my friends and i were joking about “taking a werewolf train inside of a train for werewolves” and i can’t stop thinking about it.
being an ordinary little human boarding the moonlight express, aware that its primary customers are werewolves but hey, prices were cheap and it’ll take me where i need to be. the ride starts out relatively normal, but I can’t help noticing the people around me-a variety of strong physiques, well-shaped hands, beautiful laughs that sound like barks.
i have no idea how mad my scent is driving them. already so good, at the peak of fertility, and then they can smell how much wetter i’m getting just looking at the others around me.
i move to retire to my room, to have some level of privacy as i take care of myself. but in my haste i’ve left the door unlocked. it’s not long before my face is buried in a pillow and my fingers are as deep as they can be. practically on all fours, legs spread. and that damn scent-someone had to investigate, of course, only to find me just like that. too distracted to notice them, still playing with myself.
one strong hand drags mine away from my cunt, already wet and open and more than ready to take any cock in the damn train. no, not ready-wanting to take them, pulsing around nothing and just begging for it. of course they have to oblige-even if i’m still in a state of shock from this stranger suddenly right behind me. then there’s a quick thrust inside. i gasp, and it morphs into a moan-they’re already pounding into me too fast and too hard for it not to feel good. even though my body is still adjusting, stretching around them.
my mind is blank. all i can feel is their heat above me, their cock inside me, warm fur against my bare skin, their raw strength-
by the time they finish, their knot pressing against my entrance but not pushing inside, there’s already a small crowd outside the door. they pat my ass, pulling out and watching their seed drip. they still me with a little laugh that i’ve worked up quite a lot of people, and i better do my best to make up for it. i can only whimper, pliant and willing, for the next person to use me. even when i try to move to meet them, my body feels too weak against this pure, animalistic strength. even if i wanted to fight, i couldn’t, and there’s nowhere to go, anyways.
all i can do is let this happen, and hope they’re done with me by the time the train reaches my destination.
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