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Lost in the Woods
🕑 Added 2020-05-18 06:24:39 +0000 UTC(contains anthro and humans into werewolves, muscle growth, breast and butt growth, taur TF, altersex TG, and some wild sex)
Commission for Riley, Robin and Vivian
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If Riley lived through this, she would have some harsh words with her service provider. Mankind invented cellphones explicitly for long-range contact in states of emergencies. So it was logical there would be no signal out in the middle of a national wilderness park. Nothing like paying forty bucks a month for one of horror movies worst cliches.
That was just one of a laundry list of problems a youthful woman’s impulse decisions have created for her adventure. Riley had hiked through this park dozens of times every year, even camped in it during the warmer summer seasons. She knew the trails better than the freckles on her arms, which made them boring. Even the rough rocky paths were feeling like a routine trip to her muscular, fit body.
It would be difficult to justify the gas and supply costs to keep coming out if a gym membership could have the same experience. Luckily, the discovery of an off-road tire trail dug into the soft earth looked like an excellent deviation from the norm. Driving was illegal inside the park, but the prospect of finding unknown places in nature to chill out entice Riley to follow it.
That was six hours ago. Somehow Riley had wandered straight into the only dead zone this entire forest possessed. Without help from a GPS or any signs of a familiar landmark, she became hopelessly lost in no time. Now with the sundown and a full moon hiding behind clouds, finding any familiar landmarks to navigate from in the dark would be a snowball’s chance at best.
Going camping with nothing but light clothes and three energy bars did not seem ideal, but the casual athlete had been through worse. The most professional athletes still had their limits, and the sweat seeping off her exposed skin was not doing Riley any favors in the chill breeze. Maybe another half mile before trying to find a groove or something to huddle in. Logically, she should to wander back into coverage range, eventually.
Or find other people out in the woods instead. That was an almost hopeful prospect, if not for the previous thoughts on horror movie tropes. As Riley squirmed her way through some tight clusters of ivry, orange light beamed between tree trunks to illuminate the dark woods like an early sunrise. Shielding her sensitive eyes to this sudden brightness, the lost hiker wandered closer to find a small clearing with a log cabin being the source. Oil lanterns sat at its many windows, providing the area with enough light for a city block.
Spotting the large jeep parked in front of the makeshift lodging explained one mystery to the trail, only to raise six others. Off-roading was one thing, while living in the park was most likely very illegal. Whoever was trying to hide out here might not have questionable motives.
Riley felt better about the groove camping instead, except the scent of grilled meat caught in her nose. Her stomach did a backflip as hard abs crunched in protest for some protein. There was always the chance these were just some casual folks enjoying a weekend out. At the very least, she knocked on the door confident enough her biceps were enough to overpower any creep skulking out here.
That feeling waned as the door creaked open. A black silhouette washed over Riley, obscuring her vision with a wall of tan fur in a tight tank top and jean shorts. The human blinked dumbstruck at a dense layer of fuzzy abs before craning her head back, taking in the round globes of breasts straining their cloth covering. She continued gazing up to meet the equally surprised stare of an anthropomorphic fennec.
The bigger animal woman regarded Riley with a flick of her ears and then leaned out to peer around the clearing. Her human visitor promptly backed out of the giant’s shadow, regretting every decision made tonight. Normally there was never an issue with the ‘furries’ she encountered in daily life, but Riley was six-feet tall, could curl a hundred-eighty pounds, and jog twenty miles a day. This fennec had double that on her with an eight-foot tower of bulk.
Riley had no idea what they were scanning for, but when they did not find it, the fennec leaned back to regard her with deeper confusion.
“May I...help you? Did you seriously walk here?”
“...huggah baba wah?”
Smooth first impressions were one of many things Riley was not good at, right below her sense of direction and pathfinding.
“Yeah, I get that sometimes.” If it was any consolation, the random gibberish made the fennec relax with a soft chuckle. She brushed her thick red bangs aside before flashing Riley a fanged smile. “But really, who are you?”
“Who the heck is out here at ten PM, Robin?” Another voice cried from inside the cabin, making Riley nearly squeal in surprise.
The fennec woman, Robin apparently, never took her eyes off Riley as she leaned back to reply, “Uh, it’s some girl. A hiker by the looks of her gear.”
“Wait, seriously?” Another anthro woman shoved Robin aside to squeeze into the doorway. This time it was a wolf on the shorter side of the spectrum. A white shirt and jeans hung off her slender frame like a tent, except where ample hips and a titanic bust stretched the fabric tight. “Who is she? How’d she get here?”
“That’s what I just asked her. Ya goof!” Robin made another sweeping glance past Riley. “I don’t see or smell anyone else. This might be dangerous.”
“I, um,” Riley shook her head out of the stupefied daze meeting two canines put her in. “M-my names Riley and yes, I was hiking this afternoon and got a bit lost. What do you mean by dangerous?”
Robin recoiled, but her companion quickly stepped forward with a friendly tail wag.
“This is a forest, obviously. You’re lucky a cougar or bear hasn’t mauled you by now.” She gave Riley a comforting pat on the shoulder, black nose wiggling in rapid sniffs. “I’m Vivian, and that’s Robin. I’ll be happy to give you directions back to the main lodge from here. Shouldn’t be more than another hour hike.”
“W-what?” Riley blinked, feeling her heart land in her stomach. Just the thought of more hiking made her tenderized legs tremble in fear. Somehow resting with the giant talking animal women seemed a safer bet. “You just said there were dangerous beasts out here and it’s freaking pitch black. Can’t I just crash here with you? Please? I can pay or whatever.”
Vivian bit her lip, her braided hair whipping about as she glanced into the sky and back to Riley. “W-well, we kind of hoped for a quiet evening alone. You know, being out here and all.”
“...oh.” Riley instinctively followed their gaze upwards in curiosity. A few patches of stars were visible in the breaking of clouds, with the first slivers of a full moon becoming visible. She really was not interested in pressing for elaboration on their plans.
“Don’t be cruel, Vivian,” Robin said, suddenly reminding Riley of her large presence. “We can’t just send her to sleep in the cold dirt.”
Vivian whirled to face the fennec with her muzzle hanging open. “Are you serious!? The moon will be out any minute, and we...uh, she can find her way easily back in some fresh light.”
“Not with predators about to become very active,” Robin said, narrowing her eyes into Vivian’s conflicting stare. “Might as well bunker down here and ride out the night to make things simple.”
The canines stared each other down with such intensity that Riley almost volunteered for a midnight hike. Before that could be an option, Vivian gave out an exasperated sigh, latching both hands onto Riley’s arm with a surprisingly firm grip. Despite her best efforts, the bigger human could not wench herself free. Being half-pulled, half-dragged into the cabin.
Inside looked about as practical as it could, with two people throwing it together in their spare time. Roughly cut boards made up a floor with several rugs laid about, set under essential furniture one gets at Walmart, a folding table and chairs, cots, and a portable stove to name a few. The furries had stacked at least ten barrels of water into one corner. Next to them was an HDTV displaying a game of Smash on pause, of all things.
“I’ll get that for you,” Robin said cheerfully, relinquishing Riley of her backpack as they took in the simple accommodations.
“I’m not taking responsibility for this,” Vivian grumbled as she released Riley. Her gaze drifted back to their guest with a grin, looking eerie in the many lamp lights. “But, I guess some fresh company couldn’t hurt.”
“W-what?” Riley rubbed the red spots Vivian’s finger pads left on her skin. A loud grinding of wood yanked her attention back to the door, sending a chill through her veins. Robin had just set what looked like a tree log cut in half across the door on two unevenly set hooks. “What the hell are you two doing out here, really?”
“Just minding our own business, I guess,” Robin said while turning several smaller locks into place. Half-way through one, she gave out a sharp gasp, bracing both hands against the door as violent shudders jostled her tail wildly about. “L-looks like it’s a bit too late to, aah, offer you some coffee. Heh.”
“No, seriously, what the actual fuck?” Riley backed away, unsure of the things her eyes were processing. It seemed like Robin’s body gave a hard pulse that left her already pronounced muscles stretching out their clothes to the limit. She could see every ridge of the fennecs back poking through the cheap cotton, leading to a round fuzzy backside that also swelled significantly bigger. Plump cheeks spilled over the hem of some uncomfortable looking pants.
“We’re, mh, werewolves, silly,” Vivian said, sounding strained, and a bit slurred herself. When Riley glanced over, the curvy wolf had set aside a plate of cooked steaks. It was a struggle to keep her hands steady while turning off the gas grill, but she managed before mimicking Robin’s shuddering. “Guess we can...can, ah, nibble on cold meat later.”
“You both are nuts.” Riley backed away from the pair of anthro women, watching their tense spasms and moans become stronger. The windows looked too small to squeeze her thick frame through, and Robin’s increasing bulk made it hard to even see the door, much less do anything about its locks.
“What did you think we were doing here?” Vivian gave off a course laugh between heavy breaths. Sapphire eyes sparkled as she gazed out the window, hands constantly clenching into fists and uncurling with larger, thicker digits. Once draping clothes lost their slack even faster than Robin’s. Sleeves drew in tight around bloating biceps while pant legs lifted like curtains around swelling calves.
Riley swallowed the hard lump in her throat, letting out a squeal when her backside bumped into the cabin wall. “W-well, I figured the best-case scenario you were moonshiners.”
“Mmm? N-not a terrible idea,” Robin mumbled before another rush of changes forced her to lower onto all fours. An arching of her spine caused her t-shirt to explode along bulking back muscles. The front fell to the floor, setting free a pair of creamy medicine ball sized breasts.
As impressive as Riley found such mammaries, it was Robin’s backside that truly captivated her. Both butt and legs were becoming the biggest part of the fennec, rising into the air while their swelling fat and muscle slid jeans off into a pool around her ankles. Ankles that popped into a high arch, putting weight on toes that doubled, then tripled in size. They hardly resembled the legs of a person anymore, being pushed slowly back while Robin’s lower half appeared to be growing unusually longer.
Light thumping turned the human’s attention back to Vivian. In that few seconds of inattention, the wolf had bulked enough to rival her changing friend. She walked toward Riley in a clumsy gait, no doubt to the result of her feet taking on a matching digitigrade stance. Each heavy fall of paws towards Riley seemed to add more to her height, a gap between shirt and pants hem widened to show off a rigid wall of black furry abs. They looked more like a sports wear with a strain around respective boobs and hips beyond mortal comprehension.
“Fuck this!” Riley had no idea where she found a rush of courage with a wolf built like a tank looming over her, but she refused to be a late-night snack. Her athletic body burst into action with a hard jump off the wall, hoping to slip around Vivian’s excessive girth to get at a far window before the pairs changes could finish.
Too bad that plans work out better in one’s head than in practice. Riley got five steps around Vivian when a heavyweight slammed her to the floor from behind.
“You shouldn’t try running either,” Robin’s voice growled from above Riley. “Instincts are hard enough without being baited into a chase.”
Riley twisted enough under the fennecs weight to see she was being pinned down by a paw bigger than a lion’s. Another animal leg rested beside her shoulder, lightly racking the floor with its sharp black claws. It took a second to realize these were not Robin’s hands, those were being used to fondle her heavy breasts. Everything from the fennec’s hips had changed drastically, gaining four massive animal paws with a thick barrel between them filled with a second set of bones and organs. A rich, fluffy tail swept the floor as her plump, quadruped backside rested on its haunches.
“Oh my god, you guys really are monsters!”
“Wow! Rude!” Vivian said but sounded more amused than offended between grunts. The wolf was also starting to appear oddly stretched around the waist, looking slightly taller while she tried to remain standing on shifting legs. Little nubs grew from below her ribcage, lengthening out into proper forepaws while fresh joints and muscles formed. A soft snap rang through the cabin, finally forcing Vivian to take the same four-legged stance with an animal-like lower body. “We prefer to be called wolf-taurs, thank you very much.”
“Sheesh! And we’re even trying to be nice about this too.” Robin shook her head with a mock chuckle. She rose onto all fours, using claws to slice Riley’s shirt off as she stepped away.
“Gaah!” Riley squealed from the flash of pain rushing through her being. Wet warmth tickled at her skin where slight drops of crimson seeped through the rips Robin had dug in. “The hell was that for...h-hey! Stop!”
“Trust us,” Robin said, smugly watching Vivian use her forepaws to tear off Riley’s shorts. Several more light cuts decorated the human’s muscular legs in fresh blood. Being in an airtight cabin drove the werewolves wild at the scent. “You won’t need those in a few minutes.”
“Ugh! Speaking of which,” Vivian trailed off, looking back at her now feral behind. Changing in extra-large clothes had backfired, and now the stubborn material was hugging her uncomfortably, especially around a gently forming bulge between her thighs. “Could you...um…”
“Pffft! Told you that wouldn’t work.” Robin giggled as she padded around Riley’s sprawled body to get behind her fellow taur. Thankfully, there was still enough space to tug the denim off her thighs. Once Vivian gave the useless garments a kick free, Robin could not resist slipping a giant hand across her friend’s feminine nethers.
“Grwar!” Vivian’s looked back, unable to keep her toothy grin suppressed as Robin gently fingered the tender furry sack hanging in front of her slit. “Cheap shot, Robin! We haven’t even broken in the new girl yet.”
“W-what are you...going to do to me?” Riley had raised her naked body onto all fours, shuddering from the heat the multiple scratches sent across her body. The pain had surprisingly dulled, but now her head swam with a feverish haze that left her gulping for breath. Getting up did not seem like a good idea with two wolves the size of horses circling her in a predatory manner.
“I can give you a hint?” Robin said in a teasing growl as she stopped in front of Riley’s face. Forepaws pressed forward into pillars against the human’s waist, leaving a warm fuzzy underbelly pressing into their back.
Warm, spicy musk burned Riley’s nose. The red fennec-wolf taur kept the human weighed down, forcing them to stare at her crotch as another change took place. Just in front of Robin’s dripping clit came the ruffling of dense fur, as if things were moving underneath. A lot of slack skin piled on until, with a hard shake of her hips, the thing fell down to dangle as a tender sack. From above, it opened another hole from which emerged the tapered tip of a rapidly swelling red muscle.
“Oh, my god!” Riley cried out in alarm at the canine penis erecting before her. The hard pincer Robin’s forepaws had on her waist halted attempts to recoil. A glance at Vivian saw the other wolf-taur had her own full erection bobbing about with her hip movements. The hard phallus extend out from its sheath reaching Robin's girth, only to continue climbing along halfway across the dark wolfs taur underbelly. Fucking hell, was that log supposed to fit in something!?
“Aw, don’t be shy,” Robin teased, bucking her hips so the growing canine member stamped Riley on the cheek, much to the human’s disgust. “He doesn’t bite, unlike us.”
Riley tried again but had no hope of breaking out of the wolf-taur’s mounting. The increasing scent of male pheromones filling the cabin was not helping her glazed thoughts any. Every second she spent forced to watch the throbbing Robin phallus dance inches from her face, the less disgusting it appeared.
“Say hi, at least?” Vivian giggled in her journey around to Robin’s backside. Both werewolves were rather pleased to see the minor injuries they had inflicted were healing under a coat of grey hairs. Lowering her belly to the floor, she was all too happy to drive her snout into the humans snatch, finding it pretty moist.
An adorable yelp echoed off the wooden walls, making both wolf-taur’s chuckle. Riley’s panting grew heavier with every stab Vivan’s tongue made at her exposed pussy. Hands clenched hard against the floorboards, peeling back flakes of wood with the increasing strength of her growing black nails. Without even realizing it, one hand shot up to grip Robin’s thick girth, guiding its pointed head directly into her drooling mouth.
“Ah, haa!” Robin gave a hard shudder, her feral butt jiggling from the rapid waves of pleasure as Riley sucked her off. “T-that got her going, all right. Aah! W-watch the fangs, girl.”
“They always need a little push,” Vivian smirked unseen behind Riley’s backside. The werewolf relished the chance to taste a fresh clit on one of their wild nights. Claws gently squeezed their guest's growing butt, racking the fine pelt of grey fur spreading across it. “Yip!”
Riley gave a hard shudder, feeling every muscle in her body flex at once. The hunk of salami Robin offered was too distracting to notice her body pulsing.
Robin and Vivian sure noticed when their new friend began growing. Well-exercised muscles swelled in rapid growths, doing in minutes what Riley needed years of weight lifting to obtain. Robin had to adjust her own stance to accommodate the growing mass between her front legs. She probably should have gotten off Riley’s back when it popped broader with harsh shoulder pops. However, the changing human’s ability to give head was uncanny. Robin could not help stroking her massive breasts, rolling her head back in long feral growls from the pleasure seizing her pelvis.
Vivian was not so fortunate when a thick tail busted out above her delicious Riley snack, giving her a muzzle full of fur to choke on. Gagging, she staggered back onto her paws, frantically trying to brush loose fibers from her tongue.
“Oh, shut up!” Vivian snapped to a laughing Robin. Looking down, the other werewolf beamed at the fine set of enlarged wolf's paws Riley’s feet had swollen into. They were nowhere near as big as hers, but that juicy ass sticking out from between Robin’s front legs seemed to beckon her with its rapid bouncing. The fluffy tail on top of it was waving faster than a flag in a hurricane.
“Hey!” Robin barked when Vivian moved into a mounting position atop of Riley. Their bulky taur frames quickly put them at odds, even with Riley becoming a much bigger prize for them to share. “Who said you get to have her?”
“You did when you shoved your cock into her face.” Vivian gave Robin a raspberry, shifting her feral hips until certain that was the right hole her manhood was poking into.
“No. I was just teasing her, it doesn’t count if she grabbed my, mmmppphhh!?”
Any protests Robin wanted to make got cut short by Vivian leaning in to give them a kiss. Their breasts squished together as front paws became intertwined. Robin melted into the embrace roaming hands across her fellow lycanthropes fur.
Turns out a pair of wolf-taurs could be very heavy. Good thing Riley’s muscles had enhanced so much under the imposing lycanthropy that she barely noticed their strain. Heck, she could almost be comparable to Robin’s amazing guns, right down to the beach ball breasts scraping the floor. The budding werewolf was more than delighted to feel her slit get pierced by Vivian’s throbbing rod. Thank god she was becoming an amazon beast like them. There was no way she could take such a cock otherwise. She let loose an animalistic cry as Vivian inch her sword in up to the hilt, unaware of another sheath rising under the loose folds of skin between her own legs.
“Grrrrr!” Robin reeled from her embrace with Vivian, hands clenching tight onto the black wolf’s bouldering biceps. It took a second for her friend to figure it out, but Riley could already tell with the way the cock was tensing in her lips what was to come. Robin’s body grew tense as she barked in sharp, needy breaths. It lasted almost a full minute before the floodgates broke, and she lurched her head back in an orgasmic, “AwwwooOOOooOOOoo!!”
“Bull eyes,” Riley sang smugly even as her face became basted in several strands of wolf cum. She did her best to lick up every bit she could, which got progressively easier with her face stretching out into a proper canine snout. Pointed ears tipped in the grey fur flicked out from under her messy blond hair as she looked back at Vivian’s hips smacking against her ass. “Shall we go for two now?”
“Oooohhhh...I like her…” Robin chuckled, going limp in Vivian’s arms with the waning of her orgasm.
Vivian did not have time to respond unless a surprised yip counted. The fresh wolf girl under her rocked forward, driving most of her cock out before plunging it back in with a slam against her feral legs.
The cabin quickly filled with pleasured moans once more. Riley fell into a merry, grinding pace against Vivian’s meat. With the weight of a tired Robin pressed into her, the wolf-taur realized she was at this clever bitch's mercy. Luckily she could make due by squishing her friend’s mammaries in between kisses, especially when Robin got enough wind back to reciprocate.
Riley could not believe the power now at her disposal, bucking against Vivian for every inch the veteran werewolf had. Now she really understands the drive of natural instincts. Everything felt pleasurably amplified; the smells, the sounds, the urge to just crush a rock with her bare hands. It was hard to tell exactly how big she got, but the wolf taurs piled onto her back sure didn’t feel that imposing anymore. Not with the way Robin whimpered when Riley saw fit to give their spent knot a tongue cleaning.
“Uuuummph! Oh, god!” Vivian growled, curling front paws around Riley’s solid abs. The wolf-taur was bucking her hips, trying to meet Riley’s in loud smacks.
It was clear why she felt a sudden burst of enthusiasm, as Riley could feel the wide girth of a knot struggling to squeeze past her taut lips when their hips met. She tried to reach back in hopes to help guide it in, only to grab hold of something she did not expect; her own throbbing wolf cock.
“Aw, fuck!?” Riley had to struggle to look around her dangling breasts and bulging muscles, but sure enough, she had grown a phallus just like the wolf-taurs. Vivian either did not notice or care about her current mate’s bewilderment and continued pounding into Riley’s jiggling ass. The constant hammer driving through her dripping pussy also massaged a new organ Riley could not recognize. Still, it sure helped make her knot swell out of its sheath fast. Curiously, her meaty fingers curled around the tender shaft to give it a gentle stroke with soft pads. “Aw, fuuuuuuck!”
Riley almost toppled herself over, trying to jerk off while getting ridden by Vivian at the same time. Somehow her one free hand handled all the stress. There came a sudden pressure, and Riley felt herself give, welcoming Vivian’s knot with a wet pop. The extra girth stretched in just the right way to climax. Riley’s body shuddered in several hard spasms. Her snout howled into the underside of Robin’s taur belly while her cock painted the floor with cum for the first time.
Vivian was not too far behind, groaning into Robin’s face, feeling warm flesh milk her cock with hard contractions. She was all too happy to unleash her load into their newest pack mate. When they hit their peak, all three joined in a howl of harmonious unity for their respective satisfaction.
“She’s...fantastic!” Vivian declared, her plump breasts accidentally smacking Robin with each heavy breath.
“No kidding,” Robin said, taking a step back so they could admire the werewolf under them. “Shame she didn’t become a taur, though. That would have been really fun.”
Riley, for her part, was practically out cold. Between the stress of her first change, getting banged, and experiencing two kinds of orgasms at once, she was content to lie on the floor matted in semen from Robin and herself. Thoughts were an incoherent stew between her fuzzy wolf's ears. Otherwise she would still recognize the words her fellow werewolves were barking.
“Think she’ll want to hang with us again next month?” Vivian asked, hopefully.
