Author's Notes:

Hi all! My intention was to give a few short cloppy oneshots as gifts for the holidays though with me working through Christmas things have been slower than I anticipated. This one's the first of what I hope will be a few more if time allows.

This one contains: Bestiality involving a wolf, knotting, canine dicks, bondage, breeding, wolf-on-mare impregnation, cock bulges, cumflation, throatfucking, cum-eating, happy ending.

Enjoy! And a belated Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays to everyone!

Mysterious, beautiful, deadly. Lone Rose loved watching them on their hunts. It was one of her few pleasures in life. She’d gaze in awe at how their silver fur would rustle in the wind as they ran silently across the monster hunting grounds. She’d shyly spy on them capturing and savaging their hapless prey from the safety of the viewing galleries. Her fascination finally overcame her shyness just enough for her to acquire her monster-breeder guild badge just so she could watch them up close.

She finally got her chance that Hearthswarming Eve. The towerwolf pens had been really crowded with prey and wolf-breeders the day before and probably will be very crowded from the following day. But that night the regular prey and breeders were away celebrating Hearthswarming elsewhere, leaving the dens quiet and desolate, safe for the yipping of the cubs.

Her hoofsies echoed eerily across the tiled floor of the pens. She struggled a little to see in the dim lighting of the Hearthswarming decorations but she dared not turn on the lights. The heavy musk of hungry, lusty towerwolves certainly didn’t help with her senses. She hopped up on her hindhooves and leaned on the railing to peer into one feeding pen, straining her eyes and ears to catch a glimpse of the wonderful creatures. Unfortunately all she found was a whole lot of disappointment. The empty pens seemed to mock her. Perhaps the towerwolves had been moved somewhere easier to manage with less staff for the holidays?

Lone Rose gave a little sigh. Just as she was about to give up, she felt her rose-pink fur stand on end. She didn’t sense it with her ears or eyes. Rather, some instinctual part of her, some primitive bit she inherited from ancestors that survived prehistoric predators long enough to breed, screamed alarm bells at her. It was already behind her, something massive, something predatory. And she was the prey.

She trembled from top to hoof, her legs frozen solid with fear. She barely managed to turn her head to peer at what horrors stood behind her. Her heart froze over with terror as she peered into the very picture of doom. It was not only big, it was the biggest towerwolf ever; It was Silvermane, the pack alpha. Lone Rose knew from all the time she watched him from afar that the mighty wolf earned his alpha status not just from his size but also his sheer ferocity. Behind him the darkness was dotted by the gleaming eyes of his pack mates. But none of them mattered, not under the piercing predatory gaze of the mightiest of the wolves.

Lone Rose knew they were magical constructs tailored after timberwolves from the Society’s trademark devotion-conducting metal, adamantite. The creatures fed on devotion, the most ferocious of them often forcing it out of their prey. But why have they yet to savage her and feed on her devotion?

She gave a soft gasp as she realized why; She was still wearing the plain white aftercare hoodie she had worn to get through the dungeons. As long as she kept it on, they cannot harm her. As long as she wore it, she was safe. After all, she had only come there to admire them from up close. As long as she kept her hoodie on, she could watch all she wanted.

Then...then why is her hoof slowly reaching up for the zipper? Why was she unzipping it, filling the air with the dreaded sound of her hoodie falling loose? Why was she suddenly standing bare except for her collar and cuffs, her rose-pink fur revealed to the world, the safety of her aftercare hoodie forsaken in a pool around her hooves?

The growling of the pack grew until it reached a low, menacing rumble that shook Rose to her core. She could see the glowering eyes approach now that she had shed the safety of her hoodie. There was nothing stopping them from savaging her now. She was about to turn tail and flee when a low snarl silenced the pack. She blinked as she realized it the alpha, growling his pack into submission.

Satisfied that his pack was behaving itself, Silvermane turned his gaze back upon his prey. She watched him, transfixed, as he reached an enormous paw towards a nearby work bench before swiping at it, sending something clattering onto the floor at her forehooves. It was a breeding bridle complete with reins. It served two purposes: It was made to protect the breeding livestock from biting their tongues during particularly intense mating, it also held the refillable vial of specialized heat potion that would allow the livestock to bear towerwolf pups.

She stared into the glowing gold eyes of the alpha. Those were not the eyes of a predator about to hunt prey. It was the eyes of a master inspecting a toy, an object, property. She knew all about towerwolf reproduction. They could only breed with the help of other species. But from what she had observed, Silvermane had always been far too proud and aloof to take a mate. So why now? Why her?

His piercing gaze grew impatient, forcing a squeak out of her. Who was she to question his will? Was his desire not clear? She had been chosen to be bred and impregnated with the alpha’s pups. The thought of being filled with his litter made her leak between her quivering legs. Lone Rose could only meep quietly as she obeyed his overwhelming will, bowing her head down to bite the tough bit and strap the bridle about her head. The potion nozzle leaked a drop or two of its high-potency mix onto her tongue. She knew the spicy sweetness she tasted meant the few errant drops were already being rapidly absorbed into her body, guaranteeing her a litter or two. Her fate sealed, she could only peer up meekly, offering her reins up to her new alpha and ringing her safety bell once.

Silvermane seemed to stand silent for what felt like the longest moment, golden eyes seemingly judging his new property, evaluating her like the offering she was. Then, without a word, he bit the reins and strode past her. The reins quickly grew taut, tugging her after him. Her shaky legs barely kept up with his long, purposeful strides. And just like that, the alpha asserted his ownership of her. She could sense the rest of his pack follow behind her, eyeing her like a lamb being led to her doom. Her being the alpha’s property was all that kept them from mobbing her and taking her for their own.

She summoned up just enough courage to peer up at where the alpha was leading her. Her eyes widened at the sign hanging by the door. ‘Breeding Pens’, it read. There would be no escaping her fate now. She resigned herself to her fate as she was led to one breeding stall. The alpha seemed to appraise the breeding rack that stood in the middle of the floor of dry hay. It was designed to hold the mate in a standing position to be mounted like a proper broodmare. Lone Rose was just imagining herself being strapped, mounted and rutted in the rack when she felt her reins being tugged away. She allowed herself a moment of bewilderment. Was the alpha not going to breed her?

Her heart leapt as she was led to another stall. This one had a different rack, its restraints clearly designed to hold the victim on her back, her belly facing upwards, less like a broodmare and more like the prey she was. Before she knew it she was being led up to it, her hooves crunching softly on the dry hay. She was staring down at the simple but terrifying contraption when she felt her reins slacken. She blinked, realizing her reins had been slung over a hook at the head end of the stall. The alpha stared down at her, his gaze speaking for him; Chasing her, capturing her, forcing her into the breeding rack, such frivolous things were beneath him. That was not the order of things. No, she was honoured, privileged, to be the plaything of such a noble creature. She could take her reins off the hook and walk out. She could ring her safety bell and leave.

She slowly turned around. With a quiver she lowered herself onto the hay-strewn floor, lying with her back to the floor. The hay beneath the rack was surprisingly more springy and soft than it looked, moulding around her body comfortably. The breeding rack’s forehoof restraints were a pair of sockets designed to automatically clamp onto her cuffs snugly, holding them above her head. Handlebars built into the sockets provided her something to grip onto, a small comfort for the ordeal ahead.

The rearhoof restraints weren’t quite as simple. She blushed deeply as she slowly spread her quivering hind legs. There was nopony around to see the messy string of arousal spreading between her thighs and yet she could barely contain her embarrassment. And then she was reminded of the alpha silently watching her, waiting for her to ready herself for him. She gave a little squeak, instinctively closing her hindlegs. Except something heavy forcefully kept them open. She gasped as she realized it was Silvermane’s front paws.

His veneer of calm was betrayed by enormous red mass throbbing impatiently between his legs. Lone Rose meeped softly as she felt the sharp-pointed canine tip throb between her teats, poking up against her belly. She squeaked into her gag as she felt something hot and heavy squelch against her leaking nethers, squeezing her juices out. At first she thought it was his testicles, until she looked down and realized it was his thick, canine knot. Her head spun at the sight of it. The feral wolf-cock that was slowly expanding against her belly can’t possibly fit inside her, let alone that monstrous wrecking-ball of a knot that was weighing down on her marehood like a brick. But the reality of her situation stood in defiance of her disbelief – This alpha was about to breed her, and it will involve her taking his knot in. The realization struck her as belated yet real as Nightmare Moon’s 1000 year prophecy – She was about to go beyond merely admiring these noble creatures from a distance and actually breed with an honest-to-Celestia animal.

She suddenly felt the weight on her thighs ease as the monstrous wolf stepped over her body. The alpha’s face drew level with her, his gleaming savage canines barely an inch from her muzzle, his predatory gaze staring through her tears. A single drop of drool dripped onto her neck, betraying his barely-contained lust. But he had paused, seemingly sensing her doubt. Then, with all the gentleness of a lifelong lover, the wolf reached down and licked her tears, drop by drop.

It was the kindest, most gentlecoltly thing anypony had ever done for Lone Rose.

His warm breath against her damp cheeks seemed to banish what doubts she had left. There were few moments in Lone Rose’s lonely life when she had ever felt certain of anything, but at that very moment she felt nothing but absolute confidence. She spread her hindlegs as wide as she could for him, lifting them up into the waiting restraints. There was a satisfying click as they locked her hindlegs in place, forcing her rump up a little into the perfect receiving position for breeding.

Silvermane didn’t seem to need any further prompting. As if a ‘clockface’ moment had come and gone, the feral lust-maddened monster returned to the fore. Lone Rose yelped into her gag, her restrained hooves tensing as the wolf practically pounced on her, the claws of one paw digging into the fluff of her chest, holding her down like the prey she was. His maw wrapped around her neck, his serrated teeth pressing into her throat just enough to feel her heartbeat through her fur. She could feel him growl through his fangs clamped around her throat. The message was clear – She was entirely at his mercy. His jaws of death left a trail of drool as his muzzle traced her jawline before finally finding her lips wrapped around her gag. She gave a loud squeak as he forcefully pushed his fat canine tongue past her gag and deep into her mouth. The enormous muscle pulsated with heat as it pried her muzzle open and crushed her own tongue into submission before invading the tight depths of her throat. Just as quickly, he pulled back, leaving her throat suddenly empty and wanting.

Her gasps and moans quickly filled the vacuum left in his wake as her mate pushed his weight down on her, pinning her to the floor. She could feel every artificial muscle in his powerful body rippling under his adamantite pelt. His thick, scruffy fur bristled heatedly against her belly. His enormous cock was sandwiched tightly between them, allowing her to feel its full length against her from her teats all the way up to her tummy. Thin canine precum leaked endlessly onto her chest, soaking her fur. The air was heavy with his musk, his male scent coating her, ensuring there was no question who she belonged to.

Her breathing almost caught as she felt him rise, his length glide back over her belly and down her teats, leaving a sticky trail behind. There was no foreplay, no teasing, just animalistic breeding, and Lone Rose wouldn’t have it any other way. The sharp tip of his cock teased her relentlessly as it made its slow way down her teats and clit. No sooner did it find her leaking folds did the monster roar and thrust as much of his spear into her depths as he could. Lone Rose screamed into her gag as less than a fifth of his monstrous girth immediately struck immense tightness far too unyielding to overcome. Her entire body went rigid in a wave of pain and pleasure. Her orgasmic ripples clenched tight around her invader, almost forcing it out.

Her alpha roared in frustration, unwilling to be forced out of his property. He curled over his mate in a dominating posture, growling dangerously as he lunged hard into her rippling depths, forcing her orgasming folds apart. He cared not for her orgasm, thrusting deep past her contracting muscles. Lone Rose screamed into her gag, her earth pony strength tensing hard against her restraints. The relentless torture of overstimulation alone threatened to break her, let alone the monstrous shaft trying to pry her innermost tightness in two.

Guided by mating instincts alone, the wolf began to pull back. Still locked in the throes of orgasm, Lone Rose could only whimper breathlessly at his massive cock receding, tugging her still-clenching insides with it. His retreating cock threatened to turn her inside-out as she felt her entire body being dragged against her retraints. He pulled out until his tip was barely teasing her winking folds, begging for him to fill her again. With an animalistic shove, the wolf roared as he sank into her again, this time plunging deeper into her untrained depths, tearing into new territory. Her tight marehood stretched obscenely around his girth like an abused condom. She barely managed to gaze down through her delirium to see the throbbing bulge he was moulding into her belly. Lone Rose’s fevered mind wondered whether that was what she would soon become – a cock sleeve moulded around her new master’s length. She realized she was being enslaved, trained, claimed, by this animal. What was left of her mind quickly surrendered to another wave of pleasure as he reared back and pushed even deeper into her.

He invaded deeper into her with every feral thrust, loosening her up more and more as he tugged her insides out with each retreat. Just when she thought she was as full as she could be, he found new territory within her to claim and fill.

It wasn’t long before he was grinding his pointed tip against her innermost sanctum, each thrust mapping the tight contours of her womb. Lone Rose understood enough pony biology to know he must enter her innermost reaches to seed her. And where he had been unrelenting, Rose noticed a new sluggishness to his movement. Was her alpha having doubts? She looked up at him and found him staring down at her, watching her face. His predatory look was gone, replaced by one of concern. Was he worried about her?

Lone Rose couldn’t help but chuckle inwardly. Was this pup as inexperienced as she was? Was she the first mate he had ever gotten this far with? She gave him a fond, understanding little smile. Taking him by surprise, she leaned forwards, poked her tongue out from under her gag and gave his snoot a loving little lick. His eyes went wide, the mighty alpha huffing and wrinkling his nose like a confused puppy. He peered down at her, his expression one of bewilderment. Then, like a wolf on a hunt of a lifetime, he threw his head back and howled victoriously before plunging his maw down on her muzzle. His tongue invaded her lips so ferociously he tore the bridle’s bit aside. She didn’t need it anymore, his jaws and tongue more than an adequate gag for her scream as he reared back and plunged deep into her with renewed conviction.

His mighty tip battered against the entrance to her womb, prying the tight seal open. He pulled out a little, sucking her cervix out with his retreat, before slamming back in, this time stretching her womb open around his canine cock. The pain was searing, the pain of being claimed fully by her master, of their ultimate joining. It was so painful she instantly orgasmed from the overwhelming pleasure, her tortured muscles clenching tight in an effort to pull her invader deeper inside her.

He howled into her mouth as he fucked her fertile womb. The immense weight of his monstrous knot slammed against her clit like a battering ram. Even as they twitched tight from her orgasm, the folds of her stretched petals offered little resistance as the wolf plowed his knot into her. She was thoroughly filled as the massive orb sank into her. Her belly formed a beautiful, throbbing mound around it, a new home for her master’s knot. She felt her master pause. A clawed paw planted itself on the belly bulge that was her fully-filled womb. She gasped as she felt the cock head within pulse against the sharp claws digging into her fur. He released her, leaving a paw print on her womb bulge, making it clear to the world that she was his broodmare.

The sight of his mark on her seemed to fill him with renewed lust, his knot swelling inside her to a point where it almost split her in two. Without warning, the alpha resumed his feral mating, ramming the wrecking-ball that was his fully-swollen knot into her destroyed pussy. Rose screamed as she felt him piledrive her into the hay-covered floor, every brutal pounding pushing and tugging her against her restraints. His swollen ballsacks slammed into her tailhole, tenderizing it, leaving a pair of red marks on her plot. The breeding rack was almost a mercy – Without it holding her helpless body in place she would certainly have been pounded into the wall. He drew orgasm after orgasm out of her wrecked body, working his shaft through each and every climax as he plowed her womb to make way for his seed. He gave one final, triumphant howl towards the heavens as he plunged his cock as deep as it would go into her womb and let loose and explosive blast of canine seed. Her already-battered womb swelled feebly under the deluge of cum. Her bulging belly tried to expand to accommodate, her stretched fur throbbing visibly with each explosive rope of semen. But everything from his knot to his cock would not stop throbbing as it pumped more and more bursts of searing hot wolf cum. Her womb neck, already stretched tight against his meat, bowed outwards before finally giving way under the flood of cum. Hot alpha seed sloshed out around the knot futilely trying to hold it all inside her.

The poor mare felt another twinge of orgasmic bliss forced out of her broken body as the wolf slowly, painfully pulled out of her. His deflated knot gave a wet pop as it broke free of her destroyed marehood. What was left of her still-orgasming pussy was left gaping wide in the wake of his monster cock’s retreat, filled to the brim with a thick pool of her mate’s seed. If there was any doubt that she hadn’t been well bred and impregnated, the sloshing mass that was her cum-filled belly quashed any uncertainty. She panted softly, her throat suddenly thirsty at the sight of his mighty shaft still twitching and leaking cum like a tap. She moaned hungrily as he stepped over her, his tip trailing over her teats and swollen belly, marking her with his cum.

He turned around to face her tail-end, holding his cum tap over her mouth. She squealed in pleasure as his thick, hot canine spunk trickled into her mouth. What remained of her coherence recalled that towerwolves always fed their newly-impregnated broodmares with their highly-nutritious cum. Even without that knowledge, deliriously high on the endorphin cocktail unique to freshly-bred mares, towerwolf semen was pure ambrosia to her newly-impregnated body.

She reached out with her tongue to lap more of his meat into her waiting maw. His loving mate was more than happy to oblige, dipping his length between her lips. Her mouth was quickly filled, his heavy canine tip weighing heavily on her tongue. But it was nowhere near enough for her wolf-addicted body. She suckled deeply on him, her tongue working his shaft deeper and deeper, her lips coaxing him to enter her fully. She was running on instinct, happiness, love, and every bit of her wanted to make love to her new master’s maleness with her mouth.

Her mate seemed to tense up with surprise, seemingly not expecting having to give her more than the tip to suckle. He gave a low, pleasurable growl, the master submitting to his slave’s will as he sank more of his length into her. She swallowed him, letting him slowly stretch her throat. She hummed around his length, stroking his velvety shaft with her throat and tongue. He gave in to her, slowly sliding his length in and out of her throat to the rhythm of her humming, sinking deeper and deeper with each thrust. Before long he was curled up on top of her, his front paws hugging her swollen, sloshing belly, his rear legs slowly, languidly making love to her lips in the world’s slowest lupine throatfuck ever. His throbbing knot finally found her lips, slowly teasing them open.

He paused, seemingly waiting for something. Lone Rose chuckled inwardly at his thoughtfulness, giving her safety bell a little ring to tell him she was ready. He tensed, seemingly torn between disbelief and excitement as he gave her a moment to take one final deep breath. Then, with a happy, pleasurable growl, he sank his knot into her hot, wet depths. Her tongue welcomed the massive bulge lovingly, caressing it, easing it in. She lapped and flicked her tongue at the throbbing heat, squeezing and massaging it with her cheeks as she encouraged it to swell and knot her mouth. The bulbous girth grew until it filled her mouth, sealing him in until he came. She hummed around him, suckling on every inch of him until she felt him swell.

Her mate howled with joy, a song of pleasure to her ears. She smiled around his shaft as she lay back and relaxed, enjoying the first rush of hot, delicious cum spurt into her stomach. She swallowed and moaned around him, inviting him to fill her more. He humped gently into her, intent on feeding his newly-bred broodmare fully. His throbbing knot finally loosened itself from her lips with a wet plop. He pulled back, allowing his semen to coat her tongue, imprinting the taste of her new master upon her. She swallowed more and more as he fed her, both united in an effort to ensure a healthy, well-nourished litter.

She continued to lap at his shaft and tip, swallowing every drop, even as she felt her restraints release her. As she cleaned him, she felt his familiar canine tongue on her own fur. She gasped as she felt his immense form curl around her, almost cradling her. She lay on her back in a soft, thick furry bed made of his body and tail as he loomed over her, his rough wolfish tongue cleaning every inch of her fur. Feeling content and safe for the first time in her life, Lone Rose drifted off to sleep to the gentle rocking of his tail and the soft, reassuring thumping of his heart.

She was vaguely aware that it was day. None of that mattered where she lay in the protective embrace of the mighty wolf curled around her. She was too busy suckling gently on his cock, taking in nourishment for the litter growing in her womb. She knew she’d only be carrying them for three days, but she can’t wait to meet them – Her litter, her pups.

She barely heard the voices of ponies outside the pen. “Uh, did Silvermane finally get laid while we stepped out for Hearthskindling?”

“Looks like it. You wanna go check if she needs anything?”

“What? Get between Silvermane and his mate? You got nothing but nimbus between your ears or something?”

There was a moment as the ponies seemed to contemplate the wisdom of getting in between her and her alpha master. There was a collective gulp followed by the meek shuffling of ponies making a quiet escape, leaving Lone Rose and her master in peace.

Epilogue:
Ponies often wonder how the village shut-in somehow re-established Brayfast’s dying wool industry, or where she had learned to shepherd even the most feral of flocks, or where she picked up those award-winning sheep dogs that follow her as if she were their mother. Then again, it might just have something to do with the sudden disappearance of the sheep-hunting coyotes that used to infest the surrounding hills. Or it might have to do with the shepherdess’ biggest sheep dog doing a better job of keeping the village safe than the town guard ever did. Who knows? Some ponies suspect the shepherdess’ biggest sheep dog does. They’d swear the beast sometimes grins at them with that mischievous grin only a wolf can pull off. But wolves living with a shepherdess, that’s just ridiculous, right?