Unbitten

Content Warning: werewolf fucking, transformation, size difference, breeding kink, mpreg, blow job, throat fucking, dubcon

Author's Note: I originally wrote and 3D illustrated this as a reward for supporters of my subscribestar! You can find me at subscribestar dot adult under the same username as here if you'd like to see the illustrated version!

You could never tell who had been infected with lycanthropy by light of day-- the truth of the condition was only apparent under the light of the moon. That should have made it easier to track down the infected, but the fact that a werewolf only lost control during their first transformation made them much more difficult to track down. Knowledge that any infected discovered within city limits got shipped off to some gulag a hundred miles away meant almost no one, no matter how morally upright, came forward if they got bit, too.

Rumors about an up-tick in monsters among the populace of the small riverside town where Evan was born and raised, combined with the secretive nature of the people involved, made it difficult to determine fact from fiction.

Claims varied as to a werewolf's diet. He'd heard it said that even when in human form they could eat only the flesh of men. Others insisted it was only virgins under the light of the full moon. Once 0r twice Evan had even overheard whispers of newborn children making up the monster's meals, but he dismissed that one out of hand. While people went missing all the time there was no way a bunch of missing infants wouldn't be all over the news, after all.

At a certain point you got used to living under a constant malaise of amorphous terror and living with the threat of werewolves became just another part of every day life for an average civilian like Evan. Sure, there was a curfew and a bunch of government agents nosing around the place at all hours, but at the end of the day the bills still needed paid so people went back to work.

Twenty-four and fresh out of college with few job prospects thanks to this new supernatural epidemic, Evan had moved back home and taken a retail job just to get by until he could find something better. It was late summer, so the sun didn't set until after seven, but months of living under curfew had given lots of people, not just Evan, the bad habit of cutting as close to the hour as possible.

He'd cut it close on refilling his car's gas tank, too.

"Fuck!" the man swore as his elderly Honda Civic rolled to a stop on the side of the road and died. The gas light on the dash had died out years ago and Evan had been so busy lately he'd completely forgotten to check his fuel gauge when he'd left for work that morning.

The sun was sinking fast, tinging the clear sky overhead tangerine and gold while Evan debated on what to do. Option one, camp out in his car overnight and hope no werewolves noticed him there and tried to get in. Option two, high tail it up the road to the nearest gas station to ask for help.

The thought of hunkering down in his car for eight hours while monsters and the US government roamed the streets was too much for Evan so he kicked open his car door, locked it behind him, and started off at a quick jog. He took a detour through an industrial neighborhood to avoid an accident that had backed traffic up on the main road and he wasn't super familiar with the area but he was pretty sure he remembered there being a gas station a few streets down.

Evan had forgotten to take into account that the blocks were much larger in this part of town than normal business or suburban areas, though, and as the shadows deepened between the buildings he broke out in a sweat that had nothing to do with the exercise he was putting in to reach his destination before dark.

"Come on, come on, come on--" he mumbled to himself as he jogged. Clad in work boots, artfully tattered jean shorts, and a zip-up hoody Evan hadn't exactly dressed for a run, but he was fit enough that he wasn't short of breath yet.

Desperation made the man bold and he took a right down a path between two buildings into what turned out to be an absolute warren of alleys, chain link fencing, and industrial cooling units instead of the short-cut he'd thought it was. The sun set and chill moonlight filtered down from between the towering buildings while street lights began to flicker on in the distance. There were only a few sources of light around Evan, though-- mostly above factory doors and emergency exits, so he pulled out his phone and turned on the flashlight app, pulse racing with fear and regret for his foolishness.

Fuck it, he thought and turned down an alley he was pretty sure he'd already been down. No way I'm making it to the gas station I'll just go back to the car and pray I guess.

Evan reached a dead end and swore under his breath as he realized he had been wrong thinking the alley was a familiar one, but barely had time to turn around before something dropped from a roof to hit the ground behind him with an ominous thud. Terror froze him in place for a moment while he watched the werewolf rise to its hind legs and begin its approach, luminous eyes fixed, unwavering, on him.

"No, oh no no no," Evan gasped as his faculties returned to him and he stumbled backwards to throw himself at the nearest door. It was locked, as was the next one he tried, but before he could make it back to the alley that had lead him into this trap the werewolf cut him off, looming between him and freedom like a dark omen of the nightmare to come.

The beast was huge-- eight feet tall, heavily muscled, and covered in black fur with a long snout and the slow, frightful grace of a deadly hunter.

Evan's back was drenched in sweat when he pressed back against the wall, shaking now and he could tell the wolf knew too from the way it raised its black nose to scent the air. "W-wait! Please, don't! Please don't eat me, I'll-- I'll do anything," he begged, praying that enough of the man the creature was by day remained to listen.

The werewolf stepped into the moonlight and Evan was able to see it clearly for the first time. The long claws, the white fangs, the fleshy sheath that hung between the wolf's muscular thighs just above a heavy set of balls... the tip of its purple-red cock peeked out of the sheath, a lone flash of color among all that dark fur to draw Evan's eye like a beacon.

Helpless prey before a deadly predator, Evan's survival instincts kicked into overdrive, and where he'd already frozen once, the animal part of him didn't choose fight or flight...

It fawned.

"A-anything," Evan repeated breathlessly and dropped to his knees before the wolf. It was close, now, and likely would have grabbed him if not for his unexpected display submission. It seemed to catch the creature off guard, buying Evan the opportunity to lean forward and take the tip of the wolf's cock delicately between his lips, suckling at it lightly as he glanced up from under his lashes to gage its reaction.

The wolf was silent for a moment, staring at Evan with those great, luminous yellow eyes while the young man lapped and sucked subserviently at his budding arousal. After a moment, the beast's eyes slid closed and a low, satisfied growl echoed up from the barrel of his chest.

Evan shuddered at what desperation had driven him to but he didn't stop sucking, even as the wolf's cock continued to grow and gradually slide out of its sheath under his servile ministrations. He could be ashamed of himself later-- for now he'd do just about anything to keep the wolf from biting him, fatally or not. Bites were how lycanthropy was passed from wolf to human so as long as he kept it distracted with other things maybe he could make it out of this alive with his humanity in tact...

For a few minutes Evan thought pleasing the werewolf would be easy enough, but the revelation of just how massive its cock was made him realize the difficulty of the trial he'd undertaken for his survival. The shaft, fully erect and free of its sheath now, was easily as long as his forearm with a knot bigger than his fist beginning to blossom at its base. The man did his best, but while he'd given plenty of head in his day, no human dick even came close to measuring up to the thing gagging him now and it was obvious the wolf found his efforts lacking.

Evan tried to pull free for some air, but he'd barely gotten more than a breath before the wolf grabbed his head with massive, clawed hands and dragged him back into position so he could fuck his face. It was a brutal act that strained Evan's jaw and brought him to the very edge of blacking out while the monster rammed as much of its dick into his mouth as physically possible, forcefully navigating past the bend and down his throat to fuck him like a cheap cocksleeve. All Evan could do was kneel there and brace his hands against the wolf's thighs while it pistoned in and out of him, maw hanging open and tongue rolling while it took its pleasure.

Finally, it came, head of his cock so far down Evan's neck the man couldn't even taste the semen it pumped into him-- all he knew was it was a lot. An entire minute passed while the beast groaned and panted through his orgasm, heavy balls pulsing and twitching as they emptied themselves. The resulting load sat hot and heavy as molten lead in Evan's stomach and the man retched when the werewolf dragged its cock free of his mouth, feeling like he'd just had a feeding tube the size of a fire-hose removed.

The man sagged onto his hands and knees, trembling and drooling freely as he fought to catch his breath, throat fucked so raw he doubted he could speak, let alone scream for help.

"There," he rasped, voice barely above a rough whisper. "Now please, just... just let me go," he whimpered and looked up at the wolf again.

Between them, though, stood the monster's cock, still throbbing and erect as if he'd never come at all. The thick, glistening shaft was a monument to animal virility and, staring at it, Evan came to the sudden realization that his shorts were absolutely soaked with a load of his own. He'd been so busy hanging on to consciousness he hadn't even noticed his own orgasm and experienced a sudden rush of shame at getting off from being used as a werewolf's fuck toy.

The werewolf grabbed Evan by the neck and forced the man down onto his hands and knees, bestial strength rendering any sort of resistance utterly futile.

"No," he gasped, certain what was coming next. "Please, I--" the wolf's long claws cut through Evan's clothes like so much tissue paper and a quick jerk left the man completely naked before his captor. He yelped at the sudden chill, but the werewolf's hand on his neck kept him firmly in place until it left him just long enough to join his other in grabbing Evan by the hips and jerking his ass up into the air.

A long, hot tongue lathed over the man's hole and he let out a cry that turned to a reluctant moan of pleasure in spite of himself as the sensation persisted. Hole thoroughly wetted and warmed, the werewolf lowered Evan's hips again until the man squatted on hands and knees before him, ass presented like a bitch in heat begging to be bred.

Evan implored the creature to stop but he ignored the man and mounted him from behind, tip of his swollen cock sliding up along the cleft of Evan's ass to nudge at his twitching hole. However desperate his pleas, the man's much smaller cock hung painfully erect below him, freely leaking pre-come in anticipation of the brutalization about to commence.

Truth was, Evan enjoyed some rough play, but what followed was far beyond anything he had ever experienced. The wolf didn't ease his way in the way a human might, but forced his cock past the tight ring of muscle and into the hot, tight sheath of Evan's body beyond in one violent thrust that would have made the man scream if he'd had the voice left for it.

As it was, the rough way the wolf took him punched the air from Evan's lungs and left him winded, rigid with shock as the monster brutalized him so all he could do was choke and sputter for breath while his eyes rolled back in his head. He'd never taken more than a normal human cock up the ass before so the werewolf's was a revelation, stretching him well past what he should have been capable of without tearing outright.

He didn't though-- in fact, the once tight ring of muscle quickly warmed so the wolf was able to pound ruthlessly into him without much resistance, glans raking roughly back and forth along Evan's prostate and driving him to a second orgasm in the matter of a few moments.

The man howled and tightened reflexively around the wolf's shaft as he came, thin seed spilling across the ground beneath him where he crouched like an animal in the height of mating season, eyes wide and unseeing, mouth hanging open-- an unintentional mirror to the monster currently sodomizing him. The werewolf grunted and leaned in closer, covering Evan's body with his own while it thrust quick and shallow against him, endeavoring to force the man's ass to spread wider yet to accept the knot at the base of his cock.

"It won't fit," Evan rasped weakly. "It won't fit, it won't--" his hole gave one last mighty stretch and the wolf's knot popped inside, granting Evan as sense of fullness he'd never before experienced and dragging a low, whimpering moan from his lips. Trembling like a leaf as his body threatened to go into shock again, Evan remained locked in place under the wolf while thick, hot seed poured into his belly, the heat of it radiating outwards until he felt filled with it from head to toe.

Still folded over him, the werewolf lathed the back of Evan's neck with his tongue and the man shivered. Not in repulsion, as it probably should have been, but something else-- a dim sort of acceptance of this new status quo.

The moon rose higher overhead until it flooded their secluded little corner with bright, white light and Evan felt the heat in him intensify in response. Something was changing. The night seemed less dark and the scents in the air around him were sharp and clear, including that of the wolf behind him. He'd thought it'd only smelled like dog before but its unique scent had so many more layers than that now.

They remained locked together like that for some time, the wolf humping and griding against Evan's ass the whole while and the man's fear faded under the onslaught of the pleasure and newly awoken instincts rising within him.

Evan moaned when the werewolf finally pulled out and he was able to sag forward against the ground at last. He wasn't the same as when they had started, though. His fingers were longer and the nails had begun to thicken and grow into points. His face too, was changed-- jaw and nose lengthening into a sort of proto-muzzle while his ears shifted higher up his head and his legs began the transition from plantigrade to digitigrade.

But it didn't bite me, Evan thought distantly, horror at this early stage of his transformation only an echo of what it would have been minutes before-- no doubt muffled thanks to the changes in his brain. Werewolves were definitely intelligent, but their concerns tended to be more animal in nature and they lost their ability to comprehend human speech, if not intent, under the light of the moon.

Humans thought the monsters lived to hunt, but his eyes opened at last, Evan now knew they lived to mate as well.

Slowly, he turned to look up at the wolf that had claimed him and found it watching him in a way he now understood as pleased. It picked him up, eager to hurry Evan's transformation along, apparently, and impaled the changing man on its thick shaft once more. Face to face with his new mate, Evan locked his legs around the werewolf's waist and rode him like his life depended on it.

The beast was incredibly strong, easily taking Evan's weight while not only standing, but fucking up into him with hard, rhythmic thrusts. The werewolf took Evan by the wrists so the former man could lean over backwards, offering a new angle for his mate's cock to ravage his still slender, but increasingly furry body.

Another orgasm for both of them, but while Evan's mate snarled and pumped a load into him, Evan's orgasm built and released deep inside of him, producing no seed at all. The reason for this became obvious when they parted again and Evan entered the final throes of his transformation.

His cock was gone. Not just hidden in a sheath like his mate's, but gone. It had been replaced by a thick-lipped pussy already wet and ready to be fucked-- perfect for a wolf's he-bitch. How else were they supposed to start a new pack?

Transformation complete under the light of the full moon, Evan's thoughts slid away from the man he had been into those of the bitch he had become. Covered in golden brown fur, Evan gladly submitted to his new mating instincts and knelt before his mate, lifting his tail and presenting the other wolf with his need-slick cunt.

Again, the black wolf mounted him, though this time his overwhelming girth slid home into the velvet embrace of Evan's new, virginal hole with glorious ease and both lost themselves to the unique pleasure of their joining. They grunted and moaned through their mating, free to chase their basest, most animal instincts in the dark of the night until, at last, just before dawn, the black wolf came again with a long, low howl.

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Months later found the werewolves in the same place and position, the black wolf fucking his golden mate with single minded vigor and copious amounts of seed that would carry them through all the way til dawn.

Now, though, the mating was done purely for pleasure. The black wolf's seed had taken root in Evan's new womb that first full moon and now his belly was swollen with the first of many litters. Worries about the inevitable birth that plagued Evan by day were erased by moonlight while his mate pounded him from behind so fiercely his pup-heavy belly bounced in time.

Life was so much simpler as a wolf's bitch.