It was a business-paid vacation; Sherryl McGee worked as a trade spokesman for a notable shipping company and had worked her way to her position the hard way, by starting on the floor moving freight. Though her build would say otherwise, Sherryl still worked herself very hard, and underneath her smooth feminine exterior, there was great strength. One of her passions was hiking in the preserved wildernesses of various national parks, and when her performance began to slack at her place of business, she took the company vacation policy in stride and rented a small cabin.

After a quick shower and a restless sleep on a lumpy stock mattress in her room, she managed to fall asleep. The next morning made her even more irritable; in addition to a bad night’s sleep, she had also started her period. Being the mind-over-matter type, she simply thanked god for small miracles like Tampax and put on her hiking boots and went outside for her morning hike.

Jerarr, or as he and his mother said it, ‘Ger-arr’, was one of at least 20 children born in the 8 years of his parents’ escape and union. Being half GMO, like his other brothers and sisters, he matured rapidly within 2 years and was forced to leave home when the scent of the females in estrus began to affect his judgment.

His father, one of them anyway -- as his mother had taken 2 mates, and there was no way to tell which child was from which father -- was the result of illegal and involuntary surgical procedures on his hypothalamus and frontal lobes, giving him exceptional psychic abilities but totally destroying his subconscious.

His father had bonded psychically with his other father, whose physical shape prevented him from speaking verbally. They and his mother were the first to become free, and Jerarr was one of the first born of their children.

For 6 years, Jerarr had wandered in the forest searching for a mate who would accept him, and each year the urge to have offspring drove him more and more from the gentle beast his father had raised him to be. Over the years, his condition deteriorated; slowly paying little attention to how his fur lay, or the sanitation of his abode. The depression and hunger for a mate cut at him in the deepest parts of his being, until one day, he snapped.

Sherryl had been hiking for hours, and was getting tired. She had traveled a very long way according to the trail map she was carrying; nearly 6 miles deep into heavy virgin woodland. She had elected to follow a nearby stream to prevent getting lost, in the event that the trail was harder to navigate than she had thought, and took the opportunity to sit and rest against a tree listening to the sounds of the river while she regained her strength.

The churning and bubbling of the river, along with the chitterings of squirrels, the chirpings of birds, and the whimsical swishing of the morning’s breeze through the pines drifted her off to sleep. Some time later, she was awakened by a heavy hand pinching off the flow of air from her nose and mouth. She tried struggling, but the assailant was too strong for her. She never got to see his face, because the lack of air, and her struggles quickly rendered her unconscious.

She awoke in a dark, earth-walled room, on a musky-smelling bed of grass, straw, and pine needles covered with a deerskin throw. The only light came from a low-burning fire in a makeshift fire pit, which cast an eerie red glow about the room. At first, she was afraid that some perverted hillbilly had managed to get a hold of her, and she checked her clothing quickly, noting that her tampon was still in place. Obviously, the villain had not defiled her like that while she was unconscious, and she breathed a huge sigh of relief. Then she noticed the thick blanket of shed fur clinging to the bed cover.

She ran her fingers over it several times, noting that the fur was a mixture of soft, fluffy fur and long, thick hairs. ‘What could this be from?’ she thought to herself, and stood up to look around the room more.

“Do you like my house?” came a deep, throaty, and feral voice. Sherryl’s breath caught, and she clutched the front of her jacket tightly in her now white knuckles. The voice had come from behind her, but she was afraid to look.

“You had never liked it, as I refuse to let you leave. I have waited so very long ... and” -- There was a loud sound of air being drawn through nostrils, followed by a guttural growl. “You smell so very receptive ... You’re strong ... I like you.”

“Who are you?!” demanded Sherryl loudly and heatedly, but a harsh resemblance of laughter filled the air as a fast-moving blur took her around the middle and knocked her to the bed. “WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?” She demanded as the big, burly man (she assumed it was a man) unzipped the front of her jacket and tore at her hiking pants. There was only an excited growl from behind, as she was suddenly spun around and forced to the bed.

He was big-- very big, and well muscled. Pale blue eyes gleamed in the firelight, and long, dark hair was tied back behind its decidedly wolfish head. Fur covered his entire body, and he had no clothes. Sherryl nearly fainted at the sight and struggled desperately to escape to no avail. The sight of the pink tip protruding from a tube of fur-covered flesh near his navel made her heart sink, as he held her down with one hand and gleamed a white, toothy smile into her face, while the other hand tore away her panties.

“Oh god! NO!!” she cried as he lunged forward, and the tip of that horrible penis brushed the front of her now separated thighs. There was a sudden stop in his movements, and he let go of her to inspect her closer, realizing the tampon was still in place.

Sherryl was frightened for all she was worth and was paralyzed by that fear. The creature momentarily withdrew his advance on her and removed the tampon by its cord, sniffing and inspecting it. Sherryl thought this would be a good time to try an escape, but as soon as she tried to move, he was on top of her again, holding her down with his weight and growling into her face. The smell of his breath was awful, and a droplet of saliva leaked from his muzzle onto her face.

Sherryl closed her eyes and clenched her teeth as the creature spread her thighs once again and levered itself into position. “Strong!----” Snort!--”And receptive...” Sherryl began to pray to fear the worst. She didn’t want to have sex with such a thing -- it was big and smelly, and it wanted her. She thought it must think she was in heat, and she realized she was. That frightened her the most.

The Jerarr held her under him and marveled at her soft-looking body. He had never seen a human female before -- his father had been human once and still appeared that way from time to time, but he had never seen anything like this-- the skin was smooth under his paws and had a strange, soft smell. Everything about this female drove his mind further from sanity and reason, and he tasted her nipples and skin. He could feel her shiver and writhe under him, which excited him further, and he could take it no longer.

Sherryl gasped loudly as he pushed his member into her. She struggled to free herself, but those arms held her close. She kicked at the air, but doing so only drove him in deeper. She screamed for help, but the creature closed its mouth around hers and licked at the back of her throat. She gagged, trying to get its face off hers and feeling nauseous at the idea of having this thing’s tongue in her mouth. Then the humping started.

It was fast. Fast and hard-- She breathed deeply through her nose and tried to scream again, trying to pull the creature off of her, but there was no use-- In and out he drove, and all the while she could swear his member was growing thicker. There was a pause, then a rushed, deep penetrating jab at her mound, and she felt something slip inside and lodge. She shook, and frantically tried to roll over and get away, but the creature’s cock had swollen inside her, making escape impossible.

The hands grappled around her back, hauling her further onto the throbbing mass, and the creature released her mouth and let out a long moaning growl. He had held her down now with only his weight, using his arms around her to rock himself inside her, grunting and huffing as he did. Sherryl could feel the wad of flesh inside her pulse with his heartbeat, and heat seemed to flood into her body.

To make matters worse, she could feel herself getting close to orgasm, and his pace only quickened. Her limbs betrayed her to her passions-- Despite the horror, it felt so good -- and she rocked, thrusting her pelvis in time to the motions. Her orgasm was powerful, and pulled on the creature’s knot, making its breath catch in a chest resonating grunt.

She felt heat explode into her as he forced his hips forward into her, and the spasming inside told her that he was climaxing. Thin streams of hot juice leaked from around her tightly packed opening, and the pressure inside made her orgasm again, drawing that heat deep up into her body. Her whole body shook, and she gave up her struggles, allowing the creature to violate her.

A short time later, the creature changed its posture, sitting up, and holding her down with its rough clawed hands.

“Hhherrr ... It’s better than I ever imagined ... Ohh...”

He put his hand over her belly and gently pushed forward with his body-- Sherryl could feel the tingling and twitching inside her flare up once more, and the pressure increased. She could feel a gurgling of sperm and juices being forced up into her womb. The pressure was uncomfortable.

After that spasm, he seemed to weaken some as though through sheer ecstasy, as his eyes had glazed over, and the harsh look to his face had regressed. Looking up into her captor’s eyes, she saw the features of a dog that was getting scratched in his favorite place. She could hear the sound of a tail beating on the leather-covered bed.

“Ooh ... Yesh ... Hhmm ... Oh it feels so good’...”

Sherryl was too tired from her struggles to fight any more, and the removal of his weight from her was very welcome. The pressure inside her was building, and she orgasmed again, moaning loudly, then crying. Strangely, after another series of twitches and moans with flooding warmth, the creature reached down and rubbed the tears from her cheeks, then placed its head across her chest and stroked her sides with its coarse paw-like hands.

“Don’t cry ... I won’ hurt you ... You’re so pretty ... I need you ... I’m sorry...”

“Uuuuuhhgh ... Why are you doing this to me?” Sherryl managed to groan out between the aftershock orgasms she felt and the gurgling rush of hot sperm being drawn deep inside her with each vaginal contraction.

“I need a mate ... I need a mate of my own ... You’re so strong and beautiful ... I won’t let you go. If you don’ fight me, I won’ hurt you ... grrrghhhhhh ... herrrfl ... I feel so wonderful ... I’m so happy ... I’ll be a father soon...”

Sherryl’s ears caught, and she was painfully aware of how full of this creature’s cum she was. Her belly was beginning to rise up from internal pressures, and it was becoming painful. The creature’s orgasms were becoming labored; trying to force more into her aching, sore, and weak body. “Oh my god!” She thought to herself, and tried to move, but the pressure inside her caused her to stop her movement instantly -- even trying to move her legs contracted her belly and sent ripples of nausea through her.