The Werewolf Order (Erotica)

“How many puppies have you had, Jessica?” Taylor asked.

“Two so far. The baby I’m carrying now is my Master’s baby. I’ll have the other two after I deliver his.”

“Sir, how do you feel about your wife fucking wolves?” Taylor asked Sean.

Hotah shifted back to a man, his clean up done.

“It bothered me at first, and would probably bother me more if Jessica was constantly pregnant and that was my only source of fucking. She gladly gives me her two bodyguards to fuck when she’s not in submission, and pretty much anyone I want to fuck when she is, like you two sluts. Since I’m the son of two wolves who fucked as humans, and realized how important it was to their survival, and that my mother is alpha of the New England pack, I’ve become more pragmatic about it. Would it be nice if wolves didn’t have to procreate that way? Sure it would. I think life would be a lot easier for them if Hotah could just fuck Makawee and have puppies. I’m sorry they can’t. I’m sort of proud that Jessica recognized the need to help and found ways to encourage women to fuck wolves.”

“I feel like Little Red Riding Hood,” I said. “Why Grandma, what big teeth you have. Why Grandma, what a big dick you have.” We all laughed. “It’s like the fables and legends of the past are a part of my present. I’m helping a noble species survive, and even thrive. It’s part of the reason I do this, so I’m a part of a legend. Just think, any puppy you have with wolves will live around three hundred years. Think of how much they’ll see by the year 2330. They’ll have seen men go into space, put a colony on Mars, perhaps start reaching for the stars. The alpha of the Northern Wisconsin/Upper Peninsula Michigan pack fought in the Civil War, and the First World War. He’s two hundred and thirty-two years old. They’ve seen so much history. How amazing is that?”

“That is amazing,” Taylor said. “I’m convinced. Sign me up for four puppies.”

“I may have more,” Farah said, “as long as I can keep serving you as a submissive slut.”

“We may need you back here tomorrow night,” Master said to Hotah and Makawee. “It will be interesting to see what happens with Paula. I’ll let you know if you need to return. If her boyfriend is a cuckold personality, all it may take is a good wolf fucking to turn her into a willing breeder.”

“If you need us, we’ll be here. Thank you. It was interesting to see how you approach the subject of breeding a wolf.”

“It’s the reason that I put Jessica on a leash so much when we go out. It’s why Farah and Taylor both wanted to see what was going on, and Paula reacted positively as well. We’ll see about her. You may want to walk your sluts around town on a leash on occasion, see what kind of reactions you get from people,” Master said.

“Having people who look like Indians walking white women around on a leash may not get the response we’re hoping for,” Hotah said. “It’s not that long ago to us where the only good Indian was a dead Indian.”

“Put a Caucasian wolf holding the leash then,” Master said. “Then, you’re just kinky, and not a deviant redskin. We get some looks from people who may be offended, but no one’s actually said anything, because my slut is happy to be shown off. She’s an exhibitionist.”

He wasn’t lying. I was always aroused to be led around on my leash in slutty clothes. It’s why wolves so often had erections around me. My husband usually had one as well, though not because he could scent me. Everyone left.

Master laid the wood to me one more time before we slept. As we lay there after the sex, both of us panting hard, he said, “We did good today, didn’t we, Pussycat.”

I stretched to kiss him. “Very good, Master. It’s been the best honeymoon I could imagine.”

He held me close as I went to sleep.

******

Master got a phone call the following day as we were preparing to leave for Custer State Park, about fifteen miles from Rapid City. It was Paula. He put her on speaker.

“I talked to my boyfriend, Jeremiah, about the job offer as a surrogate mother, Master. He said he’s interested enough in it that he’s willing to come tonight and listen to the offer.”

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“I don’t work tonight, sir.”

“Why don’t you plan on coming around seven tonight, right after supper, so we don’t need to stay up so late.”

“We’ll be there, sir.”

As soon as Master hung up, Brigitte said, “I’ll notify Hotah.”

She called Hotah and informed him to show up at seven tonight with Makawee.

“May I ask a favor of you, sir?” Brigitte asked after they said they’d be there. “Alicia and I haven’t really gotten to get out and run as wolves since we started this trip. We don’t want to leave Wolf Daughter and Sean unprotected as we run. Would it be possible for you and Makawee to join us today at Custer State Park and protect our charges while we run around as wolves for several hours?” A pause as Brigitte listened. “That would be wonderful, sir. We’re about to leave for breakfast now. The hotel only serves a continental breakfast, and we need meat, especially if we’re going to be running. We can meet you at the East entrance in ninety minutes. Thank you, Hotah. We’ll see you later.”

Brigitte looked at us. “We need to stretch our legs. Hotah and Makawee are going to guard you today at the Park.”

“I’m glad you get to run. I need to start again soon. Walking is good exercise, but running is good for me. I’ll probably start running again in Wisconsin,” I said.

“Even pregnant, Pussycat?” Master asked.

“I waddled at least five miles a day even through half of my seventh month, with Anna Marie. I had to use a belly brace contraption to keep from bouncing around too much, but I should be running. It makes getting in shape again after I deliver, so much easier if I’m in as good a shape as I can be beforehand. You do know that our pioneer women used to have their babies in the field while plowing, don’t you, Master?”

“Seriously?”

“As a heart attack, sir.”

Brigitte and Alicia put on minimum clothes as we’d have to carry anything they had to remove. We went through a drive-thru and Alicia and Brigitte gobbled down five breakfast sandwiches without the bread. Sean and I had our normal meal. We arrived at Custer State Park and found Hotah and Makawee waiting for us just outside the entrance. It was $20 for a seven day pass per vehicle. We preceded them in to the Peter Norbeck Education Center where we parked. Hotah had prepared for a long walk with food and water for both of them. We grabbed our gear and headed for the Grace Coolidge walking trail to Center Lake. I stepped off the trail with Alicia and Brigitte and they stripped off and handed me their clothes.

“We’ll meet back here at three so we can drive the Wildlife Loop Road,” I said. “Until then, you’re on your own. Have fun.”

“Thanks, Jess. You too,” Brigitte said. “See you later.”

They shifted and were gone. I tucked their clothes into my backpack and joined the others. We continued on the path to Center Lake.

“I suppose a place celebrating Custer doesn’t have fond memories to the Sioux,” I said.

“Nor wolves,” Makawee. “The Seventh Cavalry also hunted wolves before the treaty. There are members of the Seventh Cavalry, pre Little Big Horn, alive today as wolves, bitten during the battles.”

“They sure managed to crush mention of wolves in the history books.”

“It was part of the treaty; to leave werewolves out of the records. There were legends of course, people had fought wolves, although we always tried to keep our identities secret, appearing as either wolves or men to humans, and not both, but sometimes we fought and the survivors would have tales to tell of the shapeshifters.”

“Did werewolves exist on all continents prior to Columbus?” Master asked.

“Werewolves were everywhere wolves were, Sean,” Hotah said. “The fairytales of the Grimm’s and Anderson were European. The Indian tales of shapeshifters were North American. But shapeshifters existed in all societies, all over the world. The serpent and leopard Gods of the Aztecs, the Selkies of the Celts and Scots, the fox shapeshifters of the Japanese and Chinese. I sometimes wonder if the serpent in the Garden of Eden, wasn’t a shifter who seduced Eve, but that’s legend, as far as I’m concerned, not history.”

“I never even thought of that one,” I said. “I’ve imagined a lot of other things based upon legends and shapeshifters. Is it possible that vampires are nothing more than bat shifters?”

“It wouldn’t surprise me,” Makawee said. “Shifters who needed to drink blood like actual vampire bats, and whose bite turned the bitten into another vampire if they weren’t killed for their blood. They might have seemed immortal due to their long lives, but only lived as long as wolves do. Our oral histories don’t include bats, so I can’t say for sure.”

We had some very good conversations about the Sioux and werewolves as we hiked the trails. In addition to the Center Lake Trail, we were able to hike the French Creek Wildlife area as well. I enjoyed their company very much, as did Master, who in a way, was learning about both his wolf heritage, and his Native American heritage as well. We met Alicia and Brigitte back where I’d taken their clothes at three, and we walked back to the cars. At that point, Hotah and Makawee left, having no need to drive the loop with us, but would meet us at the hotel later. We five took a leisurely drive around the park, seeing deer, elk, bison and even a couple of real wolves on the drive.

During the drive back and supper, we discussed the upcoming encounter with Paula and Jeremiah and how best to approach them. Both Alicia and Brigitte had years of experience with all things sexual, and I had my exposure to Carl and Danni. We came up with a plan, and I would be the lead.