Anal Werebear Fuck
Surrounded by a pack of vicious werewolves, Dave - the werecoyote - is facing certain death. Is this an appropriate sentence for making a pass at their Alpha? It is when their Alpha’s not gay. Can the much smaller coyote wriggle his way out of their grasp? Does he have an ace up his sleeve that will turn the tables around in his favor? Read on to find out!
Out of the thickets, a werecoyote streaked across the field like a comet. He glanced around as three large wolves charged out of the bushes, ambushing him. Before he could turn his attention in front of him, he tripped. Rolling to his feet, he saw the snarling wolves leap on him.
Dust rose as the wolves caught the coyote, but it drifted away by the breeze, revealing three large muscle-bound men in leather jackets. One burly man, taller than the others, had a smaller man by the throat. As he pulled back his meaty fist ready to strike, rage glowed in the werewolf leader's eyes.
The werecoyote grabbed the other's vise-like grip, attempting to break free before he was ground into hamburger. A strand of long, blond hair fell in front of his light brown eyes.
"Hey now... can't we talk about this?" The werecoyote squeaked. In human form, the coyote had an elvish-looking face.
"I'm going to skin you alive," The tall man with black, curly hair snarled. The smaller man flashed him a nervous smile, but in his eyes lurked fear and his nervous laugh filled the air.
"Now...now, lets not be hasty," he gasped under the grip of the stronger man.
"We don't like your kind here," one of the other werewolves grunted as he folded his massive arms across his broad chest.
"Go slow. Very slow." The other werewolf smacked his fist into his palm. He smiled at the trapped man in his leader's grip. "Nobody should get away with what he did."
"I didn't know." The werecoyote shrugged as he struggled to escape.
"That's just too damn bad, Mr 'I want to suck your cock,'" The leader of the wolf pack snarled as he shook him.
"Hey, I have a name you know. It’s Dave!" The werecoyote coughed as he watched the alpha wolf with bulging eyes.
"It doesn't matter what your name is. You are going to be..."
"What's going on here?" a voice that sounded like a diesel truck starting up - deep and powerful - crashed through their party.
"Huh?" Dave glanced sideways to see who'd spoken. The werewolves turned in unison like trained monkeys to see a burly mountain of a man get off his Harley and stride toward the pack, crunching gravel and dead grass as he came upon them. His studded black leather jacket gleamed in the dim light of the moon.
"It's none of your business," the alpha spat the words at him, ready to challenge this newcomer.
"Oh really? Can't you smell, Chihuahua?" The musk of his transformation filled their nostrils and the two others danced on their feet avoiding the gaze of the large and powerful werebear. The leader's eyes bulged as he gulped, fear coursing through him as he looked up at the massive, hulking werebear.
"NOW do you want to tell me what's going on?" he folded his log-like arms across his barrel chest. The werebear glared at them like an angry king that was being challenged.