Perverts 'R' Us

Leader of the Pack - Part 1

By Loki925 ( g/beast, 1st, con )

This story is pure fiction and does not resemble anyone or anything in reality, whatever that is.

On a strange world, In the Wood:

My name is Rex. I am a gray wolf. I howl my lonely howl into the night. I seek a mate, a pack to rule, but alas I am not strong enough yet to challenge the alpha male. I am left to chasing small mice to fill the hunger in my belly. I do not know much about the world I live on, but I know the wood I live in.

There are others on this world not of our kind. They call themselves human. The only thing I know about these human creatures is they do not venture into our wood. But when I am the alpha male, the old shaman she-wolf will tell me all about these human creatures. I howl.

On the same strange world, in a small settlement:

My name is Sherry. I am nine today, and I am off to school to learn more about the wolf. The wolf lives in the wood. They are fearsome creatures with black or gray fur and they have a whole lot of sharp teeth.

The wolf is more powerful than we puny humans are, even though we have great and powerful weapons. The wolf is so strong he could destroy us, and eat us all, in a single day. I would not want that to happen. Just the thought of it makes me cringe. So I must study very hard to make my mind ready, so I can give myself to the wolf.

One year later in the same small settlement:

I am wearing the special pink dress my mother made. I am standing before the village elder. He bids me to lift up my dress. I pull my dress up to my chest to show him that I am indeed not wearing panties. "Child," the elder says, "Our fate is in your hands. Go with the blessing of all gathered here. Go and give yourself to the Wolf."

I say, "Yes Elder, I will give my all to the wolf."

I lower my dress. The elder gives me a small packet of special dried meat. I begin my long journey to the special place of hunger and fear. I steady my mind and make the first steps.

In the same wood:

I have killed and eaten the deer. I am strong now. I howl my challenge. It echoes in the wood. In a few moments the wind carries the alpha male's acceptance back. Slowly I stride to the place of challenge and death.

A few moments later I see him, and he sees me. He is black and looks strong. My heart thumps with fear. Fear is good. I can use it, but not let it rule my actions. I must be aggressive in order to win. I steady my nerves. I growl and snarl at him.

He makes the first move and leaps into the air. I spring and we clash. His spirit is strong. Seeking weakness we jab and thrust. Tooth to tooth we lock our jaws together. We tumble in the air. He is trying to cloud my mind with dizziness. I wait for the next tumble and with all my spirit I force us to the ground. Our tooth lock is broken and our battle continues.

We slash and fight for a very long time, before I sense he is growing tired. I draw on all my reserve strength and strike a powerful blow.

He yelps and yelps! And falls to his side. I pant a few times to cool off.

Then slowly I stride to his side. With a smile he looks up at me and says to my mind, "Take my heart eat it, my brother. Send me to the great beyond."

Before I drive my paw into his chest I say, "Farewell, my brother."

I drive my paw into his chest. I rip out his still beating heart. I devour it and howl. I am leader of the pack. With blood still dripping from my sharp teeth I seek out the old she-wolf shaman.

Sherry on the trail to the place of hunger and fear:

I eat some fine black bread, raw potatoes, and carrots. I drink some cool water from a small stream. I want to eat more bread, but I must not. I have two more days of travel and I must be strong for the wolf.

It is growing dark. I wrap myself in a warm blanket. I want to make a fire, but I must not. It would be disrespectful to the wolf to make a fire. My eyes grow heavy and I drift off to sleep repeating to myself, "I must not show fear."

In the cave of the old she-wolf shaman:

The old she-wolf shaman has given me a green herb to eat. I put it in my mouth and chew it. The herb is very bitter, but I chew and swallow it all.

My mind drifts off to another time and place. I see many of my kind being slaughtered for their fur. I see us hunted and feared. Tears of pain and sorrow fill my mind for my lost brothers and sisters. Then I feel anger and hate. I want to kill and destroy whoever has done this to my kind.

Then I see the creatures of this senseless slaughter. They are human. I want to kill them. I want to devour their flesh. I want to rip out their hearts and howl victory! But then I see that these humans have great and powerful weapons and they can slaughter us at will.

Then something strange happens I see the great and powerful OZ---.

(Wait, OZ?? That's another story. What the heck this is fantasy? Brief interlude, forgive me, back to the story.)

I see the great and powerful OZ, the father of all. He takes some of us wolves and puts us in a safe place. It is this very wood. He then takes some humans and puts them next to us. He tells us both to live in peace. Then he tells the humans that, because they have needlessly slaughtered many of my kind, they must pay a price.

The price he sets is this: Every ten-year-old human female must mate and give her virginity to the wolf.

I am astounded. Is this a fair price for the lives of so many of my kind? Then I am made to understand that this virginity is very prized among humans, and the act of having young virgin females mate with the wolf would show the humans that they are not masters of all, and that he, the Great OZ, is master of all.

I can see the Great OZ's wisdom and I thank him for my life.

I come out of my haze and thank the old she-wolf shaman. I am ready to leave when the shaman says, "Do not forget to mark her."

"Mark her?" I ask.

"After you have mated with her for three days bite her hind quarters and leave your mark."

"I understand."

She smiles and I leave.

At the place of hunger and fear, in Sherry's mind:

I wait for the wolf. I should rest, but my heart trembles with fear. I must look into myself. I must drive away this fear. I wrap my arms around me and I pray.

In the Wolf's mind:

Shortly I will be at the mating place. I wonder what it will be like to mate with a human. With our kind it is all passion. We males stay hard for a long time and the females love it. I have known this since I was a pup and watched my father mate with my mother and the other females of the pack.

My senses heighten. I can smell this human female. With all the skill of the hunt I move forward. I stop every so often to spy the best cover. Slowly, paw after paw, I get close enough to see this human female. She is dressed in pink. "Good," I think, "it shows respect."

I slowly come out from the cover and snarl.

In Sherry's mind:

My god, he is huge! Go away fear, please go away!

In the Wolf's mind:

I sense her fear. It is good she fears me, but I touch her mind.

In Sherry's mind:

I can feel the wolf in my head. He says, "Your fear is good, but be at ease."

I feel a little better and say, "Sir Wolf , I thank you. Please accept this unworthy gift."

I unwrap the special dried meat and place it in my hand. I kneel before the wolf and reach out my hand and wait. It would be his right to eat me if he wishes, but I hope he does not.

In the Wolf's mind:

She thinks I want to eat her. How silly these frail humans can be. She has no meat on her and I bet she tastes foul. I quickly snatch her crude offering. I chew it. Ah! Prime, aged meat! A fair offering, but small.

In Sherry's mind:

He accepted my offering. Now comes the hard part. I must crawl under him and suck his big cock. If he refuses my suck, he will eat me. I get on all fours and slowly crawl to him.

In the Wolf's mind:

Maybe I should eat this silly human female, but I will accept her suck as a sign of respect.

Slowly she crawls to me. I am hungry, but not hungry enough to eat her bony body.

But she better please me, or I will take a few bites.

In Sherry's mind:

He let me under his large, hairy chest. I see his very large, furry gray balls. His great cock is still in his sheath. I kiss the tip of his sheath. It is a sign of respect. I caress his large balls.

In the Wolf's mind:

Not bad, a little clumsy but okay. The human female put her small hands on my sheath. She should be a little bigger; it would help her to stroke me.

In Sherry's mind:

I see the pink tip of his great cock. I open my mouth and suck the tip of his pink cock. I do hope I please him.

In the Wolf's mind:

We shall see human female, we shall see.

In Sherry's mind:

This is the hard part. I must not use my hands. It would be very wrong, and show great disrespect.

I open my mouth as wide as I can. I start to swallow his great pink cock. I have practiced sucking in school, but his cock is much larger than anything I have ever swallowed. I force myself to take his cock into my small gullet.

In the Wolf's mind:

I do believe a she-wolf could do it much better. At least a she-wolf could retract her sharp teeth. I speak to her mind, "Suck it well, human female."

In Sherry's mind:

I want to say I will, but I focus on sucking his big pink cock. I pull my head back. I purse my lips to the tip of his pink cock. I also notice his cock does not taste foul at all. It does taste a little strange, but it's nothing like the foul things I sucked in school.

In the Wolf's mind:

It is humorous to find that humans make their females suck foul things. I wonder if humans like a good cock suck. I guess not. "Foolish humans, they don't know what they are missing," I think.

In Sherry's mind:

The wolf touched my mind. He is ready to shoot. I must not miss a drop of his precious seed. I drive his pink cock deep into my gullet. He squirts and squirts. It is a good thing my belly is empty. I hear his great howl. It chills my spine, but I swallow all of his wonderful seed. My mother would be proud of me.

In the Wolf's mind:

Not bad, not bad at all. Let's see how this human female takes to humping. I bid her to rise and remove her pink clothing. I want to see all of her skin. She removes her clothing and I gaze at her skin. I notice how frail and how pale she is. Stupid humans, they need more sun. I can see how they would need clothing for the cold, but in the summer they should shed their clothing and get more sun.

Her chest has very small pink nipples and only two at that. She would never make a good she-wolf. I look at her small sex. It has no hair and is very strange compared to the round sex of a she-wolf. I bid her to get in the proper position.

In Sherry's mind:

I put my head to the ground and arch my back, leaving my butt high in the air. I wait for the wolf to claim his prize. I hope my little pussy will please him.

In the Wolf's mind:

Well my little pale virgin female, get ready to be humped by the leader of the pack. I place my cock to her sex. I put my paws above her shoulders. I speak to her mind, "Hold my legs, human female."

Her small hands grasp my strong legs. I push my cock forward. I penetrate her sex hole. I feel the thing the shaman called a hymen. Good, she is a virgin and it is not a human trick.

I flex my hind legs and lunge forward. She shrieks in pain.

In Sherry's mind:

It hurts, it hurts so very bad. The Wolf sends a picture to my mind. I see us humans senselessly slaughtering his kind. I weep, not from my pain. I weep for all of his lost brothers and sisters. I say to the Wolf, "Sir Wolf, I am so very sorry."

In the Wolf's mind:

I search deep into her mind and she is indeed sorry. I see the wisdom of it all, and I forgive this small human female. I drive my cock all the way into her small, warm sex. My cock hits what the shaman called a cervix. I must pierce this barrier. She must accept my growing sex knot for our coupling to be complete.

In Sherry's mind:

My pain is nothing. I cry out. "Pierce me, Sir Wolf."

With each stroke of his great cock I push my stuffed pussy back as hard as I can. I want him in me, all of him. My little effort does the trick and I feel his knot slide into my already-stuffed pussy.

I cry to the Wolf, "Sir Wolf, please hump me hard."

And he does. With short, fast, hard strokes he ravages my small pussy. I feel his fat knot expand. Than something strange happens. His hard, fast humping makes my small stuffed pussy feel good.

Something deep in me, like the beginning of a small fire. Each stroke of his cock is like another piece of tinder feeding this strange fire. It grows and grows. It is out of control and then it's like someone poured lamp oil onto the fire. It explodes. I howl.

My howl mixes with the Wolf's howl and I feel his seed pumping into my belly.

The Wolf turns his ass close to mine. I hear him say to my mind, "Human female, did they not tell you about orgasm?"

I say "Orgasm? What is that?"

In my mind I hear the wolf laugh, "That is what you just had."

I think so that's what that was. I ask, "Can I have more?"

I hear the Wolf speak to my mind, "With your pussy, squeeze my knot."

I say, "Thank you, Sir Wolf. I will squeeze as hard as I can."

The wolf howls and howls!

In Sherry's Mind:

I have spent my glorious short time with the Wolf. I lost track of how may orgasms I had. I put my pink dress back on, but I do not want to leave. I want to stay with the Wolf. I want him to take me forever. So I tell him.

He speaks to my mind, "You cannot live in the wood nor can I live in the settlement; but it is good you feel this way."

I ask, "Sir Wolf, will I ever see you again?"

He speaks to my mind, "You must become like the wolf. Come into the dark of the night and howl a lonely howl. If your howl it true, I may find you."

I say, "I understand. Will you mark me now?"

In my mind he says, "Yes."

"Sir Wolf, may I know your name?"

In my mind I hear, "Rex."

In my mind I hear him ask my name, so I say, "Sherry."

He bites my butt hard, but it does not hurt. I will carry his mark for all of my life. I belong to Rex, The leader of the Pack.

In the Wolf's mind:

If her howl is true, I will find her and make her like me. Now I must attend to my she-wolves. They will be horny by now.

In Sherry's mind:

I walk the lonely trail home. When I arrive at the settlement, I show the elder my mark.

He seemed pleased, but I am not. I miss Rex. My mother makes a fine dinner, but I am not hungry. I want the night to arrive and I want it to arrive now.

I wait in my bed and when the moon is right I strip off my clothing and run into the night.

I howl my lonely howl!

I howl, "Rex, Leader of the Pack, it is Sherry. Please come and find me."

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