What if I was an adventurous little house dog that ran away into the woods and ended up lost in your territory? As soon as I saw your powerful frame and lithe body, I would present for you and beg you to come put your litter in me. Would you steal me away and claim me as your own? Or would I convince you to come home with me so we could both get pampered by my owner?
it's perfect timing we've crossed paths. i've been looking for a mate. but due to environmental destruction by humans, it's difficult to find anyone in these woods. the population is dwindling. yet, my instincts to sire pups is hitting hard.
when we encounter, we're curious of each other. sniffing, licking, butting our heads into one another. you look well-fed, well-groomed, healthy. a perfect mate to carry my pups to term. when you lift your tail and present yourself to me, i dont decline the invitation.
i mount you. pressing you and your clean fur against the dirt and grass of the forest floor. pumping my haunches hard, panting fast, my wolf cock fills you in a way no cock of your species could. you bark and howl how bad you need a litter from me. your sweet begging and wet succulent hole sends me over the edge. what feels like liters of my hot wolf cum erupts inside you with each powerful flex of my cock.
after our frenzied fuck, we slow down. lick each other's maws. cuddle. play chase in the forest. but it's late and our fun is coming to a close. it's time for you to go home before your owner gets worried.
on your walk back, my sperm is seeping deep inside your body. it rushes to fertilize your waiting eggs. the cells multiply, sending chemical signals to rewire your brain and body to be the perfect carrier of my pups.
it's not the last you see of me. you start visiting my territory regularly. i invite you to my den. mating has become routine. several times a week you're coming home with my cum dripping between your legs. i notice the gradual shift in your scent, the confirmation of pregnancy setting in. it's only a matter of time before you show.
over time your stomach rounds out. my pups cling to life in your womb. kicking. announcing their presence. rows of nipples bloom across your torso, ready to nourish the pups. it's immediately obvious to me you're very pregnant. but you know who it's not obvious to? your owner.
your owner is oblivious to your changes. they think you packed some weight on your belly from being fed too much. they reduce the portions they give you. it's the opposite of what you need. you're a dog growing our precious offspring. you need all the energy you can get.
you come to me hungry. not to worry. i will hunt for you. i return to you with assorted delicacies of the forest: deer, rabbit, squirrel, fish. it's nothing like anything you've eaten before. you wolf it down and ask for seconds.
doesnt fresh, flavorful, juicy meat taste so much better than monotonous, dry kibble pellets?
you start spending more time in my territory than at home. when you are home, your owner expresses concern why your condition is not improving. they call the vet and schedule an appointment. this can have only one grave conclusion: termination of the pregnancy.
you wont miss your old home. my territory is spacious and freeing. there's consistent, quality food. and a loving mate. most likely your owner was going to schedule an abortion, get you fixed, and you'd never be able to have pups again. you avoided that fate.
you will birth soon. and together, we will populate the vacant forest with litter after litter of our wolfdog hybrids.
