NTRPG - Fallen Heroines

"Not the worst situation I've ever been in," she reasoned. "I just need to-"

A dry snap echoed from her left.

Her very close left.

With deliberate slowness Agnes turned to find herself staring into the yellow eyes of the most massive wolf she had ever seen.

Instinctively her hands started slowly inching toward her daggers, even as she felt the blood drain from her face.

'Shit. Shit. Shit.' She thought as she found herself staring at the massive animal's equally massive teeth. Each one was probably about half the length of one of her daggers, and in the low light of the setting sun they practically glistened.

This was bad.

'Of course, it wouldn't be quite so bad if you hadn't just exhausted yourself for no goddess damned reason,' Agnes chastised herself as she slowly propped herself up.

'Of course, we weren't exactly expecting to encounter a wolf the size of pony today either.' She re-joined, 'I didn't even know they made wolves the size of ponies. Ten to one odds it was fucking magic.'

As if in response to her reaching for her weapons, the massive grey animal stepped forward, emitting a low growl that resonated through the air. Agnes tensed, but refused to look away. That would just invite the animal to attack; and with her aching limbs, successfully outrunning the beast was a long shot at best. Her best bet to avoid a confrontation was to ensure that she didn't look like easy prey.

'That, or kill it in one move,' The rogue reasoned as her initial surprise faded away and her training rose to the fore of her thoughts.

'Could I kill it in one move?' She wondered as she glanced at the creature's intimidating size.

Her blades were sharp, and she could put a surprising amount of force behind them relative to her size, but she was far from sure that would be enough to pierce through the wolf's eye and into its brain in one smooth movement.

At least not without the animal taking a chunk out of her in the process.

That was of course assuming that the animal didn't have some kind of magical protection. Which wasn't entirely outside the realm of possibility when dealing with gigantic wolf sized ponies that definitely weren't supposed to be here.

'Well, it's not like I've got much choice here,' Agnes conceded as the wolf took another growling step toward her.

Slowly she wrapped both hands around the hilt of her blades.

At times like this most people might have sent a prayer to one of the deities for aid. Agnes didn't. She would sooner get mauled by the massive animal then ask any of those immortal cunts for aid.

She would rely on herself, just as she had always done.

'And probably always will when it gets right down to it,' She noted grimly.

The forest was deathly silent, and in that moment, it was as if all of reality were holding its breath in anticipation.

Agnes dove.

Driving the blade clear into the creature's eye in a lightning fast lunge the young woman's muscles screamed in pain, but she didn't care.

The massive animal didn't even have the chance to twitch before she killed it. The dumb beast didn't even have the grace to know it was dead either, and its corpse somehow managed to remain upright even as death claimed it.

"Try and eat me, eh?" Agnes panted savagely as she sagged back to forest floor.

She had done it.

She had won. She was safe. And any second now the brute would fall, and this would just be another embarrassing lesson in not letting her guard down.

Hell, one day she might even laugh about it.

'Although certainly not anywhere where Little Miss Top Heavy might-'

"Not bad girl."

The noise startled the rogue, causing her to slip onto her ass as she darted back. In doing so she accidentally ripped her dagger from the wolf's eyeball with a gross sounding squelch.

Something she quickly came to regret as the gigantic animal turned to regard her with it's one remaining yellow eye.

"Werewolf..." Agnes whispered in mixed shock and horror.

She had to run!

She had to get out of her right now! Grab Erich and Mary and flee as far and as fast they could! She had to warn the guild!

'Fuck that, I need to warn the entire goddamn Kingdom!'

Before she could move more than an inch though, the massive monster planted one a paw on her chest, driving the air from her lungs with its sheer weight. The diminutive young woman struggled, pried and stabbed at the offending limb in a frantic attempt to escape, but if the wolf was bothered in any way by her actions it didn't show it.

And neither did the limb move.

"Now, now, you were doing so well." The distinctly masculine voice grumbled out, "Let's not ruin it all by having you go to pieces because I'm a little more impressive than the average wolf."

Agnes hissed in frustration as her attempts to free herself failed, before giving up and finally turning to glare at the horrific creature above her.

"Yeah, well forgive me for being surprised to see a Void damned werewolf somewhere other than the extinct creatures bestiary!"

The werewolf chuckled at that, "Is it really so hard to believe that some Children of the Moon still exist in this world?"

Agnes scowled as she got a whiff of the animal's pungent dog-like musk, "Yes, because it's hard to imagine you've spent the last few hundred years in hiding, and I just so happen to be the lucky soul who gets to stumble across you."

The werewolf grinned at the venom in her tone, "Well, I guess you really are that lucky? Or maybe it's fate? One weaved by the Deities themselves?"

The young woman hissed and renewed her efforts to free herself.

"Fuck the Deities!" She swore, "like fuck my fate is to be eaten by some overgrown fluffball in some crappy backwoods forest!"

Unfortunately, even as she struggled, the rogue knew it was pointless.

Werewolves were legendary monsters.

That they were still remembered, and feared, hundreds of years after they were supposedly rendered extinct, spoke of just how dangerous the shapeshifting creatures were. Strong, fast, and freakishly tough; the only thing that could negate the monster's instant healing was specifically enchanted silver.

Of which she obviously had none.

"Really? I would say that is definitely going to be your fate. After all, even if you didn't know what I truly was, you still attacked me. And I don't intend to let that go lightly."

Agnes wheezed as the paw on her chest pressed down, driving the air from her lungs, "Perhaps I should crush you in recompense? It would be all too easy. All I need to do is apply a little more pressure."

Agnes felt panic well up in her as her lungs struggled to inflate.

'Not like this!' She thought, even as she struggled desperately, hoping to find something, anything, that would save her.

'I refuse to die like this!'

"But I think that would be a waste." The creature hummed as it stepped off her, allowing the prone girl to take in a shuddering breathe of air.

"After all, I think I'm beginning to take a liking to you. It's not often I find a female, or even a male, with your kind of spirit. Most of them just scream, and cry." He mused, "I can't easily recall the last one that had the audacity to spit vitriol back at me."

Agnes winced as she woozily sat back up, still light headed from her recent near asphyxiation, only to scoot back in wide eyed horror as the wolf before her began to twist and morph.

The monster's body bulged oddly as muscle writhed beneath its skin. Fur receded in a wave across it's body, and bones cracked as they twisted to form new shapes.

The diminutive blonde could only stare in sick fascination, forgetting to even take the opportunity to run, as the animal's shape changed.

All too soon though it finished.

And where once stood a wolf now appeared a man.

'No, not entirely a man,' The blonde woman thought as she noted the wolf like ears still propped atop the man's head.

Some wolf-like traits remained. Yellow eyes. A swishing grey tail. Powerful black claws.

'And he's still fucking massive.'

Coarse black hair nestled in a bush between the chiselled muscle of the man's chest, which in turn led down the defined muscles of his stomach to his...

Automatically, Agnes's eyes shot back up as her face flared crimson, 'Yep. Definitely still massive.'

While she was certainly no expert on the subject, she was pretty sure that was well above average.

"Never seen a man before?" Came the now much more human sounding voice of the werewolf. "I can't say I took a little firebrand like you for a virgin."

Agnes swallowed and turned once more to glare at the monster, determinedly keeping her eyes on the man's inhuman ears, and not his admittedly impressive musculature. Or his other assets.

She was mostly successful, but she could still feel a flush rising every time her eyes started to wander of their own accord.

'For goddesses' sake,' She chastised, 'I need to focus on getting out of here and warning the others. Not blushing like some fresh-faced village girl over a little 'man meat'... and so what if I'm a virgin?'

Putting the thought from her mind, she tried to think about her options.

She couldn't outrun him. Trying to outpace a werewolf in woodland terrain wasn't just stupid, it was suicidal. Fighting wasn't an option either. She had little doubt he could shred through her leather armour with a single swipe of those razor sharp claws.

'He's too big, too fast, and he... smells?'

It was something dank and musky. It tantalized her senses and caused an unfamiliar heat to grow at the base of her stomach.

"What the fuck?" The rogue whispered as she unconsciously inhaled the heady scent.

Distracted, she found her eyes wandering of their own accord again, so she snapped them back up to glare into the now distinctly amused eyes of her captor.

'Well, fight and flight are both out. Which just leaves... diplomacy.' She groused, 'Goody, my speciality.'

"What do you want then?" She spat, irritated at another lapse in her control, "Gold? Information? Both?"

She couldn't bring herself to beg, but she wasn't above bargaining if it meant living to see her family again.

The massive male shook his head with a chuckle, "What use have I for gold out in these woods? Or information? What do I care for the affairs of men? No, I'll keep to myself and tend to my own territory, just as I always have."

Agnes felt a shudder rush through her as the beast-man leaned forward, his unnatural eyes taking on a peculiar tint as they roamed over her. Heart hammering in chest, she struggled not to flinch or look away as the werewolf took an audible sniff of her scent.

If she was going to die then she wouldn't die cowering in the dirt. However, to her surprise the monstrous man didn't lash out with his deadly claws.

"The mage did not lie when he said an interesting group was headed this way." The man murmured.

'Mage?'

Before the rogue could ponder the implications of creature's strange statement the werewolf leaned in again, his face settling mere inches from her own.

"...It has been a long time since a female has inflamed my desires as you have." The werewolf growled as he crouched low.

"...The fuck!?" Agnes hissed as her thoughts came to a squealing stop.

How? Why? WHAT!?

Agnes wasn't some shrieking violet. She knew about lust and sex. She was familiar with desire. What she wasn't familiar with were those concepts being directed at her.

She wasn't like her mother or sister. Sleek, stacked and feminine. She had always been the tomboy. The kid. None of the boys in their hometown had shown much interest in her, always mooning after her older female relatives. And if she was honest she had returned that lack of interest.

She had always been more focused on other things than love and... sex.

'...So why is he?'

The flushing blonde teen shivered again, inadvertently taking another heady breath of the wolfman's musky scent. Goddess he smelled good. Primal, masculine, and earthy like the forest he made his home.

A forest she was trapped in. A forest she had expected to die in.

A forest that had an out from now...

Taking a glance at the prime example of masculinity in front of her, Agnes found herself coming to a decision.

'What choice do I have?' She reasoned slowly as she felt her heart pound harder in her chest, 'It's not like I can escape this right? Besides no even needs to know it even happened.'

Turning her eyes fully back on her captor, and ignoring the heat blossoming ever hotter below her stomach, she glared into the yellow orbs as they watched her with what she now realized was raw desire and interest.

"Alright shit-head. If that's what you want, then we'll fuck, alright!" She spat with deliberate vulgarity, hoping it would hide the traitorous slivers of fear in her voice.

Based on the amusement that briefly twinkled in the werewolf's eye, it seemed she was entirely unsuccessful, but her momentary pang of irritation was stifled by alarm as the amusement faded from the wolfman's eyes to be replaced once more with naked hunger and desire.

"Shit."

Flushing with trepidation, and what she was rapidly beginning to realize was shameful arousal, the young woman nervously set about the task of loosening the catches on her armour, only to freeze in surprise as the wolf suddenly grasped her arm with his own.

Looking up into his far too close golden eyes, she felt his warm breath roll over her as he grunted, "No. Let me do it."

Before she could even begin to protest, she felt one of those razor sharp claws press against the leather of her collar. Frozen in fear, she could only let out a small 'Eep' of surprise as the wolf man casually tore down the centre of her reinforced leather jerkin with ease.

In moments her heaving chest was completely exposed; her delicate pink nipples hardening to pointed nubs in the cool night air. Her breasts, while not as large as her sister's, were perfectly suited to her smaller frame. High and pert, they rose and fell in time with her panting breaths. Slick with perspiration her sun kissed skin gleamed in the low light of the setting sun as rivulets of sweat ran down her chest.

A panting filled the air, and it took Agnes a moment to realize it was not her own.

The salivating wolfman spared no time in moving to expose the blonde rogue further; ripping away the armour and underclothes still concealing the rest of her in a few smooth motions. Agnes let out another small shriek at the sudden move, but managed to remain still, as she feared even the smallest motion would result in her flesh, rather than her clothes, being shredded by the wolf's powerful claws.

Which was why, even after he was done, she made no move to cover herself as the wolf knelt down between her legs.

Still acting as a wolf, even if he looked like a man, the werewolf sniffed deeply of her female scent. Despite her reservations, the rogue's delicate pink slit was engorged and glistening with her womanly juices. Indeed, Agnes felt tingles shoot up her spine at the strange and new sensation of the wolf man's hot and heavy breath rolling over her now exposed and delicate outer lips. The warm sensation was a delectable contrast to the cool evening air.

"Smells delicious." Grunted the werewolf as he rose up to look his trembling captive in the eyes once more, his tone coloured with naked desire.

As he spoke, one massive hand dipped under the blonde to cup one of the firm globes of her ass, while the other gripped under her shoulder. In one smooth motion he lifted his prey into his arms, giving his mouth ample access to her heaving chest.

"Hey!? What the-" Agnes cried out in surprise, before mewling in pleasure as her captor took one of her diamond hard nipples into his incredibly hot mouth.

Her breasts weren't particularly large, but what they lacked in size they more than made up for in sensitivity. The petite blonde found herself stifling her squeals of pleasure as the man's long wet tongue ran along the wind chilled skin of her tits, leaving long lines of warm glistening saliva wherever it passed. For his part, the wolf-man found the young woman's taste and scent tantalizing, and actively sought out the rivulets of sweat running down the rogue's feminine form.

Agnes found herself unable to stop repeatedly letting loose guttural hisses of pleasure as the wolf-man's tongue lapped over her oversensitive salmon pink nipples. She shifted in his grip, instinctively bringing up both hands to run across the hard muscles of her lovers stomach, only let out a gasp as her infuriatingly untouched pussy made contact with her captor's thigh. The touch was electrifying, and forgetting her earlier hesitation, the young woman found herself desperately in need of stimulation to her tingling nether region.

Unfortunately for her inflamed libido, the moment she tried thrusting her hips out to make contact once more, her older lover clambered off her.

Suddenly without his body heat pressed against her chest, the musk of his scent in her lungs, or his delicious ministrations to her aching tits, she felt more than a little dazed and upset.

"Hey, what gives?" She found herself whining needily, before slapping her hand over her mouth in mortification.

'What the fuck am I saying!?'

Remembering her circumstances, she scowled at the ground as she moved to cover her nakedness with her hands, deliberately ignoring the way her body ached for more. Satisfied, she turned to glare up at her captor, only to immediately recoil with a frightened yelp as she found her face mere inches from the head of his massive erection.

The first thing she noticed was the smell.

It was that same pervasive musky scent that pervaded the rest of him, only now it was dialled up to eleven. Even worse, it seemed to enter her nose and shoot straight to her nether regions, firing up her already tingling womanhood.

"Fuck me..." She hissed in surprise as she found herself taking in a heavy whiff of his scent.

Taking her unthinking statement as a request, the wolfman laughed.

"That's the idea," he uttered with a chuckle, causing her to flush yet again as she realized what she had said. However more than just mortification at her words, she also felt a shiver of trepidation shoot through her.

'That 'thing' is supposed to go inside me.'

The way it throbbed and twitched in the moonlight suddenly took on a sinister air as she realized that this was actually supposed to fit 'in' her.

'There's no way is could fit... Could it?'

In spite of her trepidation, the heat in her belly was only growing stronger the more she stared at the solid piece of manhood in front of her.

'Fuck it.' She decided, 'It's happening one way or another. Let's at least try and stop it from tearing me in half.'

"B-bring it over here." She muttered, her words faltering slightly despite her best attempts at bravado, "If I'm going to have that monster in me, I need to- to get it wet first."

The werewolf cocked his head to the side, and Agnes realized that he was staring in bemusement at the rivulets of excitement running down her thighs. Turning an even deeper crimson at the realization that her traitorous body was more than wet enough already, her anger flared up to try and cover it.

"J-just get over here!" She hissed