by Willow Wilde
“What the fuck was that?” He shouted, whipping around. “I KNOW I just heard...what the fuck?”
I turned, and spotted what looked like four figures in the trees. I could barely make out their silhouettes, but there were DEFINITELY four tall, broad men, staring at us from the darkness of the treeline. In the shadows, they looked positively terrifying, and I wasn’t sure which party I’d rather have to deal with. But somehow, there was something reassuring about them…
“Who the fuck are you guys?” He growled, aiming his gun between them, unable to decide on a target. “You stay the fuck back, or else I'll shoot.”
“You'll shoot?” A deep, young voice replied.
“I think our friend just threatened us,” came another.
“Definitely sounds like it,” the first said again. “All in favor?”
“Aye.
“Aye!”
“...Fuck it.”
The silhouettes disappeared backwards into the trees, and there wasn't a sound in the air. The assailant whipped the gun back and forth, clearly on edge. I didn't dare move from my spot, several strides behind him.
All of a sudden, something way back in the trees burst into a glow, and we heard the faint sound of something grinding and crunching in the distance. The glowing ended abruptly, and he turned back towards me, gun in my hand.
“You stay right the fuck there!”
I wasn't moving, but I froze as he bounded past me, desperate to reach the relative safety of the sliding door. It didn't even occur to me to bolt after him as I stood quaking with fear, listening to something lumbering closer and closer…
BEARS! All of a sudden, two massive bears lunged from the treeline, parting around me and diving towards him. He turned just in time to see them coming, and tripped backwards as he tried to raise the gun. The bear swatted the gun aside, apparently wounding him as he shrieked with pain.
How are the neighbors not hearing this? I asked myself stupidly, unable to fixate on the two large bears that were hovering over him now.
“Are you hurt?” The original voice from earlier asked. I turned to face a shirtless hunk of a man, easily a foot taller than me. He was gazing down upon me with concern painted clearly across his face.
“No, I'm...I'm fine, he didn't...what is going on?”
“I'll explain in a moment. If you'll excuse me,” he kindly replied before turning his attention onto my assailant. With a tranquil fury that I could almost FEEL, he marched towards the house, and the sobbing man on the ground.
“Oh God, oh God, I don't want to die,” he was babbling as he cradled his arm in the warm light of the motion detector. Unsure of what to do in light of all of this, I decided to follow the shirtless stranger as he approached the would-be robber.
“Of course it's you,” he mentioned offhandedly, before glancing down at the man's arm. “Oh. That's gotta hurt. You're going to need to get that checked out.”
“What the fuck?!” the assailant stammered, still at the mercy of the bears that were hovering over him. “Where the fuck did you—why aren't the bears--”
“Leave. Now. And never come back. I'm going to keep my eye on you...and if you try to harm anyone else in this town, I will be there, and I will personally ensure that we don't stop at your arm next time...do you understand?”
I was hanging back, away from the bears, but the man on the ground seemed to agree with this. The stranger offered him a hand up, but he instead stumbled to his feet and launched himself through the gate and out into the neighborhood.
The stranger sighed, turning towards me. “You should go back inside.”
“I need to thank you,” I blurted out. The bears seemed docile now, slumping onto their rumps and gazing around. “What happened? There were...four of you, and now...these bears, why are they following you?”
“We really should get going,” he grinned at me, and began walking towards the woods.
I stepped in front of him, placing a hand against his firm, hot chest. “No way. Tell me what the hell is going on.”
“I wouldn't do that if I were you,” a voice mentioned from behind. Pulling my hand free, I whirled around to face the new stranger, who had the same general features as this one.
He must have been one of the others in the woods, I thought to myself.
“These bears aren't acting normal,” I observed. “That guy was right. Something weird is going on. And I just want to know what it is.”
“Are you sure?” The first stranger asked. “Perhaps it would be best for you to go back inside and pretend that none of this ever happened...”
“Look...whatever is going on, I'm incredibly grateful. You just saved my life. But if I don't get some answers and all of you leave right now, I'll wonder about this for the rest of my life. And it's going to drive me insane,” I confessed. “Surely you can spare me that, too?”
“So demanding,” the last man to leave the woods answered.
“...I'll allow it,” the first stranger replied. I turned to face him. “My name is Harrick. These are my brothers.”
There were only two of them, plus the two bears. “Is that counting the...” I gestured towards them. They looked lazy now, observing with some distant curiosity. I was still reeling from the idea of two bears sitting bored in my backyard, let alone all the insanity that had just happened.
“Boys, it's time.” Harrick spoke, his eyes still locked onto mine. The two bears rose up, and within seconds they were glowing brightly, their bodies starting to contort as the air shimmered around them…and within seconds, I was facing a two more handsome, rugged strangers.
All four of the men stepped into line to the side, unthreateningly removing themselves from between the door and myself. “As I said, my brothers,” Harrick explained. “We are the Checker's Grove shifter pack. Either in our bear or human forms, we watch from the shadows of this town, protecting all who enter. As the newest member of the town, we were keeping an eye on you...until we spotted that man in your house, holding you at gunpoint. He won't be causing you any more trouble.”
“Shifter pack?” I was stunned. “How long have you been here?”
“In town? Generations,” Harrick explained.
“I...have to sit down,” I spoke, clutching my head. “Why don't you guys come inside? I just need a moment to think...”
* * * *
The four shifters, still as shirtless and handsome as ever, stood around my living room as I leaned against the counter. They looked exactly like the men in my dreams…and I figured that that was no coincidence, although I didn’t bring it up.
I was sipping a drink. God knows I needed something a little more hardcore than iced tea, so this time I hit the vodka and poured myself a screwdriver.
“So, you guys…the two elderly folks that owned this house before me…they knew about you?”
“Ben and Gertrude, yes,” Harrick thought aloud. It was clear that he was the talker of the group, as the others sort of lazed about. “We have been friends with them for a long time. I was sad to see them go – our father grew up with them before leaving to lead his life in the woods.”
“Your father?”
“Yes, a great shifter,” one of the others replied. “Mightiest there ever was. He defended this town all but singlehandedly. He was the strongest alpha in a hundred miles.”
I nodded thoughtfully. “So, what now? What am I supposed to do with all of this?” I gasped quickly, clutching my hand to my mouth. “No…you’re not going to hurt me, are you?”
They gazed at each other and laughed. Harrick smiled kindly at me. “Of course not. We promised our old friends that we would watch over you and protect you. We aren’t the only wildlife in the woods, and sometimes there are wilder still among your kind…”
I thought back to the burglar who had been so eager to take me hostage.
“…And we honor our promises. We have been keeping an eye on you since the day you arrived to see the house. Well…while you were here, at least.” T
he other shifters weren’t laughing anymore, but were smiling at me – sincerely, although I sensed something else there. “And it helps that you are tremendously beautiful.”
As soon as the words hit me, I blushed. “Beautiful? You’re too kind, I know you’re just saying that. I know that guys with your figures like something a little less…thick.”
“Do not sell yourself short. Werebears like us crave someone with substance. Skinny girls can’t handle us, nor do they satisfy us. We prefer someone with some meat on their bones…someone with curves. And around one, we go feral with need.”
My jaw dropped, and Harrick immediately looked away, regret in his eyes.
“I’m sorry…I do not wish to speak so untoward with you. Forget I said anything.”
“Feral with need, was it?” I asked coyly. “Is that true?”
They glanced between each other and nodded. My gaze turned between them, staring at their strong muscles, rugged beards, rippling bodies…
“Well, it’s true that I need to find some way to repay you, after all…” I smiled wickedly. “And let’s just say that it’s been a while for me.” I peeled myself from the counter and sauntered over between them, a sly smile on my lips. “And if you think I can handle you guys, then sure…I could use some excitement.”
Harrick was instantly at my side, but paused, his fingertips barely above my skin. “You must know…we don’t take turns. We do everything together. Everything as a pack.”
Involuntarily, I gulped. “Well…if that’s so…” My eyes zipped from shifter to shifter as I hooked my thumbs underneath my shirt, peeling it up my stomach. “There’s a first time for everything, right? And I’m just so ready for this…”
They descended upon me, ripping at my clothes and planting strong, passionate kisses along my skin…and that’s how the wildest night of my entire life began.
* * * *
Within moments, I was on my knees in front of all four shifters, their thick cocks dangling in front of my face. Hungrily, I wolfed one down my mouth, my hands grasping around two others as I began to pump my lips along the shaft. The fourth shifter smiled as he started stroking himself, watching his brothers experience my body.
Their primal musk filled my nostrils as I plucked my lips from one salty cock to wrap around another. My hands alternated cocks, relieving the fourth shifter of his self-stimulation while another began masturbating to keep his cock wet and erect for me.
I was amazed at how much of their shafts I could take into my mouth – I had only given a few blowjobs in my life, but I'd never been able to take one all the way. The shifters were being gruffer with me now, forcing my head further down their cocks with their hands in my hair. To my astonishment, my body seemed to want to let them in, no matter what – and my throat easily relaxed for them.
Soon, I was a blowjob champion, sheathing their shafts into my throat while they went balls-deep against my lips. Their cocks were a roulette before me now – I never had more than a few seconds sucking a hot shifter scepter before I was pulled free with another one forced down my throat.
All the while, my hands were kept busy, sliding up and down the salty, slick shafts. Carefully I would cup their thick balls, rolling them gently in my curved palms before running the fingers back up to tease and stroke their shafts.
I felt myself being lifted as I was placed down on the edge of the kitchen table. One of the shifters descended to his knees, prying my legs apart and planting firm, powerful kisses along the insides of my thighs. My head was forcefully turned as a thick, wet cock pressed against my lips. I eagerly accepted it into my mouth, teasing the frenulum with the tip of my tongue while the hot breath between my legs slipped closer towards the prize.
As I grasped a wayward cock in my hand and began to stroke it, I felt his lips clasp along my pussy, sucking at my hood and teasing my engorged clit. Involuntarily, I bucked my hips, my free hand grasping his hair and keeping him pinned to me. The shifter in my mouth took the opportunity to push deeper inside my throat, stifling my moan with his thick, fulfilling tool.
My thick thighs wrapped around the upper back of the strong, broad-shouldered shifter between my knees as he continued to firmly lap away at my pussy, his tongue and lips fiddling me like an instrument. I felt his tantalizing breath against my loins as he hungrily dove in for wave after wave of more, marrying his mouth to my slick wetness. Already, I could feel a mounting sense of ecstacy as I clutched his thick, dark hair harder, tugging his tongue deeper into me as he nuzzled.
Meanwhile, the shifter filling my throat was forcefully shoving my lips down to kiss his balls, pulling me mostly free, and repeating the pattern. I kept my eyes closed as I lost myself in the feeling, knowing his guttural groans that he was experiencing incredible pleasure.
Stroking the shifter who occupied my now salty-slick hand, I could feel his cock twitch with pleasure. I reached with my free hand to the other side of the table, and heard movement as the forth shifter came within grasp. Eagerly, I began to stroke him as well, until I was satisfying all four of them with my body at the same time.
They switched positions a few minutes later, and I eagerly grasped Harrick's cock as he slipped from between my legs to within grasp. The new shifter in my mouth was less rough, and I was able to properly tease him and revel in his scent as I took back control of my lips.
The one between my legs chose to slip a strong, calloused finger inside me as he sucked on my clit. I gasped with pleasure as he teased my inner walls before deciding to add the second finger. Instinctively, he curled them straight towards my g-spot, and I involuntarily bucked my hips again, feeling my skin all but drip with excitement.
But they were starting to get impatient, and so was I. It wasn't long before I felt myself being pulled from the table as they positioned themselves around me…
I thought Harrick would be the one to take me first, but he slipped to the side. “As a pack,” he reminded me. “The others will go first.”
I nodded as one of the shifters lay down on the floor. My curvaceous body was lowered carefully down to him, and my knees slid right into place on either side of his chest. Lifting my hips, I grasped his thick, juicy cock and rubbed it against the lips of my pussy, stimulating myself with his rock-hard erection for several seconds. With confidence beaming in my eyes and a sexy little smirk on my face, I finally held it upright and lowered myself, feeling my womanly barrier resist against it.
He grasped my shoulders firmly and pushed me down, and after brief tension the splitting pain infiltrated my mind. I fought through the sting as he filled me, his huge cock gliding almost effortlessly into my drenched chasm. With my palms sliding across his rippling chest, holding me steady, I began to pump my pillowy hips against his own.
His hands clasped on my thick ass as we fucked, and he gave me several good slaps of a red bottom for good measure. Before I felt completely comfortable, there was already a thick shifter cock pressing against my lips again, and I gratefully took it into my mouth – my tongue sliding along the shaft, my lips gliding down the rod. I left the shifter below start to take control of the motions as I focused on the cock in my mouth, and he began to rigorously rock my hips as his strong hands clenched into them.
Another took my hand and guided it towards his thick shaft as I felt a slight pressure around my hidden star. A wet thumb, dripping with saliva, was pushing along my most intimate hole until I felt it slide inside. At first I was alarmed, but it worked with the cock thrusting into my pussy, only adding to the stimulation. With this new experience I gradually relaxed, and felt it switch with a wet finger, diving a knuckle deep to manually arouse me.
The shifter in my mouth tagged out with the one held firmly in my stroking fist, and I realized that it was Harrick who now occupied my mouth. Happily, I sucked him down, allowing him to control my mouth as I jacked off his brother. The shifter fucking me from below grew more frantic as the one fingering my asshole matched his intensity, and I felt the rise of a sensation
I'd never experienced before – the lifting of an orchestral crescendo within the deepest reaches of my mind, a building fanfare that was ready to eclipse me.
The orgasm came in several waves as I went rigid between them all, and in the blinding bliss I barely felt the shifter pummeling my pussy go stiff beneath me as well. His cock burrowing as deep inside as it could, he released several ropes of his hot, salty gift into my hungry tightness. My inner muscles clamped onto his cock and milked him dry until he had nothing more to give, and I felt myself being lifted up as he withdrew from below. The shifter who had occupied my mouth minutes before, and my hand most recently, was now on the floor beneath, and so the carnal merry-go-round continued.
I could focus more entirely on Harrick's cock now, and I held his sculpted hips as I powered down on his thick shaft. The shifter below was more rugged than the last, and I had to widen my knees slightly to fit around his impressive frame. His hands, too, were larger, and they firmly grasped my large, bouncing breasts with enthusiasm. He teased my nipples between his fingers, pinching them as he clamped into my pillowy breasts, groaning with gusto from the floor below.
