The Doghouse

Seeing the feral form of the werewolf resume his charge, you act fast and prepare yourself for a long leap, feeling the need to crouch low and wind up with a wiggle before pouncing through the air.

You make the jump with feline grace, landing on the sloped roof with a thud. You barely have time to see the werewolf adjust his course before you hear the wooden rooftop crack below your foot, and realize it might have been a mistake to land here.

A hole suddenly opens up beneath you, the roof caving in and spilling yo into the dark little space of the doghouse. Your reflexes kick in in time for you to land on your feet on some big plush cushion, but you soon hear the thumping of the werewolf's steps just outside, and turn to see his massive frame shadow the doorway.

Another worried meow replaces your voice as you stare at the beast of a man bearing down on you, half-canine body a visage of muscle and fur--and a large, knotted cock that emerges while he stares back, his low growl filling the doghouse.

You look back at the hole in the roof, and quickly try to leap up to escape, but as you scramble for purchase you feel his rough hand grab your ankle and yank you back down to land less-gracefully than before, face-down on a bed that smells like wet dog.

You find yourself unable to do anything but mewl as his nose explores your body, searching extra-thoroughly between your legs. You feel him lap at your pussy, tongue sliding up to your ass, exciting you as you recall the sight of his cock. You imagined him eating you before, but not like this, and now being caught doesn't seem so bad...

You peek back at the werewolf, who rears up, panting over your prone form as his beastly hands grip your waist, and his thick cock moves forward to enter you...