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			     The She-Wolf

	      by "Throat Wolf" <throat_wolf@hotmail.com>


Astra lay naked in the deserted meadow, lustrous blonde hair spread
out on the ground behind her like a golden haze. She'd been for a swim
in the nearby lake, then combed her hair out as it dried. Now her
clothes lay neatly piled nearby for when she wished to put them back
on. She knew she was safe from prying eyes here, for the only others
besides her who would come to this place were the creatures of the
forest, and they were her friends.

One in particular was a special friend to Astra . . . her she-wolf.
Well, she called it "hers" because it always came to her whenever she
came out here. She remembered the first time she'd seen it . . . she'd
been sitting by the lake, idly tossing pebbles into it, and then she'd
looked up to see the lean, grey reflection in the water. Lifting her
gaze from the water to the shore beside her, her eyes met those of the
she-wolf as it leaned down to lap at the water.

At first, Astra had been frightened, for everyone knows that a wolf is
a wild creature, as prone to attack you as it is to run away--or so
the villagers had said. They were also afraid of this place because of
the Wolfen--some sort of mystical shapechanging monster that
supposedly ate people. Astra dismissed the legends as the creations of
some drunk old farmer who'd seen a wolf come onto his field one night
in the light of the full moon. The moon was tricky, after all--its
light cast odd shadows. Perhaps the farmer only thought he saw the
wolf change shape.

But to her surprise, the wolf had been friendly. It had come over,
sniffed at her hand, and then licked it. Astra had smiled, and lifted
her hand to the wolf's neck experimentally. Without so much of a
growl, it let her pet it. And so they had become friends.

The she-wolf came around every time Astra was there, from then on.
She'd petted it, played with it, even talked to it. It did her good to
have someone to talk to, she felt; life as a peasant girl in the
village wasn't easy at the best of times. Even if the wolf couldn't
talk back, Astra had the strangest feeling that it understood what she
was saying.

Then, one day, she'd stripped naked and gone swimming. The she-wolf
had joined her, dogpaddling gamely along until she'd had her fill.
After she'd come out of the water and sat on the beach combing her
hair, she was slightly startled when the she-wolf had come up to her
and nuzzled her private region with its cold, wet nose. But it was
really nothing unusual, Astra had reflected after a moment's thought.
That was how canines and lupines got acquainted, after all, through
smelling each other's nether regions. Astra had chuckled, wondering if
she should reciprocate.

Then the she-wolf had begun to lick her. Astra had momentarily ceased
combing her hair, intending to chasten the she-wolf, but then she'd
realized that it felt good. There was no reason to stop something that
felt good, was there? Besides, it wasn't as if it were one of the
boorish men of the village, most of whose only interest in her was to
shove their thing into hers for just long enough to get some relief,
and then lose all interest in her. It was nice to feel good just for
herself for a change . . .

Lost in her recollections, Astra didn't hear the she-wolf's approach
at first. Then she heard the pitpat of its running feet, and looked
up. There it was, standing at the edge of the clearing. "Hello, girl!"
Astra called out. It barked a reply, and bounded over to her. "Hi
there . . . and how are you doing today?" Astra asked it. It barked
again, and panted, then lay down beside her.

Astra smiled. "Well, it's good to see you, too." She lay back on the
ground. "It's good to be here, to get away from that village . . .
sometimes I wish I could leave and never come back." The wolf yawned,
and licked her leg. Astra smiled, and stroked the she-wolf. She closed
her eyes, and let the wolf continue. It liked to lick her all over, as
though it were giving a puppy a bath. Astra wasn't sure why, but she
didn't mind. It was a way for the she-wolf to express its affection
for her, and it felt kind of nice in a way. Astra relaxed and dozed,
her dreams expressing her fantasies as the wolf's rough tongue swiped
over her body.

She was a princess, lying on a regal bed, with a maid delicately
scrubbing at her legs with a washcloth . . . the cloth moved up her
legs, toward her private area . . .  She moaned slightly. It was no
longer a maid, but a lover, pausing at her crotch before moving up to
her chest to kiss her breasts, which filled out under the rough, warm
tongue, becoming firm. The tongue paused at her neck, swiping her a
couple of times across the face before moving back down to her legs
again.

Then she felt a slightly different sensation around her feet, as if
they were both being licked at the same time. She was too sleepy to
take much notice of this, really; her thoughts were back on the bed,
lying there with her lover. She reached down to one of her breasts,
massaged it gently and pretended it was his touch. The warmth moved up
from her feet to her lower legs, her calves. She reached down to her
crotch, touched herself there, increasing the pleasure that the
she-wolf had begun.

The warmth reached up to her thighs now, enveloped her legs in a
sheath of moist warmth that felt halfway between a warm bath and being
in bed. In her fantasy, she was pulling the covers up to her waist,
over herself and her lover.

Then the warmth slid past her waist, and she felt it all around her .
. . her hands slid into it as well, as they were still down at her
crotch. The warmth tightened around her legs, and tightened
momentarily again as it moved further up her. She felt some kind of
throbbing against her bare skin, and it felt a little warmer. She
moaned gently . . . her lover was holding her so close that she could
feel his body heat against her.

As her lower chest now felt the warmth, Astra mmmmed and moaned. This
felt good. It moved up to her breasts. The tightness around her legs
moved upward, too, and increased a couple of times, squeezing her
tightly, then releasing. The regular throbbing grew more intense. She
reached up to touch her breasts, massaged them, felt them peak. She
arched her back. Then her hand brushed against something warm and
damp. It wasn't just a fantasy. But then . . . what was it?

Astra opened her eyes, and then her eyes widened. The first thing she
noticed was the the she-wolf seemed to have grown a great deal, now
standing perhaps eight feet tall at the shoulders. The next thing she
noticed was that she was up to her shoulders in its mouth. Its eyes
met hers, and one of them winked.

"No!" Astra gasped. "NOOOO!!!" she screamed, suddenly realizing the
truth of all those legends. The Wolfen did exist, they did eat people,
and one was eating her! She tried to struggle, but her legs were
gripped tightly inside the she-Wolfen's throat muscles. The she-Wolfen
swallowed again, and Astra's head was pulled into its mouth. "Why are
you doing this to me?! I thought you were my friend!"

The she-Wolfen didn't respond, swallowing again and lowering its jaw,
blocking out the sunlight. It tilted up its head, and Astra's panic
grew as she slid forward, down, down into its throat. As the tight
muscles gripped her lower chest, then her upper chest, Astra's last
realization was that the throbbing she felt was the she-Wolfen's
heartbeat conducted through the tissues of its throat.

The she-Wolfen licked her lips, and curled up to sleep, feeling
Astra's struggles and muffled screams gradually growing fainter inside
of her. It had been a satisfying meal.


PART TWO

Michael flopped onto the soft bed of reeds, totally exhausted. Sweat
still beaded his arms from the hard work he had done that day. It was
the height of fall, the harvest time when all the people of the small
village were obligated to work to gather the crops that they grew on
the small piece of land assigned them by their lord. And it had been
one of those days.

Even little Cassandra had been forced to work hard. It was especially
difficult for her, Michael knew, since her older sister Astra had
disappeared months before. But Astra had had it coming, wandering off
into the wilderness by herself, as was her wont. It had only been a
matter of time before the Wolfen had gotten her.

Michael propped himself up on one elbow, listening. In her bed across
their tiny one-room hovel, he heard Cassandra sniffling to herself.
She tried to be quiet and keep it all inside, but every so often,
Michael heard her crying in the night. He wished he could do something
to reassure her, but the truth was, he had been feeling the same way.

Astra had been no kin to him, but they were very close all the same.
Astra had never cared much for the other men of the village, but he
had been very special to her, and she to him. When he thought about
all the good times they'd had together, it almost made him want to cry
himself. But life went on. Or at least it did for Michael and
Cassandra. As for Astra . . . better to try not to think about her.
Try not to think about her. Try not to think . . .


Michael awoke sometime in the night to a soft sound. The sound of
someone's foot pressing down gently against the scattered reeds that
served as a kind of carpeting on the floor.

Michael sat up, looked around. There was a figure standing there,
silhouetted against the moonlight that streamed in through the open
door of the hut. A female figure, with full, long, blonde hair.

Michael sat up, and with shaking fingers lit a candle. "Who--" he
breathed (not wanting to wake Cassandra). And then the candle's
flickering light cast its illumination upon the female stranger, and
Michael nearly dropped it. "A-A-Astra?" he gasped.

There she stood in the flickering candlelight, the spitting image of
how she'd looked that day long ago, the last time he'd ever seen her.
Her blonde hair was long, thick, and full, streaming down behind her
back to hang low against the ankles of her bare feet. The candlelight
made her soft blue eyes glisten, and her pale skin seem even paler.
The long peasant dress she wore did little to hide the attractive
contours nature had seen fit to give her. Michael was struck
speechless by the spectre of her awesome beauty.

"I've missed you," Astra said softly. Then no more words were
necessary as they found each other and embraced.

When they parted moments or hours later, Michael managed to say,
"But--where have you been all this time?"

Astra looked down. "I'm sorry I've been away," she said. "I
was--unable to come any sooner. But--I've been thinking about you."

"Was there no way you could have sent word?" Michael asked. "I've been
all right, but Cassandra has been heartbroken . . . crying almost
every night."

Astra looked over at Cassandra. "The poor girl. She has been much on
my mind as well." She looked back at Michael. "How have you been? Have
you been working hard at the harvest?"

Michael nodded. "It's exhausting work, but it was good . . . it helped
me keep from thin king about you. But now that you're back, that's all
over."

Astra nodded. "That's right. I've returned to make sure that we never
have to part again."

Astra let the dress slip from her shoulders, fully exposing her lithe,
handsome body. No further words were necessary as the two lovers found
each other. Michael's hands gently caressed Astra's breasts, then
moved down along her sides as their lips met. They lay down softly on
Michael's bed, and their two bodies cleaved together, for a short
time, into one.

Astra moaned, softly but intensely, as Michael did those things to her
that had always turned her on. Slowly, as if relearning forgotten
tricks, Michael brought her all the way to the height of her passion.
Afterward, they lay side by side on the narrow bed, enjoying each
other's warmth and closeness.

At last, a few minutes later, Astra stood up. "What is it?" Michael
asked, sitting up.

"I have something I want to show you," Astra said. "Please don't be
afraid of what you're about to see."

"Why would I be a . . . fraid . . . ?" Michael trailed off, and his
jaw slowly slid downward in shock as the silhouette Astra made against
the moonlit door began to change. It was growing, somehow, expanding
until it seemed to take up the entire hut. When the changes stopped, a
human no longer stood before him. Instead, it was a sort of a hybrid
shape, somewhere between a wolf and a woman.

 From the waist up, Astra's body was almost as it had been. It was
still humanoid, and the same familiar contours were present there.
However, it was covered with a layer of greyish fur, and the head was
no longer human but lupine--the head of a wolf, with only a slight
shortness of feature to suggest that it had once been that of a normal
woman. Below her waist was the body of a gigantic wolf, at least eight
feet in length and probably more--and that measurement did not even
include the bushy grey tail attached at the rear.

"You're--you're--Wolfen!" Michael gasped. His half-whisper sounded
incredibly loud in his ears, and his heartbeat was almost deafening.
He was frozen in place by his fear, and a fine cold sweat now covered
his entire body. There was a Wolfen inside his hut, one of those same
creatures who were rumored to eat those unwary who wandered too far
into their woods, and who had been thought resonsible for Astra's
disappearance in the first place!

"Be at ease," Astra purred, her voice sounding deeper from this larger
body. "I'm not here to kill you, or to harm you in any way." Something
in her tone, in her eyes, caused Michael to relax. "I'm still the same
Astra whom you love, and who loves you. I'm only . . . better now."

"H-h-how?" Michael stammered. "How did you . . . "

"I'll show you." Astra smiled wolfishly at him, and moved over to the
small cot where Cassandra rested. Gently, she reached under the small
girl and cradled her in her arms. "Cassandra," she murmured, "it's
Astra. I'm back now."

"Mmmm," Cassandra mumbled in her sleep, "A . . . stra?"

"Yes, Cassy. Everything's going to be all right now." Astra rocked
Cassandra gently in her arms.

"Everything . . . all right . . . " Astra held her sister close
against her chest, her back turned on Michael. She bent her head down
against her chest, and Michael couldn't see what she was doing, and
was still too frightened to move a muscle from where he sat.

Cassandra was dreaming that Astra had returned, as she often had
dreamed ever since Astra had disappeared. She knew deep down that soon
she would wake up and be alone again, but instead of fighting it she
gave in to it, going with the warm, comfortable feeling of being
loved. Warm, warm . . . it now it felt soft and warm all around her.
Cassandra's sleep-becalmed mind never wondered how this came to be . .
. it just accepted it and drifted away.

Astra tilted her head back, straight up, and Michael could see groups
of muscles in her throat working, and a lump beginning to move down
her throat. She turned back to face Michael . . . and her arms were
empty.

"Wh--where's Cassandra? What have you done with her?" Michael asked,
though deep inside, he already knew."

"She's safe," Astra said. "The safest place she could ever be, now.
She's inside of me." She ran a hand along the side of her chest
meaningfully.

"Inside . . . " Michael watched the lump slide down through Astra's
human torso, passing the junction into her larger lupine form. "You .
. . ate her?" Michael was shaking now, but he still could not move an
inch.

"Yes, but don't worry," Astra purred. "This was also done to me, and
here I am now." She began to move closer to him.

"B-b-but--" Michael's jaws worked but no words came out.

"It's all right," Astra said, running a furry, clawed hand gently
along the side of Michael's chest. "She'll come to no harm. Nor will
you."

"Y-y-you're going to . . . eat . . . me?" Michael gasped.

Astra carefully lowered herself to the floor, tucking her wolf body's
forepaws under her body, so that her head was about even with
Michael's, just a little higher. "Don't be afraid of me. No harm will
come to you."

"I . . . think I'd rather not . . . " Michael started to get up, but
was stopped by Astra's hands on his shoulders.

"I can't just let you leave," Astra said. "Not after all that I went
through to come back for you." She moved her arms down to under
Michael's arms, embraced him. "Come here, you . . . " she purred.

Michael found himself pillowed between Astra's breasts which had
increased in size along with the rest of her. It wasn't the worst
position in which to find himself--it was actually rather comfortable.

The cozy warmth of her busom was nicely accentuated by the shaggy grey
fur which covered it. "Mmmmm," she purred, her breasts hardening
slightly.

Astra looked down at Michael, pointed her huge muzzle down so that it
was only inches away from his face. "Kiss me . . . " she murmured,
brushing her lips against his. Michael had little choice but to obey,
and an electric thrill went through him as the tip of her tongue
pushed its way into his mouth for just a moment. It felt . . . tasted
. . . good. He closed his eyes and leaned into the kiss, enjoying the
sensation.

When they broke off, Astra smiled down at him, and he felt that
something had . . . changed. Everything was slightly fuzzy, except for
. . . her mouth. It was the only thing that seemed to be in focus, and
there was something about it . . . it opened up, wider, so that he
could see inside. It seemed to be larger on the inside than on the
outside. How could this be? Magic? Michael found he didn't care. Her
soft, pink tongue seemed large enough to be a mattress in itself. It
looked so . . . inviting, somehow. He just wanted to climb inside.

"Can I . . . come in?" he asked.

"Please do," Astra said. "You know it's nice and warm inside . . . "
She formed a stirrup with her hands for him to pull himself up with.
Once Michael was level with her mouth, he pulled himself inside by
gripping both front lower fangs, and then braced his feet against
those fangs to push himself the rest of the way in. At last, he was
lying full-length against her tongue, and her mouth slowly closed over
him.

"Mmmmmm, yummy." Astra's tongue slid back and forth over Michael's
prone body, pressing him against the roof of her mouth and from side
to side. It was soft and warm against him where it touched him, and
where it pushed gently against his nether region, Michael could feel
himself getting hard.

"Now . . . doesn't that feel nice?" Astra thought to Michael.

"Mmmm, yes . . . YES . . . " Michael murmured, thrusting against the
soft warmth. It seemed to press harder and harder against him. Despite
his earlier dalliance with Astra, he could feel himself being brought
close to climax once more . "Ooooh, I never knew it could be like
this."

"Come on, love . . . " Astra moved her tongue back and forth a little.
"Let me taste it . . . "

Michael's moans grew louder. He could feel the forces building up
inside of him, until he could hold back no longer. He climaxed,
thrusting against her tongue until the last drops of semen had forced
their way out.

"Mmmm, that was good. But I think I want more . . . " Astra gradually
tipped her head back, so that Michael began to slide back over her
tongue.

"Ungggh . . . " he moaned, rubbing against the rough surface. "What
are you doing . . . ?"

"Nothing for you to be concerned about, lover . . . just relax and
enjoy it," Astra suggested. Michael closed his eyes and savored the
feeling of moist warmth that was all around him. He knew that
something wasn't right, but he couldn't quite understand what it was
so he didn't dwell on it.

Michael gradually slid back, into Astra's throat. As she swallowed,
the muscles in her esophagus clamped down on him, squeezing him as
they pulled him deeper. It was almost like a full body massage.  "Mmmm
. . . "

"It was kind of like this for me . . . " Astra imparted to him
mentally. "I was lying there, half-asleep, and before I knew it, I was
up to my neck in she-wolfen. And then there was nowhere to go but
down." Michael's legs slid over her tongue, then into her throat. Now
Michael was completely inside it, gripped by the strong musculature
that directed all food toward her stomach.

"But it was the best thing that ever happened to me." After long
moments, the grip around him eased, and he found himself in a space
that was still warm and tight, yet also . . . damp. More than damp,
actually, quite wet. And there was another form in there with him,
too.

"Ca--Cassandra?" Michael murmured, his voice sounding quite loud in
the enclosed space. She didn't move, or seem to hear him.

Suddenly the warm glow that had suffused Michael's consciousness
faded. He realized exactly where he was and what was happening to him.

"N-no . . . " he gasped. "It can't be . . . " Michael pushed against
the flesh all around him, his hands sliding on the slick surface.
"Astra? Let me out!" he cried. "Please! Please! I'll do anything--I
don't want to die . . . " His struggles grew fainter and fainter as
his voice grew weaker.

"Be at peace," Astra said, her voice coming from all around him. "You
won't be harmed . . . you'll simply become a part of me for a while. A
very precious part, indeed."

Michael's body relaxed completely as the muscles all around him began
to contract. As much as he tried to fight it, there was nothing he
could do. His consciousness began to drift away, despite his best
efforts.

"What--how--" he tried to say, as the warmth built up. But then even
his jaw relaxed, and he could no longer speak. He felt a strange
prickling sensation all over his body, and then his awareness finally
disappeared.


Astra ran a hand along the contours of her expanded chest, purring in
delight as the fullness of her stomach produced a pleasant feeling of
well-being. The nutrients from Michael's and Cassandra's bodies were
beginning to flow into her bloodstream, which was good. They would
fortify her body, enable it to do what was necessary later on.

Another pleasant feeling was the presence of Michael and Cassandra's
minds, held unconscious within her own. It was good to be able to have
loved ones so close, and especially so to be able to provide them with
the same chance for a new life that had been given to her.

"I'm going to be so much more to you," Astra murmured to herself.
"I'll be a mother to you as well as your big sister, Cassandra." She
giggled. "I think Michael always wanted to get me pregnant, but I
don't believe he ever thought it would be like this." It would take a
few months to bring them to term, and a couple more to raise them to
adulthood, but it would be time well spent.

And so Astra drifted off to sleep, thinking pleasant thoughts of
future motherhood. "And after that . . . well, we'll just see what
happens . . . "

THE END


Author's Notes:

I originally wrote this story several years ago, and posted it in two
parts to alt.sex.stories via an anonymous remailer, Anon.penet.fi,
that was in operation at the time.  I recall I caught several
different kinds of hell for it after the first part--people were angry
that I had not denoted that it was a "snuff" story.  It had entirely
slipped my mind that I should have--because at the time, I already
knew what happened next: she didn't die!

Anyway, shortly thereafter I was moved to write a sort-of sequel,
_Sonja's Tale_--but this one was never posted, because Penet died
before I could, and I had no other way to post it anonymously.
Finally, I did what some friends suggested--I went ahead and got a
hotmail account with a faked identity.

For those who might be wondering, I chose the pseudonym "Throat Wolf"
because at the time I was a _Magic: The Gathering_ player, and this
was the name of a fictitious card that did not actually exist.  Given
that my stories were about wolves and their throats, and I did not
"actually exist" either, it seemed an amusing choice for a pseudonym.
The reason I posted anonymously is that I have had ample experience at
how fickle search engines can be in tying almost anything you have
ever done in the past to your true name and email address, if you give
it a chance--and I feel that my friends and relatives might not
understand if they should ever find this story and connect it to my
true name.

Thank you for reading this far; I hope you enjoy _Sonja's Tale_.


(This story is copyright 1995 by Throat Wolf. Permission is granted
for this one electronic distribution and associated USENET and ASSTR
archival, but not for distribution by any other means, including
CD-ROM.)


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