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Gary stands in the middle of the woods, glaring down at his map like his wrath might force it to reveal its secrets. Gary wasn’t lost , exactly. He had just wandered into the forest with a pack filled with camping supplies, and had simply…veered away from where he was supposed to be. And forgot how to get back.
The sun is getting lower and lower in the sky, and the shows are stretching themselves as far as they can reach, long fingers reaching for him. Gary looks from the map, at the forest around him, and then back at the map. Ok, so he might be lost.
Gary sighs, crumpling the map up and stuffing it in his pocket. It seems he will just have to navigate himself out of this situation on his own. His phone had lost service a long time ago, and it had yet to regain a single bar. And, worse than that, the battery was starting to go down too.
His canteen is probably the last thing that hasn’t given up on him, still about half full with water. If he somehow runs out before he makes camp, he is at least fairly certain that he could navigate his way back to the stream that he had passed sometime earlier. Then again, he was also fairly certain that he could navigate his way to the campsite, and that had not gone well.
At some point, he had stopped seeing trail signs, which probably wasn’t the best. That would mean he had wandered off of the state park’s property, and onto the private property surrounding it on all sides. The guide had said that the owners used it as some sort of hunting retreat and that he shouldn’t wander onto the property at all, but especially not if he wasn’t wearing any high-vis clothing so as not to be shot. At the time, Gary had paid no heed to the warning, but now, trudging his way through the forest in decidedly low visibility clothing, he is getting a bit nervous.
Finally, Gary stops in his tracks with a sigh. He is going to have to double back on himself. Gary pulls his map back out, smoothing all the wrinkles and peering down at the paper. The last landmark he had seen was the Acorn Trail marker, which was the closest to the border of both the map and the park, which wasn’t good. But, if he just turned around, and walked straight, he should be able to walk back onto the map.
Carefully, he turns, making sure that he keeps the setting sun directly behind him since at first he had been walking into it. That way, he is sure that he is going in the exact opposite direction, not diagonally. Path set in his head, Gary takes a swig from his canteen and sets off into the woods again, determined to get back to where he started.
Hours drag on and Gary marches ever forward, determined not to give up. His legs ache and burn from the hike, and the bottoms of his feet have started to hurt from standing so long. He wants to sit down so bad, to just give himself a bit of reprieve from the pain. But he won’t, because he knows that if he does, he won’t get back up. He forces himself to keep walking, even as the sun gets lower and lower in the sky, until finally it is so dark that he can barely see a foot in front of him.
Nothing around him looks familiar when he shines his flashlight off into the trees, peering as far into the darkness as he can. It’s gotten cold, freezing almost, and Gary is seconds away from collapsing. But he knows that if he just lays down here, he will probably get hypothermia.
So he forces himself to set his bag down, groaning when the weight is taken off of his back. It feels so much better without ten pounds weighing him down. His hands shake from the cold as he unzips his bags, and his joins have become stiff as he tries to unfold his sleeping bag. He is so cold that it has begun to burn.
There are two trees close to the clearing he has found himself in that are just perfect for his hammock, so he struggles his way over to it, tears pricking his eyes with every step he takes. He makes it over to them without falling, going through the motions of driving his spikes into the trees, and hooking the hammock onto them.
It feels like heaven to finally be off of his feet, stowing his bag in the tree above him so that no animals get to it. He doesn’t have the strength to build a fire from scratch, so he pulls some twigs and leaves from the tree around him, and he tosses them onto a starting block. The fire roars to life when he presses his lighter to it, and he sits in front of it, feeding it twigs and branches from the nearby area, too tired to find anything better. That at least helps with the cold a bit.
While he is defrosting himself, Gary takes out one of his meal packs, warming it over the fire. It’s not the absolute best food he’s ever had, but it’s better than some of the things his roommate had made in their years of living together. Of course Gary likes him, but he could use a culinary class or two. Or five.
For a moment, Gary just sits there, listening to the faint crackling of the fire, and the sounds of the woods around him; insects chirping and singing, night owls hooting and swooping on their prey, a hundred little animals scurrying through the underbrush. That is what he had come out into the forest for, the life that he could never find in his tiny cramped apartment, no matter how big the complex was.
There is nothing like it in the city. Sure, they had coyotes and foxes, and other vermin, maybe even an owl or two, but it was nothing like out here. Out here in the forest there were all sorts of things that Gary came to marvel at. He had gathered himself quite the collection of photos and trinkets; pictures of him and his camping buddies out in the wilderness, countless shots of deer in the early morning light, elk and moose grazing, some photos of when they had left their bags out at night once and a group of raccoons had torn everything apart. This was his first night camping alone. Usually, he went with a small group, they navigated and he set up the tent, the fire, the hammocks. But this time, he wanted to do it all by himself. He just needed some peace and quiet.
His food is done, and he uses a stick to fish it out of the fire, grabbing for it. The packaging burns his fingers and he drops it with a hiss, sticking the two burnt fingers into his mouth to suck on the wound. The next time he tries to pick it up, it isn’t so hot.
He tears open the packet, filling the forest with the scent of rehydrated brisket and powdered macaroni, which has never tasted good in any iteration, no matter how many times the company changed the recipe.
It’s nice to sit and eat his dinner in the forest, even as lost as he is. Across the field from him, he spots a herd of white tail deer picking their way across the forest, ears perked and on high alert, tails waiving little white flags. Gary knows that if he took his white pillowcase and waved it around, they would carefully creep their way up to him. Someone had taught him many years ago that they used their tails to communicate, and that they would mistake the flailing pillowcase as another deer trying to signal them. Unable to understand what the other “deer” was saying to them, they would come closer to investigate.
He had tried the trick once before, and lo and behold he was almost immediately swarmed by deer. They were much friendlier in that area. Here, not so much. Somewhere in the forest, a twig snaps, and suddenly the entire herd is darting off into the woods.
The whole forest has fallen suddenly quiet, and Gary’s heart begins to hammer. That’s not good. There is a predator nearby of some sort, it could be something as harmless to him as an owl, or something as large as a bear, he doesn’t know. He leaps to his feet, stomping out the fire as quickly as he can.
He can feel a shift in the air, tension building all around him as everything, including Gary, waits in anticipation of what’s to come. And then he hears it.
Something in the underbrush growls, loud and aggressive, more intense than anything he has ever heard. Gary frantically scans the tree line, backing himself up against the tree he has his hammock in for safety. What are the chances it’s just a coyote, who wouldn’t be able to reach him if he climbed up into the canopy?
Another growl joins the first, this time louder, deeper. Definitely not a coyote. If anything, Gary would say it was a wolf, but that couldn’t be. There hadn’t been wolves here for years.
The whole forest stands still for a moment, the full moon hanging heavy over the treetops, providing just enough light to leave Gary not entirely blind. His heart pounds and his pulse races, adrenaline flooding his veins.
Something steps forward from the forest, lips peeled back in a terrifying snarl, ears and hackles raised, eyes focused entirely on Gary. It’s like nothing he’s ever seen before, a monster on two legs like a man, with a wolf-like face and a body covered in thick, wolf-like fur. If he were crazy, he might just call it a werewolf.
His hands shake as he stares the creature down, unable to understand it. It must be something natural, a bear of some sort. But it doesn’t look like a bear, it doesn’t act like a bear, and Gary doesn’t really think it’s a bear. No, this is something entirely different. He hesitates to call it unnatural, it seems perfectly at home in the forest, blending among the trees and the forest around it like it was born and bred to be there. Forged in the ecosystem as much as it was forged around him.
Gary swallows, gripping the trunk behind him. Climbing won’t help him here, the creature is almost seven feet tall, he would have no problem grabbing Gary and pulling him down to the ground again.
Another wolf emerges from the treeline, teeth bared, hackles raised, ears pushed forward. It looks like Gary has their full attention.
Gary tries to scare them off, raising his arms above his head and yelling “Get! Get back!” as loud as he can, the same way he would with a bear, but the wolves don’t even flinch. One of them, mostly black with browns mottled into his fur, inches forward. Gary takes a few steps back, putting the tree between him and the pack of wolf-like creatures.
That is the wrong move. The moment he starts giving up ground, the wolves begin taking it, bridging the distance between them. His heart pounds, and his mouth goes dry, panic building with every inch they gain on him. Despite his better instincts, Gary turns heel and flees, driven by nothing but sheer terror. Behind him he can hear all four wolves launching after him, crashing through the forest like living battering rams.
Gary runs as fast as he can, the ground beneath him is a blurr, and he is barreling through the forest so fast that he barely has time to dodge before he runs into trees. Branches whip at his skin, tearing through his pants, and then through the skin below. Thorns try to slow him down, like the woods want the wolves to catch up to him. As if it’s alive and working against him, trying to feed its othernatural inhabitants.
His chest heaves, and his lungs ache from how hard his breathing, pushing his body to the absolute limit to try and survive. It feels like they are constantly right behind him, their breath on the back of his neck no matter how fast he runs, their teeth always inches from his heels no matter how hard he pushes himself.
Suddenly, everything goes silent. He can’t hear the wolves right behind him anymore, can’t hear them at all. He slows to a stop, panting and exhausted, leaning against a rock for support. The forest has gone deadly silent, not even the insects daring to make a sound. His breathing sounds so loud compared to the absolute silence around him, even the wind having died down for a moment.
And, just for a second, Gary thinks he’s lost them. He thinks that maybe they gave up on him and decided to chase after easier prey.
Something huge slams into him, knocking the wind out of him and pushing him to the ground with a painful thud. He is pinned to the ground by a huge, fluffy, muscular body, a cold wet nose pressing against his cheek. Gary winces, screwing his eyes shut, waiting for the cold embrace of death, the pain of teeth sinking into his flesh and tearing him to shreds, but it never comes.
Three of the wolf-like creatures surround him, looking down at him curiously. Their eyes are like he’s never seen on an animal before, holding the same intelligence as man. They look at him like a puzzle to be pulled apart and put back together.
Sanderson tries to push against the weight above him, struggling to escape from under the beast before it decides to finally end him, but the wall of muscles doesn’t even give no matter how hard he tries.
Hot breath puffs against his shin, startling him so much that he finches. The beast above him growls a warning, giving him a flash of teeth, before it returns to inspecting him. There are noses all over him, now, poking at his arms, his hair, one of them is trailing up is leg, higher and higher until it reaches his crotch, pausing for a moment. The harsh poking and prodding of his nose in that area is uncomfortable, turning his cheeks pink from embarrassment.
The one between his legs yips, and suddenly all three of them have taken interest, snuffling at the space between his thighs. Again Gary tries to escape, trying to scramble away from them and make a mad dash for the woods. He doesn’t even make it an inch before one of them has him pinned with one massive, paw-like hand, baring its teeth at him in a silent warning.
Gary takes the hint, freezing in place even as every bone in his body screams at him to run as fast as he can. There is nothing he can do, the wolf has him pinned to the ground, so strong that Gary could never hope to free himself. He can do nothing as sharp claws tear through his clothes, shredding them to ribbons with ease.
Cold air hits his skin, making him shiver involuntarily. One of them gives him a warning glance, but doesn’t snarl or bare its teeth this time. He is laid entirely bare before them, as nude as they are and somehow much more vulnerable.
Strong hands pull his legs apart, forcing him to spread even as he tries to fight against them. His folds part just a bit, letting the cold air rush against his burning hot core. The creatures seem the most interested in that, sniffing at the outside, prodding at his lips with their sharp claws but never breaking skin.
Despite himself, he can feel warmth gathering there, hole leaking just the tiniest bit of slick from all of the attention being given to it. He hides his face in shame, biting the inside of his cheek so he can’t make a sound.
Finally, one of the creatures, the one with black and brown fur, leans in close and drags its tongue from the very bottom of his cunt to the top, grinding against his clit roughly and coating everything in a mix of his slick, and the creatures spit. He feels even more cold when it takes the velvety heat of its tongue away from his skin, a small noise escaping his lips despite himself. It feels like heaven, the creature able to press his buttons just right.
Now the floodgates are open; slick leaking freely from his aching, needy hole as tongues swipe at his clit and his entrance, lapping up every drop of his slick that they can find. Every swipe sends sparks of pleasure up his spine, warmth emanating from his core from how good it feels. They haven’t even breached him yet and this is the best he has ever felt before.
“No, stop-!” He gasps, cutting himself off as one of the wolves licks him just right, pushing through his clittoral hood and to the little nub of pleasure below, making his eyes roll back into his head. Oh that is good.
Never before has he had such an enthusiastic partner, let alone three of them at once. Gary doesn’t know how to handle all of this pleasure at once. His vision nearly whites out when one of them laps closer and closer to his hole, before finally dipping inside, and for the first time in his life someone licks his Gspot. It’s the most intense thing he has ever felt in his life, pleasure leaving him whiny and desperate.
Tongues barrage his clit and his hole, as he is simultaneously tortured by the tongues outside of him, and ravaged by the one plunging in and out of him. It’s the best form of torture, pleasure radiating through his entire body. The wolf above him keeps him warm by pressing his entire body against Gary’s, fur tickling his skin, muscles providing a solid wall to keep him in place as his hips start bucking into the absolute pleasure between his legs.
He knows he shouldn’t be enjoying this. But god, there is nothing better, nothing more right to him in this moment, than being pinned to the ground and licked senseless by these creatures. It’s like his body was made for them, or maybe they were made to pleasure him. They fit so perfectly against him, they press all the right buttons in all the right ways. Gary is left panting and gasping, legs kicking against the dirt as the creatures tear him apart with their tongues.
And then, all at once, they pull away. Gary is left gaping and covered in spit, the cold quickly swooping in to take advantage of him being wet to make him so much colder than before. Gary whimpers, opening his eyes. They’re still there, growling and gesturing among each other, debating something.
“What are you doing?” Gary whines, and all three of them turn towards him. Unsure of just how much they understand, he opens his legs a bit more, trying to entice them back in.
Whatever they were discussing seems to be settled, now, and the biggest of the group approaches, a tan wolf with brown mottles over its back. Gary relaxes again, legs open, waiting for the wonderful feeling of a tongue against his clit again.
For a few seconds nothing happens, Gary is left spread open like an eager whore begging to be fucked. When he opens his eyes, the wolf has its massive, inhuman, throbbing red cock in its hand, dripping precum onto the ground below. His eyes go wide, and his heart races. That is far too big to ever fit inside of him!
Gary tries to snap his legs closed, but someone is already holding them open, and he cant escape from their gasp. His heart is in his throat as he struggles, slamming his fists against the hands holding him down, trying to wiggle out of their grip. But a single hand wrapping around his hips puts a stop to that, and he is forced to hold still as the werewolf between his legs gets closer and closer, the ruddy red, burning hot tip of his cock pressing against Gary’s wide open hole.
He manages one last act of protest, aiming a punch at the jaw of the wolf holding him down, managing to do nothing more but irritate him and hurt his own fist, before the wolf is pushing inside. All of the fight leaves him as the first few inches sink inside, spreading him on a massive, throbbing cock. Gary groans, collapsing against the ground as the cock continues to spear him, pushing him to his limit. Inch by inch, more and more sinks into him, pushing far past where any man had touched before, until finally their hips are flush.
Gary takes a deep, shuddering breath, trying to force himself to adjust to the length inside of him. He’s never been so full before. He doesn’t even know what to do about this, afraid to move in fear of hurting himself on the cock inside him. His body clenches, and the wolf above him sighs, grip loosening on his hip. One of them is right beside his face, poking at his cheek with its nose as if to check up on him. Gary opens his mouth, but no sound comes up.
A fresh wave of fear washes over him as the wolf begins to pull out, and he realizes that it intends to fuck him.
“No no no no!” Gary begs with renewed vigor, even as pleasure sparks from the friction of the wolf pulling out of him. “It’s too big, you can’t-”
Gary is cut off by his own moan as the wolf pushes back in faster than the first time, hitting him in all the right places. Searing hot pleasure pools in his gut, leaving him slack jawed and breathless as the wolf bottoms out again, pushing him to the brink of what he can take.
This time, he isn’t given any time to adjust before the wolf is pounding inside of him, pummeling him into the ground with his cock. It’s overwhelming, forcing him to just sit there and take it, too afraid of moving and hurting himself on the creature’s monster dick. He’s never had anything so big or girthy before, and he never would have thought something of that size would even fit inside of him.
The creature's fur tickles his skin as he absolutely ravages Gary’s body, spearing him over and over again, leaving him with a loopy smile and a distant look, unable to process anything except what he’s feeling. He isn’t even cold anymore, both from being sheltered from the cool air by the body above him, and from the sweat beading on his skin from the rigorous movement.
Something catches at his rim with every thrust, growing and growing until it becomes too big to fit inside and just slams against his entrance, adding another layer of pleasure to the growing mountain. Gary is close, so close, legs shaking and chest heaving.
One more thrust and Gary is pushed over the edge, body clenching around the cock inside of him as his vision goes white. He moans loudly, back arching as his orgasm runs its course through him. At the same time, warmth floods his core, the creature’s seed pumping into his womb.
The wolf pulls out of him, leaving him aching and gaping, seed spilling out onto the ground below. Gary stares up at the stars, mind reeling from everything that had happened. He doesn’t think he can walk after this, how is he going to get back to camp? Worse than that, he doesn’t remember the way back.
As Gary is contemplating this, the second wolf approaches him, swapping with the tan one. It has its own cock in hand, hard and heavy, drooling precum all over Gary’s thigh. He flinches when it lands on his skin, eyes going wide in horror.
“I can’t take a second.” He protests meekly, but it doesn’t matter because he is already sliding home into Gary’s cunt, burying himself inside.
It feels so good to be full again, Gary’s body inviting the wolf in even as Gary’s mind protests. They’re not all three going to take turns with him, are they? He doesn’t think he will even survive that.
The black wolf sets a brutal pace, wasting no time and not letting Gary adjust to being full again. He grabs Gary by his hips, bending him in half so his back aches and his shoulders scrape against the dirt with every thrust. He gasps in time with the new wolf, eyes screwed shut. It feels so amazing even with the uncomfortable position. He can’t help it when his mouth falls open and he whines needily, begging for anyone to touch his clit again.
A rough tongue swipes over it, pushing the hood back to lap against the exposed nub. It’s almost too much for him to handle, making him groan and gasp. The forest is filled with the wet sounds of their hips meeting, and their ragged breathing. His skin is dripping with sweat, hot despite the cool air around him.
The other two wolves are watching them, eyes eagerly tracking their every moment like prey. Their tails are wagging, which he assumes is a good thing. He might make it out of here alive, after all.
The black wolf pounds into him, chipping away at his resolve bit by bit, until Gary is limp beneath him.
All at once he cums again, milking the semen out of the cock inside of him. The feeling of sperm fooding his womb only serves to make his orgasm more intense, pushing him further into overstimulation.
He doesn’t even feel the wolf pull out, one moment he is full, held in the air, and the next he is empty and laying on the ground again. He gasps for oxygen, filling his lungs with the cold air to try and bring him back to his senses, but it’s no use as the third wolf is approaching his used, wrecked hole.
This one is grayish, and his cock is just a bit smaller than the other two, bigger than the average human but maybe doable for Gary. He takes position carefully, covering Gary with his body and gingerly placing the tip of his cock against Gary’s stretched out entrance. Cum gushes out of him when the newest wolf pushes inside, making space for the girthy cock. Sanderson manages a weak groan of protest before falling limp again, letting the wolf do whatever he wants to his body.
This one is gentle with him at least, holding him with care like he might break if the wolf is too rough. Gary can’t say that he is wrong. Soft, tender thrusts spear him apart, almost skirting around his overstimulation. He can’t help the tears trailing down his cheeks and onto the ground below, or the desperate, barely audible begging not to be filled again.
He’s so worn out he can barely talk, voice raw from begging and pleading. His body feels used and wrung out, like it will take weeks for him to recover from this abuse. And somehow, on top of all of this, it still feels amazing. He can feel his own body clinging to the cock inside of him, like it never wants him to leave.
He grabs fistfulls of gray fur, clinging to the wolf for dear life as he is fucked within an inch of it. His legs have gone from quaking to numb, unable to move them anymore. He is exhausted, barely holding onto consciousness as his body is used like a sperm bank. A tongue laps against his clit, dragging a wet sob from his chest.
The black wolf approaches him cautiously, lapping up the tears as they roll down his cheeks. He whimpers, looking into the wolf’s big eyes, surprised to see sympathy in them.
Their connection is broken as an orgasm rips through him, forcing him to close his eyes and grit his teeth through it. It wrecks through him, ripping him apart at the seams and threatening to completely undo him. The entire time, the gray wolf pounds through it, big heavy balls slapping against his skin with every thrust.
Finally, when the last bits of pleasure are running their course, the gray wolf stutters to a stop, orgasming deep inside of Gary. Semen floods his womb for the third time that night, warming him from the inside. His cunt flutters around the cock, trying to clench but not having the energy to do it.
When the gray wolf pulls out, he collapses, too worn out to even think about running. All three of the wolves surround him, watching him as he struggles to get his limbs to do anything. He gives up with a sigh, eyes wide and vulnerable.
Tenderly, the tan wolf picks him up from the ground, brushing the dirt and debris from his back. Gary whimpers, clinging to the wolf weakly. His vision is fading fast, and he drifts in and out of consciousness as he tries to stay awake. Finally, he falls unconscious for the last time, head resting against the wolf’s shoulder.