest winters in a long time. The person I heard this from was
actually the lawyer who had finally decided to grace me with his
presence. I have no idea why he would pick the absolute worst
time to drive up. But then again it was also probably the time I
would most likely have left. He only stayed long enough to be
surprised that I actually was still there and to share a few
pleasantries. I pretended I had greater cabin fever then I really
did. Bill and Jose my imaginary friends had a good laugh at his
expense. He commented that it was good that I had stockpiled as
much food and books to read as I could before leaving. I still
cut wood everyday to keep myself busy and warm, and hiked a
little. But I did not go as far as I once had. My little friend
the wolf had not shown its face around. And I had stopped leaving
food out for it anyway, the ungrateful little bitch. Life had
become routine. That is until my visitor returned (NOT THE
FUCKING LAWYER GODS DAMNIT!).

It was early in the morning, on a December day. I was stepping
outside to do my daily wood chopping, if you know what I mean
(wink wink nudge nudge same no more [for those of you not in the
know I really mean that I was using an axe to cut pieces of tress
into small more fire friendly pieces]). As I walked toward my
wood pile I heard something in the dead brush. I looked over and
there was that naked girl again. Only this time she was even more
malnourished and beat up. She stared at me for a while and then
fell to the ground. I rushed over to help her. When I felt her,
she was burning up. She had a fever and was obviously starving. I
guess the winter weather had gotten to her, not surprising since
she was naked and all. I picked her up and carried her inside.
Placing her in my bed, I grabbed anything I could to cover her. I
then ran out to grab more logs for the fire. I finally understood
how the ant felt in that story, now that I had met my
grasshopper. I watched over her all day. But she just kept
shivering. Delirious, she whimpered and growled in her sleep.
Finally I climbed into the bed and under the covers, hoping that
my body warmth might help her. I felt her move in closer to me,
burrowing into the covers to stay warm. I held her to me, and
eventually fell asleep myself.

The next morning, the girl was still asleep, but her fever seemed
to have broken. Take that fever! Think you are so tough! I
climbed out of the bed and made some broth to feed her. Once the
broth was ready, I tried to wake her.

When her eyes opened, she weakly thrashed around, looking around
the place with fear. When her eyes finally landed on me standing
over her, a weak growl came from deep within her chest. Either
that or she was hacking up some phlegm to spit at me. She was so
weak she could hardly keep her eyes open. And yet when I sat down
on the bed to try to prop her up, she desperately tried to crawl
away from me. The growling got deeper.

Soon enough her fatigue got the better of her, and she could no
longer move. Her eyelids drooped shut. But the growling never
ceased. I grabbed a pillow and propped it behind her back so I
could feed her the broth. Not wanting to burn her tongue of
mouth, I blew on each spoonful as I brought it to her lips. At
first she refused to open her mouth for me. But I made the
airplane noises and flew the spoon around before coming to land
in her mouth. And of course the smell must have finally won her
over, for eventually she reluctantly opened her mouth and granted
the plane landing access. I smiled when she weakly swallowed the
broth. Halfway through the broth, her growling finally stopped,
but I realized she had fallen back asleep. I was disappointed
there was no purring.

Since she was asleep, I decided it would be a good opportunity to
clean her up and check out her body (Ooooooooooooooooooooooh
yeah! You know what I'm talking bout!) for injuries. I heated up
a bowel of water and grabbed a wash cloth. Pulling back the
covers and finally taking a good look at her naked body, it
occurred to me that she was rather young but not too young. Maybe
fifteen probably just getting out of puberty, but not yet come
into complete womanhood, an awkward and confusing time for any
feral child. As I washed her with the warm water, I was shocked
at how skinny she really was. She must have been living out there
in the woods all by herself, and probably not have eaten a full
meal in a long time. The mother inside of me screamed to start
cooking her a big meal and ask why she never calls anymore. I was
amazed that she was in such good condition, considering what she
must have been through. There were only minor cuts and scabs all
over her body, probably from running through the brush. Once I
got all the dirt and grime off her, she was a rather beautiful
young girl. It took a while to untangle her hair and get all the
twigs and bristles out of it. But once I did, it was long raven
black reminding me of the wolf's fur. She was stunning. Just put
on some more pounds and she would be a real knock out. Damn there
went my chances with her, if only she were plain or ugly! Why
would someone allow this girl to run around naked like this, and
allow her to starve? I either should be calling the police on my
insane hillbilly neighbors or something had happened to her or
her family.

I spent the whole day watching over her. She awoke a couple of
times, still leery of me, and growling. I fed her a little broth
and some water each time she woke, she just watched me, drank her
broth, and growled before going back to sleep. And of course she
managed to piss and shit all over the bed. Forcing me to change
the bedding and place a pan under her. When night fell, I decided
I would sleep next to her again, to make sure she was warm (and
you know incase I suddenly had the uncontrollable urge to rape
her). It felt nice to have someone to hold against me, as I fell
asleep.

The days went by pretty much the same, each day she would eat and
drink a little bit more. After the third day, she would no longer
growl at me or cower away from me. Wasn't I lucky? By the fifth
day, I moved from just broth to rice with cut up meat. She was
getting stronger and stronger, but still could not manage to get
out of bed. By this time I tried getting her to talk to me. But
to no avail, none of my patented come on lines worked. Not even
"So what is a feral girl like you doing in a seclude cabin like
this?" I tried asking her questions and her eyes would follow me,
but it did not seem like she would comprehend what I was saying.
She never said anything; the only sounds she made were growls and
what sounded like a weak cough. Yet she clearly seemed to
communicate a sense of gratefulness, for helping her. That and
maybe something a little bit more. (But that of course could have
just been my cock misinterpreting things, as it inclined to.)
When I would crawl into the bed with her at night, she would rub
into me. She would grab my arm, and wrap it around her, pulling
her closer into me. She nestled her head onto my chest, and
seemed to purr contently as we fell asleep together. See! I knew
I would have her purring!
And on the seventh day I ended my work which I had made; and I
rested on the seventh day from all my work which I had made. And
it was good. No wait...
By the Eighth day I was starting to get a little cabin fever,
from staying inside for so long. Something had also happened the
night before that had my mind racing. In the middle of the night
I awoke to find the girl rubbing her pussy into my leg. I felt
her wetness lathering my leg as she used me to get herself off,
moaning and purring. I kept still, not wanting to startle her.
But it was one of the most arousing experiences of my life. The
closest thing to sexual intercourse I had ever been. This ignited
a desire inside of me. One I was finding hard to control. Just
the smell of the girl was making me hard. I knew I could not act
on these urges. The girl was too young for me to do anything
with. Although...who would know? It was not like she could tell
anyone. And she was at my mercy. But I would not feel right about
taking advantage of her. Damn it! Why couldn't I be a rapist! It
is no fair, they have all the fun! She was still weak and was
probably just delirious or having a seizure, yeah that's the
ticket! I decided I would go out for a little hunting, try to get
some fresh meat. Get my mind off of raping the little girl. I had
never tried hunting for any game in the area, but I figured that
if that wolf lived around here there must be some sort of wild
life it lived off of. So I spent most of the day sneaking around
with my gun, freezing my nuts off. It sure as shit helped get my
mind off of sex. But I saw nothing. Well nothing worth shooting
anyway. Sure there were a Sasquatch or two and a few small birds
that would not have amounted to a mouthful. I was tempted to
retaliate and teach those fucking birds a lesson for waking me up
every morning, I did say they would rue didn't I. Maybe they
could rue in a nice stew. But who knew why I blew off the chance
to chew on the brew before they flew off into the view. And now I
am through. (Thank you!) So with a head hung low, I returned to
my cabin empty handed. What I saw when I walked in the door made
me drop my gun in surprise.

Standing right there in my cabin was the wolf. It was looking
right at me. I mentally kicked myself for dropping the gun, but
did not want to reach down and grab it. That might startle the
wolf. It looked like this was going to be a bare knuckle match,
it is a good thing I am a legendary street fighter (not
really...at all. I have never been in a fight in my entire life).
At the moment I did not feel threatened by the wolf. But still I
thought it best, to try to get it out of the cabin. My next
thought was of the girl, but she did not seem to be anywhere in
sight. Since I did not have to worry about her startling it, I
slowly backed out of the door, leaving it wide open. Once I was
past the door frame, I quickened the step a little until I backed
into my car. I watched the door frame. Soon enough, the wolf
walked out of the doorway, still looking at me. We stood there
watching each other for a few minutes. If it lunged at me I would
be ready with my amazing roundhouse kick, or maybe an upper cut,
or what is that one thing where you grab someone one and then hit
them with your knee, yeah I will do that thing! I felt a
connection with the beast. There was something between us. But
eventually the wolf turned away and ran off into the brush.

I spent the rest of the day looking for the girl. But she was
nowhere to be found. The whole time I searched, my mind puzzled
on how the wolf had even gotten into the cabin. I was once more
flabbergasted that my highly trained tracking skills were failing
me yet again. Maybe I have too high an opinion of myself...YEAH
RIGHT! It started getting dark; I gave up my search for the girl.
By now I had come up with a hypothesis for what might have
happened. Using my Holmesian level of deduction I realized the
only logical thing I could think of was that the girl must have
left the cabin (or she was a werewolf). She also must have left
the door open (or transformed into a wolf). The wolf had smelled
food inside, and had gone in to investigate (or the wolf was in
fact the girl.) But there were holes in the idea (but not in the
werewolf idea). How had the door closed (unless it had always
been closed since she was a werewolf)? Maybe the wind (or
supernatural werewolf powers)? Ah, it was the only thing
reasonable I could think of (besides the werewolf idea). The bed
seemed empty and cold, as I crawled in that night. I had trouble
falling asleep, worrying about the girl, out there on her own
again not using me as her sexual aide.

The next day, I went out again, trying to find the girl. And what
would you know it no luck. There was no sign of her, not that I
would know for that matter. But I did see the wolf. It seemed to
be shadowing me. Off in my peripheral vision, where ever I went.
It even followed me home. The sky darkened and not wanting to
give my chances with the creature of the night I gave up once
more like the lazy incompetent selfish coward that I was. When I
got home, I started making myself diner. I could still see the
wolf sitting outside. Once my dinner was ready, I heated up a can
of the dog food. I dumped it on a plate, grabbed both plates and
went outside. The wolf did not even hesitate to walk right up as
I put the plate down for it. I sat on the wood pile eating my own
food, watching the beast scarf down the dog food. When it was
done, it stood there watching me once more, until it finally ran
back off into the woods. Well it was no little girl, but maybe I
could talk to it and not expect any response instead.

Again the in the morning I went out to try to look for the girl.
This time as soon as I set out the door, the wolf was standing
right there waiting. If only I had a piece of clothing to smell
like her, and the wolf was actually trained to track things by
sent, oh and I had a helicopter and knew how to fly one...and I
jet pack, no flying car, wait a hoverboard! FUCK YEAH! The wolf
stayed by my side the whole time I searched. "Have you seen her
or heard her anywhere?" I asked the wolf, as I stopped to rest,
hours into the search. It just stared at me, and seemed to smile.
On impulse I picked up a stick, waved it in front of me, and
threw it. The wolf's head followed the stick, but it did not run
after it. Well I guess it was not a dog after all...

The next day I decided to give up looking for the girl. I guess I
have to admit I am not really a tracker. There! Are you happy
now?! By now it was probably too late to find her anyway. The
wolf was waiting outside for me anyway, as I walked out to chop
some wood. I do not know what came over me, but as I walked up to
it I reached down to pet it. The wolf just stood there, allowing
my hand to rub its fur. Its coat was far thicker than any dogs I
had ever felt (not that I feel a lot of dogs mind you). As soon
as I stopped petting it, I realized how stupid that had been. The
wolf was a wild beast; yet here I was starting to think of it as
a dog or my pet. ?As it had the previous days, the wolf stayed by
my side the whole day. Sitting watching me chop wood, and
following me on a hike. I had used the last can of dog food up
the night before, so this night I just gave the wolf half of what
I made. It seemed to like it fine, eating it right up. Good now I
was not going to need to by anything special for it.

The days started to become routine once more, as they are apt to
do. Each morning the wolf would be outside my door waiting for
me. It would sit watching me cut wood, and then we would go for a
walk. (It was probably sizing me up still, getting ready for when
I was plump enough and let my guard down for it to come in for
the kill.) I started to play around with the wolf more and more
every day. I would run, and it would run alongside me, and then I
would abruptly turn, and run a different direction. The wolf
would then chase after me. We would continue this game, until I
fell to the ground exhausted. (I am using it as training for the
day when its true nature would reveal itself and I had to run for
my life.) The wolf would walk up to me and lick my face. We were
becoming closer every day.

One day as we were out walking, the wolf suddenly started
sniffing the air. Just as suddenly, it ran off into the brush.
Soon after, a deer ran out, with the wolf close on its tail. I
had to run to keep them in my sight. In the end the wolf could
not seem to catch it. That's when it hit me. The wolf had no
pack. Wolves would normally hunt in packs, they would coordinate
their attacks to bring large prey down together. This wolf was
not able to hunt on its own. That is why it had seemed so
malnourished the first time I had seen it. Maybe it thought of me
as part of its pack now, and that's why it spent so much time
around me? I watched the wolf futilely chase after the deer (I
could do better! Just give me a knife.). Eventually the wolf gave
up, coming back to me panting and tired. I patted its head, and
it licked my hand. From then on I started bringing my gun with me
(ever ready to shot my pal if it turned on me). We made a perfect
hunting team together. The wolf would find the prey, and scare it
out, I would then shoot it. (The suckers would never see it
coming.) On the first kill I was kind of nervous that the wolf
might not allow me near the body. But I needn't have worried
(with my trusted gun in hand). The wolf allowed me to drag the
deer back to the cabin, and butcher it. (Did I fail to mention I
am a skilled butcher? How thoughtless of me.) I of course cut off
a leg and threw it too the wolf. I guess it thought of me as the
Alpha male. I was the leader of the pack (vroom vroom).

Winter was ending, and spring was on the horizon. This meant that
it was raining more often. I took pity on the wolf, the first
time I heard it scratching at my door, and let it in. But I told
the wolf that it owed me, BIG TIME.  It started sleeping inside
with me every night, sticking up the place with the smell of wet
do...wolf.

My mind often went back to the girl, wondering what had happened
to her. I felt bad that I had given up on her. I knew there was
nothing I could have done, but still I felt bad about it. I also
felt really horny thinking about her, but on the whole I
generally just feel really horny all the time.

Spring came, and game was becoming a lot more abundant. The wolf
and I did not want for any fresh meat. (Which I thought was the
only reason its fangs did not rip out my throat as I slept). As
soon as we ran out of it, we could easily hunt down some more.
Once the roads were good enough to drive on, I decided I would
head back into town to resupply. I spent so much time around the
wolf; I was not sure how it would react to me leaving it. But I
really needed to buy supplies. I unenthusiastically got into my
car and drove to the nearest town. I hurried to buy all I need
and raced back home. (Only stopping to check out attractive
womenfolk a few times along the way, I swear). The moment I step
out of the car, the wolf ran up and knocked me down, licking me
all over (Tasting my delicious flesh!). I guess it had really
missed me. I wrestled around with the wolf for a while until I
was out of breath. As I caught my breath, I could smell the
wolf's scent. A powerful lustful urge came over me (stronger than
normal that is). It somehow reminded me of the way the girl had
smelled. How odd, I thought to myself as I got up to put the
supplies away. That night, as I was crawling into bed, the wolf
jumped up on the bed. Normally it would just sleep by the wood
furnace. It had never jumped on the bed before. (How very forward
of it.) But I thought nothing of it, as it lied down next to me.
It felt nice to share the bed with someone again. (Even if it was
probably only doing it so that it would have easier access for
when it went for my jugular).

The next day the wolf started doing something it had never done
before. It started to stick its head in my crotch. I know that
dogs sometimes did this, but the wolf had never done this to me
before. In fact it was the first living thing to place its head
in my crotch, a real ground breaker that wolf is. It also seemed
a lot more affectionate, licking my hand and face more often. But
all this did not seem to matter too much, until something strange
happened as you have probably come to expect. I was lying in the
bed masturbating as I was apt to do, there being not much else to
do and having no sex life. I was thinking about the night that he
girl had rubbed herself off on my leg. I was really going at it,
when all a sudden I feel the wolf jump up on the bed. I figured
it would soon settle down, and go to sleep. So I ignored it. But
then suddenly I felt its rough touch licking at my cock and the
hand surrounding it. My eyes shot open. (My first wolfie blow
job!) It had felt sooooo good. The wolf kept licking at my cock
head, licking up all my precum. It was amazing, there was no way
I was going to stop something this great. (Even though bestiality
is illegal in California, but who was going to turn me in?! THOSE
FUCKING NOSEY NEIGHBORS THAT'S WHO!) So I kept pumping away, as
the wolf licked my cock. Soon enough the pleasure was so great, I
could not hold it. I shot off right onto its tongue. It must have
liked the taste because it started licking my cum up with more
gusto. Even after it had cleaned it all up, it kept licking at my
limp cock. I finally had to push it away, throw on some pants,
and roll over pretending to be asleep (Don't you just hate it
when the animal that you just have sex with wants to stay up and
cuddle!).

From then on the wolf's head was at my crotch at any chance it
could. (What a horny bitch! Am I right or am I RIGHT?) I
constantly had to push it away. But my masturbation sessions had
become a lot better, as I allowed the wolf to lick my cock. (Any
port in a storm). We started doing this every other day. The wolf
also started doing something weird. It seemed to be presenting
its self to me, waving its ass at me and looking over its
shoulder expectantly. Of course my sex craving mind could have
just been reading too much into things (NEVER!). The first time
it did this I realized I should no longer refer to it as an it,
but a she. There was a little wolf cunt winking at me (I winked
back, conspiratorially). When it did this, that powerful lusty
scent grew stronger. The bitch must be in heat (I felt so used).

One night as I was lying in bed not yet tired enough to sleep;
the wolf stood up in the bed and turned around. Her tail was now
in my face. As I started to push her away, I got a good whiff of
her scent. It was over powering, and I was instantly hard as a
rock. I stumbled out of the bed and the wolf followed me. She ran
in front of me and did her usually presentation, looking over her
shoulder waiting. (Daaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaamn. She wanted me cock
and bad.) My mind was overcome with arousal. So I decided, "To
hell with it (and me)." I would take her up on her offer. (She
did owe me, BIG TIME, after all.) I walked back over to the bed
and patted it, trying to get her to jump up. She finally did,
licking my face and knocking me over. I moved my hand under her
tail and moved down to her little bitch cunt. Working my fingers
around it, I pushed my middle finger in all the way. (The finger
did not meet any obstruction, so you know what that means. This
slut was no virgin...wait do wolves have hymen? ) The wolf
stopped licking my face and looked at me. I started running my
finger in and out of her cunt, and she just looked at me.
Eventually she lay down, giving me better access to her pussy.
(Oh she wanted it alright.) I forced another finger in. She
rolled over on to her back. By this time my lust was starting to
get the better of me. I pulled my fingers out of the bitch's
pussy and stood up. Dragging her to the side of the bed, I showed
her who is boos and I pushed her tail out of the way positioning
my cock at her entrance. (I was about to go where...few?...humans
had gone before!) Looking down at her, I found her still watching
me. I took it as acceptance, so thrust right in. (Do not let
anyone ever say I am a rapist. A pedophile, zoophile, and a
sophophile yes. But as previously mentioned I am unfortunately
not a rapist.) Oh my gods, was she tight. It felt so wonderful. I
was in heaven as I thrust into the wolf, pumping away. I built a
steady pace, working away at her cunt. Somehow I was able to hold
back from cumming. (A regular Casanova!) I started building up
the tempo. Soon I was pounding into her. Slathered in sweat, I
was getting tired. Suddenly I felt her cunt tighten around my
cock. This was it for me, I shot off right away. I flooded the
bitch's tunnel with my semen, and fell on the bed exhausted,
falling right to sleep (like any self-respecting man would).

The next morning I awoke to a something strange. I felt something
smooth lying against me. My arm was wrapped around it, holding it
to my chest. (Had I somehow skinned the wolf while I slept? [That
totally sounds like a great new euphemism for masturbating!]) I
opened my eyes to see something with long hair resting on my
chest. My surprised jolt must have woken the creature, for the
hairy object turned up, and a face was looking up at me. (I was
ready for the alien beast to launch forward and consume my
brain.) A smiling face. (Consume my brain, with a smile on its
face. How heinous!) The face of the girl I had found in the
woods. She was lying in bed naked with me under the covers.
That's when it all came to me. The wolf, the girl, her
disappearing, and the wolf showing up (my pervious theorizing of
her being a werewolf! I tried to fucking warn you. BUT
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!). They were one and the same. I
smiled down at her, and kissed her on the forehead. She nestled
in closer to me, rubbing her pussy into my leg. As always, it did
not take me long to get hard. Throwing the covers off of us, I
rolled over on top of the girl and pinned her under me. She
looked up at me with lust in her eyes. (I had always known she
was a horny little bitch.) I forced my lips on to hers, she had
no idea what I was doing, but I kissed her nonetheless. Moving my
mouth down her body, I took one of her nipples into my mouth.
Nursing on her tiny nipple, I marveled on the beauty of her body.
She was fit and muscled, looking far better than the last time I
had seen her. But then again I had been feeding and exorcising
the wolf regularly. Not having much experience with the ladies, I
guessed her breasts to be a good C cup. As I suckled her nipple,
I moved one of my hands down to her pussy lips. She was soaking
wet. (Damn right! She too wanted my cock! Wait she was the same
person...animal...creature...thing...???) I thrust three fingers
in, and she was soon humping my hand like the bitch in heat that
she was. It did not take long until I felt her shutter under me,
moaning and purring in pleasure. I smiled down at her. Rolling
off of her, I step out of bed. She just lay there looking up at
me. I picked her up, and flipped her onto her hands and knees.
Looking over her shoulder at me, she was the perfect image of the
wolf. She was just irresistible; so I grabbed her hips and thrust
right into her cunt. (Ironically I took her missionary style as a
wolf and doggy style as a human.) I rode her, feeling the wonders
that were her pussy. She was so tight and amazingly wet. Soon
enough I found myself flooding her cunt once more with my fertile
seed. We both fell to the bed exhausted. She crawled into my
arms, and we fell asleep together (a girl after my own heart!).
We had found our mates. She was my bitch, and I was her pack
leader. (Although I still suspected that she was just trying to
lure me into trusting her with sex before killing me.)

Our relationship grew from there. She would sometimes be in wolf
form, and other times take her human form. I never learned if
there was something to dictate why she would pick one or the
other. (Probably something to do with black masses and
fornicating with the Devil during a black Sabbath). But I loved
both of them equally. Time flew by. She never did speak other
then barks, growls, and moans. But she was as intelligent as any
human, in either form. She understood exactly what I was saying,
and I learned to reader to body language and non-verbals. Soon
enough the year I was forced to live in the cabin came and went.
Speaking of the devil, who would appear but the unholiness
himself my father's lawyer. Luckily my little bitch was in wolf
form when he arrived. That did not mean he was not startled and
scared to find a wolf in my house. He did not waste time in
having me sign the needed forms and transfer all of my father's
assets to me. They would be put to good use. I had finally
decided that my father had been right; I did learn to love the
outdoors, and even found love there.