Four weeks later, Quinn looked absolutely miserable. Her hair was a mess instead of the smooth and shiny pony of the head cheerleader. Dark circles were forming under her eyes from fatigue that even makeup was starting to have trouble covering and she didn't seem like she could go near food without becoming terribly nauseous. Even worse, she felt like she was actually gaining weight despite throwing up what felt like constantly. She was so wrapped up in her malaise she didn't notice Rachel's near constant presence somewhere nearby as often as the other girl could manage it.
Rachel knew what was wrong with the cheerleader. She could smell the proof of what had happened whenever she got anywhere near her. She was pregnant.
From her wolf raping her.
The very thought made her feel sick. She hated that she'd lost control so badly. Even the strange relationship of Puck with the two wolves that had chosen him hadn't been as horrible as what she'd done. She swallowed harshly against the swell of bile in her throat at the thought, ignoring her wolf's grumbling. When Quinn started looking fainter than usual, she rushed forward before Finn could turn to his girlfriend's aid, leading the blonde into a bathroom.
"What are you doing?" she hissed, batting at Rachel's hands weakly. "Get your hands off-"
"You're pregnant," she informed her, locking the door.
Quinn stopped and stared at Rachel in shock for a long moment before laughing. "That's not possible. I'm a virgin."
"No you're not," she said flatly, putting her hands on her hips. "You're not and you're four weeks pregnant."
Hazel eyes narrowed at her. "Are you trying to imply-"
Rachel cut her off again. "I'm not implying anything, Quinn. I'm saying. You are pregnant. Four weeks ago, you had an... encounter and... you're pregnant."
Quinn's eyes widened in fear and she took an involuntary step back away from Rachel before she realized what she was doing. "T-that was a dream," she insisted, but her voice was weak and she'd paled even more.
She shook her head. "No. It wasn't a dream, Quinn," she said softly, taking a step towards her. "I'm sorry... but it wasn't."
Quinn shook her head. "N-no." She laughed weakly. "You're... this is some sort of fucked up joke, isn't it. Well, ha ha. You got me."
"I'm not joking."
It was the seriousness in Rachel's eyes that finally convinced her. Less than a second later, she was throwing herself to her knees in a stall, heaving violently into the toilet. When Rachel tried to kneel beside her, she shoved her away.
"Don't touch me!" she gurgled, heaving again and again.
"Quinn, I'm sorry..."
"How do you even know?!" she sobbed. "There wasn't anyone there! How do you know?!"
"I..." Her jaw worked, blinking rapidly. "I... I'm sorry, Quinn. I... I tried to stop him but... it was the full moon. I just... I lost control. I'm sorry."
Quinn's pale face looking up at her in horror at that admission would haunt her for the rest of her life.
"It was you?" she hissed, looking horrified.
Rachel bit her lip, but she didn't back down. "Yes. And... that's our babies growing inside you."
Quinn's jaw clenched. "I can't believe you!"
She frowned. "Believe it or not, but my wolf claimed you four weeks ago and you are carrying our children!"
"You raped me!" she shouted, shoving her hard.
"I protected you!" she yelled back. "Do you know how often a human mate dies when we can't control our wolves during the first mating?! You're not a man, Quinn. You wouldn't have done as well as Noah did."
Her eyes widened in shock. "Puck? He's part of this... this... insanity?"
"He's Santana and Brittany's mate," she snapped. "Their pups were born just before school started this year and are being raised by the older members of the pack. Why can't you understand that this isn't a bad thing?"
"Why can't you understand that your wolf raped me and that is not okay?" Quinn yelled, shoving her. "For God's sake, Berry!"
Rachel growled low in her throat, her wolf waking up at the violent act. "Quinn, stop," she commanded lowly, her eyes flashing gold. "You are my mate, but I'm not unreasonable. I'll allow much that my other packmates never would, but only if you learn to adapt."
"I'm pregnant with your unholy wolf babies and I have to adapt?" she asked incredulously.
"Fabray, shut your hole," Santana said, crawling into the bathroom through the window. "You're part of the pack now."
"Santana!" She looked appalled. "What is going on?! What are you even doing here?!"
Santana rolled her eyes, before shucking out of her clothes much to Quinn's horror and crouching down. "Time to show you the wild side, Fabray," she said with a smirk, pushing into the change.
If there was one thing Rachel hated more than experiencing the change, it was watching it happen to someone else. Santana's arms and legs seemed to deflate as they shattered, the extra muscle fiber and fat humans carried in those places streaming back to begin building her tail even as her leg bones shortened and thickened. She curled on the floor, clutching at her nude body as ribs snapped and reformed.
Her fingers erupted, splitting like over cooked sausages as they shifted into her paws. The skin of her face split and peeled back away from the lengthening jaw and heavy skull reforming, muscle rippling like some kind of sentient jelly as it oozed back into place. Blood splattered the floor as hair pushed from everywhere at once. When it was done, she laid panting on the floor for a long moment before surging to her feet and shaking off the remainder of bodily fluids.
Quinn looked disgusted but Rachel just groaned. "Honestly, Santana. How are you going to explain the mess?" The massive tan wolf looked at Rachel with a hint of a smirk and did something with her front shoulders that Quinn could only describe as a shrug. "You are absolutely insufferable," she grumbled.
Santana let out a short yip of a bark before turning and leaping for the window, her back claws scrabbling against the cinder block wall for a moment before she managed to wiggle all the way through.
"Where's she going?" Quinn asked, alarm written all over her features.
"Outside to wait for us," Rachel replied, grabbing Santana's clothes before catching her arm and pulling her along.
"Hey! Stop! I'm not going anywhere!" She yanked her arm out of Rachel's grasp and took a step back.
Rachel spun around and let out a growl that reverberated somewhere deep and frightening. "You are my mate and you will come," she snapped, grabbing her wrist again and bodily dragging her outside.
Santana was waiting for them when they finally made it out to the football field, sitting with her tail wrapped around her feet. A paler wolf bounded into view from the forest as they walked up, sliding to sit beside Santana and lick at her muzzle with a soft grizzling noise of contentment. When Puck walked out of the woods after the pale wolf with a content smirk that Quinn knew all too well and adjusting his pants, she looked like she was about to vomit.
"That is disgusting," she hissed, folding her arms protectively over her chest.
"Don't knock it," he said, coming up and leaning down to hug Santana. "My girls are fucking hot no matter how they wanna present for my cock." Brittany - because who else could it be? - bathed his face with her tongue, much to his amusement before he pushed her down. "Sexy as fuck baby mamas," he said, kneeling with his arms over both wolves' shoulders.
Quinn opened her mouth to say something, but Rachel cut her off. "Stop, Quinn. Right now. It's time for you to start meeting the pack and learning to adapt before our puppies are born."
"I'm not having puppies!" she insisted with an angry hiss looking around.
Puck rolled his eyes. "Dude, puppies are babies too and besides, they're fucking cute as hell."
"And you're fucking two wolves!" she snapped, glaring at him. "Don't tell me what's cute or not!"
"Like you didn't get your rocks off when Rachel fucked you all fuzzy," he said, snorting.
"I did-"
Rachel cut her off with a low growl. "Don't lie, Quinn. I was there, remember?"
Her jaw worked, but she didn't continue her statement. "All of you just shut up," she finally hissed.
Santana's jaw dropped, letting her tongue loll out as she shook her head. She got to her feet, giving a short bark before trotting over to Quinn and butting her hip. Rachel looked at her mate expectantly.
"Well?" she asked, beginning to strip out of her clothes and putting them in a backpack that Brittany cheerfully wiggled into.
"What?" Quinn demanded only to shriek as Santana growled and shoved her way between the blonde's legs. "Oh my God, you're all furry rapists!"
Puck laughed. "Q, how the hell you think you're gonna get there?" he asked as the sound of Rachel moaning in pain caught Quinn's attention long enough to see the big black wolf from that nightmare of a night laying where Rachel'd stood. "Damn he is one fine beast," he murmured, getting up and walking over to where Rachel now stood, shaking the blood and fluids from her fur.
"What are you doing?" she asked, her eyes wide.
Puck shot her an incredulous look as he climbed onto the wolf's massive back. "I'm getting a ride, what's it look like? Would you just climb on Santana so we can go see our pups already?"
"Wha-?" she was cut off with a startled cry as Brittany hopped up on her hind legs and pushed Quinn onto Santana's back, the darker wolf growling with annoyance.
"Might wanna hold on," he suggested with a smirk, wrapping his arms around the black wolf's neck.
Seconds later, the wolf seemed to almost vanish, a spray of light dust settling back down where he'd stood. Quinn nearly lost her seat before she wrapped her arms desperately around Santana's neck as the smaller wolf took off after her larger packmate. Brittany let out a short, gleeful yip and followed alongside.
The next half hour was a terrifying crash through the woods, leading ever further away from her home and familiar ground. Branches whipped past bare inches from her face and arms. After the first insect found its way into her mouth, she buried her face into the warm fur of Santana's ruff, feeling strangely comforted as she realized the wolf smelled more like her best friend than some wet dog.
When they finally stopped running, Quinn was almost afraid to let go of the death's grip she had on Santana's fur. The wolf growled in irritation, louder and louder before finally shaking like it'd just climbed out of the river, throwing the girl to the ground. Looking up to see Puck's amused smirk as he offered her a hand was not one of the finer points.
"You gotta get used to this stuff, Q," he said, helping her up. "You're part of the pack now. Well... mostly. The pack still has to confirm you as Rach's mate after all."
She frowned. "Mate? What...?"
"Uh," he scratched the back of his neck, looking awkward, "it's just... um, well... you know."
Her eyes narrowed. "I know what?"
"You just gotta," he shrugged, "prove performance, you know?"
"The hell do you mean?" she snapped, only to be interrupted as Brittany head butted her in the small of her back, making her take a few steps towards the half crumbled building they'd found themselves outside.
"Don't worry," he said, following along without any prodding. "It ain't so bad. I did it twice after all. It's pretty hot."
"Hot...?!" The word was strangled off as she turned the corner only to find herself in what could only be described as a sand-floored arena.
She had no idea what the building used to be, but now tiers of stone platforms surrounded the warm sand in a circle. There, draped over the stone risers were what her slowly panicking mind was telling her were hundreds of various size and shades of monstrous wolves. Amidst them in various degrees of clothed - from fully clothed to, she noticed with a blush, completely nude - were various humans lounging with the wolves. And every set of eyes were on her and the huge black wolf at her side.
"Just relax and let it happen," Puck said, offering a couple final words of support before following his mates up into the stands. "Don't fight back or it'll make 'em mad and you don't wanna make them mad."
"Oh God," she whispered, getting an idea of what was going to happen as two of the least clothed women came down out of the stands to wait for them in the middle of the sand.
The wolf growled softly and butted her gently with his huge head. Somehow, she managed to make herself walk into the middle of the arena. She didn't know why, but knowing that it was Rachel in the monster wolf somehow made it easier to relax enough for the women to remove her clothes.
The catcalls from the human pack members - though she noticed the surprising absence of Puck's voice amidst them - brought a blush to her face that spread all the way down to her bare breasts. She tried to cover herself until she heard a menacing growl start to curl over the whistles and jeers. Looking up, she spotted Rachel - despite the obvious maleness of the wolf, she couldn't bring herself to think of him as anything but Rachel - stalking around the perimeter of the arena, glaring down those who catcalled, her impressive fangs exposed as the terrifyingly possessive growl came forth.
The possessiveness, the idea of being claimed, woke some strange response deep in Quinn's being. She was still terrified of what she now had no doubt was coming, but she straightened, her arms dropping to her sides and leaving her completely exposed to the still leering eyes. She let the women help her to her knees even as a third came with a bucket of water and a sponge and began cleaning the insides of her thighs and her lower body.
"Relax," the darker of the pair whispered. "Being claimed is hard, but it's easier after the first time. They don't want to hurt us."
The lighter woman smiled softly. "They're... not human, not completely. But they love us and the puppies we bear. In time, she'll learn to prep you in a way that it's enjoyable and not frightening."
"Maybe if you're lucky," the darker one added with a wink, "she'll start off human and give you a few before shifting. Not a lot of the crossgender wolves, but it's common in Rachel's family. You'll see when you meet her dads."
"I didn't ask for this," Quinn whimpered, her courage giving out as she felt them tightening their grip on her arms as the woman who'd been bathing her spread her legs and began a vaginal inspection, all while everyone in the arena - including Puck, Santana, and Brittany - were watching.
"None of us do at first," said the lighter woman softly. "But you'll learn to love it. To love her."
"D-does this have to happen in front of everyone?" she asked, her voice shaking as she watched Rachel eyeing her, pacing the sandy arena floor, the red tip of her penis beginning to show.
"Only for the official claim," she was reassured by the third woman. "After that, you are married to the pack. No one will attempt to take you or hurt you and you'll be under the pack protection."
"Oh God," she whispered again, her head starting to fall before the darker woman caught it.
"Don't drop your head. Be aggressive. Be a wolf when she wants you like this. She's not completely a wolf and it'll make her respect you much more if you do." The woman glanced up. "It's time. Cindy, let's go."
It was only through the willpower given to her from being the top of Sue Sylvester's pyramid that kept her from lowering her head as Rachel crept closer. She didn't dare move from her position on her hands and knees, humiliatingly exposed to the eyes of everyone watching as the huge black wolf began snuffling at her body. The whimper that escaped her throat and caught the wolf's attention couldn't be helped as she felt that cold, wet nose nuzzling at her ass and lower back.
Rachel whined softly, her tail wagging as she moved up to nuzzle at Quinn's cheek. Her hot tongue swiped at her neck, her cheek. She kept lapping at Quinn's neck and shoulders, gently soothing over warm skin until Quinn finally reached up to wrap an arm around Rachel's furry neck to make her stop.
Her tail wagged faster as Quinn tugged at her ruff as she let out a soft bark of pleasure as Quinn rose up on her knees to hug her. It'd taken the terrified girl a while to realize what Rachel was trying to do, but it'd finally sank in. This wasn't the monster that held her down and raped her in the forest, the black beast that haunted her nightmares, even if it was the same body. This was Rachel and annoying as she was, she only scared Quinn with how she made her feel when she was nearby.
She buried her face in the thick fur of the wolf's ruff, hugging her neck desperately. Rachel stood there patiently, giving Quinn the time she needed to adjust to what was happening and studiously ignoring her wolf's angry howls from where she'd locked him in her soul. He wanted to claim his mate, to take her on the sands before the pack and tear the throats out of any who would challenge his claim, but he'd lost his strength with the waning of the full moon and Rachel was in charge again.
After several long minutes, she nudged Quinn, encouraging her to lay back onto her back instead of the position the women had had her assume. She could hear the soft hum of voices around them, but Rachel made a soft grizzling noise, drowning them out as she moved to rest on top of her. Quinn kept her hands buried in Rachel's thick ruff as the unbelievably soft heat of her stomach fur brushed against Quinn's bare thighs.
That massive head with its huge fangs lowered slowly and Quinn's tongue dipped out to moisten her lips as she watched the wolf's hot tongue slip out to slide over her breast. The tongue curled almost prehensilely around the nipple, seeming to tug gently before moving to her other breast. There was no sense of desperate urgency or rush this time, unlike in the forest.
Rachel spent several moments lapping at her breasts until the girl was moaning under her, her hands loosening from their panic grip on her ruff. She let out a low growl of desire as she moved lower, lapping along her body as she made her way down between Quinn's thighs. Quinn lifted up on her elbows to watch the massive black head with it's thick red tongue began lapping between her thighs.
She felt so deeply dirty responding to the wolf whining happily and wagging her tail as she lapped at the arousal drenching Quinn's thighs and darkening the sand beneath her. It was horribly wrong, but she couldn't help the way her thighs trembled as she watched Rachel - knowing it was Rachel and not the wolf - stroking between her folds with her long hot tongue. She couldn't help the desperate moan that escaped her throat or the way her head fell back as that tongue pressed deep inside her core.
Rachel kept pressing inside her, watching her mate as she lapped and nuzzled at her core, holding back her wolf's desire to claim his mate until she felt the Quinn's walls clench on her tongue. She used all of her strength, all of her control, to hold him back, to deny his claim. She refused to allow him to steal their mate with his viciousness. Quinn was hers.
The wolf snapped and snarled angrily at being denied what he saw as his right. He surged against the walls she'd thrown up against him, but everywhere he thought there was a chink in the barricade, she was there, pushing him back down. Her inner ears rang with his howls, but she ignored them in favor of her mate.
She moved back up her mate's body, deliberately ignoring the women who crept back onto the sand to urge Quinn's hips into the air long enough to slip a cushion under them. Precum leaked in a steady torrent from the tip of her cock where it just poked out of its sheath and she wanted nothing more than bury it deep in her mate's core. Her pink tongue curled from her mouth to lick her chops, gathering the lingering sheen of Quinn's arousal with a grumble of content.
Quinn watched her with bated breath, her eyes fixed on those huge fangs as the women spread her ankles wider, encouraging her to expose herself more for her mate's pleasure. Her chest heaved, breasts tingling as the nipples brushed silken belly fur with each breath as her heart pounded wildly. She knew what was coming, her mind filling with the images of that night, of the pointed tip of the beast's cock slamming against her painfully hard once, twice... before sliding inside and steadily stretching her until she felt like she'd tear open.
Her eyes clenched shut against the anticipated pain, making Rachel whimper softly until she finally opened them again and looked up into golden eyes that looked far less frightening than they had that night. Her nostrils flared as she took in the rich, musky scent of Rachel's wolf-form, letting out a tiny whimper of apprehension even as her hand came up to twine in the thick black ruff again. It's Rachel, she whispered in her mind, making a mantra of the fact. It's Rachel.
Rachel held her gaze as she planted her forepaws on either side of Quinn's torso, her hips already thrusting at her mate's raised core. She whimpered as she missed her mark, wanting her hands almost enough to force the change from pure wolf-form into man-wolf. Then she froze as she felt a slender hand wrap around her cock, easing it out of its sheath slightly and guiding the tip of her baculum to the entrance of Quinn's core.
A snarl rippled through her throat as she broke her gaze with Quinn to glare behind her, only to have it die as she realized it wasn't one of the assistants touching her cock. The snarl died in confusion as she looked back, only to realize that it was Quinn's free hand reaching down between them. Quinn's hand lining her up.
"Claim me," she whispered, planting her feet on the ground to angle her hips up a little higher. "I can't be with a normal man any more, so... claim me." She tugged on Rachel's ruff until she was looking at her again. "I know it's you in there, Rachel. Claim me now or get the fuck off," she hissed, letting Rachel realize how terrified she still was of what was happening.
Rachel let out a surprised whimper, but didn't resist, her hips bucking as she drove her cock deep into Quinn with a groan of pleasure. Quinn bit her lip, her hand falling away to press into the sand beside them and give her enough leverage to push her hips up higher. Rachel grunted as her furry hips pistoned in tiny jerks, pumping her cock to begin to harden as her precum flooded Quinn's channel and leaked out around her growing cock.
It hurt. Rachel was far larger than any human man and Quinn's body hadn't been designed to take a cock as long and thick as hers. She cried out, just barely stopping herself from curling in on herself as she felt the knot at the base of Rachel's dick start to swell, growing to a size a little bigger than a baby's head as it blocked her channel off and locked them together as her length pressed against her cervix and pushed channel deeper and wider than any human man could, making her body stretch to its absolute limits of depth before finally reaching Rachel's full size.
Almost as soon as she swelled to her full size, Rachel's hips jerked again as she began pumping cum into her mate. With her knot fully set against Quinn's pelvic bone, Quinn's channel was sealed and there was no where for the excess cum to go as Rachel's massive member kept pumping more and more inside of her. Quinn cried out, her head pressing into the sand with her eyes screwed shut as the pressure built, distending her stomach.
Both hands buried themselves deep in Rachel's ruff as she held on for dear life as the wolf pumped cum in her to overwhelming fullness, making her sob desperately as the position didn't allow Rachel to move enough to lick her clit enough to distract her from what was happening. Rachel let out a low moan, nuzzling at the crook of her neck as she stayed fixed over her. Then, just as the sensations seemed as if they'd be too much, Quinn's eyes flew open as the wolf's huge, white fangs sank deep into her flesh on either side of her left collarbone.
Blood spurted free, staining the sand as Rachel shook her head, worrying at the wound. Quinn shrieked in pain, red staining her cheek as she stared up at Rachel in shock as the wolf finally pulled back from the bite. It wasn't supposed to be like that. She'd given in to being taken, given herself! It didn't make sense!
Her shrieks turned into sobs as Rachel's tongue soothed over the bite, carefully lapping away the blood. The panicked terror in the sobs turned slowly into confusion as the agonizing pain of the bite turned into an intense itching sensation as the wolf continued to lap at it. She turned her head to awkwardly stare in shock as her flesh knit together into a white bite mark shaped scar around her collarbone.
"I... I don't understand," she whispered, tears trickling down her face, her body overwhelmed by what had happened. "I don't understand..."
Somehow in the midst of all of that, Rachel's cock finally began to soften, shrinking smaller and smaller until it finally slid free of Quinn's abused core in a rush of cum. She trembled from the combined effort of holding back the wolf and claiming Quinn before the combined eyes of the pack without the wolf's help. Giving a last grizzling snarl at the attendants trying to come closer, her body shattered into the return change and she dropped limply onto Quinn, naked, drenched in her own blood and definitively female.
"I'm sorry," she whispered before losing consciousness.
Somehow, despite their being older wolves and humans closer, Puck, Santana, and Brittany managed to get to the center of the arena to surround the collapsed pair in a protective circle. Santana and Brittany paced around them, glaring and snarling ferociously to keep people away as Puck moved to check on them. He smiled awkwardly as he reached down to wipe the blood off Quinn's cheek with a handkerchief.
"Sorry... couldn't really warn you about that," he said with a shrug.
"W-what...?" she begged, staring up at him without a bit of modesty for her state after what she'd been through. "What was that?"
"That was a claim," he said, pulling his shirt off over his head and revealing a pair of similar bite scars over his own collarbones - one on either side of his body. "You're pack now," he added, getting Rachel up and giving Quinn the shirt to hide her nudity before picking the smaller girl into his arms. "Let's go to the den before the rest get all sniffy."