Mated to the Pack Ch. 01

"Do other wolves recognize that you're different?"

"They do," Conor said. "Sometimes, a werewolf chooses to remain a wolf and not shift anymore. They usually become a pack leader because we tend to be bigger, stronger and smarter than normal wolves. They might do that if they can never reach leadership positions in our pack."

"Are you aware that you're werewolves in wolf form, and can you still think like a human?"

"We're always aware of our state as werewolves," Conor said. "We need to be, to make a shift back. We still reason, but we tend to be more feral, more instinctual and less civilized in wolf form. As a wolf, there's the pack, and the 'not pack' mentality, but not enough we'd ever consider you as food."

"Good to know," I said drily.

Conor chuckled.

"Will you be chosen as one of my breeders?" I asked.

"Probably not the first round. I might make it on the third or fourth if you stick around that long. I'm hoping you'll want to fuck your bodyguard in the interim though. You're very attractive."

"Thank you. So are werewolves."

"Have you ever had sex with another woman before?" Brigitte asked.

"I kissed a few girls in college, but never went much further than fumbling around. I have no moral or religious qualms about sex with women, but I've never done it. How much better can you smell?"

"In human form, we're about twenty times more capable with scents than humans. In wolf form, about a thousand times. I shifted briefly outside your house to see if any other shapeshifters or humans were nearby or inside. I could tell what you had for breakfast from outside the house. You use Pantene shampoo to wash your hair, Dove soap, Palmolive dish soap, and Secret deodorant. We'll be able to tell when you're fertile by scent."

"That's pretty impressive. Do you have regular jobs in human form?"

"Generally speaking, yes," Conor said. "I work as a bodyguard on the outside too. Packs treat money differently than humans. I guess you could say we're Communists. Our income goes to support the pack, we take money out as needed for our purposes. It's how we can afford to pay for your services."

"Since you're only thirteen in human years, how do you get a job?"

"The government provides ID's. We have to change our ID's on occasion too, because we live much longer than humans and don't age in the same way. My Driver's License says I'm twenty-five. That way, you won't get arrested for fucking a minor."

"Do you all live together?"

"We usually live four or five to a house, even if we're mated," Conor said. "We're more comfortable being with others of our kind. It's part of the pack mentality."

"We've entered the compound now," Brigitte said. "You can take the bag off your head if you want."

I unloosened the drawstring tie and pulled the bag over my head. We were on a dirt road in a heavily forested area. I saw a couple wolves, or werewolves, pacing the car. Advance warning, or checking out the new bitch?

Finally, I saw a large cluster of buildings, with one large one, perhaps a central hall, with a lot of wolves and naked people around it; big wolves, and beautiful people. There were several smaller buildings that might have been sleeping quarters, in a big circle, and a few large dog kennels with young wolves in them, the results of breeding as wolves, perhaps? There were several cars, trucks, and SUV's parked in the central courtyard.

Rene came out of the large building with another woman on his arm. She looked to be American Indian, darker complected, glossy black hair. She looked like an Indian princess, perhaps a Disney Pocahontas in another age. Both of them were naked, gloriously, fabulously, naked.

As soon as Conor and Brigitte got out of the car, they doffed their clothes. I swear I started drooling. They looked like body builders and models. Not muscle bound, by any means, but like big cats, or dare I say, wolves.

"Welcome, Miss Huppert. I'd like to introduce you to my mate, Sasha Black Cloud. Sasha, our intended breeder, Jessica Huppert."

Sasha took several large sniffs, as if imprinting my scent, then shook my hand.

"Welcome, Jessica, thank you for considering our proposal. You're a beautiful young woman."

"Nowhere near as beautiful as you, Sasha. I've never seen so many fit, healthy, gorgeous people together before. It's like being at a modeling convention."

"Flattery will get you everywhere with me," she laughed. "Was your ride comfortable? Can I offer you something to drink?"

"The ride was fine, and water for now."

"Come inside. We'll be eating in a half hour or so. For now, everyone wants to meet you and get your scent."

Sasha took my hand and led me indoors. Soon I was surrounded by gaggle of people and puppies, all sniffing me. A couple of the younger pups, I'd guess just reaching maturity, stuck their noses in my crotch, sniffing my sex. Sasha or Rene would push them away if they acted too forward, and nosed around my pussy more than was polite, I guess. They didn't really go into names, as I wasn't yet accepted into their social circle. That still had to be determined. Rene had quietly conferred with Conor and Brigitte, talking about I don't know what.

After everyone had a good whiff, I was seated at the main table between Rene and Sasha. Food was placed on the table, heavy on the meat. It's a good thing I wasn't a vegetarian. The meal didn't involve a lot of conversation. Wolves tended to eat like it was their last meal. 'Wolfing down your food', wasn't just an expression. I was the last one with food on her plate when everyone else seemed done. There was an air of expectation around me.

Rene said, "Conor and Brigitte informed me that you had a number of other questions. Is there anything else you need to know before you decide whether or not to become our breeder?"

"To be perfectly blunt, I'd like to see how a wolf has sex with a female. While I suspect I understand the mechanics of it, as I watched a few dog-human sex videos on the internet, they don't really address whether the women enjoy the sex."

"Alas, some of those poor women may have had sex with werewolves in the past, and they missed it, so they turn to dogs, which are poor substitutes. We can show you soon, as soon as you finish eating."

"Really, and what about the women who have sex with horses?"

"Some of that is nothing more than fetish porn, with women who are little more than slaves, but there are other species of shapeshifters."

"You mean they have to have sex the same way, with a human, or they die out?"

"Unfortunately, yes. The biology works the same way for them as it does for us. I suspect, that's where the fables of centaurs come from. Someone saw a change from horse to human or back, but it was a slower change than we normally do. It was probably during the first few changes where we're learning the mechanics of it, so they lingered between human and horse long enough to get the impression of a man's torso on a horse's body. Our first changes as werewolves usually take one to two minutes. The more we practice the change, the better we get at it. As you saw with me, I can go to wolf and back in less than a second. Conor, might still take two or three seconds. Brigitte is probably a second or so."

"The other question I had was if another pack did kidnap me to breed me. Would I still get paid if I had another pack's werewolf?"

"If you're with us when you deliver, the wolf will bond to our pack. While it's not ideal, we'd still pay you. If the wolf is born in another pack, you'd better hope they pay you."

"How likely is it that I'll get taken by another pack?"

"I'd expect some to try at least two or three times when you're pregnant or fertile, with perhaps a ten percent chance of success. We'll add another bodyguard when that occurs. If you are fertile, you'll have the wolves you've chosen to breed you as additional protection. Conor and Brigitte are very good at their jobs, and it would take a large number of wolves to overwhelm them. We will have others on call so if we know an attack is coming, we can prepare for it."

"I'm not getting warm and fuzzies from this chat."

"Where's your sense of adventure?" Sasha asked.

"One feels a little less adventurous when one is about to become destitute."

"If you were to sign an agreement for a minimum of two pups," Sasha said, "we could pay your initial 200K tomorrow, the next 200 upon the birth of the second."

Rene looked at Sasha. "Are you sure we should prepay, dear?"

"Look at her. She's a perfect human specimen; fit, in good health. You've been dying to fuck her ever since you met her. Half of the wolves in here are sporting boners because she's practically begging to be fucked."

I guess I'd have no secrets from the wolves, at least as far as sex went. I was feeling extremely aroused by all the beautiful naked flesh surrounding me. She wasn't wrong about the erections I was seeing on the males either. If a werewolf cock wasn't fully erect, they were at least half mast, whether in human or wolf form. I'd never seen so many lovely pricks. It applied to my host as well. His well formed cock was standing at attention beside me. If his mate wasn't sitting on the other side of me, I'd have been tempted to eat him for lunch.

"Will you sign an agreement for two pups?" Rene asked.

"Show me what a wolf breeding would look like, and I'll give you an answer," I said.

Rene shifted, just like that, and Sasha slid forward in her chair. Rene put his paws on either side of her, and she directed his wolf prick to her human looking pussy. I guess doggy style wasn't the only position a wolf could mate in. Rene had to be on his back paws, but any position where the female was at the right height, was doable. He humped forward, burying that masculine appendage inside of his mate. He gave four or five quick thrusts, driving it deeper, then the knot he'd spoken of must have formed as they were now locked together. Any movement by his hips, was echoed in her frame, attached as one.

Sasha put her hands on either side of his head and stroked his neck and ears as he humped against her human form, her hips jerking with his. I don't know if animals had orgasms, but Sasha definitely had two as I watched.

Apparently the pack leaders engaging in sex, released the others to do the same, and soon, half the room was engaged in sexual congress of one kind or another. Most were fully wolf, or fully human pairings, but there were at least three other mixed human/wolf pairings. One was a male with a female wolf, mounting her from behind, the other two like Rene and Sasha, except the male wolves were licking the pussies of the women. Did that ever look intriguing; those long, wet tongues seemingly penetrating deep inside of the woman's pussy. I wondered if they were currently fertile and couldn't have normal intercourse lest they have an unwanted pup or child, or pregnant, and couldn't shift. Condoms weren't a necessity if you didn't carry STD's and you could smell a woman's fertility.

Rene became more frantic in his thrusting, and he suddenly howled, and I knew he was cumming. The room was filled with more howls and yips as eacb wolf climaxed. Even in human form, they seemed to want to howl with their orgasm. Even after Rene's orgasm, he remained locked to his mate, except he changed again, and it was now a human cock buried deep in Sasha's pussy, and they kissed before he withdrew his dripping cock from her sheath. Her pussy seemed swamped with his cum. Much more than I was accustomed to seeing after I'd had sex. He'd said werewolves provided lots of semen. I guess that was right.

Sasha took her napkin and wiped herself down. "Does that answer your question?" She asked.

"I'll sign up for two pups," I said.

Rene licked his lips in a very wolf-like manner. I felt my pussy throb and he became rampant again. I shivered and Sasha laughed.

*******

I signed a contract obligating myself to provide two werewolf children. I provided my checking account number and Sasha said I would receive two hundred thousand dollars to that account first thing tomorrow morning via direct deposit.

Both of them kissed me before I left, and there was a lot more in those kisses than I usually received from someone I barely knew. Both Conor and Brigitte put a suitcase in the back of the Jeep before we left. I assumed they wore some clothes. I didn't have to wear the hood as I left the compound. I was one of them now, as much as a human could be, anyway. As far as I could tell, the compound was probably somewhere between Rockland and Augusta, northeast of Bath.

"Did either of you have sex at the compound?" I asked.

"We're your bodyguards. Only one of us can have sex while we're on duty and we didn't work it out ahead of time," Conor said, "so neither of us had sex. Did you enjoy what you saw?"

"What does my pussy scent tell you?"

Brigitte laughed. "You're an aroused bitch who can't wait to be fucked. You're filling up the car with 'fuck me pheromones'."

"I guess it's very difficult to have secrets from wolves?"

"About whether or not you want to have sex," Conor laughed, "probably."

"Conor, are you going to howl if you have sex and orgasm?" I asked

"Not in Bath. That's for the woods. Can't have wolf howls coming out of your house."

"What can you tell me about your pack?" I asked.

"Our pack is mostly Irish out of Boston, English out of Ontario and this area, French out of Quebec, and American Indian," Brigitte said, "with a smattering of other nationalities coming out of the other major New England cities."

"Were all the members of the pack at the compound?"

"About a third, mostly from within a hundred miles. There are around three hundred pack members, all concentrated in the Northeast. We're headquartered in Maine due to the heavy forestation. New York is populated enough to have it's own pack, primarily concentrated in the Adirondacks."

"Are there any werewolves in this area who aren't a member of your pack?"

"A few lobos who don't get along with anyone, and a few who've gotten kicked out of our pack, who've formed a couple small packs of their own, like five to ten members."

"How do you get kicked out of a pack?"

"Rape, murder, theft, the usual crimes," Connor said.

"Don't they get sent to prison?"

"Locking up a wolf where they're not free to shift and run is worse than death. We impose the death penalty on occasion, but never have we locked up a werewolf," Brigitte said.

"If most of you are pansexual and you can't refuse sex from a superior, how does one commit rape?"

"That was a simplification of the rules. You can't demand sex of a pregnant wolf, nor can a wolf demand sex of a higher ranked wolf, and you don't normally demand sex with a mated wolf. If you force your sexual attentions on one of those, it's rape. Theoretically, I can't rape Conor, because he's lower, not mated and can't get pregnant. He could get charged with raping me, because I'm a higher ranked wolf. Because you're not a wolf, anyone who forcefully had sex with you would be a rapist."

"What's the thing about werewolves and silver. All the legends say you need silver to kill a werewolf, but not why."

"We can be killed by anything if it's in the heart or brain, or if we're torn up badly enough we bleed out very fast," Conor said. "We do heal very fast, though. It's part of our shapeshifting ability. Theoretically, every time we shift, we're doing damage to bones and muscles, but we knit together so fast, it doesn't harm us. If you stabbed me, you couldn't see the evidence I'd been stabbed tomorrow. I'd be completely healed; no scars even.

"Silver interferes with our ability to heal. The only scars you'll ever see on a werewolf, are those made by silver. It's why silver bullets kill us easier than other bullets. Our bodies can't permanently repair the damage done by silver."

"Do you know why?" I asked.

"Obviously, we've studied it, but we don't know why it works the way it does, any more than we understand why we can't breed ourselves. It's part of what makes us werewolves. Perhaps God felt there had to be a way to kill us, or we would have overrun the earth."

"The Lone Ranger was originally a werewolf killer," Brigitte said. "When his story was romanticized, they left out the werewolf killer part of it. They left in the silver bullets though."

"You mean he wasn't a total fiction?" I asked.

"Not any more than werewolves," Brigitte said.

We arrived back at my place and Brigitte said she'd go out and buy groceries for all of us tomorrow.

"We eat a lot of meat," Brigitte said, "so it tends to get expensive if we don't hunt for ourselves. Who do you want in your bed tonight?"

"What?"

"One of us needs to sleep in your bed. It's the best way to protect you. The other one will assume wolf shape and sleep downstairs. They're the first line of defense, because the wolf is much more alert. Our human reactions are a little slower. We don't have to have sex, but we'd welcome it if you want it, but you need to choose one of us."

"You can't sleep in the other bedroom?" I asked.

"No. To give you an idea of why that's not possible, do you know how you had Rene stand twenty feet away from you before you allowed him to strip and shift?"

"Yes."

"He could have killed you before you got a shot off. If we're not in your room, we might not be able to save you. You might have gotten a shot off with me. I'm slower. Probably, almost definitely, with Conor. One of us has to be in bed with you."

"Well, shit!"

Brigitte smiled. "I promise, you don't have to have sex, but you need to make a choice."

"Will you be naked."

"It's easier to shift if we are. We could wear something flimsy which won't impede our shift, but flimsy is almost nude anyway."

"Fine, You can join me nude in bed."

"Don't mind if I do," Brigitte said, smiling.

"Aww," Conor said. "Don't you like me?"

"I might like you too much. I feel a little safer with Brigitte. I might be able to resist her," I said.

"That's a good sign for the future. I'll take it," Conor laughed.

Conor carried in both suitcases, Brigitte carried in a big dog bed, keeping her right hand free, her gun hand I'd eventually learn. One of them always left their right arm free when they were with me.

In the house, Brigitte asked for my gun.

"Why?"

"I'm going to load it with silver bullets. If you have to shoot a human, silver will still kill him. If you have to shoot a werewolf, it has to be silver, or you're probably dead. Most packs will want to keep you alive, but if you want to get paid, you need to breed with ours."

I took it out of my purse and handed it over. She replaced the ammo and handed it back. Only one of the suitcases was clothes. The other one was a small armory. Two assault rifles, four automatic pistols, ammo for all of them.

The clothes did get put in the spare bedroom, even if no one planned to use the bed.

"Is it all right with you if we get naked?" Brigitte asked.

If I was going to hang around with werewolves, I suppose I should get used to them behaving like wolves. I sighed.

"Go ahead."

The clothes came off, Brigitte putting them by the clothes washer for washing. Damn! They looked better naked than clothed. I doubted I'd make it a week before I was having sex with one or both. Brigitte looked no hairier than any other female. She did't trim anything, so her underarms and pubic region both had soft-looking red hair. Like Rene, Conor was hairier than most men I'd seen naked, though his hair was black, not Rene's brown. His cock, even flaccid, was six inches long, uncircumcised, thick and meaty. I felt my own arousal and I saw Conor sniff and then smile.

"I'd like to see both of you shift to wolves," I said. "If I have to shoot a wolf, I'd like to know for sure it's not one of you."