NEW STORY TITLE: FULL MOON RUT


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    “Look! She’s receptive to his advances,” the older biologist whispered excitedly to his assistant. “It won’t be long now…”


    The pair were hunkered down in a carefully maintained blind a short distance away from a clearing where the activity was taking ce. The setting was surreal; deep in the woods near midnight under the piercing re of a bloated full moon. It was also the only possible time for such a study, a rare three-day period when the lycanthropes were drunk on the eldritch moonlight and engaged in a fierce breeding session. There were only five individuals in this particr pack: the Alpha male and female, who were currently near the bonfire in the center of their temporary encampment; another lesser-ranked bonded pair off to one side; and one lone solitary male who was sitting at the far edge of the camp and sulking.


    The scientist had named the Alpha pair Pitch and Glow for the purposes of identification; Pitch was a gigantic scarred veteran who had led this particr pack for well over three decades. Right now he was still in his human form, his muscled chest and arms twitching impatiently while his mate, Glow, a silver-haired woman of astonishing wild beauty was ying a game of cat-and-mouse with him. She would dart in, ruffle his wild ck mane with a giggle, and dance away again when he grabbed for her. When he finally stood up, the two humans could inly see his arousal.


    “Do you have the recorder ready?” the biologist, Mitch Warner, asked of his assistant.


    “I’m already taping,” She Dover responded, her lens trained on the lesser pair, Grey and Blondie. The male, Grey, was in a partial shape-shift, his body covered in swatches of the fur for which he was named but not in a full metamorphosis. He had forced his mate onto her back and was between her legs, licking her with a tongue that was longer than it had any right to be. The female was in full estrus and her vulva was enmed and ultra-sensitive to her mate’s sloppy ministrations. The long tonguepped at her weeping cunt with animalistic slurps and drool was beginning to drip from his lower jaw as it began to elongate. Mitch was right, it wouldn’t be long now. The female, Blondie, was mewling in pleasure, her body beginning to sprout golden hair and her limbs starting to shift while Grey held down her twitching thighs and deliberately thrust his long tongue up into that delicious channel, making her growl in pleasure.


    Off to the side in full werewolf form, the outsider licked at his own engorged cock and shifted position ufortably. Brown was a neer to the pack and rtively young in lycanthrope terms and so didn’t have enough seniority to get a mate. He was forced to watch the breeding from the sidelines and forbidden to participate, an ordeal that She figured must be pure torture for the virile male.


    “Here we go,” Mitch said in excitement, interrupting her feelings of pity for the smaller male. He grabbed her shoulder and pointed to where Pitch had managed to catch his teasing mate and wrestle her to the ground. She became suddenly submissive under his authority and dropped her eyes to his piercing re. She rubbed her hand into the lush thatch of pubic hair at her crotch and offered it to him. He sniffed at her palm and began licking it eagerly, his breath starting toe out in harsh pants of lust. Knocking her onto her back he nuzzled her full breasts and nipped at the erect nipples, his form beginning to warp and grow dark with coarse hair as the Change quickly enveloped him. Muscled arms became powerful forelegs that pried her thighs apart and his long muzzle impatiently prodded the wet slit of her cunt. He tasted her thoroughly, ver and juices coating his jaws as his tongue tasted and prodded until she was panting in excitement.


    With a massive effort, she managed to get away from him and shape-shifted into a stunning specimen of werewolf femininity. Standing erect on two powerful hind legs, her silver fur was longer than normal for her breed, immacte and groomed and practically glowing under the light of the moon that was poised overhead. It was no mistake that she was the chosen mate of this seasoned male. She looked over her shoulder at him and dropped down to all fours, moving her thick tail to the side in unspoken invitation.


    Pitch was on her in an instant.


    “See there?” Mitch was whispering, “You can inly see the os penis as the prepuce retracts. Like any canine species, there’s a bone in the organ called the baculum that provides rigidity regardless of the male’s level of sexual stimtion. A shame that us lowly humans don’t have one of those, eh? Now soon we should see the bulbus ndis-”Property ? N?velDrama.Org.


    She had heard all of this before and tuned him out as she zoomed in with the recorder. Pitch had his mate in the unmistakable doggy position and he was mercilessly fucking his mate as hard as he could. His long cock was unlike any human organ; narrow at the head but noticably expanding towards the base where the erectile tissue became a massive blood-engorged ball. He was jackhammering the female with harsh grunts of effort and Glow staggered under his greater weight, releasing whines with each thrust that could either be in pain or pleasure.


    She knew that werewolf coption was different from human sexual intercourse, because human males be erect first, and then entered the female; lycantrope males enter first, then swell and be erect. Pitch’s cock was growing as the coupling continued, the bulbous nd at the base first pping up against the female’s wet cunt and finally entering her, where she released a pained yelp at the invasion.


    “Aha! The coital tie!” Mitch eximed in excitement.


    Pitch bit down on the back of her neck and his hindquarters shuddered as he climaxed into her receptive channel. When it was over, he awkwardly levered one leg over her back and the pair copsed to the ground, lying with their rumps close together, panting in the dirt from their efforts. Between their furry asses was a mass of engorged tissue, the male’s cock was still embedded in her spasming cunt and trapped there by her powerful vaginal muscles. It was a guarantee that the thick cum wouldn’t leak out and the slower sperm would have a chance to swim up to the fallopian tubes and ensure fertilization. They could remain connected that way for minutes or, in the case of inexperienced breeding pairs, hours.


    With a weary grunt, Pitch raised himself on one elbow and twisted around until he touched muzzles with his mate. With a weary bark, Glow began licking his face and around his ears in gratitude. Shortly after that her vagina muscles rxed and he pulled himself free andid down close beside her. The pair shape-changed into their hybrid forms and cuddled near the fire in a disy of affection that was almost human.


    “They’ll be at it for the next three days,” Mitch said with a smile. “Alternating between sleeping, hunts, and breeding. It won’t stop until her scent changes and he’s sure she’s pregnant.”


    Lucky bitch, She thought to herself as she considered herst boyfriend; a one-pump-chump who had been oblivious to the concept of forey. That had been over two years ago and she had let work take over her life since then, and it was a job that rivaled no other. To be taken on as junior scientist in the Lycanthrope Project? It was a dreame true.


    Seeing that the Alphas were out of action for the time being, she swiveled her recorder back to the other pair. It was clear that Grey and Blondie had engaged in a rut of their own and they had missed it. Right now the hybrid male was on his back, clearly exhausted and the female, in her human form, was cleaning his shrinking cock with long swipes of her tongue. Clearly visible between her spread legs, a thick stream of cum was leaking from her recently fucked cunt.


    For some reason, She couldn’t stop looking at the sight.


    “That’s enough taping for now,” Mitch said, grabbing for the camera and shutting it off. “The neutralizer on our clothes will only protect us for another hour and I want to be out of here before it wears off. We’lle back tomorrow night. Alright?”


    “Sure,” she agreed. As they carefully left the blind, she spared one backwards nce to Brown, the outsider, who had moved off to the shadows with his back deliberately set towards his amorous pack members. It was a sight that haunted her as she and Mitch finally made it back to the van.