Shapeshifting: A Curse or An Aphrodisiac? [WARNING: CNC, blood and biting, fear play, primal play, begging, very yummy chase and capture moments, Alpha/Omega dynamics, breeding, roughness, degradation, group play (kinda?), is this a dangerous size difference, or a challenge? Let's find out.]

(Oh, how the werewolf allegations will haunt me even more after this.)

(This is what it says on the box, so if you read the tags and thought, "hey, that's fucked up, I don't like it," please don't read this. It will be long, and there will be depictions of fuckery that include but are not limited to: begging to stop that gets ignored, our Alpha disregarding their Omega's words based on the unintentional reactions of their body, mocking their responses to pain, a mating mark that overrides the Omegas resistance, so it's reluctant to willing. I've tagged all I can think to tag, but please, be responsible if you think these themes will be triggering to you, and don't read it.)

(Alpha has a cock and a knot, body not described other than being bigger and heavier than their prey. Omega described with a hole/cunt that can get slick, a clit, and tits, is called little mouse, omega, good girl, sweet thing, pretty thing, bitch, slut, Luna, baby.)

It's been hours since you first released me in the forest, your pack spreading out and disappearing into the trees as I stumbled back from you, my eyes wide, heart thumping hard and fast in my chest as you flash me a grin that was more a baring of teeth, growling out a single word that had a chill rocking down my spine.

"Run."

You didn't need to tell me twice, turning and sprinting into the trees, pushing myself to run faster as I hear you start counting.

Seeing their eyes glowing in the dark, hearing the heavy thud of their paws as they chase me down, the howls and snarls filling the air, that's all the encouragement I need to keep moving.

You enjoy playing with your food, the scent coming off of your prey is what keeps you going, tracking me through the woods, your eyes and ears were everywhere, letting you know exactly where I was. You may not always be able to see me, but they can.

The wolves work as a unit, herding me right where they want me, despite how desperately I try to avoid them, stumbling to a stop when I see dark shapes darting through the trees, turning to run in the opposite directions before getting cut off again, the pack snapping and snarling at me when I go too far in the wrong direction.

I keep looking around, desperately glancing over my shoulder as I run, trying to figure out where my pursuers are coming from, how to avoid them, where to go, but its futile. There are too many of them, they are stronger, faster, more at home in the woods than I could ever be.

And even if, by some miracle, I could outrun them, their Alpha wouldn't let me go so easily. You would find me, and drag me right back where I belong. And if wouldn't be long before you found me

They want me disoriented and helpless, running myself around in circles, limbs shaking with exhaustion as I try to keep going, body coated in sweat, lungs burning, muscles aching as I try to push myself just a little further.

And once the pack has done their job, once they've worn me down and tired me out, they let the Alpha go in for the kill.

You finally tackle me to the ground, rolling to take the impact before pinning me down, right there in the middle of your forest, claws tearing at my clothes, gouging deep marks into the ground beside me as you let out a warning snarl when I keep struggling beneath you, I keep trying to get away.

"No, please let me go, let go, you're hurting me, please! Stop it, stop please!" My begging and pleading is ignored, my struggles subdued easily, but I still keep fighting, even if I end up bruised and broken afterward.

You're too heavy on top of me, your claws tangled in my hair, yanking my head back so you can bury your snout in my throat, sniffing along the length of my throat before licking over the sensitive patch of skin where I should bear your mark, dragging too sharp fangs over that vulnerable spot tauntingly, chuckling as you feel me tremble beneath you when you give me a sharp nip.

"Come on, little mouse, present for me like a good omega." The snarling command has me whimpering out a weak, "No," trying to claw my way out; and you let me.

You watch in amusement as I try to drag myself out from underneath you, limbs trembling, bare body streaked with dirt and sweat, hair tangled from your rough fingers, scraps of cloth clinging to a few parts of me. I'm pinned down beneath your bulk without much effort on your part, you aren't even trying.

You don't let me get too far before dragging me back where I belong, forcing my hips up, pushing on my back until I'm bent over in front of you, manhandling my body into position even as I beg you to stop, to let me go.

"There you go, good girl, just like that. Always have to make it so fucking difficult, don't you?" Your hands grip my hips possessively, sliding one of them down between my legs to where I'm dripping so much there is slick all over my thighs, sinking your fingers into me with a pleased snarl.

"No, no please, please!" I try to wriggle away, but your hand winds in my hair, yanking hard before pinning me in place like that, you're generous enough to turn my face to the side so I can breathe, your knees nudging my own further apart, fingers burying deeper.

"Its hard to believe those crocodile tears when you take me so well, look at how wet you're getting for me, sweet thing." You croon, chuckling as I cry and squirm beneath you, my body betraying my mind and I open up beneath you.

One finger becomes two, becomes three, the slick noises of you stretching me out is easy to hear. "Look at our little Luna, putting on such a good show for her pack, taking it so well. Such a good girl for your Alpha."

I can try to pretend that I don't want this, protest as much as I can, but you can scent the need coming off of me in waves, and so can your wolves. They can all practically taste my excitement on the air, the obvious evidence of how much your little omega loved being hunted down dripping around your fingers as you get me ready to take you, clenching and throbbing desperately, despite how much I am crying.

Once I'm dripping and warm, taking your fingers with ease, you pull out, grinding your cock into my waiting heat, my slick coating the thick shaft, easing yourself through my folds. "Relax, pretty thing, don't make this any harder for yourself than it needs to be. I'll enjoy it plenty, but you won't if you stay this tense."

But I struggle, and whine, and cry, pleading with you to stop, whimpering when your grip goes mean in my hair, on my hips, claws digging in hard enough that it breaks the skin, leaving ragged claw marks behind. "I will hurt you if you don't keep still, now be a good bitch and take it."

"No, please don't touch me, stop it, stop please, please don't do this." I'm letting out pathetic hiccups and choked sobs, my body trembling as I try to resist you, my hands scrabbling at the dirt for something, anything, but you keep me pinned in place, your hand moving away from my hip to grip your cock, pushing it through my folds with a pleased growl.

You're big enough to hurt me, big enough to split me open at the seams, and it has my prey parts fluttering with excitement, has me dripping even more as you nudge the blunt head of your cock against my entrance. "So fucking tight, look at this snug little cunt, so ready to be pumped full of my pups, aren't you, omega?"

Before I can beg you to stop, or say much of anything in response, you're filling me as far as you can go in one thrust, tearing a ragged scream from my lips. And then, you just keep going.

My body shudders beneath you, bouncing with each brutal thrust you give me, barely even taking the time to let me adjust before you're forcing every inch inside me, pulling me back by my hips, stretching me out so far I choke on my spit, sobbing hard into the dirt.

"It hurts, it hurts, please, please, please stop~" My voice is already rough from my screaming and crying, hiccuping loudly as you just keep going, absolutely railing your prey into the dirt, so ravenous that you can barely hold yourself back.

All you can think of is getting knot deep in your pretty omega, filling up my needy holes, sinking fangs into my soft, yielding flesh so you can leave a mark for all to see, showing that you've claimed your mate, as well as an additional, internal mark, special for your prey, wanting to fill me up with your love.

Your pack is watching with greedy eyes, drool dripping from their maws, whimpering and snarling as they scent me, wishing they could get a taste of the little omega, wishing they could be the one drilling me into the ground, making me scream and cry from pleasure.

You drag me upright, hand tight on my jaw, forcing me to look at your pack, watch as some of them touch themselves, as they get themselves off watching you claim me. "Look at them, omega, look at what you do to our pack."

Their eyes are locked on my bouncing tits, my dripping prey parts, the bulge of your cock visible in my belly, body on display for them in its entirety, the wolves surrounding us watching the tears rolling down my cheeks, the wetness dripping down my thighs, with greed and rapt attention.

You hum consideringly, "Maybe I should give them all a turn with your slutty little holes once I break you in, do you think you would take your pack mates this well, omega? Think you can handle all of them? They certainly deserve it after chasing tail through this forest for hours. You really put them through their paces, little mouse."

My sobbing worsens at that, trying to plead with you, beg you not to let them touch me, but your grip on my jaw makes speaking difficult, and you simply take my garbled protests as encouragement, your pack growling and snarling at the thought of getting a piece of me, and that alone has me absolutely terrified.

"They know that their Alpha has a good little omega bitch to fuck and use as I please, and they all want their turn with you, pretty thing. It would be cruel to deny them." You snarl in my ear, sliding your hand from my jaw down to my tits, cupping and squeezing the soft flesh, tugging at my nipples hard enough to have me clench around you, a broken moan tumbling from my lips.

You let out a false gasp of surprise, your movements barely slowing for a moment as you nuzzle into my throat, squeezing my tits again just to feel me flutter. "You little slut, you're getting off on this, aren't you?"

"No, no please stop, please it hurts, hurts please~" I shake my head, struggling in your arms, but you are having none of that. You pin both of my arms behind my back, easily trapping them in one of your large hands while the other moves down my body, petting over my swollen clit teasingly, claws scraping over the sensitive bundle with enough pressure that my body tenses, clenching and fluttering around you.

"If it hurts so much, why are you dripping for me, omega?" You whisper in my ear, starting to trace firm circles over my clit, hissing as that makes me clench harder around you. "Look at you, tightening around my dick like this, dragging me deeper, practically begging for my knot. It seems to me like you're enjoying this, little mouse."

I shake my head, crying too hard for words, but despite my protests, I feel that overwhelming heat building low in my belly, trying with all my might to fight against it, to smother the pleasure building in my body. But I'm helpless to resist you, my body melting into your touch, instincts screaming at me to obey, to submit to the Alpha pounding into my slick hole.

You keep nuzzling into my neck, teasing me with the promise of fangs, the threat of a bite, so fucking eager to mark me, claim me, breed me until I swell with your heirs. "Come on, pretty thing, give it to me, I know you want to." You purr against me, somehow fucking me harder still.

"Please stop, let me go, please please please," I somehow muster up some words, even when they are broken up by your ruthless thrusts, and you ignore me, it had as much relevance as the wind rustling through the leaves, at this point, much like a broken record you allowed to become background noise.

I can feel my pleasure building despite my best efforts to resist it, and it seems you can too, pressing a soft kiss to my throat before biting down hard enough that I shriek, my body seizing around you with an orgasm. Your fangs sink deep into my neck, soothing over the trapped flesh with your tongue, sucking hard enough that it makes me scream, growling as my blood fills your maw.

"Fuck, Alpha~!" I moan, the pleasure dragged out by the high of a mating mark, my body going wild in your arms as one orgasm bleeds into the next, into the next, broken noises tumbling from my lips as I soak your cock, struggling and shaking in your embrace as I'm unable to stop the pleasure.

You pound up into my cunt, not lasting more than a few brutal thrusts before I feel your knot push into me, the feel of it swelling and locking us together triggering yet another orgasm, screaming your name as my throbbing walls milk you of your load, taking your seed deep into my body, broken whines and moans falling from my lips.

You hold me close, letting go of the hold you had on my arms, pulling back from your place on my neck, blood dripping from your fangs as you nuzzle against me, pressing soothing kisses over the glaring mark you left behind, licking it clean carefully.

"That's it omega, that's it, you're okay, your Alpha's got you, I'm here baby." You pull me closer to your chest, cradling me in your arms as you keep pressing gentle kisses to every part of me you could reach, along my neck and the side of my face, rubbing your jaw against my own to scent mark me, the gesture settling my trembling body down.

And just as quickly as that tenderness came, it was gone.

Once your knot deflates, you pull away from me, leaving me dripping your seed, my body sticky with our release, shivering and broken as I collapse on the ground.

You pull my folds apart just a little, just to see your seed leak out of me, catching it with your thumb before pushing it back into me, making me moan and clench around the digit.

Then, you get to your feet before saying, "Get up, and actually make the chase worth it this time around, little mouse. We'll give you a ten second head start."

I can practically hear the sadistic grin in your voice as you say, "Who knows, maybe one of our pack mates will get to your first, give you a taste of what pack life will look like for you, little Luna."

You've broken your new omega in, now the pack can really have their fun.