Being the alpha bitch

Thin slivers of dawn light filter into your cave, but that isn't what wakes you. Paws stroke your flank and warm breath passes your cheek. A tongue laps the side of your face. You groan and open your eyes and remember where you are.

Your mate from the night before is curled against you, his considerable bulk having kept you warm throughout the cold night. Now his member is rigid between your butt cheeks, and given his behaviour, you have no doubt about what he wants.

Memories of the debauchery of last night, and the ongoing stimulation of his cock against your backside, get you ready in no time. You arch your back and shift so that your mate can spoon you. He gives a yelp of satisfaction as he slides inside your cunt, and you moan appreciatively.

Last night's fucking was every bit as rough and animalistic as you would have thought, given the creature's appearance. This is different. He still fucks you rapidly and without apology, pounding your pussy with pregnancy as his only end goal. But it isn't as rough. It's more confident, as if he knows he has dominated you and is now rewarding you with his seed.

The reward is not long in coming. You moan and whimper with the pain of his barbed cock scraping against your cunt walls. Each squeeze against the shaft intensifies this feeling. Your mate does not last long, however, and he soon fills you with cum. He thrusts his cock deep inside you, burying himself to the hilt, and his seed floods into your womb.

He stays inside you for about half an hour while his cock shrinks. When he pulls it out, you feel his cum leak from you. He gives you a quick sniff, grunts in satisfaction, then pads out of the cave.

You take a quick survey of your dirty and debauched body. Your cunt is well-stretched and gaping, white seed trickling from you in greater quantities than you could have anticipated. You are covered in dark, sandy dirt and dust, your hands and knees scraped from being banged around.

Your stomach growls, and then you hear a different growl, deeper and slightly more distant. Your mate is waiting for you at the mouth of the cave. Clearly he wants you to stay close.

You obediently follow him. Once out of the cave you try to stand, but a quick nip from your mate changes your mind. You crawl on your hands and knees just behind him.

The pack gathers around a central area containing a pool and their food. Despite their carnivorous appearance, they do not hunt but simply eat kibble-like food dispensed into a narrow, long trough next to the pool. You sniff the food and gag, but your mate growls until you dip your head into the trough and take a mouthful. It's about what you expect: protein-rich, nutritious kibble. It tastes awful, but your stomach is thanking you as you fill it up.

You notice that your mate and yourself are the first to eat. After you've eaten your fill, the females hanging back behind you take their turn, followed by the other males. This behaviour continues throughout all the activities you have to learn as part of your new life in this pack: the other females always defer to you, always try to please you. The males sniff curiously at your pussy, but your status as the alpha's mate renders you inviolable. Part of you thinks it's a shame--you rather fantasize about being taken by multiple pack penises until you're bursting with cum from your cunt, your asshole, even your mouth. But your one master will have to do.

And do you, he does. Every few hours he approaches you, sniffs and licks at your cunt, and then mounts you without ceremony. You learn quickly to present yourself to him at every opportunity, to allow him access as easily as possible. This pleases him, and it leads to noticeably better, longer sex. You and your cunt both become accustomed to his larger size, and soon simply the scent of him on the air is enough to make you wet and eager for a fucking. You have no idea if your mate could possibly succeed in his goal of breeding you, though even that idea is enough to get your juices flowing.

The days start to pass more quickly. It's hard for you to adjust to crawling, pissing and shitting almost like an animal, forgoing even the most basic hygiene. Your olfactory senses are offended by your own odour at first, as well as that of your pack mates, until you grow used to it and it becomes merely part of the background. Smell is so important to your life as a pack bitch that you are soon trained to use your nose as inquisitively as they do. Females sniff each other as a form of greeting and to show obedience; you, as the alpha bitch, get your cunt sniffed the most. Males sniff females to determine whether they have recently been bred; aside from yourself, there are no exclusive couples, and only size and ferocity affects who mates with whom, and when. Subtle shifts in scents can indicate everything from pregnancy to affection to anger, and you even learned to smell an impending storm--for, yes, there was weather in this habitat, and you were always grateful to have rain wash the dirt from your naked body.

For a while, you try to talk to your mate. His alien, yellow eyes betray a keen kind of cunning, and you are sure he is on some level of intelligence. You name him Sir, tell him your name and talk about Earth and even mention that dolt you were stuck here with before you found the pack. Yet nothing you say makes an impression. Sir just stares at you with those deep, expansive eyes, then grunts until you present yourself for sex.

Now, the sex--the sex is amazing, always. It is the new zenith of your existence. When Sir takes you, the rest of the world and its cares disappear. You become a conduit for his cock, a vessel to be filled by his seed until you overflow. The sensation of him ramming his thick member deep inside you is like nothing you had previously experienced. With other men, whether you were submissive or dominant, there was always a limit, always some control, some holding back. Sex with other men was about negotiation, about pleasuring each other.

Sir, on the other hand, fucks you as his mate. And there is nothing going through your mind, nothing at all, while he takes you, except the sheer animal need to be taken. To be bred. When you feel the tip of his cock against your juicy, puffy red labia, you lose yourself to it. You become nothing but a being made for sex. A breeding bitch.

You initially say things like this while Sir fucks you: "Breed me! Yes, uh, yes, oh, fuck me like the bitch I am, Sir! Take me and use me!" But the dirty talk rolls off your mate like all your other words, and as the barbs on his cock scrape against your cunt, you can barely maintain consciousness at times, let alone the capacity for speech. So you shut up, and sex becomes nothing more than silence punctuated by heavy breathing and grunts.

You accept your new role in this, as in everything else in this life. You grunt and fuck and sweat and breed, and it feels good. It feels so nice not to have to worry about what your mate is feeling, whether you've pleased him--for the cum constantly dribbling out your hole is enough indication of that--or whether he is going to please you. It feels so nice not having to think about anything except eating, sleeping, fucking, and playing with the others, cuddling and licking and caressing each other. For the first time in your life, you belong to a community that does not judge you, does not expect anything of you, except that you just give yourself over to them. The memories of your humanity, your human life and Toby and your captivity here, remain intact but start to go out of focus, like they were just a necessary but boring prologue.

You feel like your true life has just begun.