Another mini-story for Halloween month!

By FoxFaceStories

Callum is a werewolf who takes advantage of Halloween to go out in his wolf-man form and get compliments on his ‘costume.’ But when he meets Rebekka, a girl who is really into werewolves, sex naturally follows. She’s not prepared for the knot, however, or how good it is at ensuring pregnancy . . .

Bred by a Werewolf

It was Callum’s favourite night of the year: Halloween. The one night where he could go out as his true self and not be afraid of how people might see him, try to hunt him, run in terror from him, or simply view him as ridiculous, depending on how threatening they perceived him to be. Callum had been bitten by a werewolf overseas seven years ago, and ever since that day, the man was forced to transform into his powerful, hairy, muscular wolf-man form each full moon. He could also take on that form any other time he liked, if he wished, but that wasn’t such a good idea, since most people didn’t believe in werewolves, and even more people didn’t exactly love the idea of a massive wolf-man spreading his fur all over their couch when he visited.

As such, Halloween was perfect as it allowed him to be proud of his lupine form, which always felt so much more natural to him. He had access to his heightened senses, his powerful sense of smell in particular, and he was stronger and taller and able to feel free and wild. And because everyone else was in costume, he got the best compliments of all!

“Dude, rocking the werewolf costume!” a man dressed as a zombie exclaimed as Callum entered the party. “Looks real!”

“Thanks!” he said enthusiastically. “I made it myself!”

“No way! So cool!”

More than a few people complimented him, and Callum got to show off a bit, crushing cans on his forehead and lifting people one handed with ease, to the point where everyone wanted to go check out “that guy in the sick werewolf getup,” as someone put it.

That was when she approached him. Rebekka. A gorgeous black girl with long braids wearing a dark witch outfit, complete with dark eyeshadow, black lipstick, and an impressive shadowy cloak and pointed hat. She smirked at him, and Callum’s sense of smell could instantly detect something he’d never really gotten from a woman before in this form; arousal.

“That’s the hottest costume I’ve ever seen,” she said rather flirtatiously, running her fingers through her fur. “Mind if I have more of a feel?”

“I - no. I don’t mind at all,” Callum replied in his low, grunting voice. He smiled at her, sharp teeth showing, and for a moment he was worried he’d scared her off. Instead, she bit her lip, and he could smell her arousal growing further, as if she were in some kind of animal estrus.

“I’m Rebekka.”

“Callum.”

“I don’t know a Callum. It’s a nice name. And an even nicer costume. You know, I’ve always had a big, big, big thing for werewolves.”

“You have?”

She nodded, grinning up at him; he was very tall in werewolf form. His tail shook in response to the flirtatious expression she returned. “Very much so. Especially tall ones with big muscles and cute, furry tails. I just love your coat. It’s so soft. And your jaw looks so powerful.”

“It’s, uh, a very good costume. Took me a while to make it!”

“I can’t argue with the results. Can I ask a favour, Callum?”

His own arousal was rising. He was shirtless, just wearing a pair of denim shorts, but his member was starting to slide from its sheath. And being a werewolf, it meant that his nervousness was giving way to an instinct of primal domination.

“You can ask me anything,” he said in his brassy tone, reaching a clawed hand out to caress her back. She was deeply attractive, and his body wanted her. “But that doesn’t mean you’ll get it, Rebekka. You’ve got to be careful around a werewolf, you know.”

“Mhmmm,” she moaned, losing her focus for a moment, audibly aroused by his growing confidence. “In that case, let me beg you. I want to have a little fun tonight. Something hot and casual, and I want it with you. But please . . . don’t take the outfit off. I want you to keep it on and stay in character for me. Do you think you can do that for me, Callum?”

Callum took a great rumbling intake of breath as he took in the sight of the beautiful dark-skinned woman in her witch dress. “Where can we find a room?”

“Upstairs, I can show you the-”

“I’ll take us there,” he declared, and he lifted her up, causing her to squeak in delight and then press herself against his fur.

“Mhmm, so fucking hot. Second floor, my sexy wolfman. And then you can mount me.”

He did, just minutes later. They locked the door to one of the private rooms of whoever’s house this was, and he literally began to tear the clothing off of Rebekka, shredding her costume apart thanks to his primal urges.

“Oh, f-fuck yes! Don’t worry about it, I’ll find something else! God, I’ve always wanted to be fucked by a big, strong werewolf!”

He breathed his hot breath upon her neck, licking her face and then her naked breasts, which were full and ripe. He could smell her lust and his own mingling together, and nothing short of her absolute refusal to proceed could have stopped him now. Not that she would refuse; Rebekka was gripping his fur and stroking his furry sheath as he removed his shorts.

“God, it’s s-so life-like! Make my dreams come true, Callum! Fuck me with your big werewolf cock!”

“I’ve never met a girl so into this,” Callum declared. “I like it!”

He turned her forcibly against the bed, causing her to moan as he bent her over. His tail flapped eagerly as his big canine cock emerged, large and impressive. She gasped as it entered her, stretching her walls wide. Callum had never had sex with a black girl before, but he’d always admired their rather bountiful backsides and full hips, not to mention their larger bustlines. In his wolf-form, it made his animal mind think of fertility, which drove his mating instinct all the more powerfully.

“Yesssss,” he intoned, his voice like brass. “I want you, Rebekka. You are my mate now.”

“Y-yes! I’m your m-mate! Ohhhh, your dick! It feels too - mmhm! What is that? Ahhh - I like it!”

It was his knot, of course. It swelled within her, keeping her from escaping, not that she wanted to escape, of course. He started to thrust into her, gripping her shoulders with his longer reach and then lowering down to kiss and lick her neck and back. He gripped her breasts as they dangled, squeezing them just a little more than he should have, causing her to yelp in pain.

“Ohhh, that hurts!”

“I will try to be gentler.”

“N-no! I like it!” Rebekkah moaned, looking back at him and rolling her eyes back in pleasure as he continued to fuck her. “I want m-my werewolf to f-fucking dominate me! To breeeed meeee! Ohhhhh, I hope that’s n-not too weird for you, but just go with it! Pretend you’re b-breeding me!”

The words entered into Callum’s mind, and the Werewolf took over. This was no longer just a one-night stand; this woman was his mate. A fertile mate with wide hips for delivering pups, and full breasts for feeding them. He fucked her more aggressively, growling in a canine fashion, now beyond words. Rebekka cried out several more times. The knot tugged, keeping him lodged within her, and each time it squeezed against her entrance she thrashed and wailed.

“It’s l-like a real knot! Ahhh, I’m n-not prepared for this! I didn’t realise how it w-would feel! Oh f-fuck me, but it’s so good! Just like in my s-stories! Ahhhh, it’s so th-thick inside me, I c-can’t escape! Yesss! YESSS! CUM IN ME, YES! BREEEED MEEEEE!!!”

Callum couldn’t help himself. The moment of climax came, and he howled to a full moon he could not see as he came. Stream after stream of his hot seed flowed into the woman, his knot trapping her, ensuring nothing could escape, not even the most solitary sperm. All of it was going into her, and she could only collapse her upper half onto the bed while he kept his claws upon her hips so that her feet did not lose their balance on the floor. She gripped the sheets and tugged on them, writhing brilliantly, thrashing about as he bred her.

“Ohhhhh,” she murmured after a long, long time. “That was . . . that was everything I imagined and m-more.”

Slowly, she turned her head, his knot still thick inside of her so that the two were joined for some minutes to come. Her gaze was almost dreamy.

“Thank you,” Rebekka whispered.

***

That was five months ago. Callum had intended it to be a one-night stand, and no doubt Rebekka intended it to be the same; just a dream experience for her. She had no idea at first that she’d been fucked by a real-life werewolf, and for a time both went about their days. Callum didn’t even know her last name, and while he often thought about her - particularly in werewolf form - as far as he was concerned, it was just one perfect night with a girl who was really, really into werewolves.

And then she knocked on his door four-and-a-half months later. Callum was shocked when he opened it and saw her, and even more shocked when he saw her very, very pregnant belly. In fact, she was more pregnant than any woman he had ever seen, wearing a lovely yellow maternity dress that draped off of her stomach and showed off just how large it was. Her face was a little more rounded in pregnancy, and her breasts were definitely larger, but there were some odd bumps and shapes to her as well, and something else was a bit different in her eyes and face that he couldn’t quite determine.

“Finally!” Rebekka declared. “I’ve finally fucking found you!”

“Rebekka!?” Callum exclaimed. He was back in his human form, so he was also confused. “Wait, how did you find me? How did you recognise me? Are you wearing a pregnant costume or something?”

At this, Rebekka bit her lip and grinned slightly. She rubbed her stomach and moaned, and Callum was shocked to see a ripple of movement through the bright yellow fabric. “Not a costume, Callum. And yours wasn’t a costume either, was it? Can I come in?”

He allowed her in, but the brown-haired man wasn’t sure what she wanted, or what was going on. His mind was a blur; was she pregnant with his child? Children, given the size of her belly? He sniffed the air, and to his shock he instantly knew the truth; she carried his scent, and it was strong. Rebekka moaned a little, sniffing the air as well.

“I knew you by your scent,” she murmured. “Ever since that night, my senses have been getting sharper. And, ahh, I’ve been growing. You really did breed me that night, my sexy wolf man. But I thought it was a costume. I was such an idiot. That sheath, that knot, the way you howled and fucked me. Your tail. You really are a werewolf, aren’t you? My dream really did come true.”

Callum swallowed. “I am a werewolf,” he admitted. “Rebekka, I’m so sorry. I had no idea that I was going to get you pregnant. I remember you said something about being on the pill.”

“I was,” she said, cupping her massive belly and then running her hands up to her massive breasts. “But I think contraception was no match for your werewolf sperm, big guy. And that knot . . . mhmmm, it really sealed the deal, didn’t it? You got me knocked up. You bred me.”

She said it in quite a sultry voice, one that made Callum actually feel a little aroused. He shook that thought away. “This is nuts. Look, I really didn’t mean to do this. I - how many are you pregnant with?”

At this, Rebekka smiled. “A whole litter, big guy. You mated me and got me pregnant with your pups. Last I could tell, I think I might have five or six in here.”

“You - six!?”

“And that’s just the start.”

She smiled, and he realised that her incisors were just a little more prominent. A little sharper. She gripped her yellow dress and removed it right in front of him, leaving herself standing there just in her black lingerie, her beautiful and very pregnant black body on display. Callum gawked as he took in the sight of her; that massive swollen belly, shifting about from the numerous movements of her - their - large litter, her ripe breasts enlarged and ready to feed them in coming months. But even stranger were the other developments. Rebekka had developed a second pair of breasts below her first, and her large belly was lined with three rows of nipples, dark and inviting, with slight pooches of fat beneath them. She rubbed her belly and shivered, letting out a moan.

“Trust m-me, it was a big surprise to me too, Callum. They’re f-fucking sensitive, too. I guess your werewolf sperm did more than breed me, huh? I’ve now got a body m-made for nursing a werewolf litter, and not just feeding them.”

Callum didn’t know what to say. His werewolf side was wanting to come out, and the whole image was deeply sexy to him, despite the strangeness of it. His instincts were lustful for such a woman, one who was not only full with his first litter of pups, but now had a body to support them. He noticed that her hair was a little wilder, her fingernails more like claws. She had a wolfish aspect to her, now.

“Nghh!” she grunted, as her belly rippled with movement. She rubbed it, then shivered as her many nipples distended. “What do you th-think?”

“Rebekka, I had no idea. I promise you, I’ll find a way to support you and change you back so that-”

“What? Change me back! Callum, I came here to thank you.”

“Thank me?”

She waddled towards him, her big belly swaying from side to side, her mammaries bouncing. She pressed her body against his, and without meaning to, Callum started to transform, growing in height and bursting out of his clothes, his jaw elongating, his tail swaying. Soon he was his unleashed werewolf self, naked and becoming clearly turned on.

“Ohhhh, that’s that man I was hoping to thank,” Rebekka purred, pressing her body against his and resting her head against his furry chest. “My big sexy werewolf babydaddy who made all my dreams come true.”

“You wanted this?”

“It was a surprise at first, big guy. A girl doesn’t expect to have a litter of pups growing in her, or to find herself becoming part-werewolf, extra nipples and boobs and all. But God, I love it. I feel like this is who I’m meant to be. And . . . like I was meant to find you. If you’ll still have me . . . as your mate.”

Callum took a great breath. His massive canine cock was erect and pressing against her belly, and it made Rebekka smile. “Would you?” she said. “Have me as your mate, I mean?”

The werewolf grinned. He hadn’t known until now that he wanted to be a father, or to have a lasting mate, but his primal instincts rose up to reassure him that this was right. 

“Only if I can keep breeding you,” he said in his rich baritone, lifting her face up to kiss him. Rebekka moaned as they embraced, and their pups kicked away between them.

“I was worried you’d have to make me beg for that too, big guy.”

The End