I wasn’t sure how long I’d been running. Slivers of the moon were visible through the heavy foliage above. It didn’t matter. I couldn’t stop. I was so much slower than them.
I had a small head start. I’d lose it if I so much as stumbled.
My heartbeat thundered in my ears as I ran. There was no path in the woods. I squinted into the dark for trees. I’d dodged them all so far. Most at the last second.
Then my view flipped upward. My feet ran on nothing, then my back hit the ground. Some creek bed I couldn’t see until the last minute.
It was too late anyways. They were on me.
I’d thought it would be a good idea to go camping by myself one spring weekend. It was finally warming up, I’d gotten through the dark winter months, and it felt like my seasonal depression was lifting. The best celebration, in my mind, was going deep into the woods where there was no cell service and no one could bother me for at least a week.
I packed a stack of books, a bottle of gin, and the rest of my camping essentials. I’d gotten a new hammock I wanted to test out. There was part of the forest near a nice bend in the river that was perfect for a midday nap.
All-in-all, it was shaping up to be a great vacation.
When I pulled my old sedan into the entrance to the campground, I could see a few other people had the same idea as me. The RV hookups near the front held a few families, their TVs blaring the sounds of sports through my open windows. Luckily, I was headed towards one of the spots furthest from the entrance.
As I drove down the path, I passed a few glampers, several old dudes clearly on their way to fish, the usual. Campers thinned out as the allotments with electrical and gas hookups ended, and then there was a long period of no campers at all. Finally, as I approached the most remote spaces, I spotted an odd trio camping together.
The three people were striking in one way or another. The first was slim and had short silver hair, her tight graphic tee showing off slight curves and how long her arms and fingers were, ending in longer painted nails. She was emerging from a tent, head swiveling toward the noise of my car. The next was short and muscular, with jet-black hair and intricate blackout tattoos stretching from their neck to the tips of their fingers. They were putting something wrapped in tin foil into their campfire, and their eyes flicked up to my windshield briefly.
The third was whittling something with a large knife in her pale hands. She was just in a sports bra and joggers, not tall or short but solidly built, the knife in her hands moving quickly, then pausing. That woman met my eyes as I drove by, and I found myself frozen for a moment. Her gaze was almost hidden under a fringe of dark brown hair, but her eyes were gold.
My car kept traveling, even if my brain didn’t. Just as she slipped into my peripheral vision, I saw her lift her head and take a deep breath in, her nostrils flaring.
When I looked back in my rear view mirror, all three were smiling.
There was a slight bend in the road before I reached my reserved lot. The three strangers were just out of sight. I parked and began to set up camp, trying and failing to keep my mind on task.
All three of them had been noticeably pretty, and I had been single for ages and ages after throwing myself into my work for so long. I couldn’t really be blamed for thinking about it a little. What it would be like to hook up with some random stranger I met at a campground.
With random strangers, even.
I really did need to think about starting the fire and setting up my tent, but by the time I had unpacked everything, I had caught myself staring at the bend in the road multiple times.
Night fell fast in the dense woods. I had planned on an early bedtime, intending to rise early and hike, so I double-checked my car was locked and picked up my bucket of water for the fire.
Something rustled in the brush behind me, louder and heavier than just the wind blowing through the trees. I whirled around, but nothing was visible past the small glow of my fire. I waited, but no further sounds followed. After another moment, I shook my head, and put the fire out. If something happened, I was sure there were enough people nearby that it would be fine.
I sat up several hours later out of a dead sleep. I wasn’t sure what had woken me, but there was a prickling feeling on the back of my neck.
Then, I heard what sounded like a growl.
I was unzipping my sleeping bag and bolting out of the tent before I realized what I was doing. Was it the smartest move? Probably not. Did I know I most likely was not going to die in my tent? Absolutely. But I ran anyway.
I turned right. That should have taken me to the front of the campgrounds. Instead, a large, looming shadow blocked my way. Its eyes glinted, reflecting what little light there was from the moon.
A quick glance over my shoulder revealed a similar figure approaching from my own campsite.
The only way was left. I ran until I fell.
Now, I lay flat on my back. I couldn’t breathe in. My back had hit the ground too hard.
Three shadows crested the creek bed not far above me.
They looked like huge wolves, one light and two dark in the moonlight. But they moved ever so slightly wrong as they descended toward me. Like they didn’t normally walk on all fours.
And as the silver one reached me, it put out a long, clawed hand, pulling me out of the mud and into fallen leaves. It then dragged its hand down my chest, ripping the neckline of my shirt.
I tried to scramble backwards, away, anywhere. My back hit something large and warm. Huge hands covered in jet-black fur and ending in wicked claws gripped my forearms. I looked up into more predatory eyes.
The silver werewolf resumed cutting my clothes off of me. Its claws sliced into my skin, too. I screamed, and the wolf tilted its head, then growled.
My eyes wide, I shut my mouth, but still couldn’t stop myself from whimpering.
Above me, the silver wolf grasped my pants. It tugged the two halves apart, ripping them enough to expose me.
The third werewolf, its coat a dark brown, stepped out of the darkness behind its packmate. It stuck its nose in between my legs, sniffing my dick and the holes below it before lifting its head to look at me.
Her eyes were golden.
I looked back at the clawed hands gripping my arms. The fur was thinnest on the fingers. I could see the faint outlines of the negative space of blackout tattoos.
Then a hand gripped my head and forced me to look forward, pressing my face into musky fur. The dark brown werewolf gripped her sheath with one hand and pressed her thumb into the corner of my lips, opening my teeth. The smell of her already had me dazed, and I let the tip of her cock slide into my mouth.
I couldn’t move my head, my face up against the fur of her stomach. I felt the black wolf holding me stiffen against my lower back. The werewolf cock in my mouth pulsed, pushing out of its sheath further into my throat, and I moaned.
Just when I felt like I was going to choke, the wolf pulled back, then started fucking my face in earnest. A wet nose pressed between my legs, and I let out a muffled shriek. The silver wolf licked between the lips of my cunt and over my dick, then repeated the action, holding my legs down when they began to shake.
The brown wolf gripped my hair in both hands, then pulled me off of her cock. I looked up to see her licking her lips before she shoved my head into the now huge cock of the black-coated werewolf. They gripped my hair in turn and ran their cock around my lips, then slid into my throat.
I closed my eyes and let my mouth be used, then groaned as I felt the brown werewolf press into my cunt, mounting me. Her claws bit into my hips as she started fucking me in earnest, the tapered length of her cock stretching me open until she could hilt me fully. Her rhythm slid me back and forth on the cock in my throat. The wolf in front of me growled softly, then louder, and I could feel the base of their cock start to get larger.
Before they could press their knot behind my teeth, they popped out of my mouth. I dazedly opened my eyes to see the silver wolf pushing its packmate aside and shoving its own cunt into my mouth. The hot smell of it was overwhelming, and I could feel myself getting harder and clenching down on the brown werewolf reflexively.
The silver wolf gripped my hair so tightly I screamed into its cunt, and I felt it growling and fighting off the black wolf before spasming and coming into my mouth. It allowed itself to be pushed off of me, and my mouth was full of cock again.
Blood ran down my thighs from where the brown wolf gripped my hips into my ripped pants. My arms dangled down as I was fucked from both ends, my mouth and cunt making obscene noises. As it filled my mouth over and over and its knot grew again, the werewolf in front of me tried to shove their length further, but my mouth couldn’t open wide enough. They came anyway, slipping out of me and coating my lips and face in cum.
I couldn’t hold myself up, and my face hit the dirt. The brown werewolf was luckier, and her knot popped into my cunt, making me scream as I felt her full girth. She bit down on the back of my neck, hard, and I felt the sting of my skin breaking there too. Blood ran over my shoulder and onto the forest floor. The werewolf growled as she bit me, and suddenly I felt myself being filled with her cum. She thrust into me a few more times, then collapsed onto me. I keened, the action tugging the knot in me but not able to pull it out. I wouldn’t be moving any time soon.
And no one was expecting me back home for six more days.