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clementine

WHEN THE GATE opened, nothing was revealed on the opposite side except a grass hill. In the distance there were trees. It was autumn, chilly outside, and the trees were shedding their leaves, half bare against the night sky, easy to see in the bright light of the white, fat, full moon.

There weren't any wolves to see, not at first.

Then, I saw movement and my eye darted towards it.

I'd seen them before, the werewolves, in videos and news reports. And I guess, I'd seen them up close, when I was a little girl, but the thing was—there were just missing parts of that night, the night that my mother died, things entirely blotted out, probably by my own subconscious, to protect me.

I knew what they looked like.

They didn't really look like wolves. They had snouts and ears and teeth, but they had the capacity to stand upright, like a man. They could lumber down on all fours, but they didn't necessarily always run like that.

They were huge. It didn't make sense, right? It defies the laws of science. You can't just create mass out of thin air like that, but when the change happened, boom . There they were, bigger. There was some theory that they had to eat a higher amount of calories before and after the shift, that the energy had to come from somewhere, but most governments had made it illegal to experiment on the wolves or to study them in laboratories.

I saw one, out there, moving forward, muscles rippling under his fur, gleaming in the moonlight, graceful and lethal.

My heart leaped into my throat.

And then he stood up straight and there was his erection.

I'd seen that, too, but I'd always found them kind of comical or oddly horrific, in the way that erections always seem to look, I suppose. I had to be in a certain state of mind to find the look of a penis arousing.

His cock was red and huge and weeping and just sticking out, obvious and enormous as he moved through the darkness, and I couldn't stop staring at it.

My body tightened in a strange way.

I thought, for some very strange reason, about how I would like to put the head of that huge, hard, weeping red cock in my mouth .

Suck it, just suck it and suck it, try to get as much of it as I could into my mouth. It looked too big, like I'd barely be able to fit it in my mouth.

And that was when I thought about how it would feel in my pussy, how it would stretch me and fill me up and I couldn't help but let out a little gasp.

Noah nudged me with his shoulder again, chuckling softly under his breath.

I glanced at him.

He winked at me, a knowing sort of wink.

I shifted on my feet, turning back to the open gate. There were other wolves, now, and I could see them melting out from between the trees, some of them in little clumps of three or four wolves. All of them were staring back at us through the gate.

"This is different," said Noah softly.

"What?" I said.

"Usually, there's two lines of them on either side of the gate and we run out between them and they're on us before they even shut us out here," said Noah. "Why are they in those little groups like that?"

I didn't know.

But the tithes were moving. Most of them were taking off their clothes, folding them up and handing them off to a guard as they went through the gate. It was up to me if I wanted to do that. If I didn't, I had been told it was highly likely my clothes would be ripped up and destroyed out there and then I'd have to find some way home naked tomorrow. But if I took them off now, the guards who were here could all leer at me the way they were leering at the tithes who were heading out.

Of course, I guess they probably perched up top of the wall and watched us get fucked, didn't they? I was going to go have sex outside in a field, with a bunch of werewolves, practically in public.

When it was my turn, I took everything off and handed it over.

Noah was talking to the guard as I was stripping down. "What's going on with them? Why aren't they doing anything?" He nodded outside the gate.

The guards shrugged. "Who knows? Who understands those things?"

I looked back at Noah just in time to see him drop his pants, to see his hairy legs and his hairy genitalia, which might have been technically female but didn't look particularly feminine to me, somehow. Maybe I stared too long.

Noah pressed into me from behind, naked. "Staring," he teased.

"You look…" I turned around. "Good."

He laughed into the nape of my neck. "Down girl, there's lots of wolf action to go around." He gave me a nudge. "Probably."

I walked through the gate, and I saw that the other tithes were standing in a line, most of them with their arms crossed over their breasts, and their legs together, covering themselves.

The wolves prowled around on the perimeter, not one of them making any sort of move towards us.

I walked until I fell into line behind the tithe in front of me and then I stood in much the same way, trying to cover my nakedness, looking out at the wolves surrounding us.

Noah stood next to me, but he had his hands on his hips, not covering himself, and I decided I didn't want to cover myself either, so I put my hands on my hips too, and then I started seeing other tithes doing the same thing.

We waited.

"What the fuck?" muttered Noah.

One of the other tithes yelled out, "Something wrong with you this month?"

A wolf darted out, grabbed the woman, tossed her over his shoulder and leaped off into the trees with her as she squealed.

A moment passed, and then it was as if we all decided to move at once.

The tithes took off in all directions and the wolves came after us.

I didn't know where I was going or what I was doing. Noah had said it was dumb to run, but I was running. I ran, past wolves, past other tithes who were running, past the trees.

I ran past a wolf whose nostrils pricked the air and then turned to come after me.

I ran faster, looking over my shoulder at him. He was behind me, running behind me, chasing me, but he wasn't overtaking me. I got the impression he was just keeping pace behind me, letting me run.

I went even faster. I crested up over another hill, wove through the trunks of trees, and when I looked back, there were two other wolves behind me too, flanking the first one.

I was out of breath. I was getting a stitch in my side.

Why was I even running?

I stopped. Just like that, I came to a halt, at the crest of the hill, between the trunks of two tall oak trees which had both left a carpet of leaves in a circle on the ground. In the light of the moon, they looked purplish instead of red and orange .

I panted and the three wolves moved around me in a circle, sniffing the air, sniffing me, looking me over.

I should have been cold, but I wasn't. Maybe it was because I'd been running. Maybe it was because of being a tithe, the way it had altered my body.

The wolves stopped circling all at the same time. Their tongues hung out of their mouths, long and flat and purplish in the moonlight as well. They panted, too. They seemed to pant in anticipation, though.

Or was that why I was panting, too?

One of the wolves nudged me from behind with his snout. He was gentle but firm and he pushed me onto my knees.

The wolf in front of me stood up straight and there was his cock, one of those huge, red wolf cocks, right in front of me, at eye level. I opened my mouth, running my tongue out over my lower lip.

The third wolf wormed his nose in and licked me, licked my neck. It was a startling sensation, warm, wet, a little scratchy because his tongue was textured, and it wasn't the least bit unpleasant.

I moaned.

The wolf at my back nudged me again, nudged me forward, nudged me toward the cock in my face.

And there was another lick, this one lower, below my arm, a wolf tongue on the wall of my breast, and I gasped at how very nice that felt before I obligingly put my mouth on the wolf's cock in my face.

He tasted like something wild and salty and yet, somehow, clean, like crispness of the air around us or the leaves on the ground, something good. Eagerly, I took the head of him all the way into my mouth and began to bob on him, sucking the wolf's cock fervently.

He threw back his head, let out a howl, and put one clawed paw into my hair as the other wolves started licking me in earnest, both of them dragging their tongues over me. The one at my back bathed my neck and my shoulders while the one at my side began to lick my breasts. I loved that, the feeling of the long, flexible, textured wolf tongue against my sensitive nipples. I moaned around the big cock in my mouth as I was teased and pleasured.

The wolf at my back licked his way down my spine, licked his way to the globes of my ass and then nudged his nose between the cheeks of me to delve in and lick me there.

It felt good, but I was frightened. I suppose I'd known that was going to happen, that I was going to be penetrated there, in that hole, too, but the thing was, I was still—stupidly—a virgin, because I'd never managed to take care of getting rid of my virginity.

Panic went through me and I spit out the wolf cock and stumbled up to my feet. I started to stagger away.

The wolf who I'd been sucking—he had black and silver fur—came after me. He caught me, his claws digging into my arm, poking into me, leaving little points of red blood.

I gasped. It hurt, but… it was different. The pain felt interesting in some way, intense, almost pleasant. I'd never experienced such a thing, but I stopped and let it wash through me as I felt it, and as I did, the little wounds healed up on my arm.

I wavered on my feet, watching that.

The black and silver wolf, put a claw under my chin, forcing my face up to look at him. Then, gently, he pushed me back down on my knees, and he urged my face back onto his cock.

This time, his clawed paw in my hair was holding me in place. This time, he was thrusting his cock into me, fucking my mouth as I sucked him.

The other wolves were there, too, and the wolf behind me returned to licking long stripes up between the cheeks of my ass, licking the pucker of my hole there, and I just let it happen this time. I was still afraid, still unsure that I wanted it, but the cock in my mouth was more insistent now, and I couldn't concentrate on anything other than the times it lodged itself so deep down my throat that it made my eyes water.

The final wolf nipped my breasts, dragging the points of teeth over me, and that hurt and felt good and I cried out around the cock in my mouth.

It went on like that for a while, the wolf tongue that was lewdly licking my freaking asshole dipping into it sometimes, pushing at it. The stretch… it was that same kind of good/bad pain feeling, and I leaned into it.

The intensity of all of it began to layer on top of itself. The wolf at my nipples nicked them with his teeth and the cock at my throat gagged me and the tongue pushed into my asshole, and each one was another layer of sensation, building on top of each other, like a brick wall, one layer at a time, except it went up faster and faster as they kept at me.

And then the wolf licking my breasts reared up and presented his cock. He rubbed it into my skin for only a few minutes before he was coming all over me, bathing me in a rush of hot, thick wolf semen, all over my breasts.

Four layers of bricks slapped into place.

And then I gagged. (Another layer)

And then a stretch at my asshole. (Another layer)

And then I came for the first time.

Without any stimulation anywhere I would usually need to come. And it was good, too, a very nice orgasm that swept through me and made me tremble all over.

As I was riding it, the cock in my mouth drove itself deep into my throat and started spurting, and I swallowed that down as my body clenched again and again on itself and as a wolf tongue drove itself into my tight asshole, stretching me.

The wolf in my mouth withdrew his cock. He settled down on all fours, looking into my eyes.

I let out a series of high-pitched noises, still riding the twitches of my orgasm.

He rubbed his forehead into mine. The other wolf did it too. That wolf was a russet color.

The wolf licking my ass stopped and nudged me again, nudged me down onto my hands and knees.

I waited, thinking I'd be mounted now.

But he nudged me again, harder, so hard that I stumbled forward.

The wolves surveyed me, tongues hanging out, waiting.

I waited too.

And then, I didn't know what drove me to it, but I pushed off like a sprinter and took off running.

They came after me, howling.

I felt it when I was tackled, and it hurt, but I liked it. Their claws were in me as they turned me onto my back. The russet wolf mounted me, slipping the hard hugeness of his reddened, swollen cock into my pussy.

The black and silver wolf started licking me, licking my pussy while the russet wolf fucked it, and the other wolf—he was gray—mounted my face and I gagged on his cock as he thrust into me.

They fucked me and licked me like that for a long time. It was bad—it should have been bad—certain times I couldn't breathe because of how deep the gray wolf was down my throat. The cock in my pussy was huge, and it battered me as he took me, and the tongue on my clit was the scrape of teeth as often as it was gentle.

But I came four times, like the orgasms were torn out of me. Each one was more intense than the last, and eventually, I felt the russet wolf coming inside me and then the push of his knot trying to inflate and lock himself in, but the black and silver wolf took him by the nape of the neck and yanked him off me.

I thought he was going to mount me next. He knelt between my spread thighs and licked my opening. Then he dipped down to lick my other opening, and I thought he was going to fuck me there.

But then he backed off. They all just settled on their haunches, and the black and silver wolf's erection had actually flagged, and the russet wolf was licking the bulge of his knot, whining. The gray wolf licked my face, almost affectionately, a few times, before leaving off and curling up next to me.

I sat up, looking them over.

Now what ?

They all surveyed me, and I remembered what Noah had said about how it was that there was a group that got you first and then there was another group who got the sloppy seconds. I stood up. "Is… are you done with me, then? Is it different wolves' turns? Th-they said…"

The wolves just eyed me.

I pushed to my feet. I was covered in come, and a lot of it was dripping out of my pussy, and I could taste them on my tongue, but I didn't feel sore or hurt, so that was something. I shrugged at them. "Okay, well, um, thanks, I guess. That was… I mean, it wasn't nice, but it was… nice. It felt…" I felt stupid, but I gave them a little half-wave, and then I started to walk away.

I walked off, and then I looked back. They were still sitting there, all of them.

The gray wolf yipped at the black and silver wolf.

The black and silver wolf yipped back.

I halted, waiting.

And then the gray wolf sprang up, coming straight for me.

I cried out, and I started running again.

It was stupid.

He caught me right away, and he dug his claws into my hips and then he pressed his thick, fat huge wolf cock into my pussy.

I hadn't been fucked by just one of them yet, hadn't been able to have the sensation concentrated in just one place. It was overwhelming, not entirely pleasant, but there was lots of pleasure threaded through it, and the pleasure began to overtake all the other sensations.

He dug his claws into my hips, and that hurt, and I felt the pain, but then the pain began to pulse in a rising sensation, in service to my growing orgasm, which was building up like a storm gathering over the sea.

I clenched hard on the intruding member inside me, my orgasm harsh and fierce.

The wolf fucked me faster and deeper as I let out keening cries and words. I was saying "fuck" a lot, like, "Oh, fuck that's good, that's so fucking good," like that.

I was pretty sure they could understand me, even if they couldn't really talk. But I guessed I didn't understand exactly what the transformation was like for them.

The gray wolf's cock battered me as I came and my orgasm began to extend, stretching out, little tremors that just kept coming until…

Oh, God, they started to intensify again.

I'd never had an orgasm like that, one that just built on itself again.

It was a churning wind, twisting about, kicking up the waves of a choppy sea, and I hit another pinnacle—a pinnacle so intense that I'd never felt anything quite like it in my life—and I screamed out hoarsely as he pulled his cock out in the wake of it.

He pressed the head of his cock against my asshole.

I shrieked in protest. I tried to shy away.

He dug his claws into my hips and held me firm and pressed into me, but not all the way. Just the head of him, just the tip. He pressed in and he spurted into me and then he retreated. He used a paw (a hand?) to spread his ejaculate around, all over my opening, and I knew it was there to lube me.

I felt stupidly grateful. I got up and turned and ran my hand down the center of his pelt, which was when I realized he was like a muscled man under there, with nicely defined pecks and a firm set of abdominal muscles.

"Oh," I said, and I put both of my hands on him, petting him, exploring him. "Thank you," I breathed.

The gray wolf nuzzled the top of my head affectionately.

But now the other wolves were there, too. The black and silver wolf and the russet wolf came in to lick me, dragging their big, long wolf tongues over my breasts and belly and then down to lick over my pussy.

It sort of tickled, and I found myself giggling, sinking my hands into their fur, petting each of them, which they all seemed to like. They leaned into it, and they let me stroke them, but it also seemed to turn them on or something .

They got more frantic with their cocks, licking each other's cocks, rubbing their hard, red, swollen members into my skin, and getting more and more frenzied.

The gray wolf shoved me down on my hands and knees again, harder than he had last time.

I cried out.

He penetrated my asshole.

It hurt.

I couldn't make noise. I just let the pain climb right up the center of me, all the way into the middle of me, unable to even breathe.

Then, it was as if the pain burst, like the same mechanism as an orgasm, but when it burst, it burst into a rush of falling confetti.

My clit spasmed sympathetically, and then I came.

The gray wolf started to thrust into me there, panting at my neck.

The black and silver wolf moved in front of me. He picked me up, shoving me backwards into the gray wolf, so that I was upright instead of on my hands and knees.

The gray wolf put one paw under my breasts, clawed fingers spread out against my rib cage, and held me in place against him as he continued to fuck my tight asshole hard.

I mewled. He felt good there. My ass was sensitive in a way I'd never quite explored.

The black and silver wolf slipped his cock into my pussy.

I cried out.

Oh, that was so much pressure, so much in me, so very, very much .

In moments, I was pinned between their muscular chests, as they fucked me from the front and the back.

The russet wolf nosed in to lick me several times, but then he loped around behind the gray and silver wolf, mounted him, and plunged into the black and silver wolf's ass. They both howled.

Then everything just got more intense.

It went on for a very, very long time.

I came, and then I came again, and then I came once more, and the orgasms were so intense that I felt occasionally as if I was blacking out, that I couldn't handle the pleasure and would lose little moments of time to the intensity of it.

I felt the black and silver wolf come inside me, and I felt his knot began to swell. He urged it into me, though, not stopping himself, and it inflated and tied us together.

The other wolves yipped at him when they realized what he'd done, as if they disapproved. The black and silver wolf didn't look as if he cared. He looked damned proud of himself. He bent down, folding himself in half, and licked us where we were joined, licked and licked and—

The other wolves exchanged places.

I took the russet wolf in my ass and the gray wolf fucked the black and silver wolf, who seemed to like it if I petted his fur and the back of his neck and his head as he was getting slammed into from behind. He licked me, long lines up the side of my neck and even over my face, and I liked it.

I liked the way his knot felt in me, nice and secure and good. I liked coming around it, because that happened several times as the russet wolf had his way with my ass.

Eventually, everything stopped, though, and no one was fucking me.

Instead, I lay on my back on the ground, the moon beaming down on us, with my legs spread and the black and silver wolf knotted deep inside my pussy, and they all licked me there. The black and sliver wolf licked us where we were joined and the other wolves did too, licked my pussy, licked the base of the other wolf's cock, licked and licked and licked.

And I came some more, and these orgasms were sweeter, reddish warm and soft and lovely.

When the black and silver wolf's knot receded, they curled up around me, me in the center of their warm and soft fur, and I fell asleep.

They slept too.