Pete doesn’t have an erection. He is too terrified to have an erection. I have no idea how she is actually going to have sex with him. She plays with him some more. To the delight of her audience, she pulls him across the floor of the cage by the leg in her mouth. He tries to reach out for the bars but she’s already pulled him too far away from the sides. The wolf girls cheer and howl.
Then she licks his face with her big dog tongue. He cringes and swats her tongue away. Then she pins down his arms and licks his face more, covering him in slobber. Her jaws are stretched so wide that it seems like she could fit his entire head into her mouth.
He whines as she licks his neck and chest. He is bawling as she deep-throats his entire arm. The crowd is getting really into it. Not because of what she is doing to him, but because of Pete’s reaction to her. They have probably not met a man who has been this terrified of them, who has been this tormented by just the foreplay. His fear seems to be turning Alyssa on, as well as turning on many of the women in the crowd.
Pippi is no exception. In fact, she seems to be the one most enraptured by Pete’s suffering. She kneads my shoulders with her claws as she watches, giggling like a crazed school girl.
Alyssa licks his entire body until Pete calms down. I notice that he’s getting an erection now. Although he is repulsed and terrified by the large wolf woman, his body can’t help but react to the stimulation. She sucks his entire dick, including his testicles, into her maw. Her wolf eyes glare up at him as her tongue works itself around him. When she releases his penis, it is fully aroused.
The crowd stops being rowdy. They quiet down, get serious. This is the first time I’ve ever seen anyone have sex. I’ve never done it or seen anyone do it. I know how it works, but the closest I’ve come is just masturbating to pictures of naked non-wolf women in the pages of McPlayboy Magazine.
Everyone appears to be turned on. Even Nova on the other side of the crowd seems to have forgotten all about me and has her eyes locked on the cage. I am even beginning to get a little turned on myself, as I see their bodies press together in the cage.
Although Alyssa is huge, and more wolf than human, there is something erotic about her. Her features are not as bulky and masculine as some of the other more beastly women in the camp. She is massive, but her body is feminine. Her wide curves, exaggerations of the female form. Her thighs and hips are big and round, her waist is thin, her arms are slender.
As she puts his penis inside her, I realize that it is her chest that is turning me on. The only spot on her body that doesn’t have hair is her chest and belly. Although her breasts are proportionate to her body, they seem enormous when they are pressed against Pete. They are each bigger than his head. She pumps slowly against him. Her breasts and belly are already drenched in sweat. The rest of her body is that of a monster’s, but her human parts ooze with sexuality. As her plump breasts slide against her round belly, I can’t stop myself from getting an erection.
Already, I can see the change happening. Brown fuzz is appearing on her breasts and stomach, filling in the bare spot. But even though hair is growing in, I’m still turned on by her body.
As she fucks Pete, Alyssa growls and moans. Pippi digs her claws in and out of my shoulders with each pumping motion that Alyssa makes. Her growls become louder as she fucks him faster and faster. As she nears the climax, the tension rising in the crowd, her body begins to rapidly transform. Her muscles bulge and pop under her fur. Her teeth grow longer. Her muzzle widens. Even her size is expanding as she gains more and more mass.
Pete squirms beneath her. As if he can feel her changes vibrating through his body. Perhaps he can even feel the muscles expanding from inside of her. As she orgasms she howls out in a more painful pathetic way, and all of the wolf women howl with her.
When she is done, she collapses on top of Pete. The crowd cheers. You can hardly see any of Pete beneath her enormous body. A big dumb smile stretches across Alyssa’s lips as Pete wiggles beneath her. Pippi claps and hops up and down behind me, yanking on my choke collar with each jump.
It’s over. Pete made it through alive. It didn’t seem so bad from my perspective. I haven’t experienced it for myself, so I don’t know what it felt like. But it looked more pleasurable than anything else. If anyone, Alyssa is the one who has it bad. For one moment of fun, she had to sacrifice more of her human appearance and become even bigger and hairier. Now she doesn’t resemble a human anymore at all, apart from being able to walk on two legs. But Pete, he just had to lie back and enjoy himself. I will have to ask him how he felt about it once we’re back in the cage together.
The crowd begins to dissipate. After witnessing something like that, I’m surprised they aren’t all so turned on now that they don’t all want to take their own turn. But they seem to be satisfied with just watching. Perhaps it’s rude to interfere with Alyssa’s moment in the spotlight.
When I look over to my right, I notice the little girl is still sitting on the ground next to Guy. They are playing marbles in the dirt. Neither of them has been paying attention to Pete or Alyssa.
It is funny to see Guy sitting there, playing marbles with his usual serious expression on his face. He messes with his mustache as he flicks marbles at other marbles. The two of them do not say any words to each other. They just play the game. The little girl smiles a lot. She seems like she’s having a lot of fun. Guy does not seem like he is having any fun.
“Wait,” Alyssa says, her voice deeper, coarser.
The crowd stops and looks back at her.
She lifts herself from Pete. “I can feel it. I’m close.”
The crowd returns, gathering around her.
“I’m going to keep going,” Alyssa says. “I’m about to turn.”
The wolf women are silent. Their faces become solemn. The only ones who make noise are Pippi, giggling with anticipation behind me, and Slayer, who yells out, “I get all of your stuff, then.”
The others glare at Slayer and Pippi for their rudeness.
Pete cries, trying to wiggle out from beneath her. She holds him down and glares into his eyes. She grabs at his penis, trying to make him hard again. It is too flaccid. Her paws are much less human now. They have difficulty curling around such a small piece of meat. She barks and snarls at him. He screams. There’s no way she is going to get him up.
I look over the cage at Nova. She is staring at me. Her face is generally concerned and apologetic. She seems to want me to watch her instead of the cage, as if she doesn’t want me to see what is about to happen. But I already know what is about to happen. Even Pete knows.
Alyssa drools into Pete’s face, growling, angry that he can’t get an erection. Her pelvis thrusts at his crotch, craving him, frustrated that he isn’t already inside of her. Instead of his dick, she goes for his third leg. It is the size of a little boy’s leg, several times larger than the biggest male penis, but Alyssa doesn’t care. She drives the small leg into her vagina. In one shove, she gets it up to the knee. Her growls roar into Pete’s face as she forces it the rest of the way in.
Pete shrieks as the creature fucks his extra limb. She stares him in the eyes, widening her jaws, as she slams against him. It isn’t slow and sensuous. It is fast and violent. She fucks him like she is trying to break his leg off inside of her. She digs her claws into his chest and draws blood.
Her muscles pulse and twist as she transforms, growing even larger. Her limbs twist and mutate—the arms becoming the front legs of a wolf, the legs bending into hind legs that she will no longer be able to stand on. Her growls become more and more primal. Something behind her eyes disappears as her brain mutates within her head, then something cold and hungry clicks on. It doesn’t look like Pete is being fucked by a wolf girl anymore. He is being fucked by a giant animal, who has become almost the size of a small car.
As she orgasms, she lets out a howl. There is no longer a trace of human anywhere in this howl. It is the howl of a wolf.
When Alyssa looks down at Pe
te, she no longer sees him as a mate. Her primal instinct only sees him as food. Pete shrieks as she bites into his neck, thrashing ferociously. She growls, ripping a slab of meat from his chest.
It happens fast. Pete is still alive, throwing his arms around and screaming as his blood sprays into the air. The meat is torn from his body and guzzled down the wolf’s throat. She wraps herself around him, holding him in place as she chews the meat from his bones. All I see is his bloody ribcage, as his body twitches below the enormous mass.
Pippi has her hands around my throat, holding me tight against her legs. I hear small growls coming from her lips as she smells the blood in the air. Then I hear many barks and growls coming from the wolf women around me, licking their lips, salivating at the meat in the cage. Even Nova is no longer paying attention to me, consumed by the sight of blood and warm raw flesh.
When Alyssa is done with him, Pete is just a mangled carcass in the cage. Much of the fat on his body has been torn away. It took a lot of his flesh to fill the new wolf. Now Alyssa wants out of the cage. She attacks the bars with her teeth and claws, bending the cage outward.
The wolf girls back away. They no longer feel completely safe. Slayer takes Krall and Ashley back toward the vehicles, but Guy is left to clean up Ashley’s marbles. The only one who doesn’t move is Pippi, who holds me in place.
Talon approaches the cage and removes one of the long-handled axes from her back. She swings it at the corner of the cage, facing the woods. The axe is sharp enough to tear a hole all the way down the side. Then she jumps clear.
Alyssa lunges at the hole, rips it wider with her claws and pokes her head out. The cage bends and twists around her as she pulls her mass through. By the time she gets free, the cage is a contorted jumble of wire. She charges toward the woods, but stops, turns around. She looks back at the camp, at her sisters, but I can’t tell if there is any recognition in her eyes.
After letting out another long howl, the great wolf grabs a hunk of meat that was hanging out of her crotch. It is Pete’s severed third leg. With the limb dangling from her jaws, she hops over one of the armored vehicles and disappears into the forest.
We are not brought back to the cage with Pete’s body. Instead, they take us to the cage in the back of the pickup truck. A much smaller and less comfortable place to be put.
Pippi and Slayer don’t speak when they put us back. They look winded and emotionally flushed after that experience, as if they need a McCigarette. They go back to the middle of the camp and lie down, basking in the starlight.
Krall and Guy don’t say anything either. I’m not sure if it is because they feel bad about Pete or if they are worried that they will share his fate. Either way, they don’t feel like talking.
Later in the night, we get a visitor to the cage. It is Nova. She comes along the other side of the pickup so that Pippi can’t see her from the camp.
“Nova,” I say.
She tries to talk, but can’t say anything at first.
Then she says, “I can’t believe I forgot about you. It seems like a lifetime ago that I left McDonaldland.”
“I never stopped thinking about you.”
She’s taken aback, as if I were trying to insult her.
Then she says, “I’m sorry. You don’t know what it’s been like out here. Every day is a struggle for survival. And every time we change a little piece of our minds disappears.”
She is slightly more wolf-like than she was when I last saw her. I wonder if she has had sex with other men since then. I wonder if she has taken prisoners into the cage and forced them to make love to her.
Guy interrupts. “Can you get us out of here?”
She gives him an annoyed face for asking that question.
“You remember me, don’t you?” Guy asks. “Daniel’s older brother, Guy.”
She cocks her head at him slowly and squints her eyes, then turns away from him. She doesn’t seem to remember him at all.
“You’re Pippi’s property?” she asks me.
I nod.
“Pippi’s the worst,” she says. “If you belonged to somebody else, anybody else, I would have been able to buy you. But Pippi never sells. She doesn’t even rent. It’s going to be impossible for me to bargain for you.”
“Can’t you convince her?” I ask.
“I’ll try, but I doubt she will give in. I could go to Grandma and ask her to help me, but she would not be sympathetic to my reasoning. Couplings are against our ways here. She might be more angry than sympathetic if I wanted to buy you because you were my boyfriend in McDonaldland.”
“Tell her I’m like your brother,” I say. “We grew up together.”
“Maybe,” Nova says. “But Pippi is like a daughter to Grandma. Pippi was born out here in the wasteland and her mother died when she was very young, so Grandma raised her as her own pup. Grandma is more likely to side with Pippi before she sides with me.”
“What about letting us go?” Guy asks.
She looks at him. Her yellow eyes reflecting in the fire light. “You’d never survive in these woods at night. You’re better off in this cage for now. Because you are a Fry Guy you wouldn’t have lasted long in this camp, but because you are Ashley’s property you might last years here. As long as she doesn’t sell you.”
She looks at Krall. “You’re Slayer’s property. She will keep you around as long as you are useful. Your only worry is that she doesn’t rent you out to one of the girls who are about to turn.”
Then she looks at me. “But you are Pippi’s property. She doesn’t keep her meat for longer than a week, usually. It is not uncommon for them to be killed off in the first night. She likes to hurt men. She has no sense of remorse. Killing men has been a game to her ever since she was a little girl. She was raised to be a cold-hearted hunter.”
“What can we do?” I ask.
“I will talk to her. I might be able to strike a deal. Perhaps I will promise to capture her five men in the next month in exchange for you now.”
“But I don’t want five men to die so that I can live,” I say.
“I kill men on a daily basis,” she says. “By capturing them I will be taking them prisoner rather than killing them on the spot.”
I glare into her cold eyes. She really isn’t the same girl I used to know.
“I have to go,” she says. “I will do my best to convince her.”
She doesn’t look very confident.
“Okay,” I say.
She sticks her fingers through the cage. Her fingers are oddly long and bony. She has pointy fingernails but they are still human-like. I think she wants me to touch her hand, but I hesitate.
“I’m very happy to see you again,” she says, though her voice shows no emotion. “There was a large hole inside of me for years and I didn’t realize why it was there until today.”
I want to tell her how happy I am to see her, but I don’t, because I’m not sure it is true. Although seeing her again is what I have wanted more than anything, she is not the same person anymore. I feel uncomfortable, almost scared to be around her.
We continue to look into each other’s eyes for a few moments more, but we do not speak. Then she removes her fingers from the cage and creeps away.
I drift in and out of sleep, my face pressed against the side of the cage. The wolf girls stay up all night, chatting and barking at the moon.
I dream about the time Nova and I had a picnic on the top of the hill overlooking the farming district. It was soon after we graduated from high school. I brought some sparkling wine I had made from orange drink, and I also brought along a special lunch. Besides making wine and beer, my grandpa also taught me how to transform McDonald’s food into a gourmet meal.
Using Big Macs, I removed the meat and sliced it up into strips of steak. I took the lettuce and tomatoes and made a salad, using chunks of bun for croutons and special sauce for dressing. Then I smashed the french fries up with the slices of cheese and more of the bun, to make cheddar ma
shed potatoes. Garnishing the meal with a slice of pickle.
The meal was presented on plates I constructed from sheets of glass, painted white and decorated with flowers. We ate the steak and potatoes with knives and forks.
“This is how people used to eat,” I told her. “A long time ago.”
After we were done eating, we watched the sunset together. She sat next to me and nuzzled her face between my neck and shoulder. I inhaled her perfumed black hair and smiled. It was the most intimate moment we ever shared together. For that one day, it felt like we were actually a couple, lovers on a romantic picnic.
Then we looked into each other’s eyes. I thought we were about to kiss. A real kiss. A passionate kiss, rather than her usually friendly peck on the cheek. As we went in, our lips approaching, she stopped.
“Oh, crap!” she said, jumping off of the yellow picnic blanket. “My father’s going to be home any minute!”
“What?” I asked, as she packed up her things. “So?”
“It’s his birthday today,” she said. “I wanted to surprise him with his present as he walked through the door. If I run I might be able to get there in time.”
She kissed me on the forehead and then ran off. I fell back onto the blanket and just watched her run down the hill excitedly. Even though she was running away from me, just the sight of her in the distance made me happy. That’s when I knew I was completely and utterly in love with that girl.
When dawn comes, Ashley is standing at the door of the cage looking up at us.
“What do you want?” Guy says to her.
She glances at her feet, leaning against the edge of the pickup. With her eyes facing the woods, she says, “I want to make a rock maze.”
“Have fun,” he says.
She looks up at Guy, and says “Ummm...”
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