Have you ever had those days where you know that you shouldn’t get out of bed? That’s the feeling I’ve had since waking up this morning. My family had this camping trip planned with Uncle Charles and their friends, the Tailors, for the weekend. Despite me stating that I had no interest in camping at all, they insisted that I come along anyway. “You need to get outside more” was their usual excuse for dragging me along whenever they had something planned.

We arose early in the morning to get there early in the day for whatever activity my family had in mind while we were there. Despite the long drive, I was denied a chance of sleeping a little longer during the ride by my dad constantly making sure I was awake for getting the camp set up. The only relief I was given was a small shop we stopped at along the way for a short rest, I was given a coffee to help keep myself awake.

After hours of driving, struggling to stay awake and watching the city fade away and be replaced with more nature, we finally arrived at our camping destination. It was a spot inside the nearby national park close to the nearby lake, surrounded by tall pine trees, shrubs and bushes littering the ground, the occasional dirt path leading to either the part offices, other campsites, toilets for those who want a more civilized experience. This spot we had was a favourite for campers since it's a wide open area while being almost right next to the lake.

Wasting no time after we arrived, my parents started getting out camping supplies set up, pretty much ordering me to help out with them. By noon we had our tents pitched, tools organised and everyone was out doing their own thing to pass the time. My mum was talking to some other campers set up nearby along, My brother was busy organising our supplies while I was helping my uncle Boris set up a fire pit for our stay.

“Then some guys from the mod decided I was having too much fun and decided to introduce themselves and steal my business” Boris started finishing up his story about one of his many past experiences. “I swear, you can’t sell booze with your sandwiches without someone getting upset with ya. And I thought the cops were bad enough to hide it from.”

“Well I guess that’s what happens when you get involved in stuff like that Uncle.” I commented as I finished moving the last seat near where the fire was going to be set up. “That kind of business is crazy.”

“Yeah, but that’s what makes it more fun.” He replied. “All the fun things in life involve taking risks. Life’s just too bland when you don’t do something exciting.”

“If you say so Uncle, just don’t expect to see my doing something out of Breaking Bad or something”

“Ian,” I heard my name called out. When I turned to the source, I saw my dad, Mr Tailor and his daughter walking towards the lake, fishing rods in their hands, “We’re going fishing, any chance you could get some water ready for boiling?”

“Sure.” I called back. I turned to Charles as I headed towards where the buckets were stored, “Don’t get into any new crazy ideas while I’m gone Uncle” I joke with a laugh.

“You know me boy, can’t resist a chance of doing something exciting” he replied, ending our chat for now.

I grabbed two buckets and walked towards the lake. Where we had camped may have been close to the water source, but there was a steep drop from our spot to the water. Not wanting to try climbing up and down with the water, I followed a short footpath that allowed easy access without having to climb and risk slipping into the mud and water.

From where I filled the buckets, I could see all around the lake. As much as I don’t go out, it was still a beautiful sight to behold. Tall Pine trees surround the water, a clear blue sky with a few clouds overhead, the water mostly calm and relaxing to look at, with almost no other sign of civilization to ruin the view. The many animals around made it more pleasant as I listened to their calls and watched as many birds flew around with no care whatsoever.

Shortly after filling both jugs, I made my way back up the path to the campsite. However as I walked along the dirt trail, I felt the ground shift underneath me, before the dirt gave away as I stepped, causing me to drop the jugs as I fell towards the lake. I tried to catch myself as I went further down, but I reached the water before I could stop myself. I was expecting the part I landed in to be somewhat shallow, but instead of landing on some dirt right under the surface, I just went right through and fell deeper into the water.

I panicked as I went deeper into the water. I couldn’t swim, never learned how to, so being so deep in water had me scared. My arms flailed all around me as I tried to grab onto some surface so I could at least try to pull myself out of the water, but I couldn’t reach anything.

As my fears grew, I felt something strange happen around me, some bright flash engulfed my sight before fading immediately afterwards. Before I could think too much about it, I finally felt ground in my hands. I frantically crawled myself out of the water, feeling my lungs burn with a need for air. A short climb later, I broke out the water and started taking massive gasps of air I needed. I kept climbing out of the water onto land, trying to get myself as far from the water as I could before I stopped to collect myself.

I lied where I was for nearly half a minute to regain myself before I sat up and took in the environment around me. I expected to see the usual pines that shot up into the sky to surround my vision with where my family camped nearby. Instead, my eyes saw something entirely different from what I was expecting. Instead of tall pines, I saw what looked like massive oaks with dark shades of green, accompanied by willows of the same shade. The campsite I expected to see was nowhere in sight, much to my shock.

I couldn’t believe I’d travelled that far while under water, only a few meters at most, but not so far as to be in a completely different part of the park. I must have travelled further than I thought, maybe even to the other side of the lake, as unlikely as it may seem.

A shudder rolled through my body, breaking me out of my thoughts about the matter. Looking upon myself, I noted that almost everything I wore was drenched in water. Not wanting to waste time in getting back to my family's camp, I took off my shirt and gave it a thorough squeeze to remove as much water as I could before I slipped it back over my body. Turning back to the woods, I made my way through the thick part of the woods, hopeful to find something that could lead me back to civilization, maybe even back to my camp.

I traveled for quite some time and passed the twisted and dark trees and bushes around me, the sounds of the many creatures of nature my only source of noise. As I walked through the woods, still shivering from the wet clothes still on me, I began to grow more fearful of my surroundings. My surroundings looked nothing like the national park we were camped at, let alone like anything near my home. Even as I stepped through the dark woods, I couldn’t shake the feeling and sense that something was watching me as I walked, even though whenever I would look to where I felt this presence I would find nothing but shrubbery and darkness.

But my fears were slightly alleviated, having found signs of civilization, a dirt pathway. While not the most modern thing you could find, it was still a sign of nearby life. Maybe following this pathway would lead me back to someone who could help me back to my camp. Wasting no time in decisions, I made my way along the path, determined to find something to help me get home, or at the very least dry off before I get sick.

As I walked through the woods, a sense of foreboding increased exponentially, goosebumps went through my body and a slight shiver rocked through me. . Suddenly, a twig snapped somewhere behind me, my body completely frozen in place. The birds and crickets of the forest stopped calls and chirping, my shallow breaths the only sound that I could hear . My courage built up, I turned to my surroundings, first towards the source of the snap and then around the area. However, I saw nothing that could have caused the sound.

“Woosh. I thought some animal was going to attack me or something.” I breathed in relief, my fears slightly lessened. I turned back towards the path...

...Only for something big to pounce on me from the shrubs. I screamed loudly as I fell back, my arms flailed around as I tried to push whatever was on me off with sloppy punches and pushes. My wrists were pinned to the ground and something straddled my chest, making me groan in discomfort. A few seconds passed and my panic started to be replaced by confusion. When I opened my eyes, the first thing that greeted them was the biggest set of… breasts that I have ever seen in my life, which looked more like watermelons but with an even bigger size.

My vision slowly went up to see a feminine face, but at first glance I noticed that it was vastly different from a normal woman face. Her eyes are a glowing green with slits, her hair seems to be made of brown leaves and on top her head is a pair of wolf ears made completely of wood. She grinned at me, showing her pronounced canines. She must be at least two meters tall, towering over my feeble one metre seventy.

“Mate smells good.” She practically purred as a green mist exited from her mouth, “Breed mate now.” The wood wolf woman released her mist in waves on my face, I was forced to breath it in. It smelled like mints, but something started to happen with my vision and body. I felt like my body stopped to follow my commands, like it had gone numb without losing the feelings, and my penis started to harden faster than normal.

“W-what’s…..happening…” I groggily said as she exhaled more mist and started to rub her body to mine, making my face become more than a few shades redder. I tried to shake her off to no avail until I completely lost control of my limbs.

She purred again while giving a slow lick on my face, before her hand went down to unbuckle my belt, and push my pants and boxers away with a single flick, freeing my rock hard member. Maybe that weird gas was aphrodisiac too?

I nearly gasped when she suddenly kissed me deeply, forcing her tongue into my mouth, wrestling my tongue in dominance. My mind went haywire, failing to process that I was drugged and am being raped by a weird wolf woman in a forest.

She slowly rubbed the tip of Ian Jr. on her lower entrance, I could already feel her wetness starting to cover it. The wolf woman muffled moaned in my mouth as she quickly lowered onto my cock, and I sharply gasped when I felt her walls tighten my cock in an inhuman amount of control. Her flesh fitted in all crevices and pressed on pleasure points that I didn’t know they even existed.

The wolf woman broke the kiss as she howled in pleasure, as she began to wildly ride on my cock. My pleasured moans joined her as she humped my cock, the sound of flesh smacked on flesh mixed with the sloshing of her fluids echoing in the forest. She kept pressuring me nonstop with pleasure and more pleasure in a relentless assault, never in my quasi-existent sex life I had done something like that.

I watched helplessly as she continued to ride me cowgirl style like there’s no tomorrow, her breasts bouncing in a very enticing manner. In my libido induced mind, I only wanted to grab and smoosh them like I always imagined. Minutes passed and I felt something build up inside me, a very familiar feeling from months of ‘one-handed training’. My balls clenched and my dick twitched, the Wolf Woman increased her pace rapidly before she slammed down, strings of semen spraying her inner walls and womb.

“Yesssss~! Semen!” She cried in joy as I continued cumming inside her before finally stopped. The two of us took heavy breaths as the wolf woman rose above me, my dick covered in our mixed love juices revealed. I moaned in pleasure when she suddenly slammed down again, and restarted her riding. Strangely I didn’t feel emptied like after I masturbated, my penis becoming flaccid, it was like my storage had mysteriously increased and stamina heightened.

“Damn it! Oooh~! S-stop it- Aaaaah~!” I gained the courage to stand up against her, only for my whining to be shadowed by my moans of pleasure. She silenced further talking with a deep kiss. I could feel the control of my body returning, the first thing that I did was to slowly approach my hands on her neck before deepening even more our kiss.

I reached down and grabbed one of her breasts, it felt like cupping a very, very large pillow, wet from her sweat aside. Then something unexpected happened. The Wolf Woman started to tire out, her breathing becoming heavier and her riding slower. Seeing the opening, my lust addled instincts made me act. With both hands on her shoulders, I pressed on with all the might that I could muster until she was no longer on top of me.

I pushed until I was on top of her, my arms hooked around her thighs as I positioned myself in a mating press. With my libido high in the heavens, I shoved with all my strength inside her wet twat, a surprised gasp from the wolf woman was the response. We resumed our chorus of carnal pleasure, now with me in control. I groped her breasts and moved them around in circles, her moans of pleasure increasing, in retaliation she closed her legs behind my rear, strengthening my pounding.

Whatever happened with my stamina, it didn’t do the same thing with post-orgasm sensitivity. I sped up as pleasure exploded in my entire body, my organ twitched as I approached my second release. I shoved my head into her pillowy breasts and moaned into them as I shot more strands of jizz inside her. I felt totally exhausted, like I had run a marathon, getting some dark spots in my vision and soreness on my entire body.

The two of us lay there for a short while, the timber woman's breath touching my head as we recovered from our romp. Whatever power kept me going during the entire time seemed to have worn off, leaving me exhausted and tired. I slowly felt myself falling into blissful sleep, my senses slowly fading as the world around me grew dark.

But while we were resting, the sound of glass shattering next to me alerted me slightly, and the Wolf Woman more so as she quickly threw me to the side. While I wondered what was happening, another strange scent filled my nostrils as I lay on the ground. I saw the woman I just runted with bolt up from where we were resting and look towards my direction, not at me but something past me. Shortly after she bolted off into the woods.

“Begone foul beast, or meet your end! You shall no longer harm this potential friend!” A voice proclaimed behind me. It wasn’t quite clear to me, but it sounded like an African accent I’ve heard in movies. Turning to face whatever it was, my fading sight only allowed me to see a tall, dark figure. It looked feminine, but that was all I could gather before my senses gave out and I drifted to sleep.

Author's Note

The picture of the story is a placeholder, I couldn't manage to find a good one for it. I hope whoever readed this enjoyed it!

Constructive criticism is always welcome, specially if its more specific.