Peter and the Wolf

Peter and the Wolf

No one can be sure about hermits. Why they became hermits is sort of a mystery. Very few hermits are willing to talk about their choice to cut themselves off from society and live in an environment created, for the most part, by nature.

Not that Peter really cared. He was raised in the woods and that was where he would live out his years. He had gone to the nearby city once. He picked up some useful items but found no desire to stay there. Unlike most others he had no need to be surrounded by people. The trip back from the city, laden with supplies, had been long and tough, so he had no particular longing to go back. He stayed in his house in the woods, where his parents had lived until their death, and didn't bother anyone. And the people, who had long ago deemed the woods to be haunted, hadn't bothered him.

Another thing, Peter had no empathy with the animals. As far as Peter saw it the animals that mattered were either a food source or something with teeth that wanted to eat you. Sometimes he would watch the birds fly in the sky but he would also leave traps around the woods. When he wasn't hunting animals were just part of the scenery, like the trees or the sky.

It was a day in late autumn. The wind was blowing hard through the trees and sent Peter's brown hair into disarray. The heavy coat he wore was keeping most of the cold away from his body but it was still chilly. Peter was checking his traps for one last time before he retired to the house for winter. So far he had no luck, all the traps were empty. There was one more to check, one last chance for some meat to shove in the refrigerator. If that was empty he would have to start butchering the farm animals that lived in the barn portion of the house earlier than planned.

"NOOOOOOOOOO!"

The scream brought Peter out from his pondering of plans for winter. His head swiveled around searching for the scream's source, a woman if he guessed right.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"

From the south, definitely the south, the direction of the last trap. Peter started to sprint, forgetting about the cold. The gun resting from a strap on his shoulder found its way into his hands.

He pushed his way through some bushes and stopped. A blonde woman on her hands and knees was wildly thrashing around as a wolf fucked her from behind. The wolf's forearms rested on her naked back, almost crushing her body into the ground. She screamed again as the wolf pushed its large swollen cock into her abused cunt. Peter watched, mesmerized by the sight of the beautiful young woman being raped by a large canine.

As the wolf continued to pound its body against her, the woman's body was rocked by each thrust. Her modestly sized tits bounced in disarray. Peter wasn't sure but she seemed to have tears in her eyes. He was amazed that she had the energy to scream and struggle as her body was being brutally fucked.

But quickly the energy fled her body and exhaustion took over. The woman offered no resistance as the wolf's large cock slid in and out of her pussy. Her head bent over in shame and tears fell to the ground but her body continued to rock under the wolf's powerful body.

She looked up for only a second and caught eyes with Peter. Her face racked with pain and despondency she pleaded in a quiet voice that traveled through the autumn air.

"Help me."

Not taking his eyes off her face, perhaps the most beautiful he had ever seen, Peter cocked his gun and fired a bullet into the wolf's head. For a brief second, in all likely hood from reflex, the wolf jerked around, pulling the woman's body along with it. Finally the large animal collapsed on top of the woman's body, it's swollen cock still taking residence inside her cunt. Unable to sustain the weight, the woman too collapsed.

Peter ran to help her. He began to pull the wolf's body off of her but she told him to stop in a weak voice.

"I've got to get this thing off of you ma'am. You don't look well."

"Wait, before you do I have to tell you something."

"It can wait until you're better."

"No it can't!"

The force of her last statement made him stop. She couldn't be very strong, if she was using that much energy to tell him something he would have to listen. He waited, staring intensely at her face. Her blonde hair was a mess, but he couldn't help but think that she looked like a princess in the story books his mother used to read to him from. If not for what he just witnessed he would have considered her a delicate example of beauty.

"Please, listen to me. I have a curse. I'm not joking, you have to believe me."

He would believe anything she said. If she told him trees could fly he'd be watching the air for flying elms. But he settled for saying, "I'm listening."

"I have to have a cock in me, to stay human. If I don't have a penis in my body, in my ass, my cunt, or my mouth I turn into a wolf. That's why that wolf was fucking me, he thought I was a potential mate, but when his cock got put my body I turned back into a human."

She was crying profusely now.

"I don't want to be a wolf, it's horrible. And the more I stay like it the more I begin to act like one. I'm turning into a wolf... Oh god, you've got to help me. This is the first time I've been human in a year. No one wants to fuck a wolf. And I'm afraid if I do it with a wolf I'll forget about being human and... Oh god."

The woman broke down and wept uncontrollably. Peter wanted to make her feel better but wasn't sure what to do. Either she was delusional or she was cursed. Life in the woods had taught him long ago not to rule out any sort of magic. That damn magician at the end of the woods had turned at least six criminals seeking refuge in the woods into various animals to guard his fortress.

Peter sighed, the sight of the beautiful woman crying was making him depressed. "So what do you want me to do with this wolf?"

"I don't know," the woman said between sobs. "I don't want to be a wolf again."

"I could just cut off the cock."

She gave him a mean look and he regretted his words instantly. Well, at least it kept her from crying.

"I'm not going to go around with a dead wolf's cock jammed up my cunt."

"Oh, sorry. So what do you want to do."

She up at him, her body still under the wolf's. "C-could you fuck me?"

God yes, Peter thought. "Are you sure?"

"P-please. I need to be human."

"If you'll let me I'd be happy to fuck you. But let me just get this wolf body off you and I'll take you to my house."

"B-but I can't go into the city naked."

"I live here in the woods."

She made a silent "oh" with her lips. She hadn't expected that. Peter pulled at the wolf's body. It weighed a lot less than he thought it would. He was able to carry it with relative ease. He gave a final tug and the wolf's cock popped out of the woman's cunt.

But the woman wasn't there anymore. In her place was a sleek female wolf. It looked up at him with pleading eyes, whimpering. Maybe, thought Peter, I'm going delusional.

"Follow me," he said, feeling a bit foolish.

Carrying the dead wolf's body he walked home.

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On the way back to his house Peter was beginning to have second thoughts. Maybe he had imagined the whole thing. It could just have been a hallucination brought about by need for companionship. He hadn't talked to another human in five years, a woman in eight. When his father had been his age he had been married for three years.

Of course if he had imagined the whole thing, that didn't explain why the female wolf wasn't trying to rip his throat out for killing her mate.

As they approached the house, the she-wolf slowed in pace. The house was really two separate buildings under one roof. There was the farm area where animals and crops were raised to make the house self-sufficient. The indoor farm, the brainchild of Peter's grandfather and accomplished through indoor heating and sunlamps, took up ninety-nine percent of the structure, making the house seem incredibly huge when the actual living space was about average.

Peter opened the door by tapping the password on the keypad. The door clicked open and Peter pushed it inward. He waited for the she-wolf to enter before kicking the door closed behind him.

After depositing the wolf carcass in the freezer for emergencies, Peter retired to the living quarters. The living space was divided into four small rooms: two bedrooms, a kitchen, and a living room with a fireplace. Peter walked into the living room, followed by the she-wolf.

Peter sat in his chair in front of the fire place. A small fire was already going so the room was bathed in natural warmth. The she-wolf sat in front of him, staring at him expectantly. He looked at the wolf, examining her every detail. Could she really be the beautiful woman from earlier, he wondered. He wanted to help her but he wasn't sure that shoving his cock into this female wolf was the way to do it.

Maybe he was just hoping. Fantasizing that he could see her again, by fucking the wolf, as if that were all it would take to bring her into his life again, if she had ever existed in the first place. It was entirely possible that he had become so desperate to be with a princess he remembered from the fairy tales, that he was creating delusions for himself. Maybe the solitude was finally getting to him. Did he want to be the kind of man who could only get his pleasure by fucking animals?

No, he had to hold on to his self respect. Alone in the woods, he had to at least be able to tell himself that he was a normal human being. If he went around fucking animals he would bring shame on every generation of his family that had preceded him. His parents would spin in their graves.

But what if doing so meant he could see the woman again? He could remember her face so vividly. She was so beautiful, so sad. He wanted to help her. She was afraid of losing her humanity, afraid she would be stuck as a wolf forever. He wanted to help her so much.

Peter unbuttoned his pants and pulled down his zipper. Was losing his honor worth risking to be with the woman again? Peter decided, yes. He tugged his cock out from his underwear so that it hung freely in his sitting position. He looked at the wolf, praying that this would work.

The she-wolf rose on all fours and took a step towards him. Peter had a momentary doubt, the thought of his dream woman seeming to be a silly fantasy when faced with this real wolf. As if sensing his hesitation the she-wolf walked forward toward him. Her head rested in his lap.

Her jaw suddenly opened, revealing sharp teeth within her mouth. Peter was frightened, thinking he had made a terrible mistake. The she-wolf moved her mouth so that his penis was engulfed by her snout. Her jaws closed. Peter winced.

But pain did not come. Afraid to look, afraid that his cock had been bitten off, Peter slowly opened his eye lids and looked down.

The woman from before was kneeling between his legs with his cock in her mouth. It had worked! Both were silent as she slowly brought him to hardness with her mouth, massaging his shaft with her tongue. Her blonde hair seemed more orderly now, as her head bobbed between his thighs. He reached out to touch her face and she brought her hand over his own, guiding it to caress her beautiful features even as she took his manhood between her lips.

She guided his hands down her body, across her neck to her chest. He cupped her supple breast as she reveled in her humanity.

Soon he was hard as granite, and she disengaged her mouth from his cock. She pulled away. The moment her mouth left his cock she began to transform back into a wolf. This time Peter saw the process and had no doubts in his mind what he must do. He stood and removed his clothing. His hard member jutted from his body even as he knelt down.

Gently he lay the she-wolf on it's back. It was a little difficult, for wolves were not meant to lie in such a way. Once he was sure she was steady Peter began to search for her vagina. It took about thirty seconds of gentle prodding and caressing but Peter found it. He lined up his cock with the furry orifice and thrust forward without hesitation.

The instant his cock's head penetrated her body the wolf reverted back to the woman. Considering that she had been fucking the large cock of a wolf only hours before, the woman's cunt was surprisingly tight. Her eyes stared up at Peter with adoration.

"Thank you," she whispered.

Peter let her savor the feelings of humanity, not moving his cock, allowing it to remain halfway in her cunt. He didn't mind, the sensation of being in such a woman's body was a wondrous experience.

The woman was caressing her own body, feeling the thrill of being human once again.

"Thank you," she said again, tears of joy leaking from her eyes.

Peter shifted the weight of his body so he could lie on top of her, supporting himself with his arms. He leaned forward and kissed her passionately. She seemed startled but returned his kiss with earnest. She pulled his body to her in a powerful embrace and wrapped her legs around his hips.

Peter began to thrust his cock further into her supple cunt. Their bodies shivered with pleasure as they allowed their bodies to join and experience one another's warmth. His thrusts were slow, allowing his shaft to slide out and return to the sanctuary of her welcoming orifice.

Her limbs held him tighter. She drew his body into hers as if she were afraid it would be taken from her the moment she let go. But there was no desperation in her embrace, only determination. As their hips collided with each thrust of his cock she held him tighter. Their bodies pressed against each other, he could feel each deep breath she took by the movement of her naked breasts against his chest.

His cock continued its repetitive journey between the lips of her cunt. With each thrust, their ecstasy became more intense as both felt their impending orgasms approach. She began to hump him back, causing a rhythm of colliding crotches as they eagerly pressed their throbbing sexes to converge.

The sexual rapture of climax filled their bodies simultaneously. Their groans of euphoria mixed into a symphony of elation.

Once his mind began to recover, Peter pulled the woman to him and rolled on his back, allowing her to rest on his body. Her exhausted body began to nestle on his form, her head snuggling into his chest.

Wearily she whispered, "Thank you" and fell asleep.

Peter stroked a few stray hairs away from her face and joined her in her slumber.

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When the woman awoke she found that Peter's arms were lightly holding her body to his. She propped her head up with her hands and looked down at his face, he was awake.

"Good morning," he said.

"You should have woken me," she said, only a little cross.

"Why? You looked so peaceful sleeping."

"I want to enjoy every moment I can as a human before I turn into that damned wolf again."

"I still can't believe you're a wolf."

Her eyes began to mist up and Peter was instantly sorry he had said those words.

"I'm not a wolf. It's a curse. I hate it. I hate it! Some stupid witch thought I was trying to steal her husband, so she made me into a wolf. She said if I was so hungry for her husband, I could only be a human again when I had a cock in me. I've tried to get someone to fuck me for over a year. I kept getting chased away. I had to avoid traps to survive, kill animals to eat. I almost forgot what it was like to be human."

She burst into tears and buried herself in his chest. He cradled her in his arms soothingly.

"Don't make me turn back," she whispered, pleading with him.

"I've got to take care of the farm eventually."

"No, don't leave me. I can't take being a wolf again."

"I won't leave you," he promised. He meant it. Peter didn't ever want to be away from her. "I have to do my work, but I'll always come back to you. Every day, I'll make sure you stay human as long as possible."

She looked at him, doubt in her eyes. "Why would you do this for me?"

He answered truthfully. "You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. I want to spend my life with you."

She looked at him, shocked. She sat up, straddling his hips. He raised so that they faced each other. She looked as if she were trying to say something, but she was unsure of what.

Finally she asked, "You'll make me human every day?"

"Every."

She droppd her head to his and kissed him.

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An owl landed on the window sill and looked into the house. The bird did this often, enjoying watching the humans inside interact. Also, the warmth was good.

Very amicable, thought the owl.

It had been many months since the woman, who was also a wolf, began living in the house. Each morning she would awake with his cock buried in her cunt, the member growing hard with the morning rush of blood. The couple would fuck and he would carry her to the kitchen where they would feed one another.

Then the woman would get off his body, a sad expression on her face, and the man would get dressed. For a few hours he would work in the indoor farm before returning to the kitchen. The man dropped his pants and underwear first thing upon reaching the kitchen. He would sit in a chair and the wolf leapt into his lap. Slowly the man lowered the canine's ass onto his cock and the woman would reappear. The couple would eat lunch while the woman playfully gyrated on the man's cock. He made odd expressions when she gyrated, and the owl correctly guessed that she was feeling odd sensations herself.

After lunch the man went back to work for another few hours before finishing for the day. Again he would take off his pants and underwear and go into the room with the fire. The wolf would again jump in his lap and he would lower her cunt onto his erect member. The woman would again reappear. They went to a closet and she would put on a dress she had made with a special slit in the skirt so she could wear it while his cock was in her.

The man would sit down again, the woman sitting on his lap, his cock snugly in her cunt, and they would go about whatever activities they wanted to for that night. Usually the woman read or made new clothing for herself. Finally they would return to bed and fuck before going asleep.

Tonight the woman was reading a book. The owl was disappointed. When the woman was making clothing the man would playfully squeeze her breast or thrust his hip in order to tease the woman. When the woman read he did nothing, not wanting to distract her from intellectual pursuits. He kept saying how she should exercise her human mind.

But this time the man did squeeze the woman's breast. She turned to look at him as best she could from her position.

"What is it?" she asked pleasantly.

"We've been together for three months haven't we?"

"Yes. I believe so."

"Are you happy here?"

The woman's brow knitted in mock deep thought. "Yes, I think so. Yes, I very much like it here."

The jesting tone was lost on the man. "Good, because there's something I've been meaning to ask you a long time."

"The answer is yes, I love you. You mean as much to me as my humanity, and that you are the one to bring it to me every day is a gift from God himself."

"I- I'm so happy to hear that."

"I just thought you should know. I didn't want you to doubt it. You shouldn't have to question it."

"No, it's not that. I was going to ask what you're name is."

"Oh. I don't think I remember. I haven't used it in almost a year and... Oh wait. I remember it! I remember! It's...."

And the owl flew away home to it's mate.

The End

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