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.