<xmp>Sexual Material, story meant for people over 18.
Hey Kids, go away! Oh, did you think I meant it
in a mocking manner and was talking to you? Well if
you're under 18 then you are absolutley right. Go away.


Peter and the  Wolf (M/F, beast, nc, rom?)

by Alexi92



	No one can be sure about hermits. Why they became 
hermits is sort of a mystery. Very few hermits are willing to 
talk about their choice to cut themselves off from society and 
live in an environment created, for the most part, by nature.

	Not that Peter really cared. He was raised in the woods 
and that was where he would live out his years. He had gone to 
the nearby city once. He picked up some useful items but found 
no desire to stay there. Unlike most others he had no need to 
be surrounded by people. The trip back from the city, laden 
with supplies, had been long and tough, so he had no 
particular longing to go back. He stayed in his house in the 
woods, where his parents had lived until their death, and 
didn't bother anyone. And the people, who had long ago deemed 
the woods to be haunted, hadn't bothered him.

	Another thing, Peter had no empathy with the animals. As 
far as Peter saw it the animals that mattered were either a 
food source or something with teeth that wanted to eat you. 
Sometimes he would watch the birds fly in the sky but he would 
also leave traps around the woods. When he wasn't hunting 
animals were just part of the scenery, like the trees or the 
sky.

	It was a day in late autumn. The wind was blowing hard 
through the trees and sent Peter's brown hair into disarray. 
The heavy coat he wore was keeping most of the cold away from 
his body but it was still chilly. Peter was checking his traps 
for one last time before he retired to the house for winter. 
So far he had no luck, all the traps were empty. There was one 
more to check, one last chance for some meat to shove in the 
refrigerator. If that was empty he would have to start 
butchering the farm animals that lived in the barn portion of 
the house earlier than planned.

	"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

	The scream brought Peter out from his pondering of plans 
for winter. His head swiveled around searching for the 
scream's source, a woman if he guessed right.

	"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"

	From the south, definitely the south, the direction of 
the last trap. Peter started to sprint, forgetting about the 
cold. The gun resting from a strap on his shoulder found its 
way into his hands. 

	He pushed his way through some bushes and stopped. A 
blonde woman on her hands and knees was wildly thrashing 
around as a wolf fucked her from behind. The wolf's forearms 
rested on her naked back, almost crushing her body into the 
ground. She screamed again as the wolf pushed its large 
swollen cock into her abused cunt. Peter watched, mesmerized 
by the sight of the beautiful young woman being raped by a 
large canine.

	As the wolf continued to pound its body against her, the 
woman's body was rocked by each thrust. Her modestly sized 
tits bounced in disarray. Peter wasn't sure but she seemed to 
have tears in her eyes. He was amazed that she had the energy 
to scream and struggle as her body was being brutally fucked.

	But quickly the energy fled her body and exhaustion took 
over. The woman offered no resistance as the wolf's large cock 
slid in and out of her pussy. Her head bent over in shame and 
tears fell to the ground but her body continued to rock under 
the wolf's powerful body. 

	She looked up for only a second and caught eyes with 
Peter. Her face racked with pain and despondency she pleaded 
in a quiet voice that traveled through the autumn air. "Help 
me."

	Not taking his eyes off her face, perhaps the most 
beautiful he had ever seen, Peter cocked his gun and fired a 
bullet into the wolf's head. For a brief second, in all likely 
hood from reflex, the wolf jerked around, pulling the woman's 
body along with it. Finally the large animal collapsed on top 
of the woman's body, it's swollen cock still taking residence 
inside her cunt. Unable to sustain the weight, the woman too 
collapsed.

	Peter ran to help her. He began to pull the wolf's body 
off of her but she told him to stop in a weak voice.

	"I've got to get this thing off of you ma'am. You don't 
look well."

	"Wait, before you do I got to tell you something."

	"It can wait until you're better."

	"No it's can't!"

	The force of her last statement made him stop. She 
couldn't be very strong, if she was using that much energy to 
tell him something he would have to listen. He waited, staring 
intensely at her face. Her blonde hair was a mess, but he 
couldn't help but think that she looked like one of the 
princesses in the story books his mother used to read to him 
from. If not for what he just witnessed he would have 
considered her a delicate example of beauty.

	"Please, listen to me. I have a curse. I'm not joking, 
you have to believe me."

	He would believe anything she said. If she told him 
trees could fly he'd be watching the air for flying elms. But 
he settled for saying ",I'm listening."

	"I have to have a cock in me to stay human. If I don't 
have a penis in my body, in my ass, my cunt or my mouth I turn 
into a wolf. That's why that wolf was fucking me, he thought I 
was a potential mate, but when his cock got put up my body I 
turned back into a woman."

	She was crying profusely now.

	"I don't want to be a wolf, it's horrible. And the more 
I stay like it the more I begin to act like one. I'm turning 
into a wolf... Oh god, you've got to help me. This is the 
first time I've been human in a year. No one wants to fuck a 
wolf, dogs, but no wolves. And I'm afraid if I do it with a 
wolf I'll forget about being human anyway and... Oh god."

	The woman broke down and wept uncontrollably. Peter 
wanted to make her feel better but wasn't sure what to do. 
Either she was delusional or she was cursed. Life in the woods 
had taught him long ago not to rule out any sort of magic. 
That damn magician at the end of the woods had turned at least 
six criminals seeking refuge in the woods into various animals 
to guard his fortress. 

	Peter sighed, the sight of the beautiful woman crying 
was making him depressed. "So what do you want me to do with 
this wolf?"

	"I don't know," the woman said between sobs. "I don't 
want to be a wolf again."

	"I could just cut off the cock."

	She gave him a mean look and he regretted his words 
instantly. Well, at least it kept her from crying. 

	"I'm not going to go around with a dead wolf's cock 
jammed up my cunt."

	"Oh, sorry. So what do you want to do."

	She up at him, her body still under the wolf's. "C-could 
you fuck me?"

	God yes, Peter thought. "Are you sure?"

	"P-please. I need to be human."

	"If you'll let me I'd be happy to fuck you. But let me 
just get this wolf body off you and I'll take you to my 
house."

	"B-but I can't go into the city naked."

	"I live in the woods."

	She made a silent "oh" with her lips. She hadn't 
expected that. Peter pulled at the wolf's body. It weighed a 
lot less than he thought it would. He was able to carry it 
with relative ease. He gave a final tug and the wolf's cock 
popped out of the woman's cunt.

	But the woman wasn't there anymore. In her place was a 
sleek female wolf. It looked up at him with pleading eyes, 
whimpering. Maybe, thought Peter, I'm going delusional.

	"Follow me," he said, feeling a bit foolish.

	Carrying the dead wolf's body he walked home.

***

	On the way back to his house Peter was beginning to have 
second thoughts. Maybe he had imagined the whole thing. It 
could just have been a hallucination brought about by need for 
companionship. He hadn't talked to another human in five 
years, a woman in eight. When his father had been his age he 
had been married for three years.

	Of course if he had imagined the whole thing it didn't 
explain why the female wolf wasn't trying to rip his throat 
out for killing her mate. 

	As they approached the house the she-wolf slowed in 
pace. The house was really two separate buildings under one 
roof. There was the farm area where animals and crops were 
raised to make the house self-sufficient. The indoor farm, the 
brainchild of Peter's grandfather and accomplished through 
indoor heating and sunlamps, took up ninety-nine percent of 
the structure, making the house seem incredibly huge when the 
actual living space was about average.

	Peter opened the door by taping in the password on the 
keypad. The door clicked open and Peter pushed it inward. He 
waited for the she-wolf to enter before kicking the door 
closed behind him.

	After depositing the wolf carcass in the freezer for 
emergencies, Peter retired to the living quarters. The living 
space was cut up into four small rooms: two bedrooms, a 
kitchen, and a living room with a fireplace. Peter walked into 
the living room, followed by the she-wolf. 

	Peter sat in his chair in front of the fire place. A 
small fire was already going so the room was bathed in natural 
warmth. The she-wolf sat in front of him, staring at him 
expectantly. He looked at the wolf, examining her every 
detail. Could she really be the beautiful woman from earlier, 
he wondered. He wanted to help her but he wasn't sure that 
shoving his cock into this oversized feral dog was the way to 
do it.

	Maybe he was just hoping. Fantasizing that he could see 
her again by fucking the wolf, as if that were all it would 
take to bring her into his life again, if she had ever existed 
in the first place. It was entirely possible that he had 
become so desperate to be with one of the princesses he 
remembered from the fairy tales that he was creating delusions 
for himself. Maybe the solitude was finally getting to him. 
Did he want to be the kind of man who could only get his 
pleasure by fucking animals? 

	No, he had to hold on to his self respect. Alone in the 
woods, he had to at least be able to tell himself that he was 
a normal human being. If he went around fucking animals he 
would bring shame on every generation of his family that had 
preceded him. His parents would spin in their graves.

	But what if doing so meant he could see the woman again? 
He could remember her face so vividly. She was so beautiful, 
so sad. He wanted to help her. She was afraid of losing her 
humanity, afraid she would be stuck as a wolf forever. He 
wanted to help her so much.

	Peter unbuttoned his pants and pulled down his zipper. 
Was losing his honor worth risking to be with the woman again? 
Peter decided, yes. He tugged his cock out from his underwear 
so that it hung freely in his sitting position. He looked at 
the wolf, praying that this would work.

	The she-wolf rose on all fours and took a step towards 
him. Peter had a momentary doubt, the thought of his dream 
woman seeming to be a silly fantasy when faced with this real 
wolf. As if sensing his hesitation the she-wolf walked forward 
toward him. Her head rested in his lap. 

	Her jaw suddenly opened, revealing sharp teeth within 
her mouth. Peter was frightened, thinking he had made a 
terrible mistake. The she-wolf moved her mouth so that his 
penis was suddenly resting on her mandible. Her jaws closed. 
Peter winced.

	But pain did not come. Afraid to look, afraid that his 
cock had been bitten off, Peter slowly opened his eye lids and 
looked down.

	The woman from before was kneeling between his legs with 
his cock in her mouth. It had worked! Both were silent as she 
slowly brought him to hardness with her mouth, massaging his 
shaft with her tongue. Her blonde hair seemed more in order 
now as her head bobbed between his thighs. He reached out to 
touch her face and she brought her hand over his own, guiding 
it to caress her beautiful features even as she took his 
manhood between her lips.

	She guided his hands down her body, across her neck to 
her chest. He cupped her supple breast as she reveled in her 
humanity. 

	Soon he was hard as granite and she disengaged her mouth 
from his cock. She pulled away. The moment her mouth left his 
cock she began to transform back into a wolf. This time Peter 
saw the process and had no doubts in his mind what he must do. 
He stood and removed his clothing. His hard member jutted from 
his body even as he knelt down to the wolf's level.

	Gently he lay the she-wolf on it's back. It was a little 
difficult, for wolves were not meant to lie in such a way. 
Once he was sure she was steady Peter began to search for her 
vagina. It took about thirty seconds of gentle prodding and 
caressing but Peter found it. He lined up his cock with the 
furry orifice and thrust forward without hesitation.

	The instant his cock's head penetrated her body the wolf 
reverted back to the woman. Considering that she had been 
fucking the large cock of a wolf but hours before the woman's 
cunt was surprisingly tight. Her eyes stared up at Peter with 
adoration.

	"Thank you," she whispered.

	Peter let her savor the feelings of humanity, not moving 
to pump his cock, allowing it to remain halfway in her cunt. 
He didn't mind, the sensation of being in such a woman's body 
was a wondrous experience. 

	The woman was caressing her own body, feeling the thrill 
of having arms once again. 

	"Thank you," she said again, tears of joy leaking from 
her eyes.

	Peter shifted the weight of his body so he could lie on 
top of her, supporting himself with his arms. He leaned 
forward and kissed her passionately. She seemed startled but 
returned his kiss with earnest. She pulled his body to her in 
a powerful embrace and wrapped her legs around his torso. 

	Peter began to thrust his already inserted cock further 
into her supple cunt. Their bodies shivered with pleasure as 
they allowed their bodies to join and experience one another's 
warmth. His thrusts were slow, allowing his shaft to slide out 
and return to the sanctuary of her welcoming orifice.

	Her limbs pulled him in tighter. She drew his body into 
hers as if she were afraid it would be taken from her the 
moment she let go. But there was no desperation in her embrace 
only determination. As their hips collided with each thrust of 
his cock she held him tighter. Their bodies pressed against 
each other, he could feel each deep breath she took by the 
movement of her naked breasts against his chest. 

	His cock continued its repetitive journey between the 
lips of her cunt. With each thrust their ecstasy became more 
intense as both felt their impending orgasms approach. She 
began to hump him back, causing a rhythm of crashing crotches 
as they eagerly pressed their throbbing sexes to converge. 

	The sexual rapture of climax filled their bodies 
simultaneously. Their groans of euphoria mixed into a symphony 
of elation.

	Once his mind began to recover Peter pulled the woman to 
him and rolled on his back, allowing her to rest on his body. 
Her exhausted body began to nestle on his form, her head 
snuggling into his chest. 

	Wearily she whispered ",Thank you" and fell asleep.

	Peter stroked a few stray hairs away from her face and 
joined her in her slumber.

****

	When the woman awoke she found that Peter's arms were 
lightly holding her body to his. She propped her head up with 
her hands and looked down at his face, he was awake.

	"Good morning," he said.

	"You should have woken me," she said, only a little 
cross.

	"Why? You looked so peaceful sleeping."

	"I want to enjoy every moment I can as a human before I 
turn into that damned wolf again."

	"I still can't believe you're a wolf."

	Her eyes began to mist up and Peter was instantly sorry 
he had said those words.

	"I'm not a wolf. It's a curse. I hate it. I hate it! 
Some stupid witch thought I was trying to steal her husband so 
she made me into a wolf. She said I could only be a human girl 
again when I had a cock in me. I've tried to get someone to 
fuck me for over a year. I kept getting shot at. I had to 
avoid traps to survive, kill animals to eat. I almost forgot 
what it was like to be human."

	She burst into tears and buried herself in his chest. He 
cradled her in his arms soothingly.

	"Don't make me turn back," she whispered, pleading with 
him.

	"I've got to take care of the farm eventually."

	"No, don't leave me. I can't take being a wolf again."

	"I won't leave you," he promised. He meant it. Peter 
didn't ever want to be away from her. "I have to do my work, 
but I'll always come back to you. Every day, I'll make sure 
you stay human as long as possible."

	She looked at him, doubt in her eyes. "Why would you do 
this for me?"

	He answered truthfully. "You are the most beautiful 
woman I have ever seen. I want to spend my life with you."

	She looked at him, shocked. She sat up, straddling his 
hips. He raised so that they faced each other. She looked as 
if she were trying to say something, but she was unsure of 
what. Finally she said ",You'll make me human every day?"

	"Every."

	She pulled his head to hers and kissed him.

***

	An owl landed on the window sill and looked into the 
house. The bird did this often, enjoying watching the humans 
inside interact. Also, the warmth was good.

	Very amicable, thought the owl.

	It had been many months since the woman who was also a 
wolf began living in the house. Each morning she would awake 
with his cock buried in her cunt, the member growing hard with 
the morning rush of blood. The couple would fuck and he would 
carry her to the kitchen where they would feed one another.

	Then the woman would get off his body, a sad expression 
on her face, and the man would get dressed. For a few hours he 
would work in the indoor farm before returning to the kitchen. 
The man dropped his pants and underwear first thing upon 
reaching the kitchen. He would sit in a chair and the wolf 
leapt into his lap. Slowly the man lowered the canine's ass 
onto his cock and the woman would reappear. The couple would 
eat lunch while the woman playfully gyrated on the man's cock. 
He made odd expressions when she gyrated, and the owl 
correctly guessed that she was feeling odd sensations herself.

	After lunch the man went back to work for another few 
hours before finishing for the day. Again he would take off 
his pants and underwear and go into the room with the fire. 
The wolf would again jump in his lap and he would lower her 
cunt onto his erect member. The woman would again reappear. 
They went to a closet and she would put on a dress she had 
made with a special slit down the back so she could put it on 
while his cock was in her. 

	The man would sit down again, the woman sitting on his 
lap, his cock snugly in her cunt, and they would go about 
whatever activities they wanted to for that night. Usually the 
woman read or made new clothing for herself. Finally they 
would return to bed and fuck before going asleep.

	Tonight the woman was reading a book. The owl was 
disappointed. When the woman was making clothing the man would 
playfully squeeze her breast or thrust his hip in order to 
tease the woman. When the woman read he did nothing, not 
wanting to distract her from intellectual pursuits. He kept 
saying how she should exercise her human mind.

	But this time the man did squeeze the woman's breast. 
She turned to look at him as best she could from her position.

	"What is it?" she asked pleasantly.

	"We've been together for three months haven't we?"

	"Yes. I believe so."

	"Are you happy here?"

	The woman's brow knitted in mock deep thought. "Yes, I 
think so. Yes, I very much like it here."

	The jesting tone was lost on the man. "Good, because 
there's something I've been meaning to ask you a long time."

	"The answer is yes, I love you. You mean as much to me 
as my humanity, and that you are the one to bring it to me 
every day is a gift from God himself."

	"I- I'm so happy to hear that."

	"I just thought you should know. I didn't want you to 
doubt it. You shouldn't have to question it."

	"No, it's not that. I was going to ask what you're name 
is."

	"Oh. I don't think I remember. I haven't used it in 
almost a year and a hal... Oh wait. I remember it! I remember! 
It's...."

	And the owl flew away home to it's mate.

END

	Peter and what's-her-name will return in "The Magician's 
Wolf" (nc, beast, and maybe a little mind control). An evil 
magician stumbles upon the two lovers and kidnaps whatever-her 
name-is for his own nefarious uses. Will Peter be able to find 
her? Will she stay a wolf forever? Or will she just be tied up 
and fucked a lot by dogs while the magician watches?
	Anyway, enough advertising.
	Why did this story have(rom?) in its story code? Because 
I'm sick and tired of seeing (nc?), that's why. Shouldn't the 
author know if it's nc or not? What, am I supposed to be in 
suspense about whether or not the nc scene is really nc? Well 
fine, then I leave you in suspense about whether or not this 
is romantic, because I'm not too sure myself. But unlike nc, 
rom isn't so easy to define. Nc is nc. Rom is in the eye of 
the beholder.
	Now for the interaction part os this message. I need 
your help in naming the woman! I never really thought about it 
so it's up to you. Send your suggestions to the e-mail adress 
below.
	feedback is appreciated. Send comments to...

aaalexi92@yahoo.com 

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