A Wolf in Sheep's Clothing

Straw

Life for the farm men and women in the city of Skeldale was thought to be safe. Little did they know that just beyond the treeline was an evil that would shake this genteel city to its core.

During the day the city bustled with life, especially in the many markets that filled it. All around Skeldale were small villages and ranches, which supplied the city with its varying goods. The cobblestone roads were lined with vendors, wagons full of fruits and vegetables, and a heavy flow of patrons. There was a buzz in the air. The sounds of people talking, salesmen hawking their wares, children laughing.

Cities like these are the only place you will find all types of farm folk amongst one another. Pig men bartering with chicken women, sheep children playing with goat children, all was commonplace here. Farm folk tended to stay with their own kind. There was no need to intermingle their districts and villages, they worked much better separately. They did not despise one another, but retreating to their clusters at the end of the day brought everyone comfort.

Nightlife in the city was a complete invert of daylife. The streets became barren and quiet. An eerie quiet that caused women to shudder and men's hair to stand on end. Frequently, the only thing to be fearful of in the dark was the dark itself.

This was not one of those nights.

Unbeknownst to the patrons in a small tavern near the outskirts of Skeldale, danger lurked right outside, hidden in the shadows.

The exterior of the tavern was dimly lit by the streetlamps all around. Lively chatter could be heard coming from inside. The night was clear and the air crisp. "A perfect night," he thought devilishly. Adjusting his tall tophat, he took extra care in concealing the tall protruding ears, stuffing some wool under the rim and making sure each tuft was in place. Next he fixed the long coat and propped up the collar, concealing his snout. Finally, he stuffed wool around his neck and waist.

The large wooden door creaked loudly as it opened into the quaint tavern. Upon entering, he took note of the few customers strewn about in the seating to the left. On the right side, behind a horseshoe shaped bar, was a pig woman barmaid. Looking rather bored while wiping the inside of a pitcher with cloth, she didn't notice the large man with the tall top hat enter.

He took this lackadaisical error to look her over. This was his first time with a pig woman before him, close enough to smell her. Her face, round and slightly pink, with pig ears protruding from the top of her head, and a pig snout adorning the center of her face. Lovely light brown hair fell past her shoulders and onto her voluptuous breasts. Looking down her waist, he paused at her thick hips that were smothered in her long dress. The barmaid's flesh looked tender and soft, and the thought of running his hands over it drove him completely mad. "Would tonight be the night?" "Is she the one?" "How can I get her alone?" Questions flew through his wicked mind.

Finally noticing the man and giving him a faux-friendly smile, she called out to him. "Hello then, and what'll you be having?"

For a second the idea of leaving crossed his mind. "It could be too risky," he thought, but turning to leave he threw a second glance at the pig woman's bosom. Deciding then, that in fact, she had to be his first. Walking over to the bar, his gaze never left hers. Once there, he leaned in and whispered, "I'm actually looking for something other than alcohol to comfort me. Do you know where I can find some company for the evening?"

Looking away as if she was in thought, he took the moment to admire her pulsing neck. How he couldn't wait to have his hands around it, to feel it pound against his palm. Turning back to him with a sheepish look, she said "I don't usually do this, but I could use some extra coin."

Bending over the bar with her head on her hand, her breasts looked even more ravishing as they squeezed together. Looking at him in lust she whispered, "I'll keep you company tonight". How incredibly lucky for this fiend.

"Oi you lot!" she called to the few patrons with an accusatory look. "I'll be back in a bit, don't make a mess of the place!". Coming around the bar, she met her john and placed her arm around his. She tried to peek around the tall collar obstructing his face, but it was no use. "Bit of a shy one," she thought to herself.

"I've got a straw shack out back. It's in a sad state, but it'll do nicely." How perfect tonight was indeed. His prey was leading him away, where he could have his way with her. Oh, the awful things he planned to do, his excitement was showing.

The barmaid, ever naive, thought herself lucky. It would be easy money, all she had to do was show this sheep man a good time, and after closing the tavern she'd awake the next morning a bit richer.

Leading him down the back hallway, they reached another large wooden door at the end. Letting go of his arm, she opened the door and held it for him as he returned to the night. The air reinvigorated his racing mind. A short ways away stood the small straw hut, the moonlight revealing its sad state. Following the short gravel path, they reached the hut.

Throwing open the door, the pig woman started towards the bed. A twin sized, dusty bed sat lonely in the center of the shack, barren except for a small comforter and old pillow.

To the right, moonlight crept in from a large window. Closing the door, he slid the latch, locking it. Turning around, there she was, straddling the bed, looking him in the eye, beginning to slowly reveal her full breasts. "So mister, do you have a name?"

"I'd prefer you didn't use my name, you may call me 'Sir.'"

"All right then Sir, what's your pleasure?" Her hands stopped at her sternum and pulled the dress firmly. The tattered fabric wrapped tightly around her breasts, just under the nipples. The sight was spectacular, and thrilled him completely. He could hardly contain himself. This was it, everything he had dreamt about for so long.

Approaching her he demanded, "Close your eyes." "Aww, you are a shy one. You don't have to worry about me." "Close your eyes!" he said again with more force and a demanding look.

Complying with a small huff, she leaned back onto her elbows, raising her entirely towards the man. Kneeling before her, he took off his long jacket, exposing his wolfen tail. Tufts of wool dropped all around.

In an instant he was grabbing her upper torso, and pulled her forward. The pig woman's gargantuan breasts pressed up against his face. They were warm and soft, and the smell of her flesh was intoxicating. Taking them in his hands and bringing them together, he began rubbing his face back and forth against them, feeling their softness on his flushed cheek. Pulling away, he found one of her nipples and brought it to his mouth. The sensation made her inhale slightly. While beginning to suck he started kneading the delicate skin with his hands.

Quickly, he pushed her onto her back and straddled the poor woman, not wanting to keep his hands off of her for more than a second. Returning his face to her breasts he squeezed harder, digging his claws into her skin. "Easy there!" she exclaimed. Not wanting to ruin this in haste, he loosened his grip. The top hat he adorned began to slouch and fell off onto the bed beside him, his furry ears erect and twitching.

Unbuttoning the dress the rest of the way off, he exhaled sharply as he took in the sight before him. Lovely curves, her waist thin but hips large. Like a perfect pear, ripe, juicy, and ready for taking. Here it was, his plaything for the evening.

He ran his hands from her knees slowly down to her thighs. Savoring the sensation of her girth beneath his hands, he felt his erection pushing uncomfortably against his trousers. The wolf loosened his pants, before taking them off. Ripping her undergarment off he pressed his clothed flesh against her fat mound. Easing down on top of her he began kissing her neck, sweetly and gently, while removing his cock from his undergarment, ready to enter. Once in position, he bit her neck with his sharp teeth, which the jacket collar had hidden before. At the same moment, he slipped the beginning of his meat inside.

Exclaiming in pain the pig woman opened her eyes, ready to nag this john to pieces, until she saw them. The sight of the fuzzy ears protruding from his head made her understand she was going to die.

"WOL-" she attempted to scream, but his hand was quicker. Shoving three of his long, dense fingers down her throat kept her from finishing her cry for help. Gagging and trying to pull away only made the wolf shove his fingers deeper.

With complete effort, she tried to push his hand and face away, but adult wolves were ten times stronger than even the strongest of pig men. Blood entered his mouth from the poor barmaid's neck, the only sound her desperate gurgles, which only excited him more. The warm, metallic taste sent him into a frenzy of sheer thrill and delight.

While lapping up blood, he began thrusting deep inside her. This poor pig woman, without a chance. Their anatomy was much too small for the full length of a wolf, and she would surely die as he forced the entirety of his mass deep in her warm orifice. He had always wanted to watch the life fade from a dying pig woman's eyes, and his excitement was evident.

As the wolf worked on getting the full length of his cock inside, a knock came at the door. "Everything alright in there, Piper?" called a man's voice from behind the door. The pig woman bit down hard on the hairy fingers and the wolf retracted them, yelping like a hound.

"WOLF WOLF!" she cried, exasperated. Not wanting to leave his victim before finishing, he began frantically thrusting, desperate to complete the task so he could flee.

Turning to look at the door, he could see it give slightly as the man on the other side slammed his body into it. He would have to abandon his very first victim soon, but he wanted to savor Piper as long as possible.

The pig woman who had been previously trying to escape his grasp went limp. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head. He gave a curious look. "What's this?" he thought "This doesn't look like dying, but rather... pleasure."

Small moans escaped her lips and a look of pure ecstasy erased the frightened expression she wore before. "Are you enjoying yourself, my piggy slut?" the wolf asked playfully. "Don't... stop..." was all she could muster. But it was too late.

The door flew open with a crash. The wolf dove towards the window. The barmaid called after him. "No please!" she said, reaching out to him, begging for more. The wolf threw himself through the window, the crash echoing into the night. He ran off as the straw hut collapsed behind him. He may not have gotten to kill his first victim, but the sweet smell and tender flesh would not soon leave his mind. A question also infatuated him - why had the barmaid begun to enjoy her encounter? This would not be the last, oh no. He was, by all accounts, addicted to the thick bodies and sweet scent of pig women, and he would be damned if this was his last encounter with them.