For Aliapoh


Wolf wasn't your average girly girl, despite her heart shaped and welcoming features - even with the white bandage that covered a scar below her left eye, it was hard to mistake her for one of the most violent criminals in the district.

She had a greyish-white mane of scruffy feathery hair that covered the whole of her back, with two thick collections of strands residing over her embroidered shoulders. She wore an officer's coat that split at her thighs, exposing their creamy smoothness through a wide mesh of black fishnet, which was fed into and covered up by a pair of pantyhose, which were attached to her garter belt made up of a black leather bracer studded with spikes, which had to travel quite a bit of distance to wrap around the pillowy thigh. The coat was embedded with gold scales up and down the chest of it. They reminded her of a fishes ribs, the design of the regalia possibly meaning a lot to the person she had killed to acquire it.

The goosedown fluff on the interior of her big and angled ears which resided on the top of her head bounced as she attuned her hearing to the nearby vendors, listening in to what they were saying about her; though she just picked up on mostly hurried worrying. The pleated white silky cuffs of her undershirt swished about as she threw her hands from side to side doing a gayly little skip through the sandy paved pathway, inspiring terror in the people just wanting to make a living, hovering near their stocks and supplies with their eyes averted to the ground, thinking they were the next ones in line to be raided.

A group of followers shadowed her every movement, but always two steps behind - the bandits were welcomed, but never encouraged to actually follow her - but they did curb the few deluded souls that thought they could take her on, taking advantage of her presence by plundering anything that wasn't nailed down.

"Hey girl!" His jovial and hearty salesmanship was delivered from underneath a thick moustache above his lip. "Here." The hand stood out long from over his wooden stall with a white curtain drape, blocking her path for a moment. Wolf would have been annoyed, but meat on a stick was meat on a stick. "This is specially for you, Miss Wolf." She picked it up by the weak looking stem, nearly swinging it about as he let it go. Golden brown and thick, she watched juices drizzle, but thankfully never falling off and getting on her index and middle fingerless leather glove.

Her plush lips held the secret that she loved to reveal on unsuspecting targets, her teeth razor sharp, her smile belieing she was demented enough to file them down that way, but of course, they were just natural. Her serrated chompers tore through it easily, catching a snag before a rip down the middle of it, sending a juicy snap of it into her mouth. "Mmmmm..." Yet as she chewed through the gristle, he seemed nonplussed about her shark fangs, which raised a bit of a suspicion on her that she also just flat out ignored. Normally eating something from a bazaar filled with people that hated you would be a bad idea, but her body was capable of flushing out any poison thrown her way, which often had her hired for bodyguard positions of high ranking officials.

Maybe she'd eat his face if she felt sick later.

Yet what he had seasoned this particular bit of steak with wasn't something for the body - but for the mind.


While she'd never call it her home, her nap on the lush and unpaid for hotel bed didn't last long. Her ears flapped like wings as she got up again; an inner calling awakening her to return to the market, the outside light blinding her for a moment as she lifted the shroud blocking the doorway. She moved with the lumbering of an ashkin compared to her earlier jaunt, clomping along in her knee high leather boots with neatly tied laces and a two inch platform attached to a four inch wedged heel that made her 5'3 frame at least 5'5.

Wiping down pots and pans, he only half paid attention to his duties, knowing a certain somebody would be seeing him soon. In a turn, he nearly dropped both, seeing her standing at his stall. Getting a second visit from the Wolf on the same day was usually a bad sign, but with shoulders slumped and half-lidded, tired eyes, he knew his mixture had worked, his shock turning into a wry smile. He still had to be discrete about it, knowing her gang could be anywhere.

He gave her directions to a dark alcove between two homes/businesses, a space that neither owned.

"Strip." The man didn't so much as command her to do so - he never had that kind of personality, but the sheer power of his concoction had her completely under his command. Her beastial vertical slits had softened, now rounder, possibly even approaching something that could resemble heart shapes, staring with blank infatuation at the shop owner from earlier. Wolf tried to remind herself a man with a disgusting body as this was not worthy of her presence, let alone allowed to see herself in the nude; his strongfat belly and chest exposed by his vest.

Yet it felt like she had no choice - the coat landed stiff and upright into the rough sand along with puffy white undershirt, revealing her grey cashmere sweater with an intentionally cut midsection which showed off a set of three skinny belts that hooked to two suspenders of the same suede material, which both ran over her shoulders. The left suspender was attached to a chain that hung loose from a three ringed collar around her neck.

Before she could take off anymore, he threw up a hand. "Wait." Rattling the chain, he treated it like a leash, tugging her towards himself. With a pinch of her face, her soft and smooth face was fish lipped underneath his calloused and bulky looking sausage fingers.

"Guuuuuh-" She drooled before she was silenced with a nasty open mouthed kiss. Squishy probing noises escaped the inside of the cavity that he was swirling around, her small face nearly disappearing into his overly-enthused snogging.

He pushed down on her shoulders, and with a side glance to the only way out of the alley, he undid his pants, his heavy knob flying out towards her unimpressed and unchanging face. Nuzzling the tip of his sweaty dick against her face, he aimed for her lips, before he smeared it like a paintbrush against them. "No more bratty looks from you, eh?" He taunted with a bit more confidence than before, knowing she was completely under his spell, giving her a lashing with his firm noodle. Wolf leaned her nose into it, her eyes flickering shut with every fast landing of his mushroom.

"Get me up, and hurry." She had to use both hands, unable to fully wield his scimitar with just one; her black nails framed and almost out of place with how pale and soft they were. Despite not having a dark or even brown complexion, his dick stood out, looking tanner than the rest of his body. She peeled back his foreskin in slow jerks, the motion constant and untiring, and despite his paranoia of being caught, he wanted more from her than something he could do himself.

"You like meat huh girlie?" He pressed down on her chin, nearly gulping seeing that trapjaw on display. Tentatively he brought himself forward, and what would normally be a death defying move, he injected her mouth with his shlong. "Your tongue - use that tongue." He threw his head back at the feel of her little tongue attacking the underside of his dick - but resting on her tongue wasn't enough for him. He shunted himself forward, his landbridge of meat disappearing down her gullet, her nose pressed into his harsh and curly pubes.

Her listless eyes raised, her lashes wet. Wolf's cheeks puffed out, looking like a chipmunk with him fully pressed down her throat. "ERP-RRP-SLRP" The sound of choking gags were forced out of her, even in her inebriated state, the sides of her mouth salivating. "GRK-GLUK-GUK" She was brought down fully in a deep throat, her nose cinched as his tiny hairs tickled the insides of her nostrils. The humiliation staggered her internally. How could any woman willingly do this? These things were repulsive! Wolf wanted to reach up and push herself back and off him, but her hands felt like they were encased in stone at her sides.

He retrieved himself from her mouth while pulling her up again with just one arm. He reached underneath her sweater, palming her chest, stroking her saliva over himself as he did. He clawed into her tit's supple flesh at the first sensation of touch against her small areola and erect nipple, then nudged his head upwards with a tug on it's corner. Wolf first pulled down the straps and undid the chain, before crossing her arms then tossing it off. Her tits bounced out perky and pink, the kind of young girl's chest that he was never privy to, thinking of his long ago married off daughters and their nubile, taut bodies.

He forced down her high waisted black denim shorts. Sliding his middle finger over her slit, he covered it completely and loved the pristine hairless feel of it. He pushed against it, the feeling of fleshy velvet was too tight for him and almost pushed back before he went back to slipping it up and down between the lips. Even if she wasn't a virgin, she felt like one. He wondered if his cock would even get inside her, but knew she wouldn't complain.

Lifting her legs, he split her down the middle. The side of his thumb whapped against her pink clit, resulting in a wet and juicy smack, with flecks flying. "Oh yeah, you're ready." Guiding himself into her while holding her heavy thighs was difficult, but he finally managed. Pressed up against the wall, he humped, sending her upwards, which quickly sent her back down his pole, her breasts flopping. Despite her slim body, the awkward position sent some of her untoned tummy into a pair of rolls overlaying eachother. The position was compromising in more ways than one, as Wolf would have done anything to hide even this bit of bodyfat.

He already sounded out of breath after a few pumps, his moist breath exhaling on her face. With his lips and nose just a few inches away, she couldn't help but repeat 'BITE HIS FACE - BITE HIS FACE - BITE HIS FACE' over and over again - yet her external response still had that blank expression of subdued pleasure written all over it. Despite his stout and chubby look, he had a dick long enough to hit her womb quite easily, and did so repeatedly. He gave her one big final jab as he came early, but he wasn't close to being done. Whirling up his deposit in preparation for the second round, he got a reaction out of her. "Hahn... hahn... hahn..."

"Quiet. Don't moan." Strands of cum and her juices spun like webs, the long lines falling silently to the dirt floor as he continued to plumb her depths, despite a layer of sweat building on him, his movements more and more labored as he drove into her pussy, he was just as lustful as before. "We'll make beautiful babies together you and I." He said while laying kisses upon her forehead, sounding more and more like a monkey as he hammered into her faster and faster, his unstable yet vigorous movements sending their combined fluids in splashes near his pointed shoes.

"HURGH" He grunted out as he folded her up against the wall like she were the middle piece of an accordion. A horrible grimace crossed his face, while her tongue slipped out of her mouth, a quiet panting while he was cumming in her for the second time. With him fully impaled into her, they slid down gradually together and he made sure to stay connected the entire time, making sure every pore was pollinated. He set her down, ripping himself from her sweltering twat, a fresh dollop of his cream landing on the outside of the now reddened pussylips. Wolf nearly folded over like a weightless doll, her eyes open and not even blinking. He watched below, rubbing her soft belly, an early sense of anticipation of his future fatherhood. "Now I need you to forget who did this to you."

Forget.

Forget...

For.

Get.


Wolf shot up straight, stiff, her teeth flared and ready to bite something.

She was sore... but not in the usual way like she had gotten into a fight with someone far more powerful than her.

She realised something more than a struggle had taken place, with various bits of clothing everywhere.

Her hand traveled south towards the glisten between her thighs. She pressed her digit into herself, finding a squishy thickness she just didn't want to find. "Hahn!" She squeaked out, as flashes of the event replayed. Wolf had a photographic memory, and she tried to recall his visage - but the male face she kept trying to envision was always blank in her mind. With a throbbing forehead and a snarl on her face, attempting to recall what happened did more to annoy her than resolve the situation. "Errr! I'll get whoever did this to me!" Her threat rang false, as she struggled to get up, feeling woozy, her legs sending her to and fro before she finally settled in place.

She swiped off the sandy grains that stuck to the bottom of her flabby porcelain colored ass. Slipping her shorts back on, she winced at the feeling, as she could feel herself leak the oozing goo into her undergarment.

It had been two months since the incident, and despite flaying a few random men, it never seemed like she really got down to finding the real culprit behind the assault, and it became apparent quickly after a few bouts of morning sickness that she was running on borrowed time.

Her pace had slowed. Her steps were more timid. Her once commanding presence was now seemingly a thing of the past, feeling like a stranger in the place she used to own - her ragtag collection of minions nowhere to be found either as she walked with the resemblance of a limp, a hand on her hip. The town she had often terrorized now feeling like a ball and chain around her ankle, unable to leave even if she had wanted to, as she wasn't able to justify the risk to her or the thing growing inside her's safety. Wolf looked for handouts, but received none.

Except from one, as he called to her the same way he did before. He bowed to her underneath his tassel-less fez as he served her another stick of meat.

And as she stared into his crooked mouthed grin, it felt like she was in good hands for once in her life...