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The pack ran. The pack hunted. You hunted with them. Leaves in your short hair, your naked body bearing scratches and scuffs from the undergrowth. Callouses on your feet, a sharpened spear in your hand. You'd joined the pack years ago, barely a teen when the world fell apart and you ran as the skies burned with azure fire. The forests reclaimed the land, your pack's territory grew, and you became a respected member of the family.
The wolves could smell better than you, but needed rest more often. You could trace the wounded beast you're tracking for longer, seeing where its limping broke branches, where it left fur on thorns and twigs, and when your family had caught their breath, they could follow you. It wasn't far now. Your prey was moving clumsily. This is the final push.
You broke the treeline. A wounded elk knelt at a brook, drinking the clear, cold water. A hazy memory crossed your mind. Before the war, nothing could drink from these streams without risking death or worse, now they run pure and clean. It doesn't matter. You threw your spear. The sharpened point struck true, sinking into the flank of the elk. It bolted.
The wounded beast made for the treeline. The barbed held as the shaft dragged, shaking the spear in its flank and letting your friends catch up easily. A wolf latched onto the beast's neck and brought it down, tearing flesh and dislocating bone. You pulled a knife from the sash wound around your calf. The last piece of civilization you carried: a folding blade, meticulously sharpened, the handle sporting the flag of a nation that doesn't exist. A quick cut. Its suffering ended in a sanguine spurt.
You set about dressing the meat. Your family let you work. They knew that once you were done the kill would last longer, go further. They gathered sticks for you, which you assembled into a basic rack, hanging strips of meat over the wood and lighting a smoky fire underneath. You'd learned how to smoke meat from a book, back when you still risked going into the ruins of towns. Now the black objects floated, ever vigilant, scooping up anything that came too close.
No. The forests are safer.
You cut one last portion from the carcass. This would be dinner while you waited for the rest. Skewered on the spear, you held it over the fire as the wolves feasted on the remains. The meat sizzled and spat as you turned it, roasting it through.
You ate. The juices running down your chin and wetting your cheeks. You threw the occasional morsel to your packmates, who snapped them up greedily.
Night was falling, the sky darkening to a dusty purple. The meat was smoking gently. It'll keep for a week or so though it'll probably only last for a couple of days. After that another week then another hunt. Now though, your belly was full. Your family lazed around you, some playing, some relaxing on the cool grass. One padded over to you. A young male who's had his intentions on you for the past few weeks. His muzzle still carried flecks of blood, but his head was low, ears drooping in submission to you.
You scratched behind his ears, rubbing the fur either side of his head. You lay back and let him lie on top of you, rubbing and scratching, hearing the thump-thump-thump of his tail on the grass as his tongue lolled out of his open mouth. He rolled over onto his back and you rubbed his belly, hand buried in the thick fur of his midriff.
Did you mean for your hand to stray so far down? Or had you seen the vivid red tip poking out from the tawny-furred sheath? Were you expecting what was to come? Anticipating it?
You held the base of his cock through the skin of his sheath as he humped against your hand. It was already long and thick, protruding as it was, even before the knot inflated. You'd seen your packmates mating before, even woke once or twice to clumsy excited humping on your leg or back, once one had even managed to push itself between your muscular thighs, coating your skin in sticky, strong-smelling fluid.
A thought crossed your mind. You stuck out your tongue and ran it up the length of the cock before you, hearing the panting get louder and faster as you did. It tasted like it smelled, musky and strong, maybe tangy? Either way, you felt yourself get wet, your sinuses opening to let the smell in as your pulse quickened.
You lay on your front, pushing your hips up and presenting yourself to the young wolf. A weight hit your rear, blunt claws grappling up your back until he got into position, thrusting madly against you. His cock kept slipping down, hitting your clit as it rubbed the outside of your pussy. Your legs and your belly were already slick, moistened by the precum leaking from his cock. You grabbed his cock and helped it in, your virgin cunt already tingling and ready for him.
He pushed in. You'd always expected your first time to hurt, to bleed, it didn't. Even as he forced himself into you, all you could do was whimper and whine. The rest of the pack was taking notice. A bitch getting bred would normally attract a few more interested males, but you weren't an ordinary bitch. Half the males in the pack were padding over to you, sniffing and barking, sensing your readiness.
The young male was pounding at you, his cock all the way in as his narrow hips pushed and his knot started to swell. One hand braced your body against the ground as the other held the knot in you, the wolf's jerking thrusts threatening to shake it out. You squeezed your pussy against him, feeling the wolf cum spill into you, the thin fluid leaking out around his knot, coating your hand. Your clit stood on end, aching for a touch. You gave up holding yourself. Both hands between your legs now, one holding onto the knot threatening to fall out, the other rubbing your clit in time to your strained whines and pants.
You bit back a scream. Your whole body was aflame, clenching and shaking. The knot slipped mid-orgasm, spraying your rear end with thin cum as even more leaked from you. Another wolf took the youngster's place. You couldn't see which, but you could feel its cock hammering into your cunt as the first started licking his cum from your clit. The tongue on your pussy as a new knot began to take root in you, squirting a fresh load of cum in.
Another wolf took the opportunity. He knelt over your head, humping at your face, the tip of his cock poking out, searching for a warm, wet hole to bury itself into. You opened your mouth to him, angling for the cock as it found its mark. Your newly freed hand, stinking of cum and musk, pulled back the sheath, allowing the shaft to push between the seal of your lips, spraying bittersweet salty liquid into your mouth. You held the back of his cock, behind the knot as he humped your face. The taste changed, becoming more bitter, saltier. Your mouth watered as it twitched, hosing your tonsils with the hot liquid as his balls dangled inches from your nose, filling your head with the mind-emptying sweat and musk.
You felt the knot in your pussy fall out as you lost your grip on it, more spunk squirting onto your ass and pussy, lubricating you for the next cock. It didn't feel like either of the others, there weren't that many males in the pack. Were they all taking a turn?
The knot in front of your face started to deflate as the pumps dried out. You let the wolf go and he padded away, interest waning now his balls had been drained down your throat.
You rubbed your clit and held the cock in your pussy, feeling ever more wolf seed flowing in your slick, soaking pussy until another orgasm greeted you. The ground muffled your moans as your face ground into the dirt. Your body was exhausted, your arms dropping as the last wolf fell out. You felt your cunt tensing lazily, cum dripping out of you as you stayed propped up on your knees, unwilling to move.
Nobody else took a turn on your soaking, gaped pussy, you felt the cum inside you leaking out, except for what filled your womb.
Can a human have puppies? You're going to find out.