Ravaged

A/N: This story contains two transgender characters (FtM & MtF). It also features piss and mild blood.

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Lucy was on edge. She was quickly starting to regret staying late at work. She'd missed the bus, and without the money for a cab, she had to walk home. The cool night breeze blew beneath her skirt and tickled her long bare legs. She pulled her cardigan tighter around her shoulders, but the thin fabric did little against the chill.

She lived on the edge of town, in a run-down apartment in an even more run-down neighborhood. Her path would take her through downtown, then past the forest that edged the backside of several blocks. While her neighborhood wasn't great, she generally felt safe in her home and walking the streets at night. It wasn't the people that had her on edge, it was the animals.

All her co-worker Melinda could talk about this last week was the animal attacks. The woman had insisted it was wolves going after lone girls at night. Seven girls had come forward with scratches and bites to prove it. The official news reports said it was likely feral dogs, as there hadn't been wolves spotted in their area for over 70 years. That didn't calm Lucy's nerves, though.

The streetlights became less frequent, until she was walking along the dark road with only the light of the full moon to guide her way. Her pumps clicked along the sidewalk in an even pace.

Lucy eyed the dark line of trees caging in the town. The houses to her right were quiet, but the forest opposite was silent. Scarily so. Not even the crickets were chirping anymore.

The snap of a twig froze her in place. Lucy fumbled for her phone in her jacket pocket. She turned the flashlight on and spun around to shine it where she thought the noise came from. Her heart rate spiked. The light illuminated only leaves and insects, penetrating only a few feet before the darkness swallowed it again.

"Just get home. You're almost there," she told herself. She began to walk faster, hoping to reach the familiar road sign.

Lucy nearly jumped out of her skin when she heard the bushes rustle beside her. She turned on her flashlight again, swinging it around wildly in the dark.

"Who's there? Don't you come any closer," she said, her voice squeaking. "I- I have pepper spray, so don't get any ideas!" The flashlight caught on something in the darkness, a flash of golden eyes that made her gasp. She turned to run.

Lucy only heard a snarl as the thing in the woods charged after her. It was a deep, guttural growl that gave her goosebumps. She made it only a few yards before the thing tackled her from behind. Her phone went flying from her hands, landing with an expensive-sounding crack.

Lucy sprawled onto the concrete as the wind was crushed from her lungs. Her attacker landed on her back. Her throat tightened, eyes welling with tears as she kicked against the massive beast on top of her. Whatever it was, it wasn't a feral dog. She'd never seen a dog this big. Her meager attacks did nothing to stop the thing from grabbing her by the arms and dragging her across the pavement toward the trees.

"No, stop! Stop it! Let me go," she shrieked. She hoped anyone might hear her and come running to her aid. She was out of luck.

Only when they were deep in the woods, where only the barest hints of moonlight filtered through, could she see her attacker. Pale silver light illuminated a massive, sparsely furred head with enormous teeth and pointed ears.

Lucy gasped in fear as she felt it's oddly human hands tug on her shirt. She flailed her arms, but the thing caught her and pushed her back against the ground.

"Leave me alone!" Her words fell on deaf ears. Clawed hands worked under her tank-top to fondle her breasts.

"No," he growled, so low that it rattled her skull. She clenched her eyes shut. He left long burning lines where his claws scraped her tender flesh. A huge wet tongue licked her jawline and throat.

"Pretty girl," the wolf-man cooed. Tears began to fall down her cheeks.

"What- what do you want with me?" She was ashamed of how shaky her voice was.

"Horny." The monster used his strength to tear her shirt down the middle. Her bra was torn as well, allowing her tits to flop out into the cool air. She whined with fear and squeezed her thighs together.

Lucy didn't have a chance to squeak out a plea for mercy before she felt the monster's teeth grab her shoulder. His jaws clamped down hard and he rolled his hips against her belly. His big head shook back and forth like a dog playing with a toy. It hurt, but a secret part of her lit on fire as she felt him break skin. Her dick started to plump up in her panties. Not even the copper scent of her own blood could soften her erection.

When he released her, she fell back panting and crying. Her shoulder burned and it hurt to even flex her hand.

"My pretty girl," the monster said in her ear. She shivered.

Whatever she expected next, it wasn't for him to straddle her head. He forced her to look up at him, at the hulking mass of coarse black fur that held her captive. Just above her, between the monster's thighs, was a small pink organ jutting out. It couldn't be bigger than her thumb, but it seemed plenty big when it rubbed against her cheek and left a trail of slick on her face.

"Suck," he ordered.

Lucy tentatively parted her lips, but the impatient wolf-man forced himself into her mouth, filling her with the taste of musk, sweat, and pussy. She sucked in a breath through her nose. The wolf-man's dick was a throbbing three inches that left no room for argument. Lucy gagged on instinct.

His fingers tangled in her hair, holding her head in place for him to face-fuck her. He pumped in and out with an animalistic fervor that made her squirm. If she wasn't so terrified, she would have found it hot. Fear didn't stop her blood from boiling with arousal. Especially when she heard him groan with pleasure.

He didn't seem to care about her whimpering. If anything, it spurred him on to thrust harder. It was hard to breathe, buried between his thighs and forced to suck on the wolf-man's cock.

"Grr, yes," he snarled above her. "Take it, pretty girl. Take my dick."

Lucy rubbed her thighs together. She hoped he hadn't noticed just how aroused she was. Something about being beneath him, caught by his musky, sweaty body, it turned her on in a way she'd never experienced before. She almost wished he was still groping her tits.

She whined around his girth. How long did he plan to hold her hostage?

It seemed endless. Lucy lay there helpless beneath him while he took pleasure rutting her mouth like an animal. She felt dizzy. It was hard to breathe buried in his flesh and fur.

The wolf-man's pace faltered, then he was surging forward. He knocked her head against the ground with the force of his thrust. He buried his cock in her mouth and howled as he pulsed hot and slick against her tongue. He seemed to shake with the force of his orgasm.

Lucy rubbed her tongue along the short length of it. It throbbed in time with the short, hungry rolls of his hips.

"Good.. good girl." The praise made her cheeks burn. She looked up at the wolf-man's face, his long tongue lolling out of his panting mouth.

He didn't pull away immediately. He held her head in place while he smeared his slick up and down her face. His dick quivered against her cheek. He rubbed himself back and forth until her make-up streaked down her face from the sheer amount of fluids.

Lucy lay there gasping beneath him. All she could taste was his cock, still hard and throbbing above her. All she could smell was his musk.

When he pulled back, she half-expected him to let her go. Instead, he turned around and sat back down on her mouth. She moaned as she was made to bury her tongue in his pulsating pussy. Meanwhile, his head nosed between own legs. Her flimsy cotton panties ripped easily in his teeth. He lapped at her cock, then licked lower and lower until she gasped with surprise. He'd found her hole.

Any anxieties about cleanliness were swiftly kicked out the door when he pushed his tongue into her. Lucy moaned and spread her legs for him to bury himself further. He didn't hold back, his long tongue dragging against the inner walls of her ass in a way that made her shake.

She hoped he took mercy on her. Her dick was hard and pressing against the side of his face, leaking pre-cum on his hairy cheek. He didn't seem to care.

The wolf-man licked deeper and deeper into her hole, tasting parts of her no one ever had. She cried out her pleasure into his dick, which kept pumping in and out of her mouth at a steady pace.

Her orgasm took her by surprise. He'd pressed his tongue right against her prostate, sending electricity up her spine. Lucy arched against his heavy body. Her cock spurted a pitiful amount of cum in comparison, splattering his neck and shoulder. She gasped for breath against his cunt, finding only more slick and flesh.

Her legs shook in his hands as she writhed and begged wordlessly for mercy. When he let up on her hole, she felt spread open, on display for the whole forest to see. He stood above her. His hole glistened even in the darkness.

Lucy was left panting on the ground, her muscles spasming through the strongest aftershocks she'd ever felt. She didn't even care about the branches and rocks pressing into her back as she squeezed her thighs together. Her dick kept twitching, drooling cum on her bare belly.

The wolf-man didn't leave her just yet. He stood over her like he was observing the mess he'd made. One of his big, hairy hands parted his outer lips, showing his dick again. She half-expected him to face-fuck her again.

The splash of piss took her by surprise. It was hot and acrid, splattering across her chest and soaking into her torn clothes. She raised her hand in surprise, but it did little to protect her from the onslaught. It even splashed into her mouth.

"Mine," the wolf-man sighed as he relieved himself on her ravaged body. He massaged his groin while he did so. For two minutes, his piss sprayed down onto her, marking her. And she lay there and let him do it. She didn't know why.

When the stream abated, she opened her eyes again.

"You remember that, pretty girl. You're mine." He gave her one last lick, tasting his own urine on her cheek. Then he left her there.

Lucy didn't move from her spot on the forest floor until he'd run off into the night, leaving her soaked in piss and cum. She stood on shaky legs, like a newborn fawn. Without the heat of his furry body, she was cold. The breeze caught her again and she shivered. She needed to get home.

It was a slow walk the last two blocks to her house. She was grateful not to see anyone else out so late at night.

Her shoulder wound burned as she clutched it tightly. Her cardigan was clinging to her skin, barely covering her scratched chest. She would need to shower, and no doubt throw out her ruined shirt and panties. She wasn't even sure if the rest of her clothes could be saved. Maybe they would reek of werewolf piss forever.

Finally in the safety of her apartment, she collapsed against the door and wondered what the fuck had just happened to her.