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Petra and the Wolf
by Demonna (address withheld)

***

Petra, 20 years old, is working at a kids activity camp 
in the New Forest, England, over the hot dry summer of 
2003. She is enjoying the work, but it's a busy job and 
on her afternoon off, she decides to go for a walk alone 
in the forest. She is missing her boyfriend and the 
privacy she has at home, and when she arrives at a 
secluded clearing her sex begins to make its demands and 
she decides to take the opportunity to indulge in a 
little masturbation. The scent she gives off attracts 
some unexpected attention and she ends up getting more 
than she bargained for. (F/beast, nc, rp)

***

As the last remaining echoes of the kids' excited shouts 
and chatter faded away up the trail, I breathed a sigh 
of relief. The other leaders were taking them into 
Brockenhurst village for the afternoon, and I was free 
to enjoy my time off at last.

I was 20 that summer, about to start my second year at 
UCL, and working over the holidays at a children's 
activity camp in the New Forest. I'd taken the job 
primarily because I needed the money, but also because I 
had been anxious to get out into the country, after so 
much time spent in London over the past year. I had been 
here two weeks so far, and was enjoying the work, but 
God were some of those kids a handful. T

here was one group whose favourite nightly activity 
seemed to involve seeing who could stay up the latest 
(and invariably, make the most noise) without getting 
tired, and it felt as if none of us adults had managed 
to get a proper night's sleep in days. Still, the pay 
was good, and bar one or two days the weather so far had 
been perfect. Much better to be out here, I thought, 
than to be sweating in the city.

Now I was free for the afternoon, and suddenly aching to 
get out of the camp for a while. There were a couple of 
places I had spied the other day when we took the kids 
along the trail through the forest, but had not had time 
to explore, and now my adventurous spirit was urging me 
to discover them. Being a girl who liked her own space, 
I was also anxious to find somewhere I could be by 
myself, and no sooner had the others left than I hurried 
straight to my tent to change into my expedition 
clothes: a blue striped shirt knotted above the midriff, 
dark denim shorts, and sturdy brown boots. I combed my 
long, curly auburn hair into a ponytail, and tied a 
bandana around my head to shield it from the sun.

On my way out, I met Tom Scott, the only other leader 
who hadn't gone on the excursion, busily clearing away 
some of the sports equipment. He looked up to 
acknowledge me with a friendly smile as I went by. 
"Going out, Petra?"

I stopped to adjust the knot at the front of my shirt. 
"Yep," I answered, "I'm going for a walk in the forest."

"On your own?" He raised his eyebrows. "You'd better be 
careful."

I glanced at him. "Why?"

He smiled again, and rolled the tennis ball he was 
holding from one hand to the other. "Haven't you heard 
about the legend?"

I hesitated. I didn't really want to become involved in 
a conversation with him, but I had to admit he'd piqued 
my curiosity. Eventually, I gave in. "What legend?"

He grinned. "Just a story they tell round here. They say 
there's a wolf that lives in the forest, you know."

"Oh, like in the fairy tales?" I couldn't help smiling. 
I was known at home for my courage and fiercely 
independent character, and it had been a long time since 
I'd had someone try to scare me.

He shrugged. "It's just what I've heard. There've been 
attacks over the years, that's all. Some say there's a 
whole group of them. Oh, and maybe I should warn you..." 
His voice dropped a tone. "It seems they're particularly 
partial to women."

That did it. "Oh, I see." I rolled my eyes. Some boys 
will do anything for a chat with a girl, I thought. 
"Well, thanks for the warning, but I'm afraid I'll be 
going anyway." I was careful to keep smiling as I turned 
to leave. "I'll be back in a couple of hours. I'll let 
you know if I run into any wolves."

"Don't get bitten!" I heard him call after me as I left.

I made my way out of the camp, still smiling wryly. One 
of the other girls, Laura, had warned me beforehand 
about Tom. He had a bit of a reputation, but was all 
right if you knew how to handle him. No doubt someone 
had told him that my boyfriend, Alex, was in Turkey for 
the summer with his family. I wished I hadn't let that 
fact be known.

I set off into the forest. The hot afternoon sun beat 
down, and I was grateful for the shade of the trees. The 
papers were saying this was shaping up to be the warmest 
August on record, and apparently the whole of western 
Europe was sweltering. I didn't mind the heat. I had 
always loved the summer, and today it only meant I was 
less likely to run into anyone who might disturb me on 
my walk.

Sure enough, I met hardly anybody as I ventured into the 
woods. I kept to the trail at first, but I'd come here 
looking for somewhere I could be completely alone, and I 
soon turned off the path in search of a quiet place to 
sit. After winding my way through the closely knit trees 
for a while, avoiding low branches and protruding roots, 
I came to an opening in the greenery where a bank of 
rocks and pebbles led down to a shallow brook. The 
clearing was large but deserted, surrounded on all sides 
by trees, and shielded from the pathway by a dense 
network of overhanging branches. I smiled to myself. I 
had found my retreat. I stepped carefully down to the 
clear, babbling water, and sat down on the bank beside a 
large boulder.

I rested my head against the cool smoothness of the 
rock, and drew up my knees. After such a busy few days 
it felt wonderful to be here on my own, and with a happy 
smile I let my eyes drift closed. I breathed deeply, 
feeling the dappled sunlight on my face, listening to 
the soothing sounds of the forest all around me. Then I 
thought again of Alex, and felt that familiar soreness 
in my chest. I missed him. He was the first boyfriend to 
have made love to me, and this separation was proving 
harder to endure than I had anticipated. I didn't just 
miss his company. My body continued to demand his touch, 
the feel of his soft kisses, and this was not turning 
out to be easy to manage while at camp. I had been 
unable even to pleasure myself at night since I had got 
here, seeing as we leaders slept in communal tents, and 
my need for release had grown strong.

I sat up suddenly, and looked around. I was entirely 
alone in this part of the forest. There was not a soul 
to be seen. My pulse quickened and I felt my pussy 
moisten at the prospect of an orgasm. It had been weeks 
since I'd had any satisfaction. My clitoris tingled, all 
at once aching to be touched.

I couldn't pass up this chance. Quickly I stood and 
stripped my shorts and panties down to my ankles. I 
settled back against the rock and opened my legs, 
feeling the cool air on my naked, shaven sex. With a 
sigh, I slid a hand down between my legs and began 
rubbing my clit. At last...The sensation was delicious, 
and I moaned softly. Thinking of Alex, I ran a finger 
between the lips of my cunt and pushed into my tight 
hole, already slick. I could feel the warm, healthy grip 
of my young muscles as I stroked my finger gently in and 
out. 

All the tension that had been building up inside me over 
the past two weeks began to dissolve as I groaned with 
the pleasure of at last being able to indulge like this 
again, knowing that my climax was going to be explosive. 
I tried to remind myself that I must be quiet, in case 
someone happened to come by here after all, but I had 
gone so long without this that I didn't want to hold 
back.

I was never to make it that far, in the end. A deep, 
guttural growling, loud and very close by, awoke me from 
my trance. I looked up, and felt the blood in my veins 
turn to ice. About six feet away, staring at me 
hungrily, stood a large grey wolf.

I screamed. Scrabbling madly, I backed up against the 
rocks behind me. I knew at once that I was trapped, that 
there was nowhere for me to run. The wolf began to slink 
toward me, white teeth bared, and I felt a slackening of 
my pelvic muscles. A hot trickle of piss slid down the 
my thigh. I watched, rigid with terror, my heart 
thumping uncontrollably, as the wolf edged right up 
close to me. He pushed his nose into my slippery crotch, 
and rubbed. Instinctively I raised a hand to swat him 
away. He was faster, seizing my shirt in his teeth, 
jerking me forward. I tumbled to the ground, into the 
dry dirt and pebbles.

I made to scramble to my feet, and slipped. Half-blind 
with panic I tried to claw my way up the rocks on my 
hands and knees. I screamed again, hoping that by some 
miracle I just might be heard, but no-one answered. No-
one was near. Then I froze, as I felt that cold nose 
again, nudging at my exposed pussy and bum-hole from 
behind, sniffing my scent. I shut my eyes as the long 
rasp of the wolf's tongue licked over me. 

Half-faint with fear, I started to cry. I half-crouched, 
half-lay there trembling, terrified to move as the wolf 
lapped at my sex, licking it up and down; his long 
tongue folding inside me, slurping and probing. It felt 
like sandpaper. He growled every now and then and all I 
could think was, he's going to kill me.

I sank down on my front, sobbing, both hands covering my 
face. I was certain that I was about to die, that this 
was the end. Then I squealed, as the wolf's teeth nipped 
at the flesh of my thigh, breaking the skin. I felt 
blood dribble down the back of my leg. The wolf nudged 
and prodded at me, urging me back onto my knees; dizzy 
with terror as I was, I obliged, not understanding. 

He pawed at my bum and next moment I felt a heavy weight 
slither up onto my back, felt sharp claws dig into my 
sides as this beast mounted me. By the time I realized 
what was happening and began to try, shrieking, to 
struggle free it was too late. I felt something hot and 
pointy jabbing at my sex. I tried to fight, but the 
wolf's front legs gripped me hard around the waist and 
as he pushed and shoved, I felt his warm cock penetrate 
me, sliding up into my body.

I screamed in anguish and disgust as this massive canine 
brute fucked me. He pinned me down in the dirt, humping 
furiously, pounding his cock into his new-found bitch 
for all he was worth. His member felt so huge I feared 
he might split me in half, yet as my rape went on I 
could feel him growing even thicker and longer inside my 
cunt, stretching me until the pain became unbearable. 

Then, I felt something truly horrible: the mating knot 
at the base of his cock, expanding, swelling like a ball 
inside me. It grew and grew, tying me to him, fusing our 
bodies together. Making me his. Mercifully, I fainted. 
The last thing I felt before I slid into blackness was 
the first powerful jet of hot cum being shot into my 
womb, as long spurts of the wolf's foul seed began to 
flood my insides.

When I awoke a number of hours later, I was alone. The 
sky was turning a soft, dusky lilac colour as night 
fell, and the forest was quiet save for the chirping of 
the birds high up in the trees. Grimacing, I rolled my 
aching, battered body over and sat up. My shorts and 
panties were nowhere to be seen. My shirt hung in 
tatters, my back and sides stinging from dozens of 
scratches, some of them still bleeding. A gooey mixture 
of blood and wolf spunk seeped steadily from my ravaged 
cunt-hole.

I pushed myself shakily to my feet, my legs still 
trembling. As I began to walk, taking small wobbly 
steps, in the vague direction of camp I realized that I 
would never really know if I had been raped by just one 
wolf, or if a whole pack had come along to have its way 
with me.

After all, I thought dimly, I had heard about the 
legend...

END

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
anyway shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of
the scenarios in this story; should seriously consider
seeking professional help.
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