Bonk!tober Day 2: Breeding

Blake and Riley were still giggling as they slowed to catch their breath. Riley looked back, suddenly realizing she hadn't heard Jordan after the other girl fell. Looking into the gloom of the trail and surrounding woods, Riley searched for any sign of her missing friend or the scare-actor that had been chasing them. She found neither. "Jordan?" She called out, but the only reply was the sound of a wolf howling over the distant noises of the festival. Riley began to hesitantly move down the trail in the direction she'd last seen her friend. "Where are you going?" Blake asked.

"Jordan should have caught up by now, I don't see her anywhere. We should go back for her."

"Fuck that!" Blake replied, "She's probably flirting with that big guy, you know that's how she likes em. Or maybe she's hiding out there so she can scare us when we go looking for her." Blake said with a sneer, then called out, "It won't work, slut! Catch up or stay with your new boyfriend, we're going forward! Come on, Riley." The blonde turned to go, with Riley reluctantly following, not wanting to be left alone in the dimly-lit woods.

The two continued for several minutes, Blake leading the way and refusing to give Jordan the "Satisfaction" of looking back. The blonde cheerleader strode confidently forward, in sharp contrast to Riley, who had clearly started to get creeped out. "There's still no sign of her, or anyone, Blake! What if something happened and she needs our help? I really think we should go back." Riley's voice was almost pleading at this point. She wasn't brave enough to turn around and look for Jordan on her own, and both girls knew it.

"I already told you no, Ri! If that little slut wants to play games out in the woods, then let her. Besides, there was that dude in the wolf costume right there. If she got hurt, then I'm sure the staff are helping her and I don't want to miss the rest of this exclusive trail because she wanted to wear heels to a haunted house like a dumbass."

"What exclusive trail, B? Look around you, there's nothing here! I'm starting to think that guy at the front tricked us somehow."

"Why would he possibly trick us? We gave him what he wanted, didn't we?" Blake replied.

"I don't know!" Riley said, sounding just a little panicked, "Maybe he was one of those incels or something and just hates women! Maybe he wanted to punish us for skipping the line! Maybe this whole thing is some kind of --"

Riley never got to finish her thought. The sound of a twig snapping in the underbrush close by made both girls freeze. Riley looked terrified, while Blake's expression quickly shifted from surprise to a distinctly unimpressed look.

"Jordan, is that you? I don't know what you were thinking trying to sneak around us in the woods like that, but you might as well just come out now. You're not going to scare us." Blake's voice trembled ever-so-slightly on that last line, betraying a glimmer of fright. She opened her mouth to speak again when the moon shone out from behind a cloud, revealing a set of reflective eyes in the dark woods.

"Ummmmm, Blake?" Riley stammered, "I don't think that's Jordan."

As the two girls watched, the eyes were joined by a second pair, then a third as several large shapes moved in the underbrush. A low guttural growl filled the trees around them, sending a primal shiver down the spines of the two cheerleaders and making the shaved-down hair on their arms stand on end. Riley took a tentative step back while Blake stood frozen, mouth agape, before shaking her head and regaining her posture. She flashed a cocksure grin at the quivering Riley. Pathetic, watch this. Then the blonde addressed the werewolves in her cutesy voice, "Oooooo I'm sooooo scawed.. The big stwong wolfmen are gonna get me!" Blake turned, thrusting her ass in their direction and giving it a playful slap. "See, Ri? They're actors, they can't touch you! Ri? What's wrong?" Riley's eyes were wide as saucers as she took a trembling step back.

"B-b-b-blake I don't..." She was stammering. Ugh, this is why you're never in first, Ri. Blake gave her friend a condescending look but didn't turn around as three large, maybe 7 feet tall, figures rose up behind her. "Riley, honestly grow up. You're literally so pathetic! It's just PRETEND!" Blake started to laugh, a cruel sound, before a clawed hairy hand clamped down on her shoulder. Something had changed, and Blake could feel it, her haughty demeanor melting away like butter in a hot pan. She turned, trying to will herself to be angry, not scared, to be in control.

As she looked up, something warm and wet dropped onto her forehead and run down into her eye. "AH! What the fuck?!" Blake yelled, momentarily forgetting her situation. The gunk was thick and slimy, sticking to her hand in tendrils as she tried to wipe it away. It stank like dog breath and beef jerky. Spit, Blake thought, They fucking spit on me. She looked up with daggers in her eyes, not having to pretend to be angry for a moment, then stopped as she saw the figure up close. The werewolf stood nearly seven feet tall, his body all grey fur and corded muscle and bare but for a ragged and dirty loincloth. Drool fell from his bared fangs which from this close were clearly not just a prop.

As Blake stared up in stunned silence, another blob of drool landed on her, this time hitting her just below the left eye with some of it getting in her mouth. The blonde tried to spit on reflex but the hulking form above her struck. The hand on her shoulder suddenly grew much tighter as claws raked her skin while tearing away her athletic top. Blake heard Riley scream as another claw ripped at her skirt, tearing a slit down one side and destroying her thong. The blonde girl hadn't been wearing a bra since practice, sports bras always made you look flat and if the cold made her nip out a bit? All the better. But now she was left in only her skirt and shoes as clawed hands lifted her up and carried her, screaming, off the trail.

The forest moved around Blake in a blur. All around her, twigs snapped and wolves (werewolves) howled. Her captor had slung her over his shoulder so she hung facing his back. She saw the lights of the trail quickly fade as she was carried into the woods. The last thing her eyes focused on were her discarded and ruined clothes left behind on the trail. It was like watching her old life, her old world, be completely left behind. Monsters are real. Monsters are fucking real. It was all she could think as the thick trees flung her vision into darkness. She yelped as she felt a stinging pain in her ass.

Then another, and another! The branches, she thought. Her mind flashed back to some kink play she'd tried with a boyfriend once where he'd slapped her ass with a thin wooden switch. It had excited her then more than she wanted to admit, but now the sensation only served to remind her of how completely powerless she was in this situation. Suddenly, their run stopped. Blake looked around, trying to get her bearings. The air was thick with a musky animal scent, like a more earthy version of the men's locker room. As her eyes adjusted, Blake saw what looked to be several "pads" of animal pelts and shedded fur.

With little effort, her captor tossed her down on one, the piled furs breaking her fall. Blake flipped over, trying to crawl away in her desperation when *SMACK!* She cried out in pain. Something had just hit her ass hard enough she was sure it would bruise. *SMACK!* It happened again! Blake stopped trying to crawl away as the pain overwhelmed her, leaving the girl a sobbing mess for the moment. Blake heard someone sobbing and pleading, stumbling over their words in a panicked effort, before she realized it was coming from her. Strong hands grabbed her legs at the ankles, pulling her firmly onto the makeshift mattress. She felt her legs being spread apart and started to squirm again, whimpering. *SMACK!* Another blow to her rear and she was compliant again, her mascara running down her face with her tears.

A hand almost gently forced her head down, arching her back and making her rump stick up in the air. Blake's head was forced sideways against the ground, and she let out an involuntary gasp as she felt hot breath on her most intimate place. It was sniffing her. Then a louder gasp was forced out of her as she the beastman's surprisingly soft tongue reach out and lick her from clit to starfish. More of the strangely thick saliva coated her nether regions, and Blake felt herself let out a long shuddering moan at the sensation. Why does that feel so good? The hand returned to her head and she felt the figure behind her re-situating himself. OhGodohGodohGOD! But the head cheerleader didn't dare move for fear of being spanked again.

So Blake remained on the forest floor as she heard the wolfman behind her fiddle with something before a musty piece of cloth was tossed directly over her face. It stank. A smell like one of her boyfriends after a run, but a thousand times more potent; combined with another smell the young woman knew well. Precum. She couldn't bring herself to move to get it off lest the creature take it as a sign of resistance again, so Blake was forced to leave it there and breathe through it. Then, a familiar pressure began to mount at her quim. Oh God, he must be HUGE!

He was. Blake grunted and left out a despairing cry of "Nooooooo," as the monster behind her pushed forward into her unprotected cunt. The saliva helped a lot, but not enough. The werewolf was well-endowed. 10 inches long and over six wide, his cock flared out further at the base with a massive knot. Blake tried to breathe through it, knowing that tensing up would only make things hurt more. But every breath pulled in the overpowering odor from the loincloth over her face. Her head started to feel hot and fuzzy, like there were pinpricks all across her skull. Her tongue lolled out before she could think about it, lapping up against the loincloth. Behind her, the werewolf continued to slowly push his shaft into her tight cunt, drawing another pained moan from Blake as she was stretched. Then, she felt the base. Some part of Blake came back to herself. She recoiled at the taste in her mouth, withdrawing her tongue but leaving a long line of drool. She was feeling painfully stretched, but at least this was as bad as it got. She could regain her senses, she could escape this. The creature kept pushing. Blake's eyes widened as she felt something impossible.

It. Got. Bigger.

As the knot started to make its way into her, Blake fully began to panic. She looked around, trying to think of something, anything, to get her out of this. Riley. She was still out there, wasn't she? Blake tried to focus on her surroundings for the first time since being pushed to the ground. She heard a familiar sound towards the bottom of her line of sight. Oh thank God, it's Riley. She's here. She got help and we're going to be okay. Everything is going-- She saw Riley. The other girl was in no position to help. Riley was pinned down on her back a few yards from Blake. The brunette's pussy getting thoroughly destroyed by another werewolf. Her tits covered in scratches from the monster's clawed hands.

However, the only noises the poor girl was able to make were wet sucking sounds and the occasional desperate breath as the third of the wolfmen claimed her throat. Blake couldn't believe it. Riley's throat was visibly distending in the moonlight every time the creature rammed itself down her throat. The thing's balls sat firmly on Riley's nose, drawing back occasionally to let her breath before returning with a dull smack. Finally, as all hope left her body, Blake relaxed. *POP* The blonde, so recently on top of her world, let out a screaming orgasm as the werewolf fully buried himself in her. She felt herself spray but didn't care. It didn't matter anymore. Her tits began to bounce back and forth as her captor started to rut back and forth. She felt another orgasm building and began to move with her abductor, eliciting a pleased grunt.

Suddenly, she felt it twitch inside her. Her breath hitched. She knew what was coming. Or rather, who. Sure enough, the creature threw back its head and howled as a torrent of cum flooded into Blake. The wolfman was soon joined by his two packmates, who nearly turned poor Riley into a sputtering balloon as they filled her from both ends. The brunette was forced to swallow fast to keep from drowning, huffing madly against her oral invaders nutsack to keep air flowing.

As the frenzy of the rutting died down, Blake's mind started to piece itself back together. Fuck. She thought with post-coital clarity, I picked a really shitty day to skip my birth control.