The Werewolf Order (Erotica)

“Do other wolves recognize that you’re different?”

“They do,” Conor said. “Sometimes, a werewolf chooses to remain a wolf and not shift anymore. They usually become a pack leader because we tend to be bigger, stronger and smarter than normal wolves. They might do that if they can never reach leadership positions in our pack.”

“Are you aware that you’re werewolves in wolf form, and can you still think like a human?”

“We’re always aware of our state as werewolves,” Conor said. “We need to be, to make a shift back. We still reason, but we tend to be more feral, more instinctual and less civilized in wolf form. As a wolf, there’s the pack, and the ‘not pack’ mentality, but not enough we’d ever consider you as food.”

“Good to know,” I said drily.

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“Will you be chosen as one of my breeders?” I asked.

“Probably not the first round. I might make it on the third or fourth if you stick around that long. I’m hoping you’ll want to fuck your bodyguard in the interim though. You’re very attractive.”

“Thank you. So are werewolves.”

“Have you ever had sex with another woman before?” Brigitte asked.

“I kissed a few girls in college, but never went much further than fumbling around. I have no moral or religious qualms about sex with women, but I’ve never done it. How much better can you smell?”

“In human form, we’re about twenty times more capable with scents than humans. In wolf form, about a thousand times. I shifted briefly outside your house to see if any other shapeshifters or humans were nearby or inside. I could tell what you had for breakfast from outside the house. You use Pantene shampoo to wash your hair, Dove soap, Palmolive dish soap, and Secret deodorant. We’ll be able to tell when you’re fertile by scent.”

“That’s pretty impressive. Do you have regular jobs in human form?”

“Generally speaking, yes,” Conor said. “I work as a bodyguard on the outside too. Packs treat money differently than humans. I guess you could say we’re Communists. Our income goes to support the pack, we take money out as needed for our purposes. It’s how we can afford to pay for your services.”

“Since you’re only thirteen in human years, how do you get a job?”

“The government provides ID’s. We have to change our ID’s on occasion too, because we live much longer than humans and don’t age in the same way. My Driver’s License says I’m twenty-five. That way, you won’t get arrested for fucking a minor.”

“Do you all live together?”

“We usually live four or five to a house, even if we’re mated,” Conor said. “We’re more comfortable being with others of our kind. It’s part of the pack mentality.”

“We’ve entered the compound now,” Brigitte said. “You can take the bag off your head if you want.”

I unloosened the drawstring tie and pulled the bag over my head. We were on a dirt road in a heavily forested area. I saw a couple wolves, or werewolves, pacing the car. Advance warning, or checking out the new bitch?

Finally, I saw a large cluster of buildings, with one large one, perhaps a central hall, with a lot of wolves and naked people around it; big wolves, and beautiful people. There were several smaller buildings that might have been sleeping quarters, in a big circle, and a few large dog kennels with young wolves in them, the results of breeding as wolves, perhaps? There were several cars, trucks, and SUV’s parked in the central courtyard.

Rene came out of the large building with another woman on his arm. She looked to be American Indian, darker complected, glossy black hair. She looked like an Indian princess, perhaps a Disney Pocahontas in another age. Both of them were naked, gloriously, fabulously, naked.

As soon as Conor and Brigitte got out of the car, they doffed their clothes. I swear I started drooling. They looked like body builders and models. Not muscle bound, by any means, but like big cats, or dare I say, wolves.

“Welcome, Miss Huppert. I’d like to introduce you to my mate, Sasha Black Cloud. Sasha, our intended breeder, Jessica Huppert.”

Sasha took several large sniffs, as if imprinting my scent, then shook my hand.

“Welcome, Jessica, thank you for considering our proposal. You’re a beautiful young woman.”

“Nowhere near as beautiful as you, Sasha. I’ve never seen so many fit, healthy, gorgeous people together before. It’s like being at a modeling convention.”

“Flattery will get you everywhere with me,” she laughed. “Was your ride comfortable? Can I offer you something to drink?”

“The ride was fine, and water for now.”

“Come inside. We’ll be eating in a half hour or so. For now, everyone wants to meet you and get your scent.”

Sasha took my hand and led me indoors. Soon I was surrounded by gaggle of people and puppies, all sniffing me. A couple of the younger pups, I’d guess just reaching maturity, stuck their noses in my crotch, sniffing my sex. Sasha or Rene would push them away if they acted too forward, and nosed around my pussy more than was polite, I guess. They didn’t really go into names, as I wasn’t yet accepted into their social circle. That still had to be determined. Rene had quietly conferred with Conor and Brigitte, talking about I don’t know what.

After everyone had a good whiff, I was seated at the main table between Rene and Sasha. Food was placed on the table, heavy on the meat. It’s a good thing I wasn’t a vegetarian. The meal didn’t involve a lot of conversation. Wolves tended to eat like it was their last meal. ‘Wolfing down your food’, wasn’t just an expression. I was the last one with food on her plate when everyone else seemed done. There was an air of expectation around me.

Rene said, “Conor and Brigitte informed me that you had a number of other questions. Is there anything else you need to know before you decide whether or not to become our breeder?”

“To be perfectly blunt, I’d like to see how a wolf has sex with a female. While I suspect I understand the mechanics of it, as I watched a few dog-human sex videos on the internet, they don’t really address whether the women enjoy the sex.”

“Alas, some of those poor women may have had sex with werewolves in the past, and they missed it, so they turn to dogs, which are poor substitutes. We can show you soon, as soon as you finish eating.”

“Really, and what about the women who have sex with horses?”

“Some of that is nothing more than fetish porn, with women who are little more than slaves, but there are other species of shapeshifters.”

“You mean they have to have sex the same way, with a human, or they die out?”

“Unfortunately, yes. The biology works the same way for them as it does for us. I suspect, that’s where the fables of centaurs come from. Someone saw a change from horse to human or back, but it was a slower change than we normally do. It was probably during the first few changes where we’re learning the mechanics of it, so they lingered between human and horse long enough to get the impression of a man’s torso on a horse’s body. Our first changes as werewolves usually take one to two minutes. The more we practice the change, the better we get at it. As you saw with me, I can go to wolf and back in less than a second. Conor, might still take two or three seconds. Brigitte is probably a second or so.”

“The other question I had was if another pack did kidnap me to breed me. Would I still get paid if I had another pack’s werewolf?”

“If you’re with us when you deliver, the wolf will bond to our pack. While it’s not ideal, we’d still pay you. If the wolf is born in another pack, you’d better hope they pay you.”

“How likely is it that I’ll get taken by another pack?”

“I’d expect some to try at least two or three times when you’re pregnant or fertile, with perhaps a ten percent chance of success. We’ll add another bodyguard when that occurs. If you are fertile, you’ll have the wolves you’ve chosen to breed you as additional protection. Conor and Brigitte are very good at their jobs, and it would take a large number of wolves to overwhelm them. We will have others on call so if we know an attack is coming, we can prepare for it.”

“I’m not getting warm and fuzzies from this chat.”

“Where’s your sense of adventure?” Sasha asked.

“One feels a little less adventurous when one is about to become destitute.”

“If you were to sign an agreement for a minimum of two pups,” Sasha said, “we could pay your initial 200K tomorrow, the next 200 upon the birth of the second.”

Rene looked at Sasha. “Are you sure we should prepay, dear?”

“Look at her. She’s a perfect human specimen; fit, in good health. You’ve been dying to fuck her ever since you met her. Half of the wolves in here are sporting boners because she’s practically begging to be fucked.”