Population control
A cold wind blows through the halls of Yoyomania's castle, wall mounted candles flickering as air passes by. Moonlight shimmers through the windows intermittently as clouds pass by, illuminating the floor in sections as Yoro Yoyo marches her way to her bedroom. It's been a long day of entertaining dignitaries and the only thing on her mind is falling into bed. Her two bodyguards follow hot on her heels but remain outside her bedroom door as she bursts in, throwing her coat and hat onto a chair. With a heavy sigh, Yoro drops face first into her mattress, arms outstretched. The stress of the day melts away as she lies there, listening to the rain patter on the window. She never thought being supreme dictator of a country would be so difficult, but new problems keep arising every day. The peasants complain about not enough food, then they complain more when you imprison half of them so they can have more food! Ungrateful sods. Kicking off her boots, she sets them next to the bed and undresses, leaving only her black bra and panties on. Hopefully the next day will be easier, she thinks to herself, sprawling out on top of the sheets. Sleep comes surprisingly quickly, and Yoro snores softly as the storm rages on outside.
The smell of wet dog rouses Yoro awake, morning's sunlight beaming into her eyes. Her flat stomach feels sticky, like something was spilled and had dried on her skin, and strange prints track from the window to the side of the bed. First instinct screams to call for her guards, but the smell of the mysterious liquid painting her midriff invades her nostrils. It's so foreign but yet somehow familiar, the scent awakening something primal inside Yoro's unconscious psyche. Before she realizes it her hand falls between her legs, rubbing her soaked pussy frantically as she inhales the musk of whatever remains plastered on her skin. Finding a dried glob of the same substance on her sheet, Yoro rests her head next to it while her fingers plunge inside her slit. Bringing herself to a leg shaking orgasm in record time, Yoro lies intoxicated on her bed, unwilling to leave her stained sheets. Remembering her obligations, Yoro claws her way to the edge of the bed, finally pulling herself away from the aroma. Stumbling to the shower, she lets the water wash away any remaining scent off her body. Her hand wanders down reflexively as she stands under the streaming water, the smell lingering in her mind and once again her fingers work their way back inside as she falls to her knees.
"Miss Yoro? Are you okay? Do you need any help?" the guards outside hammer on the door as Yoro remains bent over in the tub. Wavering to her feet, Yoro grabs a towel and cracks the bathroom door.
"I-I'm okay! Just... I'm fine! I'll be out in a minute!" calling out, she dries herself off, reaching for her clothes. Straightening her uniform, Yoro rushes out the door, ready for another long day of peasant control. The time passes fairly quickly, her staff seems properly cowed as she makes the rounds through her estate, and there are only two instances of protests reported. Waving them off to be sent to the gulag, Yoro notices the same strange footprints from her bedroom imprinted in the dirt on the side of the road.
"Hey, Thing 2, what are those footprints?" she barks, folding her arms. Kneeling down, the guard inspects the tracks.
"I believe these are wolf prints, ma'am. Though they are fairly large, must be an alpha." he ponders, Yoro bites her lip anxiously, was it really a wolf that stained her midriff? And what was it that it left?...
"G-guard... do wolves have a mating season?" Yoro's knees buckle as she forces the question past her lips.
"Hmm... If I remember correctly, yes. We're right in the middle of it, I think. Best we give the trees a wide berth, they tend to get fairly aggressive."
Yoro's heart pounds in her chest, realizing what the dried substance must have been. Had she been mated with? Nothing seemed out of place, and her panties hadn't been disturbed, so it didn't seem likely. Most likely if a wolf had made its way in, it walked around and leaked everywhere before leaving. Yoro's legs tremble with excitement, her hands gripping her skirt as she tries to calm herself.
"D-don't you think we should hunt the wolves if they're becoming too numerous?" she gulps, more out of lust than fear.
"Ah, we might have to do some population control eventually. We can work it out later. Come on ma'am, we should be heading back."
Yoro makes her way inside, but her sleeve catches on a jagged section of metal protruding from the door frame, unknown to her. The moon sits high in the sky as the sun slowly falls beyond the horizon, a faint growling emanating from the dark tree line.
Yoro rushes into her bedroom, locking the door behind her to keep her body guards outside. Stripping off her uniform, she falls into the bed once more, basking in the familiar scent of dried wolf semen. Rolling around in the sheets, she lets the feeling overtake her again, a shuddered sigh escaping as her skin rubs against the stained bed spread. Night falls relatively quickly, Yoro's mind lost in the musk on her sheets. A scratching sound on the window makes her freeze in place, the frame creaking open as a figure steps inside. Staring from the bed, Yoro watches as a large wolf crawls through, then stands on two bipedal legs, clawed hands in place of front paws. It focuses immediately on Yoro's trembling form, stalking forward as it sniffs the air inquisitively. Yoro crawls backwards until she hits the frame of the bed, the wolf continuing forward until it towers over her. Giving her a powerful whiff, the werewolf's tongue lolls from its mouth, unwrapping her from the sheets and running its tongue across her skin. Yoro whimpers as she tries to slink away, but she gets pulled back into place, a pointed red tip emerging from the werewolf's crotch.
"No... you left all this on me the other night?..." Yoro whispers, her mouth drying up. The werewolf simply rips her panties off, burying its snout between her thighs as it breathes in the scent of its own seed along with her own excitement. Holding her by the ankle, its long tongue laps at her slit, coaxing out a reluctant moan from Yoro. The more it licks, the more excited it becomes, the red member between its legs extending until it hangs down, dripping pre and throbbing. Yoro tries to pull herself free but every movement of its tongue saps her strength until she's left limp and shivering in its grip. Satisfied, the wolf man manhandles her into position, bringing her to her hands and knees at the edge of the bed, its claws wrapped tight around her waist. Yoro tries desperately once more to get away, but a quick swipe of its claws across her back prevents her escape. The tip of its canine cock prods against the opening of Yoro's cunt, gaining purchase before forcing itself in. Yoro cries out as the beast stretches her open, breaking past her hymen and filling her completely. Its tapered tip pokes against the entrance of her womb, forcing another pained exclamation from Yoro as the wolf hunches over her frame, its hips jackhammering its swelling cock into her. Pounding her fist into the bed, Yoro tries to claw herself away but to no avail, the beast mindlessly humping away at her.
Yoro's lower body turns numb as the monster's cock stretches and molds her insides, much thicker than her fingers or anything she might have used in place of a toy. She hadn't gotten a very good look before it got forced inside her, but she could swear it was thicker than her forearm. As the pace increases, she can feel something forming at the base of its cock, swelling and stretching her wider than she could have ever thought possible. Feeling it bury its cock completely, Yoro groans as the swelling around its base increases, locking it in place. Looking down, she sees a bulge in her abdomen, the imprint of its cock poking through her skin. Placing a hand over it, Yoro feels a bit nauseous as she realizes just how large the bestial cock filling her insides is. Claws drag across Yoro's skin, drawing light trails of blood as the werewolf grunts, its cock twitching while filling Yoro's womb with seed. The knot prevents its white gift from escaping and its teeth sink into the nape of her neck as it breeds her completely.
Held still as the wolf's seed takes inside her belly, Yoro tries to think about anything other than the immense pressure between her legs. The beast's swollen knot gradually deflates and its cock slips out of her abused hole followed by a river of white. Weakened from the ordeal, Yoro collapses onto the bed, feeling the beast's cum drip out onto the sheets and pooling against her thighs. Seemingly unsatisfied, the werewolf pulls her off the bed and onto her knees, its dripping red cock bobbing in front of her face. Still in a haze, Yoro parts her lips and traces her tongue against its twitching member, collecting all the excess cum on her tongue and swallowing absently. The beast's drippings reignite a heat inside Yoro, and soon she's trying her best to force the whole length into her small mouth. Wrapping her hands around the base, she strokes its animal cock, lips wrapped around the tip and sucking desperately. Precum flows liberally from the wolf's cock, pouring down Yoro's throat as she loses herself in the moment.
Jumping back to full mast, the werewolf's cock grows in Yoro's mouth, the tip jamming against the back of her throat as it thrusts. Tugging at the base, Yoro feels the knot swell slightly in her hands and squeezes it gently, receiving a thin spurt of cum as a reward. The werewolf grips her head with one clawed hand, holding her in place as it fucks her mouth with shallow thrusts before dumping a second load of its seed into Yoro's belly. Swallowing eagerly, Yoro looks up at the werewolf, dizzy and cum drunk, taking as much as she can until she starts to burp it up. Sinking down, she watches white liquid fall from her lips onto the floor, the wolf still splattering her torso and hair with its thick seed. Internally broken, the supreme dictator of Yoyomania succumbs to her instincts, worshipping the werewolf's crimson length back to life and laying back on the bed, presenting herself and submitting completely. Gripping her by the throat, the beast thrusts back in, breeding her once more.
Several hours later, Yoro is hoisted up onto the werewolf's shoulder, dripping and trailing cum onto the floor from both ends as it carries her to the window, jumping off into the night with her in tow. At first the native Yoyomanians quietly celebrate the loss of their dear leader, but soon another threat drives them back into perpetual fear. Rumors of a group of large man sized wolves picking off people one by one spreads throughout the populace, and every few months it seems their numbers grow. Anyone traveling in the woods can sometimes make out a mixture of howls and the sound of a girl moaning echoing through the trees. Eventually the local population is all but entirely devastated, and a society of wolf hybrids replaces them, with a short gray haired girl taking up residence in the castle as their leader...
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